Sunday, December 23, 2012

Thanks for the Liebster Award

Deana from “My thoughts on thesubject are as follows” has sent me this beautiful present - The Liebster award. I cannot put it in words how pleased I am (read my blog is) to have received an award. The blog has made a humble beginning towards a journey of many more miles. I am truly overwhelmed and honored with this love showered on my blog.

Having made my “thank you speech”, I will now receive this award, share some facts, answer some questions and nominate other blogs that I think are worthy recipients of this award.

Sharing facts:
Fact 1 – I prefer my mother’s cooking to all others.
Fact 2 – I love reading, mostly fictions.
Fact 3 – I love knitting and crocheting.
Fact 4 – I can’t drive, not even ride a bicycle.
Fact 5 – I am dead scared of lizards.
Fact 6 – I was/am Phantom, Mandrake, Jeanie, Bewitched, Different strokes, Small wonder and Cullen family addict.
Fact 7 – I am attracted to bracelets and anklets. At one point I boasted of a bracelet collection where I could wear them once a month without repeating.
Fact 8 – I prefer winters to summers, mainly because I love winter clothes.
Fact 9 – When it comes to shopping, I can’t resist buying jackets.
Fact 10 – I am a little short tempered. Ok. More than a little.
Fact 11 – Amidst job hunting, I am enjoying my home tutoring and writing exercises.

Now over to answering the questions:
1. What is the best advice you have ever been given?
Thank you is the best prayer.
2. If tomorrow was your last day, what would you do?
Nothing special.
3. How old were you when you first truly felt love?
Culprit question that delayed this thank you post. I did not want to delay indefinitely so I gave up and wrote the rest of the post instead.
4. What is your favorite holiday and why?
Diwali, i like the holes in the darkness that are supposed to light up our lives.
5. Do you believe in Karma and why?
I am not sure if I do. But I do believe in action and it having an equal and opposite reaction.
6. What does this nomination mean to you?
An honor. I feel so grateful for this nomination. The support, the appreciation, the love that I have received is truly priceless.
7. If you could spend the day with 1 person, past or present, who would it be?
My maternal grandmother.
8. What do you like most about yourself?
9. What do you like least about yourself?
My short temper.
10. Why do you write?
Because I know no other creativity that helps me express my self.
11. What do you miss most about your childhood?
Many things, carefree life would top them all.

Nominating some blogs:

They will have to post eleven facts about themselves.
Answer the questions that the tagger has set for them.
Choose eleven people with fewer  than 200 followers 
Go over to their page and tell them about the win
And no tag backs.

My questions for the nominations:
1. What is your favorite color and why?
2. What does this award mean to you?
3. If you could be any character in a movie, what would you be?
4. What is your first childhood wish?
5. What is your favorite book?
6. What is your favorite blog?
7. Who was your first crush?
8. What is your favorite dish?
9. What would be one material thing you would want to accompany you after death?
10. Who would be one celebrity you would like to spend an hour with?
11. What is your favorite quote?

Thanks. This would be one of the biggest posts in long time now.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Granny, we have come!

Crossing hills and plains,
In an eight hours drive.
Fighting for sitting
By the window side,
Singing songs to
While away time,
Finding paradise
After a dusty cart ride.
Granny, we have come!

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-Seven : This weekend we want you to give us a pithy summary of your feelings about the holidays.

Enfield - enfeebled

I was marching into men's field.
I was carving my own niche.
I was greeted with stares.
I was mocked and jibed.
That could have stopped me,
But I just simply smiled.
For those who cannot,
will dare not,
to forge ahead
and make new horizons.
So determined I was,
So strong was my resolution,
That without a thought,
Without any doubt,
I took another step,
And lo! The accolades and acclamation.
I had won.
I had done it.
I had marched into men's field.
I had enfeebled their enfield.

P.S. This is a salute to the spirit of a friend.

Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter E

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Silent phones,
Unanswered messages,
Chats left hanging in the middle,
Promises to be right back,
Only to be broken
With an endless wait.
Busy or misplaced priorities?
But somehow,
There is always a time,
For a tweet or a FB update,
With its impenetrable words,
And inscrutable countenance.
Reminiscences hurt now,
So do reflections.
Have times changed
Or is it just us,
Busy building crowds
On gadgets with lonely hands?
The long talks, the hearty laughs,
The Kodak moments, handful and precious,
And the treasure of memories;
Fading away in chosen special effects.
Some things just never heal,
Of loss.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Twenty Jewels

“You smile not, oh my lady dear,
Can I lend some help to thee?
What woes your tender heart,
What sorrow plagues thee?”
“I lost a twenty jewels today,
Great treasure closed on me.”
“I will craft some jewels, cut them well,
And bring them back to thee.
For jewels are my trades, my toys, dear
I will bring many more to thee.”
“Oh, will your diamonds weave some stories,
And dream some rainbow dreams?
And will their hearts beat with love
And their feet play hide and seek?
Their tender hands, build me castles,
And promise futures bright to me?”
“They sparkle bright and glitter right,
But what you ask of me,
This I fear, these twenty jewels
I can’t bring back to thee.”
“Then leave me alone, my dearest friend,
Your jewels bring no joy to me.
And let this pain, this sorrow of mine,
Rend my heart and me.”

Friday, December 14, 2012

What's in a name

It was about
Translating a file.
All I did was,
Share a software.
By the time they finished,
They had names like
Divine Dreams,
Run Goddess,
Deep Secret,
Victory Lion
In excel.

Linking with Trifextra : Week Forty-SixThis weekend we're asking you to write 33 words that will make us laugh or smile.  Even a chuckle will do.  We look forward to the communal spirit lifting.
Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter D

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Showstopper's Yesterday

The 12 inch heel, the confident gait,
The measured steps, the sudden halt,
The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes,
The hands on hips, head held high,
The silken gown, barely there,
A tilt of neck, balanced well,
The sultry glance, timed right,
Perfect half twirl, played twice,
With a graceful swirl, she turns back.
The world looks on with stolen breath,
Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores.

