Yes..its been a while since i wrote..for no particular reasons. It is just that my laziness got the better of me. Some things in life have changed drastically while most else is as it was a couple of years ago.
Now I travel a bit longer to get to work and in turn am later that i used to be...nevertheless am not complaining..Thank God no one else is..not in touch with ol fellas..my buddies from blore..now I dont know how that happened. but yes..matter of fact is am not in touch. Again i love the space i am in today. Its me over everything, its my job over most things and its my family over most other people i know. This, in a way feels good, not because i like to be hibernating but because its that space in life when i have given me full importance. It is what I do that matters the most to me. yes, fb has taken a backseat too.. Log in like once a week and check fren requests etc..dont bother to peep into other people`s profiles which i think will be the best change that i could have wished for.
On the writing front, i wish i could have written ad copies or graduated to writing something else..beside web copies..i am getting there soon and it feels good to think and ruminate on such thoughts...
Monday, December 12, 2011
Monday, May 18, 2009
The monsoon song
The monsoon song is heard again
But in a place so alien now,
Eyes grow green with envy at the pictures
Though memory is still afresh of the year that was 94
Wet paddy fields and wetter still the bunch of us
Squirm with the rains that swished but now seem gone forever so
At a corner of the creek I sat as a little girl
Watching the frogs spawn
Oh what wonder lay in those tiny eggs that could one day, leap into life!
Time is now a constraint; disallowing us the bliss
Life in these small measures seem so worth a miss
When some decision in the heart goes terribly wrong
The way back to pavilion is marred by tempest
Yet I sit with a heart full of hope
Nothing but the desert I see around
Should it transform into drops of water
That accumulated here ages ago
Thanks to the lives that touched me so
Behold, me will be waiting to see
Half a year has gone by.
A flicker of fire and a wink of faith
Coupled together to do me good
For those that failed to remember though
Are certainly wished but wittingly forgotten
The fine line of choice is like the cloud
Murky yet decisive about the drops
That would one day kick back to life
Bringing with it a ray of hope
That life will be blissful as once like the rain
Swish, drop, pitter, drop and verve
But in a place so alien now,
Eyes grow green with envy at the pictures
Though memory is still afresh of the year that was 94
Wet paddy fields and wetter still the bunch of us
Squirm with the rains that swished but now seem gone forever so
At a corner of the creek I sat as a little girl
Watching the frogs spawn
Oh what wonder lay in those tiny eggs that could one day, leap into life!
Time is now a constraint; disallowing us the bliss
Life in these small measures seem so worth a miss
When some decision in the heart goes terribly wrong
The way back to pavilion is marred by tempest
Yet I sit with a heart full of hope
Nothing but the desert I see around
Should it transform into drops of water
That accumulated here ages ago
Thanks to the lives that touched me so
Behold, me will be waiting to see
Half a year has gone by.
A flicker of fire and a wink of faith
Coupled together to do me good
For those that failed to remember though
Are certainly wished but wittingly forgotten
The fine line of choice is like the cloud
Murky yet decisive about the drops
That would one day kick back to life
Bringing with it a ray of hope
That life will be blissful as once like the rain
Swish, drop, pitter, drop and verve
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The map that got me thinking!
Can`t stop beaming at the ‘Google Map’ I just received from my cousin. I have tried this before but have never got this close to seeing my house, all mapped out. I have been looking at it from the time I received it. After each article I write I don’t want to take a break, instead all I want to do is sit and stare at the map showing my abode.
Nostalgic may not be the appropriate word, although I feel it has been ages since I went home. There are so many memories attached to the place I will always call my home, more so post marriage. From being mommy`s lil girl to shouldering the responsibilities that come with marriage, I must confess the journey has been natural.
I now miss home like never before, the little stream by the side of the garden and my pet canines. The smell of the soil in Coorg when it pours, the croaking of frogs by the stream and the incessant power cuts during monsoon, remind me how I long to be there. Someone once asked me, when I was really happy. Well I did not have to think much. I was the happiest in class ten when I left hostel to go back home and enroll in a school nearby.
