The rewards of working hard

“Success comes to those who work hard, not the slackers,” said he, dressed in an impeccable suit, from his air-conditioned office, while a slacker scrubbed the floors in the basement. Yet another slacker was lifting a heavy crate, and one was plastering walls at some random construction site.

“Work, work, work,” he continued, sipping coffee, “I worked when my friends partied. You got to get an early start.” The eight-year old cleaning the utensils thanked her fortunes–how much earlier could you start? 

“And remember, you work for the people, selfless work is the key.” In front of his screen, the doctor clapped at that, and in a remote village a selfish farmer found the perfect noose.

The newspaper, the televisions, all published the virtues of hard work, but the appreciation failed to reach the labourers, who could neither read nor could they afford to watch the telly.

© K.A. Acharya

The Past that still is

I don’t like writing about the past,
Not mine, nor of anybody else.
Why criticize someone who can’t change?
Why praise a person, who’s beyond needing motivation?
Let the sleeping dogs lie,
why wake them up and cry?
But, at times I see glimpses of the past—
the villains still hurting people;
the prejudices destroying lives,
the past trying to mingle with the present,
bringing fake promises of the light,
and spreading it’s dark ideas.
This past needs to be caught,
to be displayed in its naked glory,
to be defeated, and sent back in disgrace,
for some pasts have this uncanny ability
to befriend the present and spoil the future.

When Strength isn’t Bliss

“ You’re so lucky. Your husband is a strong man,” her friend said.
She didn’t even wince at that. Nor did she touch the bruises on her cheeks, now skillfully hidden under tons of make up. Continue reading When Strength isn’t Bliss

The Vanishing Wilds

Everywhere I look, I see the concrete jungle
full of people jostling one another,
the towers stretching high, the space between
packed with colourful cars speeding along the roads.
In vain, I try to find the trees of my childhood
only to spot a plant here and there—the
remnants of the once widespread forest—
the shrubs lined in the middle of the road
more tamed than the traffic around. Continue reading The Vanishing Wilds

Stone Chariot, Hampi

Once upon a time, chariots were an everyday occurrence in the city of Hampi. They sped along the street, leaving the passersby awestruck with their splendor. Now, at the end of the city stands the solitary stone chariot in an empty temple campus.

Lifeless, yet elegant.

Hampi stone chariot

Inside the Vitthala Temple complex stands the magnificent stone sculpture in the shape of a chariot. The stone chariot is one of the most featured attractions of Hampi. It was built in the sixteenth century under the reign of Emperor Krishnadevraya, when Vijaynagar was at the height of its glory.

The chariot is not a monolithic structure, but made of connecting slabs of stones, the connection cleverly embedded in the artistic designs. Though now empty, the Stone Chariot was once a Garuda shrine.

Stone Chariot Hampi and me

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Every drop matters
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Drip! Drip! Drip!

The sound grated on her nerves. That which would have been heavenly served as a messenger from hell. If only it were the faucet! Alas, the tap maintained its dry spell.

None of the others did.

The clay water pot leaked; the small storage tank did too. The roof let in showers when it rained. Even the wrinkled old lady’s eyes watered.

But the tap refused to shed a drop.

 

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The scars are not the evidence of your weaknesses, but of your strengths…

–K.A. Acharya

The scars—quote

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The ruins

The ruins
The Ruins at Hampi, Karnataka
Where people see the ruins,
I see the city—as once it was–
bustling with vigour;
the stones anticipating
frenzied activities instead of
the shadows of nothingness,
the emptiness of the market
filled with haggling buyers,
the forlorn temples once
basking in their glorious grandeur,
the abandoned palaces
proud of their showy splendor,
the haughtiness of the nobility,
the dreams of the residents
before it all crashed,
the forgotten relics serving
as a reminder
that invincibility is
but an illusion;
that all these ruins were
once a thriving city;
and every city hopes,
not to become a ruin one day.
© K.A. Acharya 2018

Always Respect Tradition

tradition quote
Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I would have obeyed, but then I realised

If everyone had done the same thing

Where would I be?


Books would no longer be my friends,

Education would be barred to me;

My meagre brain at the mercy of

The wise men, who guided me.

My imagination neatly wrapped

Between the lines of a prayer-book;

My life would be of household chores.

Respect would be an alien word;

I would have taunts and scolds aplenty.

My feet bound to the threshold

Too scared to tread the outside world,

No knowledge would ever pierce the walls;

Ignorance would be my salvation.


Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I would have obeyed, but then I realised

If everyone had done the same thing

I would have faced a horrible fate.


I would be at home, a veil covering

my face, and a husband whom I worshipped

for the kicks and punches, he rewarded me.

I would be serving his parents while

He harassed mine for money.

I would pray for his long life, and not for any 

Claims of love, nor hypocrisy on my part.

I would really want him to live long,

For his death would be my destruction.

I would rather have the bruises he gives

Than be burned in the funeral pyre.

Some cultures would spare my life

Only to kill me everyday.



Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I refused to obey for the sake of a future girl.

Because, when I bring a piece of change,

She would be in some place better.

―K.A. Acharya © 2018

* I in the poem doesn't refer to me (as in Kiran), 
it's any girl who would have been victim 
to irrational traditions and customs. 
Pls check The woes of a Fiction Writer to understand.