Sunday, June 28, 2009

When a soul stirs

Photo by Atul Shenoy age 11


I am sorry I had to remove this poem as it is under consideration for publication.
© 2009 Preeti Shenoy
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For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print.
If you're into poetry publishing and want to buy the rights to this poem please mail me on
ps @ preetisatish.com.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The things tooth fairies have to do.

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Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Are you in the life of a child?

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If you really listen and have a conversation with children (as opposed to talking to them) you learn such a lot. They are little philosophers with an uncomplicated life view and the truths they utter are often profound, refreshing and very applicable to our lives as adults. If you are fortunate enough to have your own children, then I am sure you’ll agree with what I am talking about. If not, then closely observe them, next time you are around them and you’ll see I’m right.

Most adults, especially in India and especially those who are not experienced with children see children as a source to amuse themselves with. Some things that these well meaning adults do and some things they say make my blood boil. In the west, children are treated with a lot more respect and sensitivity. I really like that.

In India, a common thing which many folks do when they visit people is to tell a young child (who is 3 or 4) playfully “Your mummy is my friend. I am taking your mummy back with me. Can I?” Of course this makes the child cling to the mother. And if the child starts crying the visitor says “Oh no—I was only joking.” The child is still discovering things. They are still at a stage where they are learning that their mother being in the other room does not mean she isn’t there. Their world centres around their mother—the one person who means the world to them. How do they know that the visitor is joking? Let me elucidate this a bit better—if you are a woman and another woman said to you playfully that she is going to take away your boyfriend/husband for a holiday, just the two of them and leave you behind, you wouldn’t exactly feel good would you? Or if you are a man and another man told you that your wife/girlfriend was sizzling hot and could he take her out for a few hours and if he really meant it I am certain you would smash his face in.(Unless you are into open relationships and stuff like that) . I think you’ll agree now just how insensitive and inappropriate it is, to say this to a child.

Sometimes these visitors take a toy of the child and say that they want that toy. Of course the child refuses. The visitor insists that the child gives them the toy for just a little while. The child refuses further. Finally when the child is on the verge of tears the visitor says he/she really did not want the toy in the first place. Are these people demented? Or is it because they don’t know how to talk to children?

When I used to work at a pre-school (and I used to work in corporate environment earlier) it was the first time I understood what job-satisfaction really meant. It was something that gave me immense joy. Each Monday morning I was waiting to go back to work (something that I never thought was possible) and hated Fridays as I would not be seeing my lovely little students for two days. The parents used to often tell me the children felt the same way! The moment I reached school and opened the gate there would be a flood of children who would come rushing out shouting ‘Preeti aunty’, ‘Preeti aunty’ and I had to put my hand bag down and hug each one even before I entered . They were all in the age group of 3-4 and were very demonstrative in their affection. Oh the joy! I still remember every child’s name, what they liked, how they felt, what they said and even what they drew! (Some of them were really memorable and hilarious but I shall save that for another post)

Sometimes when I see some really badly brought up children (spoilt brats who are destructive, rude, inconsiderate,who run around causing havoc and spoiling everything in sight while fond parents watch indulgently) I feel sorry for them. One can say so much about the parents, even if one has not met them by merely interacting with the child. My colleague and I, at the pre-school where we used to teach, would often observe how some children were already far ahead in their cognitive skills, verbal ability, creativity and social interaction when compared to their peers. And in all these cases, these were the children whose parents really spent time with them, talking to them, having conversations with them, reading to them, showing them glimpses of a wide world outside. The slower ones were generally the ones who used to be parked in front of the television for insane amounts of time.

To a child (and I think this is applicable to most adults too) love is spelt T.I.M.E. A child is truly a lump of clay and you can mould it whichever way you want. As an adult around a child, it is a behemoth, immense and a terrifying responsibility—the fact that everything you say does matter and makes a big difference.

