When my sister was admitted to the labor room, I felt my heart burst inside with fear and tension. I had never felt so much fear in my life, ever before. I could not even pray properly because my mind was full of anxiety so I knew I had to share it with the people I trust. I know that Twitter is used for business purposes, PR and marketing but I use it to share my world, my thoughts and my dreams, with these wonderful people online, whose tweets make me smile and sometimes cry. I wasnt sure if anyone out there would care to read tweets on a lazy Sunday but they did. Amazingly.
Within seconds, I got prayers, good wishes and reassurances from people across the country and the world. They are people I don't know. I haven't met most of these wonderful, caring people. I don't know their nationalities, their religions, their addresses or their identities. What I do know is that their prayers made it possible for a baby to come into this world safe and sound, with his mother. Beli…
Luanne Rice is an author whose easy writing style is peppered with compassion, just the way I like it. At a huge discount fair in a mall in Delhi, I stumbled across some of her novels. I thought, why not, the covers and the titles look so homely, why don't I read what's in them?Her novel, Silver Bells, is a simple story of a Christmas tree man from Nova Scotia. His name is Christy. He loves growing these trees and works very hard to make a living for his two kids, Danny (a.k.a Harry Houdini) and Bridget. Despite the weather shocks that can destroy his work in lightning speed, Christy lives to sell these trees in 'uptown' New York where the rich are miserable but believe that buying expensive things can make them much happier. But his son, Danny, has a sharp, intelligent mind. He wants to make a difference to help his father. He wants to study and follow his big dreams in New York, the city that can make dreams come true. His father fears for these big dreams, the way p…
The pineapple pieces look so enticing but what I love most about this picture is its bright yellow color and the pale droplets around it. This is food and life in India, an interesting paradox that never fails to evoke new thoughts and themes. Feel free to capture such moments in every day life.
The book store, with its rack of new, wonderful smelling books awaiting their destiny to be read or trashed, has always been a part of my life. Thanks to my dad, who is a voracious reader and introduced me to the world of books.
The moment I walk into a book store, I feel such joy wrap itself around me that I feel a little drunk with happiness. What inspires me about these books is that all their makers, the authors, had the infinite patience and courage to face the scary white page and weave stories from the scratch. Trust me, I'm still struggling with the scary white page and so, the result is that I've been writing and erasing whatever I've penned. I'm not proud of this cowardice but thats the truth.
My instinct is to write but then I freak out and delete the file because I'm not happy with it. I start a new story and the same thing happens and then I just feel so tempted to sit down, cry my guts out and start again. Whatever I've written languish in my Recyc…
This year 2009, the Mumbai monsoons flooded Twitter. Being far away in Delhi, it was an amazing experience to get minute by minute update of the Mumbai rains. So, I collated my learning from the tweets.
Here are the top ten things I learnt from tweets on the Mumbai rains:
1. Water logging
2. Loads of muck
3. Traffic jam
4. Trains running very slow
5. Office goers on the road
6. Auto guys complain there's traffic (in Mumbai?!)
7. Some one gimme a lift on the way/ take me home
8. Disaster management cell nos. Does someone have it please?
9. Opportunist marketers bombarding
10. Congestion and detour
I would have loved to mention the names of all those who sent updates on Mumbai rains but that would occupy pages and pages so i am keeping it simple by saying: Thanks Tweeples!
This is a typical Kerala sadhya or 'feast.' To celebrate important occasions like festivals, birthdays and marriages, this is what Hindus in Kerala arrange as part of their lunch. Food habits in Kerala differ from region to region but the sadhya is a favorite with every Keralite.
The pic above shows a sadhya that my mom-in-law arranged for my parents when they came for lunch. My favorite is the paalada which is the yummiest, tastiest payasam or traditional milk dessert that is served at the end of the feast. Scooping it up from the fresh, green banana leaf and tasting it....well, there are just no words to describe the bliss of tasting Kerala's finest paalada. You've got to taste it to believe it.
Needless to say, we all enjoyed it and had a nap right after coz the feast is yummy and sleep inducing:) Thanks to my wonderful, awesome and amazing mom-in-law.
Drawing is a highly underestimated skill because we don't realize how it benefits kids to start using their hand-eye coordination at a very young age. It helps them concentrate to create something that springs from their imagination. I didnt really see it as a very important activity till Adi, my son began to attend the summer camp and developed interest in coloring.
During June 2009 vacations, Adi met Jithu, my cousin's son in Kerala. Now I have to say that Jithu is fantastic at drawing, coloring and painting. His paintings comprised pencil sketches, oil paints and even simple drawings. Still, there was something so life-like and beautiful about those pictures.
One particular drawing that Jithu showed me was very touching. It depicted the terrorist attacks on Taj Hotel that happened in November '09. The drawing, indicating helicopters filled with defense personnel looking ready to strike, was deeply evocative because it reflected the confusion, trauma and tragedy that the t…
At Chutneez, your meal begins with an array of different types of mouthwatering, delicious chutneys (sweet, tangy, sour, chilly). Each chutney is served with great care and you can refuse any specific one that you dont want to experiment with. So when I looked at my plate, I liked the soft blobs of colors that dotted it. Reminded me of a painter's palette. Happy Coloring:)
My friend Millie and I like to spend Saturday afternoons checking out nice restaurants or food joints, where we can sit down and chat about everything and everyone under the sun. In Khan Market, our favorite meeting spot, we went to a nice restaurant where we ordered this Chicken Salad. It was so fresh, yummy, healthy and crunchy that I finished most of it. The crunchiness was due to the croutons added to the salad. I think just having that salad would be like having a meal in itself coz it is so filling. Try it out next time you visit Khan Market in New Delhi.