Tuesday, May 12, 2009

This is to say

As tired as you all must be of following my prolific blogging activities, I feel I must not stop now. My mind is exhausted from churning out post after post, my fingers worn to stubs from typing typing typing. But the words will not relent and the need of the soul to express itself overwhelms the other paltry demands of living, of buying bread and making beds. I cannot fold laundry any more. The blog is waiting. Let the dishes fester in the sink, the furniture dust itself, the car purchase its own gasoline. Let deadlines self-destruct and may roses rise out of the ashes. This white space, this nourishing canvas of limitless possibility, needs to be filled. Let the blog live.


Strawberries are back in fashion. So are mangoes. Both make excellent smoothie material.


Last Sunday my friends and I went out for lunch and found ourselves in a roomful of mothers. Not having our own present we crept shamefacedly around the buffet and pretended not to enjoy the mango dal. The lady in front of us had a tremor in her hands and her plate kept wobbling as she tried to serve herself. Noticing this, her daughter left her own lunch and came to her mother's side. Steadying the plate with one hand, she chirpily talked her mother through the menu and filled her plate with the other. They walked back to their table together.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

let me let you in on a little secret: you don't have to fold laundry.

8:28 PM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...


8:59 PM  
Blogger baji said...

with my travel days behind me, i get my fix through other people's trips. where is the road trip travelogue?

6:21 AM  
Blogger Sujatha said...

KK, I would understand sadness or longing, but why shame at not having your mother with you?

11:39 AM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

baji: nothing much happened. we went to the bookstore and with the brief exception of a burrito and a fudge sundae, we read for a few hours and then drove back home.

sujatha: i guess because it was mothers' day and everybody was there treating their moms to a spectacular lunch and we were the three little piggies pigging out by ourselves with no mom in sight.

6:11 AM  
Blogger Sujatha said...

But it's not as if she were living next door and you still neglected her, eh? Give yourself a break. Remember the 364 other days when you don't have her either. :)

6:17 AM  
Blogger bsc said...

I "disagree" with you KK
Mothers are forever. Mom is in your sight for she is with you.Se my blog on my last Umra (I cried for my Mom)

2:14 PM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

Sujatha: true that. i guess we need to go back this weekend and make up for lost time at the buffet . . . .

bsc: thank you for sharing that.

3:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you really need to tone down on the blogging.

11:21 AM  
Blogger baji said...

1. where is your 'on call resident' post?

2. have you read 'intern'?

3. where is your chat box?

4. where are YOU?

1:42 PM  
Blogger karrvakarela said...

adnan: main bolunga to bologay ke bolta hai


1. chill'n

2. yes, i read it last year and enjoyed it very much. how do you like it?

3. i took the voicebox out. it's so 2005

4. busy busy busy

and how are you?

9:10 PM  
Blogger baji said...

just finished the book. i liked it quite a lot (although the ending felt rushed). in fact, i ordered a copy for my father (a cardiologist) and my cousin (now a resident) and hope they enjoy it too.

6:29 AM  

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