I think each of us who interact with children (even if they are not your own) will do well to choose our words wisely when we talk to a child and remember the following brilliantly summed up words:

Children Learn What They Live

by Dorothy Law Nolte (1924 - 2005)

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

It's raining tags, hallelujah! :)

So many tags , so little time! Tags have been pending ,piling up , doing a merry back flip ,mocking me. I have been ignoring them for a while now. Finally today ,I decided to tackle all of them and finish them all, in a single post :-) Problem solved :-) (Shut up you tags, stop dancing)

Neha of Serendipity tagged me to write on 5 things about me I love. Suma of Aalochane tagged me to do a post on 5 things I love about being a mom/dad. Srivats of My thoughts keyboarded tagged me to write on good old days. Here goes:

Good Old days? By ‘Good Old days’ I am rewinding the clock 15 years back or may be 20. Well, I can call them old but I certainly can’t call them good. I can’t imagine what is so good about being a 17 year old gawky teenager so unsure of oneself, not knowing what one wants out of life, not able to distinguish between crushes and the real thing, feeling miserable because a guy you like does not have the guts to say it to you and thinking you will never get over him.

I also can’t imagine what is so good about not having Internet and mobile phones and having to spend a fortune calling up people if they moved to a different place. While hand written letters have their own charm, (but in retrospect they are charming now because they are out of choice not compulsion) it also meant waiting for 5 days (at the very minimum) to hear from someone you thought you loved.

So while good old days might bring back happy times and fond memories for many, I think for me, the only reason I can call them ‘good’ is because they are over!

Now, 5 things I love about being a mother..

1.It is just the feeling that you are the object of full and complete unconditional, unquestioned, purest of pure love, that I find so overwhelming.The feeling of completeness that is hard to explain till you experience it for yourself.

2.My children tell me at least 5 times a day how happy they are that I am their mother and not anyone else! I tell them that every child will be feeling the same way about their own mother. They say “No Mummy, you don’t know. Some mothers are horrible. Our friends tell us.” I don’t ask what their friends tell them. I really don’t want to know. I am just so overjoyed that my children think I am the best and that is enough for me.

3..My children are 11 and 8 and every night I have to lie down with them for at least 20 minutes to ‘make them sleep’. They use these 20 minutes very efficiently between themselves. My son tells my daughter, " For ten minutes mummy can lie in your bed, then she has to shift to mine." They keep a watch on the time and plead with me to lie with them for some more time. Usually during this time (which does not include the time I read them poetry) they talk and talk about their fears, their worries, their friends, their day. I simply love this time of the day and secretly I look forward to it as much as they do, though I do threaten them that if they fight I am not going to lie down with them to make them sleep. :-)

4.My daughter says “ Very sorry mummy, you are only the second most beautiful woman in the Universe.” Ever since my daughter watched Deepika Padukone in Om shanti Om I have been relegated to second place just like the Queen in snow white and seven dwarfs. My son does not agree with her despite having discovered Angelina Jolie and Geri Haliwell. “Mom you are a hundred million times better than them,” he says. “They are just celebrities and who knows what they are like inside. You are beautiful not just outside but inside too, mummy. I ADORE you.” He stretches the adore and says ‘adooooooooooooooore’ you to emphasise it and gives me the tightest hug. The smile on my face lasts the whole day.

5..Both think I cook well enough to start a restaurant.”Mmmm Mummy—divine” they say as they eat the dal-roti-salad I serve. Where else but from your children will you be crowned Gourmet queen for serving daily food?

Now third tag. (and I am finding this the hardest not because I am modest but because I am wondering how to limit it to just five things. Heh heh heh.)

5 things I love about myself.

1. My ability to laugh and make others laugh. Most people who know me in person will agree I am great fun to have around.

