Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
I had waited for the dawn to come for long;
One little wrong word and too much veracity
Had killed this free spirit too early.
Thirst for knowledge and love of life lost,
The soul had shrunk as if pickled in brine
And lost its freedom, its love for life,
Become like an empty vessel thrown in mud.
Now you have brought so many joys and smiles,
You have changed the face of this terrain,
With your dash of luck you sail forward
Taking us both in your pleasant stride.
If I had not known this darkness, my dear,
I'd have never known the value of your smile.
- You get a lot of pleasure out of reading something good that you have written
- You enjoy the opportunity for self-expression
- You achieve new insights through your writing
- You derive satisfaction from expressing yourself clearly and eloquently
- You feel relaxed when writing
- You like to play with words
- You enjoy becoming involved with ideas, characters, events, and images in your writing.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Someday, I would like to gather all my gains and losses, inheritance of words as well as silences and create new music out of them, blending words of joy and love and pain and everything into a perfect little potpourri just like life.But such a perfect day, when perfect thoughts melt into perfect words is yet to be.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
May your tiny, rosy, tender, toes learn to love the touch of earth,
May you know the night and the sunshine,
May you know your own darkness and light
May you hear the music of rain pitter-pattering on the roof,
May you believe in fairy-tales and epics, dreams and God,
May your eyes, bright and wild shine with laughter as kisses rain on you.
May you touch the tender velvet of flowers,
May you learn simplicity with grace,
May you bask in the beauty of your own souls.
May you learn to love the word and use it to heal all wounds,
May your light shine in our lives and make it lovelier than before,
May you love God as lovingly as you love your father.
May you spread the joy of life in everyone you commune with,
May your eyes be deep and discerning to know the world around you,
May your laughter and smiles be the sunshine in our homes,
May Lord bless you in every step, every dream, every moment of your life,
May you learn the art of transforming thoughts into action.
May you connect with goodness in every dimension,
May you love knowledge and use it with wisdom and serve.
May your heart be lifted by simple joys,
May you sing cheerfully and dance to the music,
May you heart be filled with love for God and others,
May you accept all blessings with gratitude,
May you value time and its passage.
May your thoughts flow in a clear stream of purity,
May you face the world with courage and love,
May your presence be a delight, your love a guide,
May you see change as a rule of life,
May you recognise the good in the rude and the shrewd in the nice.
May the fire of love burn bright in your heart,
May your dreams touch the sky,
May you heart bounce with joy at the sight of a bright blue sky,
May your soul move in unison with the winds, the waves and the orbits of planets,
May your being listen to sweet music sung by the tender moonlit night.
May you live by your own thoughts and dreams,
May you see the inner light in another's eyes,
May you trust in Providence for helping you every moment,
May you love beauty and create for yourself a beautiful life,
May the memory of lullabies bring comfort later in life.
May you value the lessons of life; its sudden turns and tides,
May the seasons teach you lessons of life,
May nature teach you the symbols and signs,
May spring bring you fresh flowers of joy,
May summer teach you courage and endurance,
May autumn talk with you about moving on,
May winter tell you hidden secrets of rebirth.
May you protect the earth from destruction and contamination,
May your life be spotless and pure, may your actions be wise and guided,
May your heart swirl in joy and weep in pain,
May you be courageous enough to weep and show your affection.
May you be kind, considerate, truthful and loyal in your dealings.
May you know life as a tough race as well as a beautiful day in the woods,
May you know its calm flow as well as its torrents,
May you learn the paradoxes and extremes,and find your own balance,
May you use humour to takethe dreariness out of tough times,
May you learn to love deeply, purely and passionately,
May you know our own strengths and weaknesses and strive to see them in balance,
May you learn what to love and what to hate,
What to choose and what to discard,
May you read with a smile all the blessings that a fond soul wishes for you!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Make your own bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of the trumpet.Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, June 14, 2010
I remember reading a tribute to OV Vijayan in an English daily. It narrated a story about his attempts to write a novel in English. Being an MA in English, it should have been an easy job for him; but once he started writing, he understood that his hand was blocked and that he couldn't write with flow. So he tried his mother-tongue and we have the historical Khasakinte Ithihasam. This anecdote stayed in my memory, because at that time, I was an MA student, eager and enthusiastic to devour whatever literary trivia that came my way. Now, five years later, I find that I'm still enthusiastic about writers and their idiosyncrasies.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
My soul you are; my child,
My baby fluttering inside.
