The Jack of All Trades

Hey guys, its been really long since I fought the biggest hindrance in a blogger's life-laziness-and wrote anything. But then the mere thought of y'all forgetting me was so overwhelming that I decided to say hello, at least! Now you must be wondering what I have been doing all this while...well, other than fighting laziness, of course.....(although, its not totally untrue to say I haven't wondered the same myself....really...what HAVE I been doing?).....although its always easy to escape to the most rehearsed answer, working, of course!
But today, I felt this inexplicable need to share my thoughts....not that I haven't felt the need to share my thoughts during my 'lazy break', but today I decided to make time and actually share my thoughts....( a positive sign, surely...)
Now, while I have been away from you guys...well, I have done quite a few things actually
...tried my hand at experiments involving cooking, baking (some stuff turned out really well, and was gone within a few hrs time...while some of it ended up making my dustbin smell like a bakery on fire!)....I also have been busy reading (though not always writing) and spent time travelling and meeting new people (well some old people too)......so may be now I can start writing about all these wonderful experiences.....don't worry, don't panic, am not going to give you step by step instructions on the recipes I succeeded at, nor am I going to convert my posts into travel posts, or book reviews....am only warming up today so that I can be back with a bang! (and hopefully get an idea for my new post soon).....
During my prolonged break from writing, I have seen a lot of my friends try their hands at different things some started food blogs, some started websites dedicated to arts, crafts n such, some haven't gone all the way yet, but have started making their own experiments and putting them up on our very own showcase...Facebook!.....but for me, every time the question came as to what specific subject should I (if I should) dedicate my posts to.....well I was always at a loss....In one of my favorite movies, the protagonist says, (and this is a translation)" How do men spend their entire life with one woman, I fail to understand....I don't think I can ever do that...how can I? Some have beautiful eyes... some have beautiful lips....." (Today being his birthday, I just had to quote him!!)
Well, I find myself in the same position....every time I decide to dedicate my posts to a particular subject, I find something else more interesting, and then I just have to talk about it!
So finally, after much deliberation, I have decided, that my posts are about me, not a particular part of me....so then they can be as varied (and as whimsical) as I can ever be!!
So welcome once again to my blog ladies and gentlemen!.......Fasten your seat belts......sit back and enjoy your ride...........!!!

A Break In The Pattern

The train stops. She looks around. It is a big station, large and open, nothing like the big city railway stations that she has seen. This station is surrounded by lush greenery as far as the eye can see. There is a chill in the air. And a sense of belonging. She breathes it in, deeply. She walks towards the end of the platform to the foot-overbridge that will take her out of the station. A few taxis and auto rickshaws are lined up near the exit, and she hires one at random. The driver helps her stow her one bag near her feet, while she sits to one side of the wide seat, as if she is sharing space with someone. Because she is used to taking up only so much space – always in a corner, trying not to make her presence felt. Now as she thinks this, she moves a little towards the centre of the seat, as if to affirm to herself that she is now travelling all by herself, for the first time in her life. You wouldn’t really know it now, to look at her, but she is scared out of h...

The Past That Binds...

The sound of the raindrops hitting the window panes in a quiet residential part of a small town is so different from that in a big city. That is the thought in her mind now, as she looks out of her kitchen window. The trees around her property are thick and dark as they stand drenched in the heavy downpour. It is the second day in a row that heavy rains continue to lash their area. She has heard in the morning on the radio that the rain will continue for a couple more days. It is good, she thinks, that she has just picked up her groceries, having moved in only a few days ago. From the small gap in the trees, she can see across to the blue-walled house, just as she could see as a child. It is drenched too. The creepers outside its kitchen wall making a brave attempt at holding on through the heavy downpour. She can see its kitchen window clearly from here. How amazing, she thinks, how few things change over a period of time, although everything is chan...

What Begins, Must End…

After three days of near continuous rain, today has dawned bright and glorious. The sun shines gently on the rain-washed, still dewy trees, and the birds sing a beautiful melody to welcome a brand new day. She sits on a rocker on the porch with a cup of coffee. In her lap is a book she has borrowed from the local library. But her mind is on the phone call she had with her daughter last night. Her confident, independent daughter, who is far, far away in another country. Her daughter, a doctor, who, at almost seven months pregnant, worries all the time about her mother. Which is why the girl has arranged to have a landline connection and a Wi-Fi connection installed here and sent her a smartphone. ‘I want to be able to talk to you anytime I want,’ her daughter says; ‘face to face’ . Krishna is not much used to technology. But their calls make her daughter worry less; and in her present state, she wants her daughter to worry as less as possible. For what it’s worth, h...

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