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Thursday, September 21, 2017

~~[Mini Book Review]: Futility ~~

Happened to watch Titanic over the weekend (no, not the first time!). I always have felt that a movie or a book gives you different experiences when read at different times in your life! This definitely proved as one such example. The first time I had watched the movie in theater and without subtitles, I was a teenager.  Yes, I was sad for the disaster, I had cried and I was moved by the aftermath and the tragedy. I still am.  However, the depth of the characters, the dialogues of each character, the agony that each might have gone through hit me hard only this time.

Like the trend nowadays, I immediately went to Wiki to read further and thanks to Wiki, a bit of reading led me to a book “The Wreck of the Titan: Or, Futility” written by Morgan Robertson having strange eerie similarities to the sinking of Titanic. The book was published in 1898 – Titanic sailed and sank in 1912. The book features an unsinkable ship of similar specifications as that of Titanic. This fictional ship also has lesser lifeboats than the ship’s capacity, just like Titanic! The supposedly unsinkable ship “Titan” sinks in North Atlantic on a cold April night after hitting an iceberg – yes, just how “Titanic” did.

Too many of these spooky parallels – made me pick the book. I was expecting a detailed read of the sinking, however, was quite surprised that the actual sinking and the aftermath of the shipwreck was not discussed at length at all. The book takes us through the uncertainty of John Rowland’s life, one of the 13 survivors of the shipwreck, who keeps encountering situations which are too difficult to get out of. At a point, when he is too desperate, though he being an atheist, he looks up to the sky for help from whoever is up above there. Its about this man who somehow manages to moves forward as life directs him to without the possibility to even have any clear view of his own.

And oh, he is strong too, he slays a polar bear on the iceberg single handedly!  Though I couldn’t fathom what a polar bear was doing on that lonely iceberg in the mid of a vast ocean, it did give an impression that it probably was a very huge iceberg.  The one in the movie doesn’t seem too large or vast.

As a reader, you keep hoping that John’s clear conscience through these endless situations doesn’t prove futile in the end – and well, there’s a happy ending too :)

Definitely recommend the book – for the similarities and for the story too

Thursday, September 14, 2017

~~ Mommy Memoirs # 11 ~~

So, its been a while!! Day before yesterday, after the usual story telling routine in the night, I asked my daughter to tell me about anything interesting that happened through the course of her day. She shrugged and changed the subject to something else. So I prodded her more which just made her give me subtle hints about how her best friend had a princess pencil box and how it was all prettily pink. I understood that it was time for me to change the subject from a request of another pencil box (she already has 7). I began telling her about how sharing information is very important and how, I, as a child, a teen, a young adult shared everything about my day with my immediate family.
She said, “Like what, Amma? “
So, I took an example of a day where I would return from college and this is how it’d go in the first few hours after my return…
Me (entering the house) – “Ammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Amma – “In the kitchen”
I quickly would wash my hands, feet, face, change my clothes – Run to the kitchen, receive a cup of steaming hot coffee and something to munch along, comfortably sit somewhere and begin –  
Me – “You know, I was late, last one to enter the class today”
Amma – “Oh, you should iron your clothes a day early or on Sundays”
Me – “Yeah, I know, lets see, then, today,  you know, first period, blah blah blah, second period, blah blah blah, library, blah blah blah”
Amma – “Hmmmm…”
Me – “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you know, lunch time, blah blah, notes, blah blah blah, reference section, blah blah blah, LAB, blah blah blah, workshop,blah blah blah”
Amma – “Hmmmmmm….”
Well! You get the drift, don’t you? I should also add (I didn’t tell this part to my daughter) that in school and college, I was a certified nerd (I am definitely not one now), so nothing much happened in these classroom periods except for me furiously taking notes and grasping every word that the teacher or the lecturer or the professor uttered. So Amma actually would get to know during my ramblings about 8085 and 8086 microprocessors and that the antenna that we owned long back and soooooooo used to love to fiddle with for proper reception on TV is called an “Yagi-Uda” antenna etc etc. She would patiently “hmmm” and add her day’s events too in between..There’d be some interesting bits of gossip here and there too!
By the time, I finished yapping about the last period of the day, my brother would return from college, he would lazily complete washing his hands, feet, face, changing clothes and all that blah, come to kitchen, get his cup of steaming hot coffee – and I would go –
Me – “Hey, how was your day?”
He   😐
Me – “What? “
He – “It was fine”
He  😎
Me – “Oh, hmm, You know, I was late today, last one to enter the class”
and the entire saga repeats..
Yes, I know. 
And well, if dad was not at home during these 2 detailed conversations, then there would be a third sharing session too where if I miss something, my brother would sarcastically prompt me to add that information 👿 After all why should only he and Amma suffer 😛 :mrgreen:
I miss those days and if you think I have stopped it already, no, I do this drama even today. But its a “matured” toned down version of yapping. Moreover, by the time I reach home, everyone is already home and so I don’t have to repeat the same chatter multiple times (or rather Amma doesn’t have to hear the same saga multiple times a day, though she still has to bear it on a weekly basis, when I convey it to my brother).
My daughter stared at me 😯 through this whole revelation and probably felt proud that she is like her cool-uncle-who-shrugs-and-says-fine-and-no-more-explanation-is-to-be-sought-or-offered  😎
She – “Amma, why couldn’t you wait until everyone was home? Poor Amama, listened about your day 3 times!”
Me – 😳 😳 😳
I gave her some silly explanation of how I used to be so excited to share my day with my family and so I couldn’t wait until everyone was home and I gently prodded her again to tell me about her day.
She 🙄   – “I don’t remember much about today, but Amma, I will tell you about tomorrow, I definitely will”
She then reluctantly asked me
She – “Amma?”
Me -“Hmmm”
She – “So, tell me about your day?”
Me – “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”
She –  “What did you do today during your first period in office?”
Me  😯
And before I could think of what I could answer she laughed out loud 😆 and  added –
She – “Aiyooooooooooooooo Ammma, I totally forgot, for you, all periods are computer periods, isn’t it? Tell me about your computer period, Amma? Isn’t it boring to have a whole day of computer periods, Amma?”
Me – 😆 😆 😆 😆 😆 😆 😆