I always knew I would miss home, well everybody does, but never knew that I was capable of actually thinking over it so much that I would want to write about it. There is a thought that constantly hounds me. It may seem silly for anyone reading this. But illogical as it may seem, I believe I want to walk back in time and relive those moments that now seem, gone forever.
I wish I could be younger and free to make mistakes. Sometimes I wonder why life should be such a tough trainer. I mean we can be allowed a preparatory platform before we actually take up the mains.
Although I have outgrown my school uniform, I believe that some things which I want unchanged will remain so. Like the stream that does not forget to flow, the green and brown frogs that do not give up croaking or the cricket that fills up the forest with all the funny noise it makes.
The cry in the wilderness could either be of victory, love or passion. It could denote anguish or ignorance. My platter is too full for a guessing game right now. What the unflinching noises of the cricket and frog connote, well maybe I could find out after another test!
Nostalgic may not be the appropriate word, although I feel it has been ages since I went home. There are so many memories attached to the place I will always call my home, more so post marriage. From being mommy`s lil girl to shouldering the responsibilities that come with marriage, I must confess the journey has been natural.
I now miss home like never before, the little stream by the side of the garden and my pet canines. The smell of the soil in Coorg when it pours, the croaking of frogs by the stream and the incessant power cuts during monsoon, remind me how I long to be there. Someone once asked me, when I was really happy. Well I did not have to think much. I was the happiest in class ten when I left hostel to go back home and enroll in a school nearby.
I always knew I would miss home, well everybody does, but never knew that I was capable of actually thinking over it so much that I would want to write about it. There is a thought that constantly hounds me. It may seem silly for anyone reading this. But illogical as it may seem, I believe I want to walk back in time and relive those moments that now seem, gone forever.
I wish I could be younger and free to make mistakes. Sometimes I wonder why life should be such a tough trainer. I mean we can be allowed a preparatory platform before we actually take up the mains.
Although I have outgrown my school uniform, I believe that some things which I want unchanged will remain so. Like the stream that does not forget to flow, the green and brown frogs that do not give up croaking or the cricket that fills up the forest with all the funny noise it makes.
The cry in the wilderness could either be of victory, love or passion. It could denote anguish or ignorance. My platter is too full for a guessing game right now. What the unflinching noises of the cricket and frog connote, well maybe I could find out after another test!
Monday, November 24, 2008
When the tiger burps!
I ought to have written this earlier.The 'White Tiger' is indeed a good read. I finished the book in 7 days at a regular bed time reading schedule.It was a gripping novel but not one that i would like to finish in two days flat.Kudos to the much acclaimed author for excellent language and flow of content. But i do not know if all those who have read the book agree with what i have to say.For one, I could not stand to justify the protagonist`s actions.He kills his master in broad daylight and gets away scottfree, to live a life of harmony. And that has actually been applauded ?
India i think has been depicted in a slapdash light and it truly seems more like an outsider`s perception of the country. Well the critics were not all wrong when they wrote about it. While speaking to a few friends who have read the book, the response was not mixed as expected.On the contrary all of them felt the need to shake the writer up and show him the India we live in.As an educated youth i may not be able to get into the shoes of Balram Halwai, but having lived in rural India i am aware that landlordish supremacy does exist and to what extent ,is anybody`s guess. Nevertheless i feel the book could have been less cynical and more optimistic.
It is humiliating enough to be stereotyped as a nation run by goons. Not that we have anybody to blame.I think our very own thinking has hindered the progress of socio-economic growth. Stop getting used to abuses and dirt. Go beyond the slums and the rustic visuals of India.If anything, get inspired by Amdavadis who have taken to the streets to keep the city clean instead of complaining.
If you intend to write on India from an insider`s point of veiw, make sure to include the achievements, the technology the braindrain and all things that have the potential to make India as powerful as any other Nation.There may be several Balram Halwais amidst us who have stamped on bricks of life to reach the top.Top of what?- a cliff or a point of no return? But is that what we are aiming at? We may not always be the change we want but the least we can do is try.
