Making Lemons!

When life gives you lemonade, make lemons! And life will be all “whaaat”?!

– Phil Dunphy from Modern Family

As it stands though, any lemonade available has been sucked out of the lemons by life! And any minute reminiscence of life leftover from before the pandemic has been threatened by the social onslaught from Masterchefs of Instagram and Facebook.

Much like Indian cricket is defined pre and post-Ganguly era, we may end up defining life as pre and post-pandemic era.

There used to be a certain joy and sparkle announcing a WFH, now it’s like sentencing someone for rigorous imprisonment. For people working in information technology, though I barely qualify for the same having spent 8 years in pharmaceuticals, working from home is like checking emails. A part of their job. And yet, I am finding it extremely frustrating as the hours get longer and it becomes difficult to take any timeout from work.

But it is not the same for everyone. While there is tremendous hate-building up among people against the Chinese government, over 1 billion people still can’t resist killing time on TikTok. As a drug TikTok seems to be more effective than Salman on Eid or hydroxychloroquine on Corona. For a nation that increases its death count overnight by 50%, China seems to be in complete control of the situation. It’s like watching Dhoni playout 6 overs on a trot knowing he can come out triumphant in the end. Just maybe we get up to a news tomorrow that Chinese scientists save the day with the cure on Covid19! Everything needs to be planned precisely, like Dhoni.

While it’s all depressing on TV, its slightly better being on the phone with friends who don’t understand the cheat codes available in Ludo. Life is always a hack after all. How much do we lose before we are able to hack our way through is the only terrifying question?

And I hope a Phil Dunphy would be able to answer that even if it means making lemons from lemonade.

PS: Phil Dunphy is a character from the Web Series Modern Family, who seems to have all the answers.

The girl behind the desk

She sat there all intense,
About to throw the desk and get over with it.
And then she sighed and smiled,
She knew I was watching her then.
I wanted to click her,
But I just captured the moment with my eyes.

She gets nice dimples,
Her hair curled, falling nicely, though not been attended for a while.
And she looks beautiful when she smiles,
Her enthusiasm is beyond compare, like a little girl bubbling with energy.

I see a girl still figuring her life, her dreams.
Juggling work with study, her hopes held high and life in her stead.
Barcelona has been kind to her,
But home she still longs for.

Her honest interpretation startled me,
Not used to being judged so quickly,
But her eyes were open for a conversation,
And as they met mine I knew she was listening,
And that I found a friend.

That is what this trip was all about,
Making new connections,
Sometimes for a few minutes or hours.
Connections that you would treasure,
And the time that you would recollect with a grin.

Isn’t that life?
For life is like popcorn,
At every turn, someone might just pop up,
Someone that you might like!


Life is, as it pans out.
Controls you, not the other way around.
Fairy tales are for books,
Draped in music, deceiving by looks.

The more you think, dwindles the known.
The more you live, unfurls the unknown.

Your mind continues to play games,
But say no more, hurl no blames.
That which you manifest is before you,
The rest is a dream, more than you can chew.


In those happy moments,
In those sad moments,
There are some weak moments.
Moments we so fear,
they bring out our desires, oh dear!

Our desires are no strangers,
Though ours, are evil ventures.
Those that can bring upon pain,
Lose more than we can gain.

But desires are a matter of heart,
Lost in time, grown apart.
Virtuous unlikely, but not a cuss.
They are still, a part of us. A part of us.