Saturday, September 02, 2017

~~[Contest Second Round] : Ringing Waves ~~

So, I made it to the second round of the contest. You can read the first round story here. The challenge in the second round was to write on a theme - Forget/Forgive or Recluse and timelines were given of about a week. Of course an art form to be associated along with the contest entry.  Go on read, wish me luck and most definitely let me know your thoughts!!

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Thursday, August 17, 2017

~~[Contest] : The Victory Cry !! ~~

Wrote and drew the zentangle for a contest on the topic of revival/renewal or woman in my life. The contest also required a related art form tagged to it. Do let me know your thoughts :-)

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Removed from here for my book


Associated art form.. Zentangle!






Friday, June 30, 2017

~~ Book Promotion:Free: If Only We Spoke ~~

As a "Thank YOU" for all the likes and love the book has received till now, I have initiated a promotion for running the book for FREE download in Amazon site for a day! 

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~~ Day 29: 55F: Mr & Mrs ~~

Originally written on Dec 29 2015.
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She baked a special cake, cooked his favorite meal… She beamed as he cut the spongy cake & fed her a piece….She noticed he hadn’t taken a bite… Cold meal awaited her on the lonely candle-lit table she had so painstakingly arranged… She sobbed
Happy Birthday – shrieked his friends someplace else… He beamed!