I ought to have written this earlier.The 'White Tiger' is indeed a good read. I finished the book in 7 days at a regular bed time reading schedule.It was a gripping novel but not one that i would like to finish in two days flat.Kudos to the much acclaimed author for excellent language and flow of content. But i do not know if all those who have read the book agree with what i have to say.For one, I could not stand to justify the protagonist`s actions.He kills his master in broad daylight and gets away scottfree, to live a life of harmony. And that has actually been applauded ?
India i think has been depicted in a slapdash light and it truly seems more like an outsider`s perception of the country. Well the critics were not all wrong when they wrote about it. While speaking to a few friends who have read the book, the response was not mixed as expected.On the contrary all of them felt the need to shake the writer up and show him the India we live in.As an educated youth i may not be able to get into the shoes of Balram Halwai, but having lived in rural India i am aware that landlordish supremacy does exist and to what extent ,is anybody`s guess. Nevertheless i feel the book could have been less cynical and more optimistic.
It is humiliating enough to be stereotyped as a nation run by goons. Not that we have anybody to blame.I think our very own thinking has hindered the progress of socio-economic growth. Stop getting used to abuses and dirt. Go beyond the slums and the rustic visuals of India.If anything, get inspired by Amdavadis who have taken to the streets to keep the city clean instead of complaining.
If you intend to write on India from an insider`s point of veiw, make sure to include the achievements, the technology the braindrain and all things that have the potential to make India as powerful as any other Nation.There may be several Balram Halwais amidst us who have stamped on bricks of life to reach the top.Top of what?- a cliff or a point of no return? But is that what we are aiming at? We may not always be the change we want but the least we can do is try.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Writing is an exploration . You start from nowhere and end up gaining knowledge as you write.It might not occur to most of us, but the sense of satisfaction one attains by writing is worth experiencing.
It could be a general topic, sometimes a creative one, what actually gets you going is the urge to express and be heard. This is not always possible in this frantic world but a word scribed is going to be read some day or the other.
You don`t have to be Keats to be a good poet or Aristotle to preach. For, the best way to be knowledgeable is to teach as you learn.It could be an alphabet or something new about your body anatomy, take time to comprehend and then impart.
Knowledge is rare and not available, a dozen a dime. Make sure you impart knowledge at an appropriate place and time.The audiences decide the quality of your work, so sometimes you may need to appease them with news they want to hear.
All said and done, make sure you know the subject of discussion and are a master in it, for you are answerable to the impact created.A mind gaining knowledge is highly impressionable.Take time to analyze before you impart.
The process of learning can not get easier than this. Preach all you want and make time to scribe. There cannot be an easier way to remember what you want to, but cannot.Write about anything, the more knowledgeable you get, the better. And as is said earlier, learn and imbibe as you grow, for writing helps you learn and no guesses here, for what you gain as you learn!
It could be a general topic, sometimes a creative one, what actually gets you going is the urge to express and be heard. This is not always possible in this frantic world but a word scribed is going to be read some day or the other.
You don`t have to be Keats to be a good poet or Aristotle to preach. For, the best way to be knowledgeable is to teach as you learn.It could be an alphabet or something new about your body anatomy, take time to comprehend and then impart.
Knowledge is rare and not available, a dozen a dime. Make sure you impart knowledge at an appropriate place and time.The audiences decide the quality of your work, so sometimes you may need to appease them with news they want to hear.
All said and done, make sure you know the subject of discussion and are a master in it, for you are answerable to the impact created.A mind gaining knowledge is highly impressionable.Take time to analyze before you impart.
The process of learning can not get easier than this. Preach all you want and make time to scribe. There cannot be an easier way to remember what you want to, but cannot.Write about anything, the more knowledgeable you get, the better. And as is said earlier, learn and imbibe as you grow, for writing helps you learn and no guesses here, for what you gain as you learn!
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