Ice Cream

Ice Cream ode

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Sunday, the ‘Holy Day’, declared by the ‘Old Testament’
After the hard work of the universal creation, for six days,
Continuously from Monday to Saturday, fulfilling everything,
From a ray of light, sea, sky, earth and all living and nonliving
Creatures and objects, a man and a woman to this world.

Holy or not, entertain Sunday, with the Hurley-burly of kids,
Claims and arguments of cousins, in-laws, father and mother,
Grand-pa and grand-ma, along with their illness and visitors,
All in one, at home, a head-ache, regardless of their work,
They contribute, or not, in a joint-family, need to celebrate.

Am the only working woman, and all others are at my mercy,
Husband, hands over his salary to my purse, to be relieved,
From all other duties and responsibilities, as he needs peace,
Peace at his room with books, pen and paper, for his solitude;
Kids know this and start demanding one by one, bothering me.

Kids won’t sleep, without getting confirmed, previous night,
The whole details of their ‘Sunday Special’, from dawn to dusk,
Outing-spots, hotel or club, beach-shows or water theme-park,
That includes, heavy lunch or dinner and an ice-cream parlor,
Known from tongue to tongue of its specialty, by friends.

Am angry, sometimes, my husband an idol, only listening,
No response on money-matters, yes, true, giving me,
Whatever is with him, but a word to solve critical problems,
No, never he opens his lips, nor children approach him too,
For fear of his philosophy, despite his love and friendship.

True, he loves our children and me, playing with us also,
But no question what is at home, or not, or what next,
To console the kids’ demands, just sitting with his lap-top,
May be a disease, am afraid, as he is not something,
Supreme, to close his eyes on daily-domestic affairs, like this.

‘OK, now you peacefully sleep’, solaced my children,
For me to sleep after finishing all odd jobs in kitchen.
In-laws and cousins used to enjoy ‘Sunday-off,’ from kitchen,
As they were there for the full six days, while I am in office,
They say, forgetting my tasks, early morning and late night.

See, ‘Sunday off,’ for me from office only, and here it is,
Re-doubled with washing, ironing, cleaning,
Every households on my head, despite office files.
And am happy, kids will be late to wake-up, at least
For my peace in the morning time, not bothering at all.

Imagine, the verge of a month-end, a last Sunday,
With an empty purse, that children know not, nor others,
Demanding their means and ends, as my husband smiles off,
Things, as he reads in an imaginary story of magic-sticks;
To please five thousand with five breads, as Christ did in Bible.

So I put forward my suggestion, to go to the sea-shore,
For spending evening, on one condition, not to demand
Anything from beach, but will provide something simple.
They agreed with no applauds, and shouted for ice-cream;
And started crying for its types and quality, but I kept silent.

But the word, ‘ice-cream’, echoed there in other rooms;
And the kids of in-laws and cousins also shouted slogans,
That I can’t but listen, as am the only source of income,
Not to ignore anyone at home, and then my speechless
Husband added his role, ‘a family-pack’ better for all kids.

Again I heard the up-roars from all rooms, along with elder’s
‘What can we do with one family-pack, buy three, at least;’
As soon as the first cousin’s demand ended, raised Grandma,
’I too will have a bite, sweet is the only taste I hold now’;
‘True, true, me too feel so bitter my taste-buds’, Grand-pa added.

Am at my ‘wits-end’, whom I consider or whom to ignore;
And I looked up to my Mamma, she smiled with no demands,
As no outputs, kids smelt my negative mood, and pressed me;
‘Mamma, no excuse, we have to go out’; then came a pretty girl,
My last cousin’s wife, ‘let us all go’, my husband too supported.

Out of temper I gazed at him and he withdrew from the scene,
Patting the new girl, enraging me, his ’land-slits’ towards her;
And acted myself, having head-ache, due to official files.
But she, the cleverer, patted me to change over the mood
And gone to play with the kids, to lose my temper out of me.

Then I heard Grand-pa’s voice, ‘come back soon, with kids,
And let our visitors have a share along with their dinner’.
I threw my eyes sharply on my kids and they went back,
As if convinced my next step of action, ‘no mamma,
We don’t feel the taste of ice-cream now, let us play balls inside’.

‘Leave them free, if they don’t want, but you bring
Two packs, for me and our visitors, we will have it.’
Grand-pa chuckled, I heard, and lost my control,
“Go and study, no more word, ‘ice-cream’, in this house,
No more Sundays, nor any more outing” I screamed.

The kids and the whole home convinced, what I meant;
The whole ambiance, covered by thick silence, except hers,
The voice of last cousin’s wife, nearing my husband;
‘Let us go out and get something for the whole home,
Aunt tired; let her be here,’ she caught hold of his hand.