2. My Determination.If I have made up my mind about something I do it no matter how hard it is.

3. My social service streak. I have spent a huge chunk of my time volunteering with an organisation that educates street children. The work was very hard (Street children are not the easiest of people to deal with) in dirty, grubby conditions and you have to endure a lot of --well, to put it mildly--filth. These children come from the some of the worst living conditions on this planet and their sufferings, their battle for daily life, their struggle for what comes so easily to you and me is inspiring. I shall write a full post about it some time.

4.My acceptance of things I cannot change. Many times I try to change some things.I discover I can’t, no matter how hard I try. I accept and move on.That is the way it was meant to be.

5.The fact that I make time for people who are closest to me. No matter how busy I am, I make time for those who are important in my life. Life is short. No one has seen tomorrow. So I choose to spend my time well and spending it with ones I love is spending it very well.

Now as per the tag rules, I have to tag 5 other people.

For 5 things I love about being a mom/dad I tag:

Pink Dogwood

SGD

Life begins

Guruprasad

Niall

For Good Old days I tag:

Ramesh (It will be nice to read a business post from him on his views about what he perceives to be good old days_

Prashant Dhanke (Not sure if he does tags but if he does it would I am certain be hilarious)

Meira (I love the way she writes and want to know what she thinks are good old days)

Still thinking (I follow her blog and like her writing. It would be fun to read her)

Reflections (I love her honesty and approach to life)

For 5 things I love about myself I tag:

Ajay ( Write Write! If you aren’t starting a blog write in my comment box.Pretty please with honey on top. Not that honey.This is a family blog :-))

Suma (would love to read it. She always has an original and refreshing way of looking at things)

Rayne (Her creativity is outstanding and I love her spirit. She battles Crohn’s disease on a daily basis. You would never guess)

Amsko (would love to know more about her)

Prats of emotional ecoclogy (Hopefully this will lure her back to blogging.Last post was in April.I miss her posts)

If anyone else wants to do the tag (do it in my comment box if you don’t have a blog) consider yourself tagged! I will surely read.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Do you hear the flowers talk?

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I am sorry I had to remove this poem as it is under consideration for publication.

© 2009 Preeti Shenoy
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For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print.
If you're into poetry publishing and want to buy the rights to this poem please mail me on
ps @ preetisatish.com.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Love, friendship and a meeting

Hrishikesh Raghavan is the kind of guy who calls a spade a spade. He called me yesterday. Oh no, he did not call me a spade—called me as in a real ISD phone call. All the way from India. (Yeah, it always melts my heart when people call ISD, especially from India). A long phone call—we talked and talked. I felt so good.

Did I hear you ask Hrishikesh who? I guess I forgot to tell you about him. Hmmm—where do I begin? I could tell you that he is a driving enthusiast or a Motoring enthusiast who has done more number of miles in off roading events than the number of times you or I have had haircuts in our whole lives :-) [ In case you don’t know what Off roading is click on link] And in case you still aren’t impressed and want very minute and exact details see this, this ,this,this, this and finally the Golden quadrilateral drive which was done in just 4 days. Hrishikesh is big on cars (biased towards Tata vehicles he adds) having driven about 42000 km in an Omni, 97000 km on the Indica (so far), 67000 km on the Safari (so far). You’d be forgiven for thinking that is all he does. No—like the rest of us, he does have a full time job and is in a senior level position in a leading global IT company.

Funny thing is the image of Hrishi ( when you've known him for as long as I have you're allowed to call him Hrishi :-)) that is frozen in my mind is that of a 17 year old, tall lanky lad. That might be because we went to school together and then lost touch for about nineteen years. Then one fine day, thanks to the Internet and all the batchmates reunited sites, just as suddenly as we vanished out of each other’s lives, we were back in touch again. A quick exchange of mails led to an exchange of phone numbers. I was living in Bangalore at the time and he was in Chennai. So we spoke occasionally on the phone and I remember thinking he still sounded the same. His sister who was our junior at school, was in Bangalore at that time and she dropped in for a meal one evening. It was fun catching up.

