• I can’t believe it’s the last day of October. For fear of sounding like a stuck gramaphone record ( do you remember those vinyl discs that played at 33 1/3 RPM on turntables that normally occupied pride of place in a room?) , I still feel this year has gone by in a whirl a whirl that seems to gather momentum each year and spin even faster.

    This year unlike the previous years, I have begun tracking my “to do list” to see how many of my new year resolutions have been fulfilled. Unfortunately there still remains a lot to be done though I seem to have made progress with many others. Looking back I realise that this is because most of my jobs to be done are dependent on others in the sense that my time is hardly my own and it is only when I get some time to myself can I do the things that I planned to do.

    One of the things that I did manage this year was to get a new camera – simply because my old one was pinched during the refurbishment of the house. I felt bad that it went missing but since I was looking out for a new one, didn’t mind too much . I am now trying out its features and am pleased to share some of the pictures I captured from my balcony last week when our normal sunny skies were unusually cloudy.

    The harbour in a pink haze

    My favourite towers against a grey sky

    The sun peeping from behind

    With a fish eye lens

    I am linking this post to Write Tribe and Skywatch Fridays

  • The Rashtrapati Bhawan which is the residence ...The Rashtrapati Bhawan which is the residence of the President Of India. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    When songwriters  Milton Ager and Jack Yellen wrote the song “Happy Days Are Here Again” and copyrighted in 1929, they must have hardly imagined that their song would become iconic and a feel good song that would bring a smile on the face.

    The other day I was at the club when I bumped into an old friend who told me a story that made me feel that “Happy Days are here again.”

    The returning Indian contingent from the recently concluded Asian Games at Seoul was honoured by the Indian Government in Rashtrapati Bhavan‘s impressive hall. Each competitor was given a citation personally signed and every medal winner was given a cheque on his way out. This was a far cry from the promise of a cheque which normally never came or if it did, months after the incident

    At the reception, the athletes were told that they were invited to the PM’s residence for breakfast the following day at around 9 a.m. Sadly cyclone Hudud put paid to those plans and the PM had to rush to Andhra Pradesh. But, being a man of his word, he went ahead with his plan of meeting the athletes, calling them at 7.30 instead.

    The athletes were only too happy to have finally met a PM who appreciated them and their efforts and gladly joined him for an hour over a cup of tea and breakfast. While leaving they were each one assured of the PM’s personal support and could count on him for any help.

    Sports which has always enjoyed step motherly treatment over the importance give to academia academic was never given its due recognition in India. It is heartening to know that this is changing and soon Indians will acknowledge the contributions of sportsmen to the cultural tradition of India.

    I am linking this to Write Tribe’s ProBlogger Daily Challenge for the week

  • NaNoWriMo and Me

    National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to creative writing. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30.
    Valuing enthusiasm, determination, and a deadline, NaNoWriMo is for anyone who has ever thought fleetingly about writing a novel.

    I first heard about NaNoWriMo in 2012 when I was going through a personal crisis. At that time, like all people who want to get on, I thought the only way to get things out of my system was to actually vomit it out and what better way than to write it as a novel? After all most first time novels are autobiographical in some way – if not as a whole – at least partly taking from the author’s own personal life or experiences.

    So I began writing the novel, diligently regularly till somewhere down the line it fizzled out.

    • Was it because I came to terms with my reality? 
    • Was it because I ran out of things to say?

    No it was simply because I was not dedicated enough to go the whole 9 yards. Somewhere down the line I lost my drive and dedication and allowed the rest of the world to take over me and abandon the book.

    So what’s different now?

    Well, I think there is something in the Universe that is telling me to write.
    And telling me to write a novel.

    Well don’t we all have that Great Indian Novel just bursting to be let out in all our heads? Imagine as our PM loves saying if all 1.25 billion people begin writing a novel or actually do get done with writing the novel – how many novels that would be???

    The world is already brimming with thoughts, ideas and novels that have been written before – so many that it would be impossible for any human being to have heard about each and every one of them , let alone have read them. But still there is always room for more because even if the core set of incidents remain the same, every human being experiences life in a different way. Each one of us has a different style of communicating thoughts, ideas and experiences. So each one of us deserves to write a novel – even if only 1.25 billion people begin writing a novel this November.

    Actually, 1.25 billion Indians can’t begin writing, simply because sadly, ALL 1.25 billion of us aren’t literate. It’s true that despite everyone’s best intentions, schooling which is the basic right of every individual isn’t always accessible to every child. Even if the schooling is accessible, it may not always be possible : if you are disabled, differently abled or need special education which is not affordable or even doable. A case in point being the book I recently read  ” One Little Finger” by Malini Chib. Those of you who are familiar with the rehabilitation of Spastics in India would have heard of her, particularly her mother Mithu Alur who was the pioneer in rehabilitating Spastics in India.

    Child rearing is daunting for the most of us but faced with a child who has been declared a “vegetable” is beyond daunting – it requires a special kind of courage and determination. Malini Chib was blessed in that she was born to Mithu. Acknowledging her disability Mithu and her husband moved to England which was at that time the only place they knew of where they could attempt to help their daughter. Both parents soldiered on bravely, attending to their daughter and developing their own careers. Luckily the family had a strong support system to rely on. However, coming from comfortable backgrounds in India and unused to the rigors of physical labour involved in staying abroad made the family return to India especially after their second child ( a normal boy) was born. Though the parents divorced, it was not because of Malini’s disability and Malini found herself with two more wonderful people other than her parents whom she could rely on. Greatly encouraged by all those she met, Malini was able to rehabilitate herself and become a useful member of society – getting the education that she wanted and the means with which she could integrate herself to society.

    Reading this book was a mind blowing experience because it brought home to mind that we all have a story. And every story can be told. Malini tells her story dispassionately like it is without reducing one to tears or making herself out to be a “hero”.  So if Malini Chib who could write with just ONE LITTLE FINGER – the one little muscle that worked the way she wanted it to work, what’s holding me back? 
    Another thing I realised that I am now more conversant with the ways of the internet – I actually found out the advantages of being in a group, connecting with other bloggers and the way things work.

    So here goes

    For the past few days I’ve been receiving messages from NaNoWriMo , I’ve been reading about it on Corinne’s and Vidya’s Blogs till finally today I found that the link for WriteTribe’s ProBlogger Challenge  ( to which I’m linking this post) was under Vidya’s blog post today.

    Aren’t these signs enough? 

    Today I finally went back to NaNoWriMo to register my great indian novel and found out that I had forgotten my password. Within minutes I sorted that out and now I’m back on track.

    This time, I hope I last the entire stretch and actually finish my work…

    Good Luck to all those participating and for those who aren’t –

    Get off that butt

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