Saturday, February 7, 2015

April 2014: Relationships are what you make of them

Know that there will always be people who hurt you. People who betray your trust. People who abuse your confidences. People who take advantage of you. There have always been such people, and there always will be. You cannot change that.

But you can decide how to react. Do you want to hold onto the betrayal, and let it fester forever? Do you want to challenge them, and feel worse when they deny they ever did wrong? Or, do you want to let go, and resolve never to let them do so again?

Relationships are what you make of them.


This picture was taken at a cousin's wedding in April.
2014: The Year That Was

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

February 2014 : What we are taught to see

“Draw a scenery’, the Art Teacher would say, and we would all whip out our drawing books and spend the rest of the period finishing near identical pictures. A mountain range with three triangular peaks. A  river snaking down to drain at the bottom of the page; trees lining it banks. The Sun peeking out from behind the hills; its rays arranged in perfect formation.
That was the ‘scenery’ we saw. That is the scenery we have taught our children to see. If we do it long enough, will the Sun grow straight line rays, and mountains develop triangular peaks?
I saw the rays of the sun leaving behind streaks of light in February
2014: The Year That Was

Monday, January 19, 2015

January 2014: They fall through the cracks

Multi-storied residential towers coming up. Intelligent homes, infinity pools, marble lobbies. Residences as luxurious as five-star hotels.
Building sites teeming with migrant workers. Labour camps built out of corrugated metal tiles and tarpaulin sheets, held up with coir ropes, and a prayer. Half naked men straining their muscles, emaciated women carrying loads heavier than their weight.
Glitzy hoardings branding tomorrow’s project. Next to it, caution messages, reflecting the reality of today.

In that nowhere land between fantasy and reality, a generation grows up. Ignorant, illiterate, un-informed. Their parents  sweat to give shape to our dreams. They fall through the cracks.
This picture was taken at the construction site of an upmarket high-rise coming up near our place in January
2014: The Year That Was

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Mr. Responsible

He is Mr. Responsible.
Though only two years older than his brother, he is expected to keep an eye on him, and steer him away from trouble. He is the one who gives the dog his lunch, and runs errands for me. Kids instinctively turn to him when they are in trouble, and though he doesn’t enjoy it, he ends up taking care of them.
Sometimes, I feel guilty about forcing him to grow up so soon. And then he does something really cheeky, and I realize he’s still a kid at heart. A responsible one, but still a kid.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Responsible

Monday, November 24, 2014

Day 43 of #100happydays

The light from an overhead fixture falls on a soap dish and casts a shadow on the wall. Normally, you would not give it a second look- after all, who even notices the absence of light?
But when the wall in question happens to be a corner, you find something that cannot be overlooked. A near perfect heart!
Suddenly, the shadow gets pulled out of the status of mundane, and gets pushed into the category of masterpiece. You never tire of looking at it, admiring it.
How much beauty there is in unexpected places. If only you look for it.

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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.
One year back, I was musing about the same thing- I still am!
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