Its been more than a year since I last visited my own blog...!but what do you share when you're sad and angry at times,or you're soo happy most times you're afraid that telling everyone might jinx it.Yes,one of the side-effects of getting to know someone too well :o..Even more of a fix when being subtle is not your thing,and all you want to do is shout everything out,but gonna have to keep quiet.One of the many things I learnt in Indian fiction course,one of the best I've taken so far btw(mostly because I think the Prof is cool and partly because my childhood dream of having to read a novel for a course came true),is that an author's moods,beliefs and ideas creep into their work.(unless it's a news article..but then again,some newspapers are politically biased?)A long silence,explained?
I have no idea how good or bad I'm at writing..but it's something that helps me be myself.When you want to track the train of your thoughts,some people talk it out..some think it through..some post on fb..I prefer putting it down in writing the best(but you don't always have the time) .Why not in a journal,you ask?Well,I might publish it too some day,you know..so why not some bits and pieces now.
Ah,its been raining on and off all day;the kind of day that makes you wish you could curl up in your cozy bed all day long with an interesting book to dive into,discovering a new world that's different from your own,uncovering the layers of a sophisticated character,predicting the twists and turns in the plot.(Did I mention,I love books?) with a hot cuppa coffee in hand and some mom-made bhajjis!As my luck didn't favor the latter two wishes,I had to make do with just this book I found in the library yesterday Palindrome (quite a good read,with a few more pages to go). I had a resume to edit,CAT to prep for, DDP work(honestly not-a-clue;until last week with all those simulations,I'd thought my Prof knew what we were doing..but then,when asked 'Sir,what are we working towards..where exactly is this going?' 'Wherever you want to take it..'),laundry..blah blah,but who am I to deny a higher calling and not call it a day!It was RAINING.In Chennai.(Dear Chennai,Bright and Sunny is your thing..when you don't overdo it.Gloomy and pouring,not for you!)
Late in the afternoon,I discovered the geyser in our floor was functioning...HOT water,can you imagine?!It reminded me of one of my fav songs from LOTR,which I deemed share-worthy
The Bath Song!
- Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
- that washes the weary mud away!
- A loon is he that will not sing:
- O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
- O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
- and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
- but better than rain or rippling streams
- is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
- O! Water cold we may pour at need
- down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
- but better is Beer if drink we lack,
- and Water Hot poured down the back.
- O! Water is fair that leaps on high
- in a fountain white beneath the sky;
- but never did fountain sound so sweet
- as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
As a 14-year-old,I remember singing these songs in a low-pitched voice to my Ajji,while she smiled..not understanding a word.This time of year,I miss her most..She's the sweetest person I've known and every time I try talking about her,the words just refuse to flow.Anyways,the post was supposed to be about the poem...but apparently,it belies my non-circuitous approach(refer url)
It has been a crazy,lazy day..explaining to my niece on fb,why I can't play Airport City but can only accept her request, discussing horror movies at sharav entrance watching the downpour..not wanting to get drenched,watched a few of my friends dance around in the rain in the quadrangle after lunch..kapi like a kapi,chi as usual trying to beat 'em all,buddi and anu all smiles,shali helplessly trying to untie chi's dupatta from around her waist(No,you don't want to know how that happened) Someone receiving a PPO has turned a bane to the wing as their fundaes about unwanted(for lack/want of a better word) stuff has mysteriously reached dangerous levels!
And how do you round off the day but with hot sandwiches,samosas,chocolate fantasy and a cappuccino! and watching your sister freak out after informing her that you told a certain guy that she thinks he's cute..and after she declares herself to be the master-manipulator,a walk in the almost-deserted road singing more than half a dozen familiar songs!Embracing that sense of tranquility..I reckon tomorrow will be just another day..