Then I moved to Pune and ironically Hrishi moved to Bangalore. So we still didn’t meet. But we kept in touch through our alumni association of our school which is very active. Then one fine day, on a Sunday morning I get a call from Hrishi saying he is in Pune and whether we could meet. But it was too short a notice for me and my diary for the day was jam packed. He was staying at the other end of town and was going back early next morning. So we made loose plans based on a thousand contingencies which left as remote a chance of meeting as Australia has of winning the T-20.

I was dropping my daughter to dance class and had to pick her up in an hour and fifteen minutes. I suddenly get a text from Hrishi saying he was on MG. Road and which part of the city was I in? I was just two kilometres away from him and wonder of wonders (unlike Australia winning the T-20 this time) we managed to meet after a dozen frantic phone calls of ‘where are you’, “I can’t see you yet”. Being a Sunday, MG Road in Pune gets converted to a walking plaza and all vehicles are banned and the atmosphere is very carnivalesque. We managed to locate each other guided by the Giant bouncing castles (there were two of them to cause confusion on a 1 kilometre stretch). I had no idea how Hrishi looked like now, as we had not exchanged any photos and the last we saw of each other was nineteen years back. I didn’t know how I would recognise him, but I knew I would.

Then I saw him waving out to me and it was truly a oh-my-god-look-at-you moment for both of us! He still looked very much the same except for beginning to resemble George Clooney in a stylish way. The first thing Hrishi said as soon as he saw me was “ Wow !My sister was right. You look like a model!” That was one of the nicest things I have heard ever since I gave birth to two kids. You don’t hear lines like these often. You could say the high I got was better than the high you get after downing three tequila shots. I had only ten minutes left as I had to pick up my daughter. Hrishi wanted to click a picture (and I was really glad he was carrying a camera. Some moments are truly worth freezing) and we asked a passer by to click and he obliged. Here is the picture which he sent to me on 9th June (yes this very day) last year with a mail that said “Here’s the photograph as promised. It was fantastic meeting you.”

In October that year when I had my book launch at Crossword Bangalore, Hrishi came for it. (see picture on left) He stood silently in the background watching the whole thing, watching me sign books, doing the talk, doing the photo sessions, answering the reporters (click here to see a video of a collection of a photos of it) and he quietly clicked photos. I felt so bad that I could not even talk to him properly. Then when everyone had left, I quickly dialled his mobile—and he was still waiting. We had dinner together and I introduced him to my family and close friends who we were staying with. We went for a drive in his SUV and I felt happy that he got along so well with my husband and with my friends. I secretly felt proud of him too to boast that he was my good friend.

It is truly miraculous how you think some people have vanished forever out of your life and they come right back and you pick up the pieces like you never left off. What makes it even more wonderful is that it renews my faith in the saying “Love and friendship have a power.”

They truly do.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

What you need to know in the Dating Mating game

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Apologies if you have come here looking for a post to read. This will soon appear in my 3rd book called 'A 2nd Jar of Bubblegums and Candies'. I had to remove it as making it available online would be very unfair to my publishers who have placed so much trust in me.
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Addendum:
  • After I published the post, Arun Nair got in touch with me and said he really loved my post. This post was of course humuorous and meant to be taken lightly. In case you want to read a very nicely analysed piece of Man-woman thing, please click here to read an in depth piece, which he wrote.
  • The latest issue of Readers Digest Joy has an article by me on Children's Fitness. (some of you said that this is like a Magazine article. Yeah, I do write for magazines too :) Somewhere it is bound to show!
  • Some said that this piece reminded them of 'He's just not that into you'. I haven't read it. Now I have to!

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Finishing post! (blog marathon post 31)

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Hi all,

Today is the last day of the blog marathon. 31 posts in 31 days and all I have to show for it is a crazy (but very real) sense of achievement and of course the lovely lovely things that you all have been saying. Absolute music to any writer’s ears—I am no different.

