Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
Manu walked along the river side just like every other day. "When will I see you my dear Hari? I search for you every day. I walk along the river and offer my prayers to you. I think about nothing but you all day. Still, you have not blessed me with the sight of you. When will I get to see you? All I want to do is see your lotus feet and look up from my namaskara and see the love you have for me and all the creatures in your eyes. I want to drown in them and I want to become one with you. Bless me my dear Narayana. Please come for me. I am waiting like I always have been" This was the prayer that played over and over in his head throughout the day.
There were people in the shore, walking hurriedly towards whatever tasks they had in mind. A few spoke amongst themselves, enlightening the new comers about the man walking all alone, dressed in minimal clothing, preoccupied about something and still looking calm. "That is Manu, the rishi who follows the scriptures and is supposed to be wise and just. Just look at him pray like there is nothing better to do"
Friday, March 20, 2015
So today we gave cyber away. I felt very sad to see him go. He'd become a part of my life so effortlessly. The way he used to demand attention, how much he loved being petted and scratched and how he won over our two devils. So many small things that make me nostalgic. I am already missing him. But I'm happy he's gone to a place where hell be loved.
The maid who worked in the same house he used to be earlier, took him to her place. It is funny that somebody who has so little is ready to give so much love and comfort to another soul that needs it and somebody who has so much doesn't have the intent or the interest. I wonder if they'd have given him away so easily if cybie was a so called breed. I don't want to go down the road of moralizing behavior because there'll be no coming back from that path. I'll be happy that I got a chance to hold him and watch him grow.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Our tour of Munnar started and the flower show was our first stop. The sheer variety of the flowers and the beauty of the place was mesmerizing. Our next destination was the dam. We got in all energized and the vehicle refused to start. Five people pushed the car and still, nothing happened.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
I wrote around 15k words. Matsya is almost done. I've to rewrite the last chapter and I wonder where it's going to take me. I loved the experience and the joy I felt when I wrote. I was delighted to be able to create and I see a world of opportunities for myself.
I'm going to try and find an illustrator. Its going to be fun. The fun has just begun.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015
That my dears is the working title of my novella/short story. I've written 5800 words of the story today and I am continuing to write like I am possessed. I got the idea in the beach yesterday. I was thinking about Pratchett's death and watching a dog play with the waves when this idea stuck. It might never see the light of the day but I wanted to remember how I got the idea. I'm super excited. :)
And I owe the time I spent writing to the hartal in Kerala which made us drop our munnar plans today. God sure works in strange ways. Lol.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
This is part of the book we are writing together. A he says, she says type one. We havent named it yet. I am still not done writing my part. But these are the first few lines (right now) of the book
"Naina, come lets go cycling." My younger sister called out, all set to go cycling. She had just changed out of our school uniform and stood outside the gate with the brand new cycle we had got.
"Have you finished your homework?"
"No. I have all evening, I will come back and do it."
"I haven't finished homework yet. I will come after that."
"You will not come. After homework, you will sit and read something. I am going to ask Amma to come with me instead"
My mom rather than correct my irresponsible sister, got all geared up to go cycling with her. Her argument, she loved cycling and she was the one who had taught us how to cycle. It was cruelty to deny a kid the pleasure of cycling. She was glad to accompany my sister.
We are the KNOW-IT-ALLa
Monday, March 09, 2015
The nut cases trying to play with him:
Sunday, March 01, 2015
I like to think that when we start getting careless when good things happen to us, something is going to go wrong. Firstly because we are not noticing it and secondly because when there are other people involved, if someone has an evil eye, they will make it a point to spoil things for us and thirdly, our own actions which weren't that good in the past, come back to haunt us.
I have seen the evil in people. I have seen how ready some are to stoop to the lowest levels. It is not so difficult to extend that idea to what an evil eye can do. I trust in the goodness and wonder in all of us so I am not very petrified of all that can go wrong.
I can just pray, be careful and be very humble. Humble and thankful for all that god has given me.