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വരയനെ വരച്ചപ്പോള്‍ (When the Artist became the subject)

പ്രിയ അനിയന്‍ റിയാസിനെ വരച്ചപ്പോള്‍ - നല്ലൊരു കലാകാരനായ റിയാസിന്റെ വരകള്‍ ദാ ഇവിടെ കാണാം  A drawing of dear brother Riyas . Riyas is a highly talented artist and blogger. Take a look at his drawings and blogs here 

Parenting

As a parent, I cannot help being disturbed when I hear about some unfortunate incidents. These days the news of children committing suicide is on the increase. Every time I come across such news, this question pops up in my mind - what ails our children? Alternatively, is it the parents who are to be blamed?  Let me share with you a couple of incidents here - both are real incidents, but I have tweaked the circumstances/details a little bit, so that the identity of the people are not revealed.  I was returning home after purchasing some vegetables and groceries when I saw a paper lying in the elevator. I do not know what tempted me to pick up the piece of paper. May be it felt so out of place in the normally spic and span elevator that I picked it up. As I opened the paper to glance through it, I was thinking that someone dropped his or her grocery list or some other lists. However, as I read the content, I started to panic - Dear Papa, I am fed up of this lif

Good Bye!

I winced in agony As I walked away,  For I knew your eyes And heart will refuse; That they are broken, In my expectation... But, I have no way Than to walk away To spare you the misery Of unfulfilled piety The heartache of loss The distress of loneliness... Cry, for now, you may  Soon you'll forget my way; In that hope I walk away To save you from agony... To help you let go now, And lead life anew. Life is but a short journey Which has to end hastily, In my heart I hold you  Closer than any I know. Shed not a tear for me, As my path is before me!  Picture Courtesy: Google Images

If Only.....

If only I could read what is in your mind, I could either cry in sorrow or happiness... If only you could say those magic words, I could let the whole world know the news This silence is killing me from within I know my life has changed, if anything... Having met you and fallen in love with you I discovered a host of possibilities anew Now if you will leave me here stranded Life would turn a journey hard to be lived My dreams and life, I weaved around you Will be meaningless and shallow without you If only I know how to spend these days In anticipation of your unsaid answers Life would have been simpler and beautiful With you beside me, everything's plentiful Now, speak your mind and spare me this agony Come to me and hold me in your arms honey; Whisper those sweet little words to me Let us discover a new world of you and me... Picture Courtesy: Google Images

Flooding Thoughts

I had been struggling against many odds - there was mountainous work to tackle, many pending chores, some friends asking me to help them with some small write-ups and what not! Having tried my best to get everything done at once, I discovered that I am no super woman to do them all. As that wisdom dawned, I set about finishing the tasks one by one... It was during one of the breaks (more frequent than work, I must confess) that I watched in horror the extent of devastation by floodwaters in Northern India. Though I was born and brought up in the southern part of the country and has spent most of my lifetime here, I have had the good fortune of spending a few years up north as well. So, as my fellow Malayalis were actively discussing the 'solar issues' (for the uninitiated, it is a scam that has created more heat in Kerala than even the sun could in this monsoon season!), I couldn't help worrying more about my compatriots who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the

Take Me Back...

I wish to travel back in time Into the childhood of mine When life was a peachy ride Of many many a joyous tide. Take me back once again To the wonderful reign Of innocence and love,  Unbridled, and on the move... Oh! how I wish to turn A toddler once again And rest my head gently On my mother's lap lovely.. As I feel the warmth of her touch I would feel pure love, as such  And there I would remain forever As if life has not moved ahead ever!!! Precious are the moments of past; As I look back, I feel lost! For, Life has given me everything But not the joy of my naive being! Take me back yet again Into the colourful lanes of teen; Let me live my life once more In the rainbow filled times of yore.... Picture courtesy: Google Images

Cownomics

Kerala society was an agrarian society till recently. The paddy fields, the coconut groves, the river, sea and other water bodies were integral part of the lives here. Another significant part, though not a direct one in many cases, was played by the cow. Cow? You may ask. Yes sir, the humble cow (and the bull). So, what is the big role of this ordinary animal in our lives, one might wonder! To start with, the cow gives us milk (someone recently said - no it doesn't we have to extract it; which is technically right, but let’s not get into that right now). Now, in spite of the White Revolution and the Operation Flood, pure milk is something hard to come across. As the cow sheds have disappeared from the house compounds, so has the accessibility to pure milk. And those who are used to drinking fresh milk, right from their own farm, finds it hard to adjust when even litres of milk don't suffice where a few glasses would have been enough for the entire family's need

Take a break, Will you???

Very often in life, doing something for the sake of it takes the fun out of it - blogging is no different. Now, I am not for a moment suggesting that I am fed up of blogging or am not enjoying writing in my blogs... What prompted me to make such a statement is what I read in some other blogs. Now, what did those blogs contain to make me feel like this? Well, that is the gist of this post. There was (rather, is) this blogger with a good command over language, who used to write on different topics. Whenever I read those posts, I used to find something unique in them. The thoughts came along with ingenuity and sincerity. One could feel that the author has poured his soul out and the joy of writing too reflected in those lines... Even when the posts were sometimes about nothing in particular, it used to exude a certain degree of freshness. But now when I read the same blogger, I find that the person has lost it... Gone is the way with words, the freshness and the sincerity... Every

For the newbies - some tips on blogging

First and foremost, this is not about how to write a blog. I am of the opinion that one should write according to one's own style and language, should not imitate anyone else. Each writer has a unique style and his /her aim should be to continuously nurture it.  The other day I happened to come across a comment on Facebook. A blogger had written that nobody reads him and so he has lost interest in writing. The first question that came to my mind was: 'why should I read you?’. I checked the blog of that person and found nothing much interesting (as far as I am concerned) in the few posts that I read. I would probably not return to that blog again because of the feeling that there is nothing in it for me.  I had, in fact, written such a response to that person - but then deleted it; I did not want to hurt his feelings. And it got me thinking. The result is this post. Though I am not a veteran or an acclaimed blogger, here I am trying to highlight some tricks of the