The showstopper’s yesterday,
Now hangs in a gallery,
Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily.
No shadows of glamour come a-chasing,
For vacant eyes and sagging skin,
For shattering illusions, hanging questions,
Am I never going back?

Linking with The Mag : Mag 147

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

First snowfall

The crisp black against the white moon.
The silent night, the dead winds,
Stilled by the anticipation.
The bare branches, hang low.
A little golden glow
Of a dim street lamp spreads out like a halo.
The foggy streets, so empty and lonely.
A moment of smoke, as I dare to breathe,
Little vapors rise, and dance away.
Gently they come down, like a lullaby,
The fluffy little cotton balls,
The trees, those sentries of the wintery nights,
Greet them with their open arms,
Delighted by the embrace.
A soft but thick white blanket underneath my feet,
And I leave a trail behind.
And from a distant, a cart comes jingling.
Oh, and the driver sings a song.
It has been for the winters here and gone.
It is,
Of a first snowfall.

Sunday, December 9, 2012


Gently, ever so gently,
The day blends into
The twilight.
The fluttering wings
Make their way back
To the niches.
The graying skies
Alive with the shrill calls,
Fall silent.
Slowly, the light fades.
The grey recedes in the
Expanding black folds.
The million rays of moon,
Dance midst the trees.
The gentle winds spread out
Like the hands of angel.
A thousand glittering beauties
Rain down.
The night is born.
Ravishing and resplendent.

Friday, December 7, 2012

One Blessed Life

Hiding in the
Spectacularly clean,
Rushing through deadlines,
Boarding cheap flights,
Just to be sandwiched in
The loving hugs again,
It’s been
One blessed life.
(Cooking and laundry included.)

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-fiveThis weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt.  We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either "cheap flights," "sandwiched in" or "spectacularly clean."  This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose).

This weekend's challenge, being a Trifextra evenly divisible by three, will be judged by the community.  Please be sure to come back and click on your favorite three posts (or up to three posts).

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Remember me as a candle

Remember me as a candle,
That lit your way,
When all was dark,
And there was no ray
That tried to help you in every way
And prayed that all joys and smiles, in your heart they stay,
To give you strength to cross all that blocks the path,
To keep you from falling and stumbling as you pass,
That stood by you when things went down and rough,
And that was there with you when the times were tough,
That braved the winds along with you,
To cheer you up when you were feeling blue …
And now that you call me and I cannot appear,
Do not worry and don’t ever fear,
Far from your heart I can never be,
I will always be the light to help you see,
When it grows dark, just look in your heart,
I may not be there but my light will never part …
Remember me as a candle,
That may not be burning now,
But that lit your way once.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The wish of the Little Lord

She scoops him up in her slender arms, the sleepy little bunch; still snuggling and cozying himself up. His unwilling eyes open a moment later and shut again. She gathers that he is not willing to shake off his dreams yet. So, together they stay locked in the moment for a little while. He bundling up in her arms and her fingers running through little golden, little brown locks. Wake up dear, her voice fond, gentle, loving and all such things. No, he shakes his head. Want to sleep some more? No, another shake of the head. And it is a No for all the bribes that follow. And every no is more determined than the last one. She gives up. They are back to square one. Her fingers in his hair, and his eyes shut. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep she manages in the nearly Preeti Sagar tune. Eyes still shut, but his face has eased up. Has lost her sheep eyes open, faint hint of smile. And doesn’t know where to find them. No his eyes wistful. And in those sad eyes, she reads his wish, the one that she was about to crush with her voice. She frees her right hand, stretches a little, and presses a button. The sound of fan makes him a little hopeful but his heart is still guarded. A black screen comes to life. She weaves her way through some folders, selects a few files and clicks play selected. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep. The wide awake eyes are now glued on the screen, lips curved in an innocent smile and all is well again. She returns to her chores. The playlist ends and he manages something like an enquiring gone or maybe it was actually finish in his not yet 2 year old language. She hastily repeats the playlist for him lest his eager fingers start playing on the keyboard. Two repeats later, the little lord rises and walks out.

Holidays are like Honey Roasted Almonds

Holidays are time when all in the family:
The little ones with wild imaginations,
The growing with “Whatever” in their hearts and mind,
The grown-ups with all their worldly baggage,
The wise with their wisdom,
Celebrate togetherness.
Holidays are like
2 cups almonds
Baked for 10 min
In a 350 degrees oven
Cooled and then treated
With a boiling and bubbling
Concoction of honey, water and butter,
Spiced up with a little sugar,
Salt, cinnamon powder,
And loads of love,
Cooled again and
Served with warmth in heart.
Holidays are like healthy snacks,
Crunchy and munchy
Family time together.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Knitted love

Was it just last week -
When I started working,
Through the little tangles,
Of the pink and yellow yarn,
The one that is now,
A close resemblance of,
With the two grey pins,
And rhythm in their feet,
With a knot here and a knit there,
Purls and cables, layer by layer,
The growing piece -
Knitted in stolen moments,
Midst the rush of life,
Those flutters of heart
With the misses of loops,
For the want of help,
And then the deft rescues
Of mother’s trained hands,
- The love for loved
Has taken shape.
The blue yarn asks.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Winter rebellion

Gloved hands,
Busy knitting,
Sitting by the side of
The warm hearths.
The loving folds of
Quilts and blankets;
The dressing up in
Layers and jackets.
Winters, we’re ready
To take on thee.

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-Four - Write exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or revolt.  Interpret it as you will, just keep it to 33 words.