Monday, August 8, 2016

Elixir (a flash fiction by Revathi Raj Iyer)


          {Photo credit - Firewords, UK}

This illustration belongs to and was published in Firewords, UK in the second quarterly issue, 2016 as part of their flash fiction challenge of not more than 400 words.

Based on their illustration, here is my story titled - “Elixir”

The moon had disappeared beneath the sheath of clouds and the night hung heavily like a pall of gloom. It was the darkest night ever in the history of mankind. There was pin drop silence. The earth was barren and there were no signs of life on the planet. The air was musty with an awful stench that could make a person puke to death. Planet earth was nearing her end, but, for that last hope.

The silence of the night was shattered by a sudden deafening sound of an unfathomable energy, followed by a weak squeak, a tweak and a mild thud.

“Save me, please. Can somebody help? I see nothing around. Don’t let me die. Please somebody help,” pleaded the branch as it lay helplessly with one last leaf that held the elixir of life.

“I am bleeding. Please somebody help me,” cried out the branch. A sharp pain shot through its veins. In spite of the gusty wind that blew mercilessly, it held on to that leaf with all its might.

“Please help me!” The shrill voice resonated.

Laila literally fell off the couch as she saw her mother stand right in front of her, pressing a tissue over her left thumb. She was momentarily befuddled and it took her a few seconds to gather herself. All of a sudden she realized that the call for help from the dying branch, had in fact, coincided with the ones that came from the kitchen.

“I have been screaming for help for God knows how long. Show some concern,” said her mother angrily and turned off the television.

Laila was horrified to see traces of blood all over her mother’s apron. She ran upstairs to get the first aid kit.

“How did this happen?” asked Laila, as she dressed up her mother’s wound. Thankfully, the blood had stopped oozing by then.

“I was chopping this humongous pumpkin to make your favourite soup,” said her mother softening up.

“By the way, what in God’s name were you watching?” she asked.

As Laila narrated about the dying branch with one green leaf that held the elixir of life, her mother listened in rapt attention.

“What happened to the leaf?” she asked eagerly.

“Well mother, if only you had hurt your thumb a few minutes later,” Laila answered with an impish grin.

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Although Elixir did not emerge a winner in the flash fiction contest of Firewords, UK, their feedback was quite gratifying:) Here is what they wrote:

“The Firewords team really enjoyed reading your submission. The convergence of the two stories was jarring and shocking; a very powerful aspect to the flash. Both stories worked well individually but we did like the relationship between the mother and the elixir. This subtlety was the important link between the two worlds.”


Sunday, August 7, 2016

Friendship day!

Gone are the days of friendship bands
Gone are the days of mindless chats
As we lean onto our smart phones
And seek comfort in words and emojis
To bond in these changed times
Here's to all my dear friends
As I remember the good old days:)
Happy Friendship Day!

#warmth #memories #naughty #silly
#friends

Rizzu

Here is a touching poem by Ahmedabad-based writer Revathi Raj Iyer, presented by Atreya Sarma in The Hans India (Sunday Hans, Aug 7, 2016)…  http://epaper.thehansindia.com/898862/SUNDAY-HANS/SUNDAY-HANS#page/16/2

“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”

An infant trashed in a litterbin, one fateful day
Amidst cries of anguish and despair
Gloom befalls the city as terror and carnage
Cast its ugly shadow as mobs blind with fury
Trample with no mercy
Ravage the city that once stood tall
But changed Rizzu’s destiny 

“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”

He knows not of his morbid past
Lucky to be alive, safe in his abode 
As serendipity struck in the form of a kind passer by
He loves the pudgy woman, whom he troubles to no end
Loves her to bits and calls her “Ma”...