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

~~ Day 28: All that glitters is not gold ~~

Originally written on Dec 28 2015
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Appearances are deceptive! I have always known that! All that glitters is not gold, knew this as well… Most of the times, I don’t form an opinion or come to a conclusion about a person in the first meeting, I take time to form that first opinion.. I am always 50-50 on first impressions! However, though I didn’t seem to have practiced it this time, it still managed to prove the same thing all over again!!  
Our last minute planned trip that I had blogged about yesterday led us to look for available drivers(given that it was Christmas long weekend, we knew it would be tough) for the trip…As expected, none of the drivers who we already knew were available.. so we reached out to a known travel agent contact to locate one for us & he did so too, almost immediately.. It was a huge relief but little did we know what was in store for us the next day…
The next morning when the driver arrived – our deepest fears began! I feel bad for even feeling so, but the first thought that sprang to my mind was, OMG, he looks wayyyyyyyyyyyy toooooooooooo creepyyyyyyyyyyyyy! His demeanor was not that great as well.. I stole a quick glance at my mom and rolled my eyes to check if it was some kind of miscommunication,  so mom made those quick calls to the travel agent just to confirm that it was really him that the travel agent had suggested after which we handed over our car keys!  He fiddled with the car keys and once in the car, he fiddled with couple of controls as well.. basically he looked unfamiliar with the car controls..I began to panic!  We asked him if he had driven a swift or a similar model before, for which he replied in negative, but then went on to add that he owned an ambassador and so knows how to drive a car.. We were naturally confused & appalled 🙁
Now, we know the travel agent very well and he wouldn’t send any person, just like that, we were pretty sure of that….. So, even though there were red flags rising everywhere, we just said a quick prayer and went ahead with the trip!
I was literally sitting at the edge of my seat for the first 45 minutes of the drive, where he kept fiddling with the automatic car lock – controls, the AC, the rear view mirrors and what not…On the highway, when he fastened his seat belt all wrong, I got damn damn damn scared and couldn’t help but mutter another silent prayer for all of us! So much so, that I decided that come what may we are returning home after Aanegudde temple visit.
We reached Aanegudde and as we were discussing to return back, we thought why not go till Hattiangadi to see if he turns out ok.. After all, other than the fiddling with controls, his driving was not that bad.. So we gave him another chance, and well, by then, he had familiarized himself with the car controls and he turned out to be just fine.. a little eccentric, but still fine… Along the way, though we were not brave enough to initiate any small talk (which we tend to do normally with anyone else), he himself initiated conversations and told us a lot about himself, few of the stuff he shared pained us to even imagine that he had gone through so many hardships(no wonder he has turned into a creepy-first-impression fellow).. At the end, apart from the initial fear, we enjoyed the trip & even paid him more than what his expectation was!  The innocent glint at the higher income received at the end of the day was just plain visible to see even through those steely creepy eyes!
Oh, I also do want to add, of the whole trip, the one person who remained unbiased of his appearance was my daughter.. which also probably means that we adults as we grow up, along the way, due to someone or something, get conditioned to form opinions based on appearances, which is so so wrong.. As I had already mentioned in one of oldest posts, may be we become parents so we develop the habit of unlearning a few stuff, looking at how our kids behave  – Yes, we definitely grow older, but its the kids who probably make us a bit wiser! 

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

~~ Day 27: A Day Trip ~~

Originally written on Dec 27 2015.
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So, we kind of went for a day long trip along NH17 highway yesterday – This stretch covers most of the popular coastal Karnataka cities and is loaded with famous temples & beaches! The day trip was not entirely pre-planned as such – but was more of an impulse-driven-thing which we thought of only the night before!! The itinerary wasn’t planned as well, we just wanted to take a break from the normal routine and go somewhere, just anywhere!! We have been to the mentioned places a few times before, but never in THE OWN CAR 😛 🙂  So, this was a special trip, that way!
We started around 8 in the morning and reached home about the same time in the evening – covering 5 temples at  AaneguddeHattiangadiMurudeshwarShirali &  Kollur
Google the names to know more!
That's it from me today :)
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~~ Day 26: Duh to Huh! ~~

Originally written on Dec 26 2015..
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Every single moment in our life, we learn new things which then leads us into a flurry of thoughts that never existed a moment ago and this process in turn raises a new set of questions whose answers we should learn in some similar way of addressing another flurry of thoughts and viola, the loop never ends, isn’t it?
Let me consider just few moments of my TODAY –
The late latif that I have been in reading all your posts, I realized only a few moments back that Nathira who blogs used to blog in this space has left the organization this week….. I actually read her Adieu mail trigger today!!! What with the holidays and marathon posts keeping me busy, I have not been a regular blog reader this month.. So what happened next…?
" I wish I had read her post on time – I would have written a dedication post too! I should read posts on time… I should have just read that whole dedication post + poem which I so eagerly went to check but then didn’t read....Why didn’t I read it … Why? Well, I know why – First I thought its about Queen Elizabeth.. How could I forget that there is something like innovative blog post titles? Then, when I went to read the actual dedication post which came before the actual Adieu post from her, I just fled, I was scared alright, no, not because of the content of the post, which I didn’t even read (Sorry Sreedhar)! Its just that am poem-phobic & have always run away from posts which had poems..Always given prose a first preference over them.. So duh, I should have just read that dedication post..... but well, aren't Poems prose too – what if they are just words which are rhyming! Read a poem(which I actually do otherwise, even though, most of the times, I don’t understand them) for that matter, read every post like always, even when you are doing a marathon.. Marathon is not an excuse to not do something important!! Hmm.. So marathon has a side effect too…Wonder what else I have missed in this month…But yaayyyyy, these thoughts running in my mind can be my today’s post…But hey, wait, if I leave the organization someday and I say goodbye when someone else is doing a marathon… OMGGGG, what to do, they will not notice eh? There should be someway to handle this…Huh, got it.. Simple.. If ever I leave this organization, I will write a heads-up kind of good-bye type post at least a month in advance so everyone gets enough time to dedicate a good bye post for me before I actually leave!  Good idea, but OMG! OMG! OMG! What will happen to my blog space once I leave? When the soul that kept the space alive leaves, what happens to the body?? Afterlife analogy at the stroke of midnight is not good for me, divert divert divert thought process  – but OMG OMG OMG, what  if I join the organization back, would this space still be available for haunting use?  Okay, pause, before I forget amidst myriad thought processes and silly self inflicted Q & A –  let me first say what I actually wanted to say  –  "
Nathira – You will be definitely definitely missed here and I am really really sorry I missed your good-bye post 🙁