My days are full of longing,
Dreams of being your mom.
You were a dream before;
Now waiting at my door.
What bundle of surprises,
Wisdom, virtues and vices.
What a bond will ours be?
I wait for time to tell me.
Unborn child, my little one,
Teach me again how to love.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Berthold Auerbach
While tears fill my eyes, as I think of a life gone by,
For I knew you never were mine; but another's
Yet this foolish heart worshipped you like a God.
You were the one whom my heart searched for years,
But when I loved you, it was only existing in my fantasy;
For it was not your fault that this love could never be;
Only mine that I knew it well and loved you more for it.
It was my own folly that made me love you so much,
To wreck all chances of happiness in your name,
Then wander in strange places looking for your face,
And write songs about you read by strange eyes.
A snatch of a song can be paused and played
And I wish I could do the same with you as well.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Who hates to cuss
And be cussed,
or even a single word
that flies from anger.
But there's a mind,
a little thwarted
a little violent
Who loves to break
on such days,my mind
Breaks out of silence,
thrashes the opponent
with bitter words
a little remorse felt,
but more satisfaction
at raised eyebrows
that show surprise
and a little awe.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
Mary had a little lamb, a little toast, a little jam, a little pizza and some cake,
some French fries, and a chocolate shake, a little burger on a bun.
And that's why Mary weighs a ton. :-)
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Lost narrates the stories of 40 odd survivors of the Oceanic Flight 815 who are stranded on an island. There are special narrative techniques; flashes of time travel, where the characters move back and forth in time.Though parts of the story are ambiguous, the series surely is an interesting piece of science fiction.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Generosity Vision Ease Dignity Enrichment
Ripple Momentum Power Harmony Empathy
Knowledge Neoteny Celebrate Do-It-Yourself Adventure
Change Passion Magnetize Confidence Technology
This project also provokes you to come up with a word for 2010. I'd say, EQUANIMITY. What's yours?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Usually, I get attached to anything and everything and try to cure my nature by remaining or appearing as cold and unattached.
There were times before this when leaving a work place made me so sad that I couldn't talk for days together and will not call anybody. Not to make calls when you know that you miss them and they miss you as well. This time, however I plunged into the farewell with a difference.
Morning my first hour on Aristotle was spent on "Tragedy" and its classic definition. It was complete teaching time as if we had no time to waste. The next hour was spent in student presentations with the same principle in mind. But the surprise came when a student handed over a carefully gift-wrapped parcel.
First, I was astounded and put it down on the table after muttering a "Thank you". Then, I realised what a fool I'm remembering all the times when I've also missed unwrapping a gift. So, I unwrapped the parcel to see a beautiful Ravi Varma Painting of a woman with a bowl of fruits. It was quite unexpected and then I understood that learning Oscar Wilde and his 'Importance of Being Earnest' together brought us closer to one another.
Then after sometime, I realised that the teachers in my staffroom were throwing a surprise party (with sweets and specials). This was another unexpected blessing that made me realise how loving somebody is (for every noble gesture is an idea in the mind of a woman ;-).During the party, everybody said good words about me and I was moved by their kindness. Some of them even asked me to return next year for the next academic session.
This farewell was a heartwarming experience; for once I reached home, I felt as if I had left something precious at college. But the saddest part is that I feel shy of going back even for a day because everybody has bid adieu already and I feel conscious of that! Still I have made calls to my colleagues and plan of visiting college to finish some unfinished businesses.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
For who can feel free or breathe in the presence of the those who are made senseless by the power and the glory of their past, which they claim is brighter than what they had really known. Whatever that be, when words do come, they all carry within them a tinge of bitter loneliness.
