Guest Post: by Anindita

4 Feb

When an award-winning poetess writes lines for you, it’s a really good idea to zip it and let her do the talking. Like I’m going to do now. Watch. Almost…..see? Getting there….7….6….5.5….. Fine! I’m gone!

~~~

I first met OJ almost two decades ago, when we were giddy with the thrill of junior college. She was exceptionally warm, funny and generous. Yes, even back then. Seven years and two cities later, we reconnected through our blogs and discovered so much in common—the love of a city, the love of cities in general, the love of grammar, gender, books.

I also discovered that her writing is like her–vivid, often startling, bright, strong and humorous.  I asked OJ to get involved with Ultra Violet, a feminist website I started in 2007.  She has been its most prolific writer, most committed support and now, a brilliant and dedicated editor.

There is the sort of friendship based on slumber parties. There is also the sort based on building something together, slowly, with infinite patience and generosity. I am happy to have known both with this wonderful girl. (And yes, she will always be a girl.)  Here’s to you, OJ, and to many more years of writing, blogging and being your wonderful self!
(and here’s a bit of wordplay because i couldn’t resist)

What I think of when I think of you
We inhabit this parade of words, intimate
as the press of a stranger’s hands at a wedding.

We are more than the faces we hold up,
these books of glitter and jade. Even the coincidences

of nation, culture, cities may fade.
(Though we have known the love of that lost one

like a common lover.) But beyond that, and above,
there is something else–a sense, perhaps,

of what is possible in another human being.
If this sounds sentimental, consider:

when I type no, the computer spells hope.
In its language, the two must be similar.

Like solar and plexus, like distance
and resistance, like write and entire.

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9 Responses to “Guest Post: by Anindita”

  1. dipali February 4, 2013 at 6:02 am #

    What a wonderful post!!!! What a poet! And what a friend to have!
    OJ, thou art truly blessed!

  2. Null Pointer February 4, 2013 at 6:24 pm #

    I’ll confess, I’m more than a little star-struck with your guest, OJ. However, if there’s a space where my fears shed layers, it’s got to be one where sunny pajamas are kosher, no? (quick — I need that bar of chocolate).

    Is there anything more free verse than friendship and its unpredictable dance whose rhythm is known only to those that form it? I’ll drink to yours! Ok, I’ll drink to just about anything, but that’s totally besides the point. Say, what? But, of course. I’ll zip it. I’m off to Gibberish Village — they should’ve sent a poet.

  3. Anindita Sengupta February 4, 2013 at 10:00 pm #

    I am blessed to have OJ as a friend :). Glad you liked the post, Dipali and NP. I was quite nervous about doing justice to such an amazing idea and request.

  4. Aunty G. February 5, 2013 at 12:25 am #

    A friendship so beautiful
    Also turned so meaningful
    Bless you both
    May you bring forth
    Much help that is fruitful!

  5. the mad momma February 5, 2013 at 7:49 am #

    What a beautiful post, Anindita. And I didn’t know you guys went so far back.

  6. Sukanya February 5, 2013 at 10:56 am #

    I am speechless. You are both blessed to have found each other.

  7. Mom Gone Mad February 6, 2013 at 2:04 am #

    This was so lovely. Esp. the poem.

  8. Orange Jammies February 13, 2013 at 8:21 am #

    dipali & Sukanya: I am blessed with riches, praise be.

    Null Pointer: Here’s an extra-large bar to make up for the time I took getting to you. 🙂

    Anindita: Anu! Big hug.

    Aunty G: Amen. 🙂

    the mad momma: Yup. All of 16. She was the cool chick, while I ran around looking positively frightful. It’s amazing how little things change.

    Mom Gone Mad: Wasn’t it just?

  9. Anindita Sengupta February 13, 2013 at 9:54 am #

    Thank you for the nice comments about the post :-). Yes, madmomma, except OJ has got it wrong. I was the one running around frightened while she was her wise self!

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