My mind and whole body, become colder than the ice-cream,
Very bitter in taste and color, refrigerated, beyond the level,
To preserve, and get oneself outdated, I imagined myself,
Exhausted and good for nothing, comparing to the present girls,
Rising to the occasion to befit themselves in the world, they love.

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CP RAJASEKHARANBorn, in an Indian village, as the son of Purushothaman Nair & Parukutty Amma of Ernakulam dist. of Kerala state. Completed school education from the Govt. LP School, Nanthiattukunnam, Govt. High School, and SNV. Sanskrit High School, North Parur. Then graduated from the Government Sanskrit College, and did the post graduation from the University College, Thiruvananthapuram of Kerala University. Later received an additional degree in Education from the Govt.Training College, Thrissur of Calicut University.Associated with the Gandhian ideology and the Sarvodaya Movement ( prosperity and welfare for all ) of Gandhi Peace Foundation; and was elected as the leader of the children’s group, in the village, at the age of 13; and started participating in social activities from the very early age of child hood.Elected as the school leader, while studying in the 10th class of SNV Sanskrit High School. Started working with student union and elected as the magazine editor, arts club secretary, general secretary and chairman of the college union continuously in the college election of Govt. Sanskrit College Thiruvananthapuram, getting an opportunity to have active participation in the literary and social platforms of the student community, and attended student-teacher inter actions with the authorities and educational institutions throughout the college life. Staged the first play, at the age of five and started acting as a child artist in famous plays presented by the professional theaters of the state. Started writing scripts for amateur children’s theater groups at the young age itself, associating with various theater groups in schools, colleges and in the local arts-clubs and started publishing stories and poems in school-college magazines and local publications. The whole college life was spent experimenting with plays in the open theater forums, along with the professional actors and theater activists of the State, along with the literary and social activities, as a best student, an all-rounder. The Sanskrit education tempted to get closer with world classics and the college education in Trivandrum was an opportunity to have association with reputed professors and famous writers, who inspired reading books of great writers of the literary world ; it was from the college life, that the flavor of literature was noticed by the professors and was encouraged in that line. Also elected as the president of the Youth wing of Gandhi Peace Foundation of Gandhi Smarak, Thiruvananthapuram while studying for post graduation, that gave space and time to work for the poor and needy at a young age itself. Started the career as a teacher, in Kozhikode Sanskrit Vidya Peeth, Kallai Ganapath High School and Mavoor Rayon’s High School, teaching Sanskrit language and literature, and Indian philosophy; And started speaking on philosophy, aesthetics, and other social subjects, as an orator, all over the state. Studied English literature, philosophy, and psychology, in the mean time, by own effort, and took an additional Post graduate diploma in psychological counseling from the Kerala university to support the Radio - TV counseling programs. Conducting child, adult and family counseling, for the last 20 years, apart from the official assignments, working extra time, to uplift the mental faculty of the young people to get them motivated and to bring back them to the normal life by giving motivation therapy and psycho therapy, as a charitable free service, associating with hospitals and educational institutions and social organizations all over the State. One mobile phone is fully dedicated for public service and made accessible to all who need free help or advice or counseling of any sort ; and the very needy and poor who need personal help are treated and served at home. Started rescuing and rehabilitating, isolated and neglected children at home, giving confidence and living environment.Joined All India Radio with a career in electronic media and worked for Radio & TV, in various capacities from the post of Program announcer to the post of director of Radio & TV, serving 35 years, covering almost all states of India, winning national and international reputation in scripting directing and producing Radio & TV programs. Joining with radio profession, compelled to write and do productions with innovative ideas that could capture the listeners’ appreciation, as radio was the only entertaining media, then, reaching every home; And the first full-fledged, perfect play, '' Homam '' (The Oblation’ ) was broadcast, receiving much appreciation and then followed the broadcast and publication of a lot of creative works. Writing poetry, lyrics, musical features, documentaries and plays, became a part of the job and then the creative writing was flourished by publishing articles, columns, poems, stories and plays in various newspapers from 1976 onwards. The first book, (Three Old Men) published in 1986, on the old-age agony, received the Literary Academy Award of the State, and followed by other awards and reputation, as a well-established dramatist and poet. Received Kerala Sahithya Academy Award, Kerala Sangeet Natak Academy Award, State Television Award, Akasvani National awards (10 times) Best Public Service Broadcaster Award of India, and International Radio Nomination from Iran etc.. After retiring from AIR, invited bi the Indira Gandhi National Open University to be the Station Head of its Broadcasting wing for 5 years and then served as the Editor of a Malayalam News paper, ''Suprabhatham'', for one year. Presently working for the Sangeet Natak Academi, Delhi, as the Tagore National Scholar, preparing a unique Encyclopedia on the performing arts of India, under the Tagore National Fellowship scheme.
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