“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”

Rizzu survived to awaken us to the truth
There are still kind hearts to vanquish their sorrows
Adorable are children, meant to be cherished
Never to be left, alone to be buried

“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”


Sunday, July 31, 2016

Pap smear - for your dear ones {Revathi Raj Iyer}

During my routine health check up at the Apollo Hospitals, Ahmedabad with the Obstetrician-Gynaecologist, I came to know that most women, including the educated ones, do not have a Pap smear check-up done. The general awareness levels seem to be very low.
Pap smear is a simple test to check if your cervix is healthy and can detect early signs of cervical cancer. A simple test can find abnormal cells before cancer develops. How wonderful is that? Why shouldn’t we make us of this test to make sure we are okay, for our own good and family?
  • All women between the ages of 18 and 70, who have been sexually active (albeit with a single partner), should have Pap smear test once in every 3 years.
  • Women above 40 years of age are urged to have this test done at least once for detection because the risk of cervical cancer increases with age.
  • “I have been through menopause. Do I still need Pap smear?”  “Oh, yes! You do.”
  • “Is there a vaccine for this virus that causes cervical cancer?” “Yes, it is available for young girls below the age of 27 years.
Dear ladies and girls - please take a moment from your busy routine and think:
When did you last have Pap smear test?
When did you urge any of your family members to have this done?
Do you know that most cancer of the cervix can be prevented if each woman had a Pap smear check once every 3 years?
It is not painful at all, maybe bit of a discomfort momentarily, that’s all.
Do you know that there is a Vaccine available that can help prevent cervical cancer? If you are in the age group of 12 to 26 years or have a daughter in that age bracket, it will be wise to talk to your doctor about this Vaccine, to have a better understanding.
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Courtesy: Apollo Hospitals, Ahmedabad; with inputs from Dr. Usha Bohra- MS (Obs-Gyn), FRCOG (UK), MRCP (Dublin) Director (Dept of Obs & Gyn), Gynaec Cancer & Laproscopic Surgeon


   

Friday, July 22, 2016

The shepherd girl (Revathi Raj Iyer)

There was a shepherd girl
who found a rare pearl

Not knowing what to do
She sang toodle-doo

And named it a magic pearl after her father who was a good old Earl

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Book review of Anu Aggarwal's "Anusual" (by Revathi Raj Iyer)





Anu Aggarwal
Anusual:
Memoir of a Girl Who Came Back from the Dead
HarperCollins. 2015
P-ISBN: 978-93-5029-739-1
E-ISBN: 978-93-5029-740-7
Pages 184 | Rs 299

An illuminating and profoundly poignant true life saga of a super model and Bollywood diva who fought destiny and re-emerged from near death

“Truth is stranger than fiction” is a much clichéd expression but nonetheless a remarkable catchphrase to describe this book titled Anusual by Anu Aggarwal, who is still remembered as the Aashiqui girl. In this short autobiography, the author has described the journey of her life in an eloquent style with literary appeal and poetic flair. An unflinching attempt has been made to share the details of her life without inhibitions, with a strong message that there is more to life than success, stardom and riches; and true happiness lies in total surrender and living in the moment. Anu Aggarwal has learnt this the hard way, after having faced the extremities of a tragedy and trauma that ripped her body apart, leaving her in coma for nearly twenty-nine days, but miraculously has come back from near death, to tell us her life story. This memoir reminisces each and every phase of evolution of her life from a student to a celebrity and above all, as a human being.

“Anusual” was her nickname coined by journalist Suma Varghese in the early 1990’s, acknowledging her status as a style icon, which the author has used as the title of her memoir to blend with her befitting personality.

Anu Aggarwal, a young, dusky lass from Delhi, and a student of the School of Social Work, who had assisted a Pakistani NGO for uplift of Muslim women and also crafted programmes for the repatriation of Afghan refugees with the UNHCR came to Bombay upon a friend’s invite with Rs 800/-, remnants from a Government scholarship, and a return train ticket back to Delhi to start her job with a German NGO. But she never went back. Spotted randomly by a talent scout in the crowded Churchgate station, Anu Aggarwal’s tryst with the advertising world began with Godrej Marvel soap which sparked a lot of attention. She became the most sought after and highly paid model and India’s supermodel, in an era where there was no social or sensational media to trumpet the accomplishments of a public figure. Within six months, Anu Aggarwal had become famous, a style icon seen on hoardings, calendars, magazine cover pages, everywhere. Fashion photographers made a beeline and in no time, her stunning looks and maverick attitude exposed her to the catwalk and she wasted no time in sashaying on the international ramp, as well.