~~ Day 25: 55F - Gift from Santa ~~

Originally written on Dec 25 2015
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I cannot sleep a wink…
A tiny creak somewhere is enough for me to dash towards the tree in anticipation…
I search every little corner – no gift…
I whimper softly….
Suddenly, I hear my Santa scream – ‘Merry Christmas, Fluffffffyyyyyy!!’ 
There,  I see my new chew toy Christmas gift in her lovely little hands… Woooofffffffffffffffffff, Wooofffffffffffffffff!

~~ Day 24: Just Like That ~~

Originally written on Dec 24 2015.
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~I wrote yesterday's post after my daughter went to bed.. she woke up after few minutes looking for me and saw me furiously typing something on my laptop and drifted back to sleep.. As she woke up today morning, she saw me in the same position still typing furiously (I was filling my self appraisal document 😛 ) – She sat upright and asked me if I was still working from the night before.. Before I could reply that I had just woken up early, she rushed outside and got me a big rope.. She has done this before so I knew what she would say, but she repeated, like she always does, to use the rope for tying both the legs and hands of my reporting manager (so he/she will not be able to assign any work to me).. she always stresses that its important that I don’t forget to tie the hands, lest he/she can easily wriggle out.. and then also suggests me to run back home asap, i.e., before he/she is able to free himself and is able to assign work 😛 😛
~~ Speaking of running, didn’t 2015 just feel like a roller coaster ride with a super-slow start and then a super-fast ride! Just 7 more days to go and it will be a brand new year to look forward to! It just feels like 2015 started, may be, say yesterday and bam, its nearing an end already! What an year it was! Its now time to look back and reflect on the resolutions I/We took earlier this year!! Time to make some new or maybe just stick to the same old ones with more commitment 😛 😛
~~ Speaking of commitment, I cannot believe I have been writing every single day for 24 days!! Phew, let me tell you, its not at all an easy task – there are so many days, especially weekends and holidays, where I'd open a notepad at 10:55 PM or even later, and I stare at it as if staring will help fill it up with super-attractive posts…I revisit the entire day and think about every single thing that happened which is worth a post.. there are lots of things that look good as posts, but well, only in the mind and when the time comes to put them in writing, I still just draw a blank! It’s difficult, this marathon, well, I definitely knew it would be when I committed to it, but then, what is a challenge if it doesn’t make life difficult and interesting, isn’t it?
~~ It’s probably the first time I have delayed replying to comments on my own posts.. believe me, I am reading them and each one of them boosts my confidence to keep writing stuff every single day, there are even a few which served as writing prompts for my next post…There are a few who make sure to comment on each and every marathon post of mine, however bad it turns out to be, Speciallllllll Thanks to you guys to take time out and comment on every single post of mine..It really feels super great to see your comments and I definitely will reply to each and every one of your heartwarming encouraging words soon, till then, please do keep commenting 🙂 …
~~I also have not read many posts as well.. somehow, writing every single day has kind of managed to pile up my to-read-blog list and I hope to clear it out asap lest it goes beyond a manageable count… maybe that’s what I will add on a top priority in my new year resolution list 🙂 So, if I have not commented yet on your post, don’t you worry, I am still a loyal follower of your blogs, just like you are mine and I’ll be there for you (with an assured like and a comment), like you are there for me too 🙂 🙂 🙂
~~Oh, BTW, before I start dozing away – Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!!