The response I have got here is tremendous. I really appreciate all of you who took time off to leave me a comment, because like I said here, comments or feedback is what any author or blogger looks for. I have been consistently getting more than 400 page views a day! That is a whopping 2800 in just a week! Out of this huge number, it is just a handful of people who have bothered to comment and write in. Most just read and leave. And since most of you who comment here regularly blog yourselves, you all know what I am talking about when I say that positive comments encourage you so much to write. They matter a lot. So a big, deep and a heartfelt thanks to all of you who commented here! You had an important part to play in this marathon story. [Okay and a thanks to all who read too, but could not or would not comment for whatever reasons. :-)]

Many of you have written to me asking me to extend this marathon. (How flattering—I am floating—please lower me gently back to Earth—ah, that’s good—thank you!) As much as I have enjoyed it, I am also heaving a sigh of relief that it is over. The thing is, I have, day after day, consistently come up with ‘good posts’ and not just tags or filler posts (you know what I mean) and I have responded to each and every comment (I think) unless the comment has been made days after the post was published. I have worked hard at my writing. I have sat up every night, long after my children have slept. Usually, we have a bed time ritual where I lie down with them for about 15 minutes and after I finish reading them a story, they talk and talk. I enjoy that so much and look forward to it. Then I tuck them in and leave the room. Some days it has been so hectic that I have not even done that. Satish has been encouraging me so much, holding the fort down, cooking at times, clearing up after dinner, helping the kids, while I sat at my computer writing posts. He has been one person who reassured me to take this up and ‘just do it’ and if he had not been so supportive I definitely could not have done it. I had visitors from India for a week, my son had very important national level exams, my daughter celebrated her 8th birthday—so you can imagine how hectic it was at home.

Another person who has really helped and motivated me is one of my closest friends--Ajay. He was also very insistent that I take it up. Almost every day he would remind me that deadline is ticking and had I written the post for next day? He would be the first to tell me that my writing was brilliant or outstanding. He would point out typos after the post was published and I'd quickly correct them before they were noticed. Often he would pick out something which was exactly what I had been thinking too and we would discuss it. He made it so much fun, rather than a task! One time, when I was really exhausted, he even wrote a guest post for me (despite being a non-blogger, he rose beautifully to the occasion) and I gratefully converted it to the post for the day by writing a quick preceding paragraph.

Now having finished this marathon, I can get back to completing my second book, which is mid way through. My first is doing really well (I am told by the publisher and by my many friends who check at book stores regularly).

This does not mean that I am saying a good bye! Of course, I will blog. But certainly not everyday. I will try to blog at least twice a week. (and I promise good posts) :-)

So see you around and I know you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Warmest regards,

Preeti

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

May the best man win :-) (Blog marathon post 30)



At an award winning Nature centre, surrounded by pristine natural beauty and a few thousand birds, amidst lush green acres of woods, sparkling streams, grassland, fields of butter cup and bliss, we sat quietly, content in silence, contemplative in thought. The children were quiet too and so was our friend who had come with us. Some of the birds were so tame that they were eating out of my hand.(yes--that's me feeding the bird)

Later when we stood watching, there was this lapwing which dived in and aggressively pushed another bird out of its way.
"Males," said this friend with an understanding smile. " It is the fight in the mating ritual."
"How do you know they are males?" asked my son.
"The Males are always more attractive than the females. See the stag with its majestic horns, see the peacock, see the guppy fishes," I said. "The males have to impress the females so the females can choose whom to mate with; The males have to be very attractive so the females will look at them." I added.
"Except in the humans--the females are more attractive," said my husband.
"That is because the guys need not be good looking to impress them. They can impress them with their fancy cars and bank balances. The poor birds can't do that," I said and everybody burst out laughing.

It is inherent in nature--this male competitiveness. Men just have to show off. No man can digest a woman praising another man.



Look at the video above. (I just love that song) So typical of a man! :-)

Women are far more subtle. Far more complex. Far more cleverer when it comes to reading non-verbal clues. And when it comes to flirting too. Poor men have miles to go in that department.

