The pen that writes??

The phone rings, I answer the call, need to jot down a phone number.
"Just a minute, let me find a pen"-I say
Take out the pen from the pen stand next to the phone, dang!!! It doesnt work
Take the next one, same story..the pencil too has gone missing.
This after buying and keeping 6 pens in all the penstands, I still dont have one working pen???

I still have to find the mystery behind all these missing pens. Everyone feigns ignorance and conveniently places the blame
on another.
I thought once I had my own house, this mystery could be solved because I would be in charge of keeping them in place. Its
been years now. I've bought pens on every visit to the stationery store. Feeling like a proud tiger, i've kept going back
every few hours to check. Its been there.
BUt lo! 2 days later, it disappears!!
I've just about given up now and calmly go all over the house with the phone on hold, looking for a pen that writes.
Im still in the searching mode...never to give up :(
My day 7 post for the 'Marathon bloggers'

Soothe'd

She stared at the sky
Stars countless
Winking at her
As the world passed by

This was the time of the day
Peace envelope
Like a warm shawl
Keeping her safe

She looked up at the inky sky
Wondering with an aching heart
What it was that it secured
That brought within her,

That sense of being
Safe and strong
No mean thoughts
Staining her calm mind

It was this moment of the day
Each night as she looked up
Letting the day go by
As the moment soothed her hopeful eyes.

This is my day 6 post for 'Marathon Bloggers'

Simple pleasures

"He sat down at his table, chewing on his pencil, the left hand twirling the new keychain which he'd said was very important for him, and working out some numericals in physics."
And then I heard the whine..my antenna went up. I knew he was upset. On asking him I came to know that he was stuck with some calculations..now I knew it was going ot be a tough job for me to settle that. He doesnt like being wrong (does any guy do?? ) But try I did. Showed him how it worked and explained where he was going wrong. He didnt want to accept so easily, so he walked away still scowling. And then I heard those words.."Thanks, ma..I got it"
As an adult I've always wondered if we are ever satisfied with what we do or what we have? I'm not talking about the larger frame of things. Not the regular ones that grown ups always whine and groan about. Materialistic stuff and all.
Are we ever happy with we do?
I am always never satisfied with what I do. I always feel like I could have done this better. It plays on in my mind, running like a jagged cog, and then i'm stressed because I'm thinking all the more.
Life is simple in the eyes of children i'd say.
Ecah time I look at my 12 year old, he brings out the world in a new format. He looks at it with no expectations. He's a happy boy. And i wish I could get that trait from him. He always has a reply to something that didnt out right. and most times it goes "At least I did this much"
I wish we could learn from that. When I watch him I know i've done something right, but then next minute I go back into the thinking mode.."What if's, but, and I wish..."
Wish it was as easy as being the child.
Do the task, finish it to the best of our ability and then if it works out fine , if not just go on...
Can we do it? I leave you with this song which I love

Sunshine on my shoulders by John Denver

This is my day-5 post for Marathon Bloggers

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The fragrance that catches up with my memory

There are some things you have absolutely no hold on. One of them is memories.
It must have been in the late 70's or early 80's. Our summer vacations always had to include a visit to our grandparents who lived in Mysore.The plan was plain simple.
All the daughters would land up with their children (spouses hardly travelled much then), and stayed for an entire month or so. No big demands. Just relax, get fed, have fun and catch up on their gossip.

My grandparents lived in a huge house that had wooden floors and rafters so big that we always imagined secrets being hidden in there. The wooden stairways which had a rope that we had to take support from before emerging out of an opening in the floor of the upper floor. This was fun, it was magic and it was our playarea. Nothing can give me back that kind of joy that we all experienced while we played there.

It was a house filled with stories for the children. Guava trees, overflowing with fruit as if waiting for the kids to visit and climb them to pluck. The bathrooms that had the wooden fireplace to heat the water. The earthy smells of the burning firewood, and the umpteen attempts by us to get it started. Always being shoo'd away by the magnificient figure of my grandfather. The toilets that were placed neatly in the backyard. We kids always dreamt up villains for the night and drove the whole
world crazy if he had to use the loo at night.(And now I have my kids complaining that one of the bedrooms doesn't have an attached bathroom..sigh!!)

But the memory that has lingered upon my senses has to be the one that hits my olfactory senses. There used to be this huge 'Parijatha tree' in the frontyard, close to one of the bedroom windows. Early morning I would wake up to the whispersoft pitter patter of the flowers falling to the ground to form a huge carpet of ornage and white . It really was something that I cannot get out of my mind even now. I still hope to hear that when I see a tree closeby. The fragrance the flowers would give
was so heady, that it came to be my vivid association with my grandparents house. Even now when I see some of those flowers it transports me back to those moments.
Some memories never go away,
some fragrances are meant to linger,
some sounds are always meant be reflected upon.

The fragrance from the 'akash mallige-the indian cork tree' that lines many roads of old bangalore localities takes me back to my walk to school.
The early morning aroma of coffee still reminds me of my parents house, no matter that i've been making the same filter coffe for the last 18 years of my married life.
(My dad a fussy coffee drinker always says I make some really great filter coffee for a person who never ever drinks it) And that's a huge compliment for me.
Some days I wake up thinking i'm in my parents house with the fragrances of the flowers, camphor, and incense sticks being burnt. That has always been my childhood.
And its come along with me, through my dreams and my memories.
Its precious and treasured.

Do you have any such memories?
Would love to know what brings with each person.

PS. This is my post for day-4 for  the Marathon Bloggers

 

That She Is :)

Blogging has its benefits. I have lost myself in this space earlier, much to the amusement of my spouse. I could spend hours reading blogposts, discussing topics that varied from parenting, to travel to ranting. Some really interesting friends were made.
Some have stayed on in my journey. I remember that one day when I was reading a blog and there was this link that said 'Just a mother of two'. I was curious, not with the 'mother' tag, but this 'just'. I have 2 sons so i'm a mother of two. But this link begged me to click on it. You must too, if you want to know what i'm talking about.

The journey began then. It was just interaction through comments. We moved on to being part of her first book, a proud moment for all her blog readers. It was ' 34 Bubblegums and Candies' and it was a lovely compilation of her blog posts.

Now 3 books later, she Preeti Shenoy is all set to release her 4th book Titled 'The Secret Wish List'. Her writing is simple, touches your heart and her books are so real. It keeps your head nodding with every line, because you've already related to some character in her book.
I'm mighty excited. I'm curious too. All i'm waiting for now is 'The Secret Wish List' that's going to be out on December 14th, 2012

Do take a look at what she's been cooking up and i'm sure you won't come out disappointed.

Preeti Shenoy with her 'Secret Wish List'


This is my Day-3 post for Marathon Bloggers

DECEMBER IS ON US :)))

My blog has gone into coma, and I had worried moments.
It was those days when, every moment was visualised with a blog post, be it an incident, a picture we took. A trip that was just being planned or some that were already taken.
There were dreams that were being discussed and trust me...its was fun blogging about it here.
I had a family all over. Who knew what went into my words.

And then one fine day..it just stopped. NO reason. No motivation. Just a blank space happy being just that.

But then there is always someone out there, who listens to your heart, to your dreams and sings a song.
Last week it was a spur of the moment thing. Monika dangled the carrot in front of me and  suggested we do this marathon blogging this month and I jumped at it. I so needed that motivation.
So folks..this is it..
I start off from this 1st post
and will take you through a journey.
Enjoy as you like it