Peace and silence are hard-earned lessons; so is a smile or a cheering word. Still, I count my blessings in these days of silence and understand that this too will pass, like all the other days before it. Moreover, you are a newly found joy; one who loves without asking anything in return, whose heart is filled with longing and love and one who awaits my words with eagerness.
Love begets love; so the wise sages have said. So wait for these days of madness be over and I can come back to you for more pleasant days of togetherness.
Monday, January 25, 2010
If you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer. It means you are so busy keeping one eye on the commercial market, or one ear peeled for the avante-garde coterie, that you are not being yourself. You don't even know yourself. For the first thing a writer should be is-excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigour, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it'd be better for his health.RAY BRADBURY
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The ice-cold fingers of the full moon,
Could seep through the windowpanes
And caress this small self that moved
Across the state on a large vehicle.
The city lights shone in the distance,
Ships and islands glittered in my view,
While I sat in the bus dreaming of you,
And thought the moon followed my path.
The journey was unpleasant and sad,
To see if life could change from despair,
But wherever I went, the full moon shone,
In a life that was spent in your dreams.
In those times, you were like a deity,
Whom I worshipped night and day.
Friday, January 22, 2010
For a few months, I was working as a lecturer in a college. Though temporary, it was my second stint as a teacher for students at the college level. The first stint was very unpleasant and had made me very bitter and comically venomous towards teaching at colleges in general though the fault lay in my mind, which was so unfocused and fatally in love.
But this second time was different. It was only few months but the best time of my life in my opinion. A city college with not many amenities but the basic ones and students coming from poor backgrounds, it was not easy to win hearts as a teacher.
When I leave the campus in a few days, I know that I have not made a revolutionary change in the "Englishes" of my students but I know for sure that I have made at least a small difference in their grades.
Now, I'm leaving a job after making my students ( at least my Drama class students) and the teachers in the staff room LIKE me incredibly.This second chance for me at least meant that I could shed many of my stupid notions and negative emotions as well as my own lack of confidence in my teaching abilities gained as an after-effect of my first stint.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Once it was burning the midnight oil,
Going over thick books and big ideas.
Now, times have changed, so have I,
With my mind no longer ready to read.
Though dark nights are back again,
Heavy with despair and old grief,
Over life lost to this crumbling
Of all existing personal barriers.
I wish it was easy to build again,
A shell of comfort and silence,
Read myself to that forgetfulness,
That came with books and ideas.
But this mind, once a clean page,
Cannot now hold wisdom of ages.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
- Journal-Serious and Trivial
- Goodbye Again
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Remains to this day, a faraway dream;
For once there were flavours dreamt
To be set before your taste-buds.
Strangely, I have lost that magic wand,
To turn anything into appealing dishes,
Instead I have lost you and my dream,
To an inertia that loves only the self.
Now no longer the magic appeals,
To the ones who matter the most,
No feathers are seen in my cap,
To display proudly my secret skill.
You cook and call me a beginner,
While I sit and smile ironically.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
This week, I'm on such a reading spree and I have got writing assignment on new topics that might have created this curiosity. Well, let's see what writing comes out of this love of words and ideas.
Friday, January 08, 2010
Finally, there is this habit of mine to pour out my true feelings and emotions on to paper. For me, that is my remedy for stress and tension and bottling up emotions. But it somehow backfires when I forget to lock my diary up and leaves it right in front of my family with whom I might have fought and wrote venomously. So no causing scandals this year.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Some serious, some trivial, some mixed like life,
All gathered from the same rambling mind,
Which has loved to dream, to love and to lose.
The serious thoughts were all about your loss
A vacuum that I have never been able to fill,
A turning point from the fact that I was loved,
Into a world full of options and crossroads.
The trivial thoughts were all written in joy,
A bundle of words on a beautiful morning,
When the fresh air and bright blue sky
Was more than enough to make me high.
