May 21st 2020

Waking up Lazarus
While reading the New Testament I stumbled upon on this idiom. When Lazarus died and Mary and Martha his sisters were weeping, Jesus came to the place only after three days. But when Jesus came, he went to the grave of Lazarus and miraculously brought him back to life. Waking up Lazarus as in Idiom means good and fortunate things happening in one’s life. Yes, I want to experience waking up Lazarus.


Rain an Epiphany

Crystals poured from the sky. Thunder was a deafening roar. The clouds were belly bloated. Pink Clothes streaked across the sky. Metaphors lay as puddles on the ground. The earth smelled sweet as a baby’s hair.

The Hoax
I got a letter from a family situated in UAE wanting a tutor of English for their child. They introduced themselves as people of French nationality. Later on I sent my resume to them. Then I had a call from UAE from a person with an Arabic accent speaking English asking me to sign the offer letter. When I opened my mail, to my chagrin they asked me service charges for my visa and tickets. And then I realized it was a hoax. It’s strange that Arabs are also involved as scammers.

Maurice Blanchot
Maurice Blanchot is a French philosopher and novelist. He equates the philosophy of Death to writing. What is death in writing is not clear? Every word I strike with the pen is a body being lowered into its grave. Every thought added becomes a resurrection. Another interesting thought of his is a flower in literature has meanings other then what the flower signifies. An example would: I did poetry to her and made her a flower of meanings.

Assorted Fictions

Childhood Memoir
This happened to me when I was in the 10th standard. There was girl in the nearby girl school to whom I became emotionally attached. Every morning and evening I used to rush from my school to see her go. I did not have the courage to tell her that I love her. After finishing school we parted our ways and I know nothing of what happened to her.

Rain an Epiphany
Thunder growled ferociously like an angry dog. Pink flowers lit up the sky. The sky started chanting hymns. Rain is now pouring a cuisine of delicacy. The sky is serenading the earth in sheer ecstasy. Nature is an art of rhythmic music. Cymbals are clanging; base drum is pounding; tom toms are echoing the music of beauty.

Fictional Narratives

Rain an Epiphany
The canvas is swollen grey. Very soon epiphanies are pouring on the earth. God is pleased with the earth and wets the earth in lyrical etudes. The earth has been a bald head, dry without water. Thanks to heaven’s pleasant gift, the rain of prosperity is gifted to the earth.

King Alexander the Great Poop
King Alexander was a great king of poop. He uses his poop soldiers cast in poop to conquer lands. Each of the poop lands he conquers, he induces them to adopt poop mannerisms and culture. Poop culture and Poop Empire is being recorded in the annals of history. A poop medal is being awarded by the distinguished committee of poop for his poop contributions.

Evening Epiphany
Time is nearing sunset. The colors of the sky are changing to crimson, orange and purple. Colors are mesmerizing fonts of delight. Bards echo joy on celestial wings. Slowly the sun disappears and light is scattered into a fiesta of colors. I watch how the light percolates into the tress and I get feeling of Cathartic happiness. A bird, a sparrow is building its nest on the window sill. I watch in amazement how the tiny joy of love, bring dried leaves, wastepaper and other paraphernalia to build the nest. I am reminded of the saying by Christ: ‘the birds of the air neither sow nor reap and yet the heavenly father takes care of them; then how much more will your heavenly father take care of you’.

Two Idioms and an Epiphany

Rain an Epiphany
The clouds are bloated and grey; rain is pouring now, a melancholic hymn; thunder bellows now a bell-canto voice; pink streaks across the sky as a poem of art; rain is a loud muse pouring pitter patter on the roof; it is a pulchritude to hear the rhythm and melody of the rain.


Serpent on a Flagpole

Serpent on a Flagpole is taken from the Old Testament. The Israelites in their sojourn in the wilderness became whiners and grumblers. God became displeased with them and send down serpents to exterminate them. They pleaded with Moses to rescue them. Moses held concordance with God and God asked him to put a serpent carved out of metal on a flagpole and whoever looks at it will be saved. The Serpent on a Flagpole as an Idiom means solving a problem using an apt solution. Will the Corona Virus have a Serpent on a Flagpole? The pancreatic cancer that he had became a serpent on a flagpole.

Balaam’s Ass
Balaam’s Ass is an Old Testament story. Balaam had the power to curse or bless, a gift ordained by God. Balaam was asked by the enemies of Israel to curse them. As he was riding on his donkey, the donkey saw an angel blocking the way and it veered off into a ditch. Balaam began to beat in without any mercy. God spoke through the donkey: ‘I have been faithful to you all these years and yet you persecute me’. Balaam realized his mistake and asked God for forgiveness. Balaam’s Ass as an idiom means being accused of a problem that one did not create or it means making a scapegoat of someone. In my professional career I have for no faults of mine became a Balaam’s Ass. I became a Balaam’s Ass when my lover rejected me.

Fictional Narratives

Cleansing the Temple
This is the only time that Jesus got angry. When he came to the temple, to his consternation he found that the temple was full of marketers and gamblers. He took a whip and with all fury drove them all out and said: ‘my father’s house is a house of prayer but you have made it a den of thieves. Cleansing the temple as an idiom means a body free of vices. In personal life cleansing the temple is not an easy task.


Evening Epiphany

Light broke out into a prose of poems ….scarlet …..orange….pink and purple….there’s an ark there embedded in the clouds, a Noah’s ark….there’s a fire belching monster ….there I see a gargoyle….evening is quiet, tranquil poem…..fairies were nattering in awesome splendor….few were streaking across the sky in magnificent pulchritude ….the flame of the forest with its red flowers shone as a music of color….meaning of beauty lies in the art of nature.

Rain an Epiphany
Zeus roared his motorcycle across the sky…A fetish of pink X-rayed the sky….The clouds were swollen ash ….then it started drizzling….the cold breeze stuck my cheeks as tempting cheese. The falling of rain on the roof resembled the sounds of horses trotting….the rain fizzled out and what remained was a quiet silence ….rain is pathos of nature ….

Rain An Epiphany

The springs of the sky pour a harvest—echoes of it are received by the Urn, Earth; Rain now sh sh sh sh shaing a soliloquy of onomatopoeia; thunder rumbles in noisy groans; puddles on the earth are joy moments; nature is in love, serene, tranquil, a magic a wonder. Nature is a bard of poetry, a music conductor of an opera. Hymns are singing now as epiphanies in delight. Shakespeare is quoting: ‘all is well that ends well’.