The Merry n Not So Merry

 

I wish for you a smoother path than you’ve had

a room, a friend, a sky to make your heart glad.

For you to know that the dark’s a balm as well,

a pathway to a lasting peace from flashy tinsel.

 

Not every festival’s star studded and bright -

love and peace are sometimes low key, low and light.

I wish for you to find the charm in low key,

learn there is solid earth below the debris.

 

The needles fall, the limbs will disintegrate

that’s the law. Tomorrow’s a different date.

I wish for you to know today’s just today,

and the future’s never an exact replay.

 

Things will turn, even if they’re grim for a spell.

I wish you hope this season. I wish you well.

It's been a rough year, they don't seem to be making the buttery silk ones anymore, they've forgotten the recipe or what?

Rough not just for me but a lot of people I know - online and offline. Not everyone can be, or even afford to be, merry right now. 

I'm not going to whinge about the disasters small and big that have dogged me this year, it serves no purpose except to spoil the general party mood. 

All I have to say is this - if you've felt crushed, panicked and/or overwhelmed by some or other life event, if you've been pushed to the limits of your endurance, then I hear ya! And I'm not wishing you a glib happy holidays!

What I am wishing for all of us is a coping mechanism, that we find a way to turn angst and helplessness into patience and a pathway forward. To find solace in the everyday miracles and good memories and the concern and love of friends, family and community. To keep the chin up and the mind open to 'dwelling in possibilities,' even when we're down on our collective knees. 

As for me personally, I could do with some of the buttery silky stuff - are you listening, Universe? 

Wish you tranquil festivals and a celebration of hope in New Year 2025. May it treat us all gently. 

Renewal

 

You have to walk uneven footpaths

where workmen have dug up the bricks

and show the housing of your heart

beyond your body and its ribs.

 

You must steer through old tree shadows

lying in wait like feral beasts

the leaves like spears from ancient wars,

warnings laid down on modern streets.

 

You must look straight at flinty eyes

and never even once must you flinch,

you must prove, whatever your crimes,

legally they amount to nothing.

 

You’ll spread out your life in bills and cards

the locations of all your roofs

a lifetime of paper innards

in forms that are government approved.

You must learn to wait, and be dismissed,

you must know how to stand in queues,

carry on as though it counts not a bit

that your probity must be proved.

Passport renewal - totally an eyeroll-worthy process I'd have thought, especially In Kolkata where illegal immigrants are brought in by some shady politicians and given Indian i.d.s including passports to inflate their own vote banks. So it takes time and there's a police verification involved for everyone, no exemptions. 

The last time my passport was renewed here, Kolkata was Calcutta and I was not present at home when the authorities came in to verify - I was at work and my blood family and in-laws managed it between them. That was in 1992, long time! - the renewal was necessary due to the change in marital status and the consequent changes. 

Subsequently, my passport has been issued by embassies abroad, pretty smooth process, no verifications, nothing hassly. I was expecting this time to be a contrast, but surprisingly it wasn't too bad. The new one came through less than a week after the police verification was completed. 

This was my second interaction with the Kolkata Police recently, I had gone to the local P.S. for a clearance certificate before leaving for Fiji  last year. We'd been told to apply online and it had come through in 48 hours flat, no time at all. 

Our films and stories and even the neighbourhood gossip always paint a negative picture of the police, but my real life experiences with them has been quite the opposite. I have been in police stations multiple times and have been treated with courtesy, efficiency and exemplary professionalism each time. I also have close family members who have been victims of burglaries and the police has unerringly recovered the stolen items within weeks. Therefore, I am a fan of our police force and this is my own small way of countering all the negative stereotypes flying around.