But the best was always the mixed ones,
Not too sad or happy; just real like today's.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
- Murasaki Shikibu, The Tale of Genji
- Author unknown, The Saga of the People of Laxardal
- Snorri Sturluson, Egil's Saga
- Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron
- Marguerite de Navarre, The Heptameron
- Anonymous, Lazarillo de Tormes
- Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote, vols. 1 and 2
- Madame de Lafayette, The Princess of Cleves
- Aphra Behn, Oroonoko
- Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe, Roxana
- Samuel Richardson, Pamela
- Henry Fielding, The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
- Charlotte Lennox, The Female Quixote
- Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman
- Voltaire, Candide
- Tobias Smollett, The Expedition of Humphry Clinker
- Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons Dangereuses
- The Marquis de Sade, Justine
- Sir Walter Scott, The Tale of Old Mortality, The Bride of the Lammermoor
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
- Jane Austen, Persuasion
- James Hogg, The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner
- Stendhal, The Red and the Black
- Nicolai Gogol, Taras Bulba
- Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
- Honore de Balzac, Cousin Pons and Cousin Bette
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
- William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair
- Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, or the Whale
- Nathaniel Hawthorne,The House of the Seven Gables
- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
- Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White, The Moonstone
- Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
- Emile Zola, Therese Raquin
- Anthony Trollope, The Last Chronicle of Barset , The Eustace Diamonds
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot
- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
- George Eliot, Middlemarch
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
- Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady , The Awkward Age
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
- Bram Stoker, Dracula
- Kate Chopin, The Awakening
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
- Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
- Max Beerbohm, The Illustrated Zuleika Dobson, or an Oxford Love Story
- Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier
- Sinclair Lewis, Main Street
- Sigrid Undset, Kristin Lavransdatter, volume I, The Wreath
- James Joyce, Ulysses
- Italo Svevo, Zeno's Conscience
- E.M. Forster, A Passage to India
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
- Franz Kafka, The Trial
- Hermann Broch, The Sleepwalkers
- Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
- D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
- William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
- Robert Musil, The Man without Qualities, volume 1
- Mikhail Sholokhov, And Quiet flows the Don
- Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
- Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart
- P.G. Wodehouse, The Return of Jeeves, Bertie Wooster Sees it Through, Spring Fever, The Butler Did It
- T.H. White, The Once and Future King
- Christina Stead, The Man Who Loved Children
- Junichiro Tanizaki, The Makioka Sisters
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
- Rebecca West, The Fountain Overflows
- Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate and Don't Tell Alfred
- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
- Jetta Carleton, The Moonflower Vine
- Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
- Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
- John Gardner, Grendel
- Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women
- Naguib Mahfouz, The Harafish
- Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea
- David Lodge, How Far Can You Go?
- Muriel Spark, Loitering With Intent
- Anne Tyler, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant
- Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
- Jamaica Kincaid, Annie John
- J.M. Coetzee, Foe
- Toni Morrison, Beloved
- A.S. Byatt, Possession
- Nicholson Baker, Vox
- Garrison Keillor, WLT: A Radio Romance
- Kate Atkinson, Behind the Scenes at the Museum
- Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
- Francine Prose, Guided Tours of Hell
- Chang-rae Lee, A Gesture Life
- Arnost Lustig, Lovely Green Eyes
- Zadie Smith, White Teeth
- John Updike, The Complete Henry Bech
- Ian McEwan, Atonement
- Jennifer Egan, Look at Me
Monday, January 04, 2010
For you were always there besides the River Green,
Looking at my small and big steps with lots of pride
For all these long years from early childhood.
Now you are like a child with a weak heart and mind,
That trembles and forgets who you really represent,
Still in your shaky voice heard over the distance,
I hear the same pride that I have heard before.
You taught me my first words and the first songs
You sang in that hoarse voice, your many boatsongs,
That later formed the wild rhythm of musicless songs
Written in a language you have forgotten to understand.
Now, all you know is a strange language of goodbyes
That makes my heart tremble and grow old so early.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
I am the taste of pure water and the radiance of the sun and moon. I am the sacred word and the sound heard in air, and the courage of human beings. I am the sweet fragrance in the earth and the radiance of fire; I am the life in every creature and the striving of the spiritual aspirant.
The Bhagavat Gita
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