~~ Day 23: This Funny Weird Thing Called Love ~~

Originally written on Dec 23 2015
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~~ A fellow blogger friend of mine asked me after reading my previous day post if there was a video of my daughter’s dance performance, how I wish I do, but I don’t, photography and videogrpahy was strictly prohibited by the school, which in a way is a good thing to do …. I am guessing the school might provide all the parents with the event dvd's & may also provide specific photos of the performance – I am not sure yet….and if they do, I will upload few pics of the performance and maybe let you guess who my kid is among the crowd 😛  I did see many parents clicking pictures/recording the performances even after repeated announcements made by the school authorities and well, for a few seconds, when I was equally overwhelmed as others, I did try to click one pic of the performance with my supposedly good (per pixel and zoom specs) phone camera, but, well, it came out really bad.. my blurred vision probably affected the phone camera too 😛
~~ Speaking of blurred vision, have you ever shed happy tears? Though I am an emotional person (I am sure, you have already figured it out from my posts so far) and I just need a small trigger to feel those invisible lumps in my throat and for my eyes to well.. one thing that had always intrigued me from a long long time was how anyone can shed tears when one is happy! There were so many movies where I would see actors & actresses shedding happy tears and I would roll my eyes and think, what the hell.. they are supposed to be happy, and yet, all they can do in this happy moment is cry?!? But, well, now I know what those happy salty tears mean and I shed them all the time, very much happily!! All that was needed was me to graduate to be a mother to understand why! BTW have you ever shed happy tears (this is not directed only to moms, everyone is welcome to answer)?? If so, I would love to know when? 
~~Ever wondered what love can make you look like? Really truly absolutely weirdly FUNNY! Yes – how else would you define, giant superman dads carrying panjimittai(cotton candy) colored Disney princess school bags, stylish ramp-walk ready moms forgetting those heels, make up and wearing comfy clothes and be there to carry Ben 10/Spiderman/batman school bags, tired grand parents carrying those water bottles and holding on to those weird balloons like their lives depended on them – and all of it with a broad funny smile plastered on their faces when they wave at their kids/grand kids performing on stage!!! (seriously, what’s with waving?)

~~ Day 22: Pursuit of Happiness ~~

Originally written on Dec 22 2015..

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I am supposedly OOO today – reason? It is my daughter’s first school annual event and I wouldn’t miss it for anything, never! Her school had ensured every kid was part of the big event and she has been selected for a dance event. She has been showing us the progress every single day from past few weeks, and we were all looking forward for the D-day!
My daughter, though at home, is quite talkative, naughty and keeps testing my patience every single day, is quite the opposite when we are outside.. She transforms into this shy, soft spoken (if at all she speaks that is) innocent child and is super chipkoo(like fevicol ka jod)…So naturally, I was quite apprehensive about her stage performance today –  what if she chickens out and just stands still, frozen in the moment –  I mean, I am not that paranoid parent who wants her kid to perform, no matter what, no, I am definitely not that and I was okay with whatever happens, after all, its her first time on the stage.. I just wanted this to be a happy experience for her.. I wanted her to enjoy it to the fullest!
As she kept showing us those new steps enthusiastically every single day(we didnt know the song for quite some time, so, she would dance without any song playing), we could see she was enjoying every bit of it! There are a lot of those times when we both mindlessly dance to whichever song plays on TV, and so when she learnt this one from school, she made sure she taught me her steps..(is this the right time to say that I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to dance… I have taken part in almost every single event of my school days, the interest dwindled in college though, taken part in every single dance competition in school and won a lot as well – oops, guess, I have forgotten being humble 😛 )…but somewhere deep within me, considering how she behaves when she is not with her daily-set-of-people, I had this fear of what would happen on D-Day!
Finally, today, as I dressed her up in the morning with the dance costume and applied light makeup and asked her to do her best and most importantly enjoy dancing, she smiled, quickly gave me a peck on my cheek and re-confirmed if I would be there to watch her performance ..  🙂
Hers was the 5th performance of the day and as the song started, there she was, amidst probably 25 kids, smiling broadly, dancing happilly, enjoying every bit of what she was doing on the stage! Almost all the kids in her class were in that performance, she was visible only now and then, when they were swapping places with the boys or if a bunch of them had to come center stage for few steps…but that didn’t stop her from making the most of the experience..she danced for herself and enjoyed it and I could see, she was genuinely HAPPY, completely CONFIDENT and smiling like I have never seen her smiling when I am not around… There was this few seconds, when she had to come to the center stage, and there she was with a cute broad smile and super cute walk, dancing like there was no one watching, enjoying the limelight… and that was the moment, my eyes welled and well, I actually didn’t see what she did center stage as stupid emotions took over and blurred my vision…
Amidst all the tears and the happiness, looking at my daughter glowing in her performance, I learnt something very basic - no matter where you stand in the crowd, no matter from where you perform, no matter if the right people watch you perform or not – If you do what you love , if you will to do it with all your passion, if you do it for yourself & at the same time, enjoy what you do – you will definitely be filled with genuine happiness from within! And instead of how kids do it naturally, instead of looking for happiness within, we adults, still search for it everywhere else!