When R K Narayan said, writing is like a yoga, I suppose he didn’t quite envision the exact pose in which inspiration would strike. For me, it seems to be in the Shavasana(sleeping or corpse) pose. Take Saturday night for instance. I had mooned about the hills early in the am. Happy cows, and cheeky … Continue reading “Snail Tales”
California is bursting with beauty in Spring. Sometimes, the beauty is unimaginable in the literal sense of the world. When I close my eyes at night, I see upon my mind’s eye the flowers rushing to bloom, and the leaves sprouting etc, but reality is much better. Hope is stirring, and I feel a great … Continue reading “Sunny Side Up”
The sun was up briskly rousing all of nature’s non-nocturnal creatures to rise and shine. I opened my eyes – the sun had nudged me half heartedly wondering whether I was to be classified as nocturnal or non-nocturnal that beautiful Sunday morning. I had after all spent a good part of the night reading several … Continue reading “The Noble Accolades”
I hovered near the bookshelf – like a child hovering around the glass-pane of the candy store, Looking for that perfect piece of sweet : something familiar, good and a slight twist to wake up your cells every time. It has been a long and stern day filled with purposeful adults, all filled to the … Continue reading “Teacher Appreciation Week”
I was telling the husband casually about a friend of mine. “She is thinking of taking up primary school teaching.” “Huh?! Really?” said the son, his ears twiddling, for the news interested him. He loved this particular aunt. “Well – maybe I should tell her the best grades to teach then!” said he. “What do … Continue reading “Teachable Moments”
I often have the privilege of reading books that require re-reading, thinking passively about the book every now and then, and then re-open and rekindle the feelings of the first reading, thereby making it a layered experience. Every once in a while, I find myself in the extremely fortunate position of having read several such … Continue reading “In the Land of Dreams”
I often feel this way after some heavy reading, or hard periods of news activity. Frazzled, taut if you know what I mean. On edge. One fine day, a voice in the upturned cauldron piped up and said, “Look, I know you mean well, and all that, but the old brain is not quite suited … Continue reading “Refection on Reflection”
I waltzed in to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art thinking my usual self should do. It didn’t do. It pursed already thin lips and drew in breaths that should have been released. So, here is a tip: Before you head into a museum, prepare to put on a face that reminds you of … Continue reading “The Artistic Touch”
California has many things to offer: it is home to sprawling deserts, cold beaches, misty forests, rainy fogs, snowy stretches, marvelous lakes, fast flowing rivers, and so much more. It is one of the reasons why we had neglected the Hearst Castle in San Simeon California for this long. Every time some one asked us … Continue reading “When Humor Jumped In Neptune’s Pool”
This post of mine was published in The Hindu dated 15th June, titled Undistilled Wodehouse I was reading a short story by P.G.Wodehouse on the train. These are the times when I most mistaken for a lunatic. My seat shudders with unconcealed mirth. I giggle, laugh and sometimes wipe away tears of laughter, while the world … Continue reading “Do Not Hate In The Plural”
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