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Journal prompt 3: here

We were supposed to use our name as an acrostic to tell a little about ourselves. I was in the mood for a little bit of tribal patterns and my mum gave me the idea of using a poem. So combined all the ideas and came up with this finally:) 

Goals for the month

Hello :) 

Goals was the prompt for the second day.

Well today is Saturday and I had enough time to spend on creating a nice little page and yet I messed up the worm :| :) 

But never the less I am enjoying this little challenge for now ...

Day 2...Done!! :) 

A challenge!!

Hi All:) 

I usually am not a big fan of June. The days are usually cloudy and gloomy and it also means the end of holidays(I know!!  I no longer go to school yet continue to I dislike the thought of school ) .

So this time I am trying my best to keep myself occupied and think about anything but the weather . 

One good distraction that I thought might work is the idea of Journalling:) 

So I took up this 30 day challenge 

Hoot hoot!! I am excited:) 

I am new to the concept and I am hoping it will keep me occupied and happy. 

Here is my first entry : 

this should be OK for a beginner..right? Right? 

Oh please say yes!! ;)  You can go like this entry from here :) 

The journey!!

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These pictures were taken a long time back...on my way back from work. My bus no longer takes this route and  yes I do miss going by this route. Its funny how attached I tend to get these days to routines. But we dont want to discuss about that boring topic here.

Here's a glimpse into what used to be my routine journey!! :) 

Hola again!!

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"Hey stranger" That's what the blog said to me today when I opened this page...or at least I imagined it would have said to me if it could talk...Actually I would expect my blog to miss me a lot and welcome me back with "Arms wide open" yes the song playing in the background just to be more dramatic;) ,happy tears to find me writing again and all in all..a very moving and touching moment for both, the blog and me  :) Boy!!Wouldn't that give me a boost to start blogging again!!

However the reality is, lets say, more realistic...the blog has no feelings and is just another blank page for me to write on.*bam bam baam* Its a dark room and the laptop sits there waiting patiently under the harsh desk light as the lonely girl types away to glory the the next "IT" blog post that will bring her fame n fortune!! *chrrrrrrrsht* n back to reality....
And yes I am just desperately filling up the blank page with some last wretched attempt to bring back my blog from dead!! So here's what I have got...

A few posts lined up and a few ideas running like the deer being chased by lion on that Animal planet show. So lets just hope I will set them free on this blog over the next few weeks and then soon before I know it , it would have become a habit again. :)

Keeping my fingers crossed (no seriously they are...here's a fuzzy lil picture if you don't believe me

) and hope to meet ya soon! :)

Cousin's story

My cousin who is still in school was stuck with an assignment " Write an original love story with a little twist". So she had come over for a little inspiration. Initially she was stuck with
"That day, after college, everyone felt in a good mood because the weather was suddenly gay and soft like spring. They hung around outside, the whole class together, which was something they never did. We were on our way home, me and my friends and We took the bus with the number 365 as usual. As always It was like a can of packed sardine.

But that wasn’t bothering me, something else was. I just couldn’t understand why was I thinking about him so repeatedly. His chiseled chin, that messy hair, his cute cardigan, I just couldn’t wipe him from the mind.

 

It all started when we were 8 years old, as we cycled" 

But then a little prodding with a new story line and a lot of encouragement had her come up with a cute and lovely story:) Plus she was kind enough to let me share it in my blog...

So here's the final product:

The pitter patter of the rain broke me from my reverie and I realised it was already 8:00 in the morning. I wore my grey suit that I usually wore on Mondays and went down for my breakfast. Like any other household wife and a mother of 28 year old engineer, my mother  brought up the topic yet again. “I have become old now. All I want to do is see my son get married to a proper Indian girl and take care of small cute grandkids”.

“Mom!! Not again. Please... we have had this talk before. Times have changed and love doesn’t really exist anymore like it used to” I retorted as I always do. “Kids these days just don’t have patience. Besides, it wasn’t really smooth sailing for your dad and me too, you know” she said. I was about to come up with another clever line to cut out the argument and change the topic once and for all. But then I stopped and thought, did my parents really have trouble in marital heaven they seemed to live in? The more I thought I realised how little I actually knew about them and their life before I was born. So I asked her “Mum, how did you and dad actually get married...Tell me about your story”.

My mother paused, with the ladle still in her hand and turned to look at me. “Do you really want to know?” she asked and I nodded my head in affirmative. She stopped what she was doing and came and sat next to me. I couldn’t stop smiling as she seemed like a giddy teenager sharing her first crush with her best friends. All I had ever heard was how boring an arranged marriage is and how little a person knows about the life partner in such situations and how much of a gamble it is to play with your life.

But then, that day hearing my mother’s stories, of small excitements like a shy ride on the scooter for the first time to eat ice-cream, skipping a family function so that they could spend more time with each other, my dad eagerly waiting with hot home cooked [and slightly burnt] dinner for mother when she returned from her first visit to her parents house reminded me that their love was still very strong. Due to my busy schedule I barely noticed their love which exists till date. Even though they fought for the silliest reasons, I remember hearing their love whispers and how they showed signs of loving each other secretly and their long drives by the suburbs. I was mesmerised and couldn’t help but get excited with her. I understood that love was not about giving flower bouquets, gifts or celebrating valentine’s day, It was about those small things that they do for each other in everyday life. She suddenly stopped and she pointed at the clock with the ladle. “Aren’t you late?” she asked. I was really late. I ran out and pulled my bike out. As I put my helmet I noticed that the rain had stopped and the sun had just peeked from the clouds. It was turning out to be a good day after all.

All I can say in the end, is that I hope I can live a love story as interesting as my parents.

I think that was a pretty charming story. Don't you? :) 

Yakshagana

Hello:)

A week earlier I got a chance to watch a yakshagana performance in my Dad's office.

I loved the expression on each and every one of the artists there...:)

It was performed by the "Shri Anantha padhmanabha Dashanvathara yakshagana mandali,porduru" and they were kind enough to let me back stage too .

One of my major fascinations was the props that were used by the various artists

I wonder how they made their footwork seem so effortless..

And I wouldnt be doing any justice without mentioning that the best performer was the jumping joker :)