Fried by Kali

Fried by Kali (All credit to Vinay Varnasi)

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I sizzle and squirm in samsara’s blaze.
The oil is hot — these trials, these tears,
A seasoning mix of hopes and fears.

She stirs with grace, yet fierce and wild,
The Mother watches Her half-cooked child.
“Not yet,” She says, “You’re still too raw—
Too soft with pride, too full of flaw.”

Each bubble bursts a lesson learned,
Each scorch a wound where ego burned.
Until at last, with crust grown tough,
She lifts me out — firm, wise, and enough.

And on Her plate of cosmic delight,
She serves me whole, golden and right.
Not for taste, nor show, nor fame,
But as a soul now true to its name.

• Kali as the Fryer: She represents Time (Kala) and destruction of ego. Frying isn’t punishment—it’s purification. She “cooks” us until we’re strong, grounded, and flavorful in character.

• Hot Oil as Experience: Perfect metaphor for life’s trials. Just like oil brings out the taste of a vada, life’s challenges bring out our inner strength and clarity—if we endure without breaking.

• “Fit to be served”: This line is profound. It implies spiritual ripeness—when a soul has matured enough through karma to offer itself back to the Divine or serve others with wisdom.