A year and half later, Bollywood beckoned her and she was persuaded by filmmaker Mahesh Bhatt to play the part of a homeless, orphan girl in quest of love in the movie titled “Aashiqui.” This was a runaway success, a major breakthrough in her career as a performing artist, alongside her overseas modelling assignments. The author portrays her various roles in movies including Mani Ratnam’s “Thiruda Thiruda” where she won accolades for her performance as Chandralekha. She was also nominated for a Filmfare award for her negative role in “Khalnaika,” an adaptation from “The hand that rocks the cradle.” Although the movie didn’t make a mark, the actress did. This led to her foray into MTV and VJ-ing when the channel was exploring to gain foothold in India. Bollywood fame took her to yet another level of popularity, when she also started endorsing brands such as Tata Tea and the controversial condom ad made by Lintas for an astronomical figure. A trilogy titled “Erotica” was her next milestone where she played the role of an Indian princess who spoke to the parrot about her erotic desires. With this, the Bollywood diva walked the red carpet at Cannes film festival where the movie “Cloud Door” was screened.

The author states that from time to time, she was drawn into spirituality to recoup. A year after Aashiqui when she was flooded with stage shows overseas; she got drawn to Vipassana and went through with it. Her quest for self-discovery was ceaseless.

She was on the cusp of taking a break from the razzmatazz, when Hollywood was opening doors for her. That became a turning point, says the author, when it dawned upon her that no more fame and money was going to quench her thirst for self-discovery. She bid adieu to tinsel town to find solace in yoga and started living in a yogashram in the Himalayas.

The book takes a sweeping turn as she writes about her varied experiences at the ashram; in a vivid and explicit manner. The chapters cover what she goes through at the ashram, coping with her own emotions, jealousies of some ashramites, life as a Karmayogi, her deepening of Yoga Nidra, understanding Tantra, experience on an astral plane, mutual attraction to the Swami; all of which make an interesting read and revelation. One fine day, as if waiting for the right opportunity, she gets kicked out of the ashram, when the spiritual leader was on a tour, and she returns to Bombay. As you read further, it appears as though she came to answer her destiny’s calling.

This is where comes the heart wrenching part of her story, where the author writes about the most traumatic and transformational phase of her life, the ferocious near fatal car crash. Owing to her Karma perhaps, miraculously she comes back to life only to further battle with the process of recovery involving excruciating pain and suffering. Her survival instinct and utmost determination to live on account of her own realisation through yoga and spirituality may have augmented her getting back to where she is today. Her narration of what she went through will touch every reader’s heart, as it has touched mine. Interestingly enough, Anu Aggarwal goes back to the ashram to embrace Sanyas and passes the acid test of endurance. The author has expressed all this with remarkable clarity and ethos and with a positive overtone.

The book is not bereft of a touch of humour, for instance when the author attributes appropriate adjectives for the Swami and Sannyasin, viz. Swamibitteryogi, Swamiglee, Swamiflusteryogi and Charlie Chocolatoga not wishing to reveal their true identities.

In short, this book is all about a simple girl from a humble background, who scaled the heights of super success and stardom in a short span of time, disappeared to become a yogini, encountered near death and spiralled on an astral plane, embraced Sanyas and has returned to Bombay to teach yoga. “Anusual,” a well-articulated and touching memoir straight from her heart, makes a very interesting read. In her new avatar, as a writer, Anu Aggarwal rocks!


{First published in Muse India - July/August Issue}

http://museindia.com/regularcontent.asp?issid=68&id=6670






Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Linnet - by Revathi Raj Iyer

"Oceans are dark, mountains are majestic," wrote the poet
"Why is that?" asked the confused linnet

He broke into a song
And stroke his beard, white and long

But failed to convince the linnet the essence of his sonnet

I was startled to see two strange men seated on the tattered sofa of my tiny home. I quickly hid behind the curtain but it was too late....