Meetanama

Struggling I have been to capture the Meeta experience.
I am still fumbling in the soul which has been washed over by Meetaness.

There is so much in the woman! It is insane.

             Everyone who knows her wants a piece of her.
She belongs to the masses. Yet she has something special just for you.
             It will be a private eye contact amidst ten of her friends whom you don’t know.
             It will be when she puts an arm around your shoulder and walks with you.
             It will be when she wakes you up early in the morning to spend time with you.
             It will be when she comes in your room and sleeps next to you, just because she felt like it.

You don’t be with Meeta, you witness her.

When she smiles, her whole body smiles with her-every part, every organ.
When she chants, the spirit of the house gathers around her to absorb the positive energy she gives out.
Just when you see a halo around her head, the little monster in her kicks in.
 She becomes Monica Gellar.

 She becomes the frustrated car driver in Delhi.  

 Rolling down her car window, she yells,  “Bhenchod! Aao kya bahar!”
 She becomes a baby at the sight of flying  pigeons.  
Resisting the urge to stop the car, she just rolls down the window and traces a pigeon or two in the air with her grubby, fat fingers.
She searches her empty wallet for money. She wants to swim. She will go mad if she doesn’t. She waits for dawn so she can have the early morning swim. No, you can’t leash the monster.
Her temper can wet your pants. Her ferocity has shaken many. Unfortunately, the same people never see Meeta sleep at night; for she switches on the table lamp.You see- ‘She can see dead people’ and because she is 100% sure that Emily Rose is hiding behind the bedroom door to haunt her.
                  In her, you have a friend who is crazy enough to unconditionally accept you.
                  In her is a sister, who is a mother to the older siblings.
                  In her is a maasi, who is an effortless disciplinarian.
                  In her is a daughter, who always understands.
                  In her is a Buddhist- a mentor, who will be your spiritual guide.
                  In her, is a passionate photographer who conjures up beauty in an otherwise drab scenario.
You see, it is through her photos that she pays her homage to the unsung heroes, neglected Indian tribes of Niyamgiri Hills and the Yamuna river.

                  In her, is a woman of substance.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/meetaahlawat/sets/  - Meeta's photos

There is so much I haven’t written here… there shall be another poem for it…

With genuine love and affection

Priyanka Londhe
11th August 2011-Thursday