Monday, March 31, 2014

A word a day, in the month of April

Two years back, for my A to Z blogging project, I had chosen to attempt to capture the "Soul" of a word from the Indian language in 100 words. After thinking of various projects, I've decided to continue with the same project this year too. So, everyday during the month of April, prepare yourself to learn a new word.
To explain why I chose this project, I am going back to what I posted this day, two years ago.


If you are born and brought up in India, you are multi-lingual out of necessity. By the time I was four, I was fluent in three languages- English, the language of instruction; Tamil, which was spoken at home; and Hindi, reserved for conversations with the “help”.
Over the years, I acquired new languages and forgot old ones. But every one of those languages left behind a legacy of words. Words that almost defy translation. Words that have nuances that can only be described. Where the “Soul” goes beyond the word itself. Words that need over 100 words to be captured.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Bottling Jam: day 42 of #100happydays



To say that I have always dreamt of making my own jam is an admission I would be scared to make. But it is true. As a child, nothing personified winter more than my mother making and bottling tomato jam, which we would then enjoy for the rest of the year. In my eyes, I knew I would attain Domestic  Divadom the day I could do similar.
But though I bottled fruit preserve and fruit chutney often, I never had the courage to try a jam. And then, I gathered all my courage. And did it. Nothing Ventured, Nothing Won.
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Each Day is Precious: day 41 of #100happydays



The melon can never get too large for the vine, goes a saying in Tamill. My Younger One seems determined to prove it right. Everytime I lift him up, I’m sure it will be the last time I can. And the next time I try, I am pleasantly surprised.
But knowing that this might be the last time I can toss him in the air, makes every occasion when I can do so memorable. Knowing life is short, makes it more precious.
The day will soon come when he is too heavy for me - but it is not Today.
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One year back, I was musing about the same thing- I still am!
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Everything changes: day 40 of #100happydays



I dislike pigeons when they fly into my house looking for a place to roost. I hate them when they lay eggs in my balcony. I dislike having to clean up their poo from my floor. I think they are smelly, I think they are dirty. I am convinced the world would be a better place without them in it.
And yet, when I encounter the same pigeons in public spaces, everything changes. They force me to pause and smile. They compel me to whip out my camera and snap a few pictures. They fill the heart with joy.
Strange!
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When you are a Reader: day 39 of #100happydays



Life is hard when you are a reader. You can’t walk by a bookstore without being compelled to go in and check out the titles. When your favourite bookstore announces a sale, you cannot help but pick up a few absolute steals.
When you are a reader your ‘To Be Read’ pile increases in exponential proportion to the books you read- every book you love adds half a dozen others to the pile! You soon run out of space. You never have enough time to read all you want to read.
And that’s exactly how you want it to be.
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I picked up this book more than a year back- it was every bit as lovely as I hoped it would be.
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Sunday, February 9, 2014

Four Seasons: day 38 of #100happydays



I often dream of living in a place where there are four seasons. A snow-covered Winter Wonderland. Crocus blossoms heralding the advent of Spring. Warm Summers, giving way to the Reds and Golds of Autumn.
Reality is different. The four seasons that we have are Hot, Hotter, Hottest and Wet. Not much variety, unfortunately.
 But it is precisely because we don’t have real seasons that we have an experience uniquely our own. Leaves turning red on one tree, barren branches on another, new shoots on a third. All the seasons in one orderly row of trees. The cycle of life.
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