That is just how nature intended it to be--and that is just the way it is.
Like it or not!

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Thirty nosey fun questions.(blog marathon post 29)


Isn't blogging a little bit Voyeuristic? It's like a peep into someone's diary but only the bits they choose to reveal. Perhaps, that is why it is so much fun! You get to know so much about people and sometimes the bloggers know much more about each other than even the closest friends. No wonder most blog meets are such a resounding success. Minds have already met, shook hands, explored and got to know each other rather well. (The photo above is from a blog meet I attended which was really nice--left to right--Aprajita, Tarun,Moksh,Rohit, Vineet and Roshan) (click on their names to be taken to their blogs)

Here are 30 nosey questions that are easy and fun to answer. I found 50 of these in a meme here.

I chose the most interesting thirty ones. Copy paste these questions in the comment box and give your answers after each question.( If you give only the answers with the serial numbers it wont be much fun as one has to keep scrolling up to look at the questions)

Happy peeping into one another's lives!


1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

6. What are you wearing right now?

7. Do you label yourself?

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?

9.Bright or Dark Room?

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?

11. What does your watch look like?

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?

13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

14. What's a word that you say a lot?

15. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children)

16. Last furry thing you touched?

17. Favourite age you have been so far?

18. What was the last thing you said to someone?

19.The last song you listened to?

20. Where did you live in 1987?

21. Are you jealous of anyone?

22. Is anyone jealous of you?

23. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

24. What’s your favourite town/city?

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

26. Can you change the oil on a car?

27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

28. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

29.What is your current desktop picture?

30. Have you been burnt by love?


Here are my answers
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1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Why do I look so haunted? Thats what I thought.

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?

Had to actually check..About 30 pounds.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

Floor, More, Shore, Chore, Pour, Four, Explore, Implore (Can't help it--all these words just tumbled out)

4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

Mayank Mittal

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

Tired of being Sorry--Ringside (Watch it by clicking on it-it's a superb video)

6. What are you wearing right now?

Three fourths and a tee.

7. Do you label yourself?

Of course not. I can identify all my body parts ! LOL.

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?

Reebok

9.Bright or Dark Room?

Depends on what I am upto. ;-)

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?

Since I got it from Buzzing fridge's blog, i think he/she is sweet and interesting.

11. What does your watch look like?

I have four. All expensive, branded including a G-shock

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Watching Anthea Turner :P

13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

I am going for a meeting. Can you come at sharp 11 please.

14. What's a word that you say a lot?

Ok

15. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children)

Nikhil :-)

16. Last furry thing you touched?

A furry soft toy

17. Favourite age you have been so far?

Present age-- I am so sure of myself.

18. What was the last thing you said to someone before doing this?

If I didn't take care of you, you'd be lost.


19.The last song you listened to?

Where the streets have no name--U2

20. Where did you live in 1987?

Chennai, India.

21. Are you jealous of anyone?

Sometimes I am.

22. Is anyone jealous of you?

I think many a time :-)

23. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

My ring, My dad's pendant that he used to wear and the third-- errr..my teeth?

24. What’s your favourite town/city?

Norwich :P

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

May 1st--and he hasn't yet got it :(

26. Can you change the oil on a car?

Heck no!

27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

He was travelling abroad and was waiting to get back home to his family.

28. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

Only my aching heart

29.What is your current desktop picture?
The HP special edition wall paper--a kind of modern art

30. Have you been burnt by love?
Scorched--third degree. Where do you think all those paintings and poetry comes from? ;-)



Your turn now!! Go on, do it! Don't be a spoil sport--and trust me, it's great fun!

Monday, June 01, 2009

Cleverly Conjured (Blog marathon post 28)

I am sorry I had to remove this poem as it is under consideration for publication.© 2009 Preeti Shenoy
For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print.

ps @ preetisatish.com.