Monday, August 31, 2015

All for love--how love blinds us.

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Satish and I were talking this morning. The papers were full of the details of the recent murder case that has been rocking the nation. It gets murkier and murkier. There is just too much negativity for me to even dwell on it, I said. And the extent to which people can go to--heinous and unimaginable. He understood.

We spoke then---about relationships.
About egos in relationships.About our need to be loved.
Appreciated and liked for who we are.
Our need to be understood and accepted.
Human beings are social creatures. We want to connect. We want to be heard.
Most of all we want to matter.

No wonder we form the strangest of connections.We forgive those whom we love. Even if they have hurt us, trampled over us, we turn a blind eye. We are too attached--too connected. We need them in our lives like a cocaine addict needs his next fix. We imagine our lives will be meaningless without them.
Love blinds us and binds us in ways that we can never even attempt to escape. It distorts our vision and our senses.

I read the last letter of Jiah Khan that her mother released to the media. I felt sorry because it was clearly a misguided notion of what love should be.

You cannot let your happiness depend on one single person, no matter how much you love them.
You have to love yourself a little more.

It's such a funny thing this love. It takes you high but it can kill too.
But only if you allow it to take over you.

Keep it in you. Give it freely to all who come your way. Love with an open heart.

Care for others. But do take care of yourself first.

Will blog again soon.
Until then---stay happy and be grateful for the ones in your life whom you love and who love you back.
Forget the rest. They don't matter.

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Friday, August 21, 2015

A letter from France, Bruce Dickinson and BNLF 2015

Something lovely happened the other day. I got a nice email from a reader in France.

I share it below with her permission:(click to enlarge)

It always feels wonderful when people from a different culture are able to relate to my writing.

Another bit of news from my end is that I will be a keynote speaker along with Bruce Dickinson (yes yes--the same Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden!) at Mumbai as a part of BNLF 2015
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You can find all details on the site--read their FAQs too.

Other than that I have been BURIED under the second edits of my book. I had mentioned what writing a book involves.  So you can imagine how it has been for me. I emerge from my cocoon only for coffee/chai breaks. I am quite excited about this book, and will give you details soon.

Guess what I will be doing over the weekend? Of course you guessed it---finishing my edits. Sigh. Writer's life.
But I am not complaining. I really am not :) One has to endure the discomfort of pregnancy to have a baby!
Will post again soon and next time nothing about the book--I promise :)

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

The weeks gone by

It is amazing how time flies. It seems like just yesterday that I posted here, and now I check the blog and it is more than three weeks. Almost a month. Terrible, this neglect. Had this blog been a garden it would be full of nettles, overgrown weeds, touch-me-nots perhaps, and creepers climbing unto where they shouldn't be, moss, grass and a million such things which spring up when you are inattentive.

But the good thing is, neglect, no matter how dense can be wipe out with a single hour of hard work. That is what I did with my garden too, today. I weeded, threw out the dead leaves, trimmed a few plants that needed it, repotted  some where the roots had outgrown the container, added fertiliser to the others and at the end of an hour it looked loved, cared for. And now it is the blog's turn. Here I am--fret not :) *big hug*.

A lot has been happening in my life. A writer I admire a great deal (and a friend too now) Shinie Antony had launched her book 'Orphanage of words' and it was a treat to attend the book launch. She and Ricky Kej put up a great show, reading brilliant snippets from her writing, each line read like a poem.

Shinie Antony and Ricky Kej

The following week, I attended the litfest organised by SIWE (South Indian Writer's Ensemble) in Kerala. It was a superbly organised festival and I had two sessions. One was with Shinie Antony where we discussed 'Matters of the heart' and another called 'Muse in the marketplace' as a part of the panel which consisted of Vani mahesh, Pankaj Dubey and Benyamin. It was great to meet so many brilliant minds.

Shine and me at SIWE litfest
Listening to Benyamin and the large screen in the background

To see more pictures of the SIWE lit fest, go here.

The last few weeks have gone in a blur. Every morning I would wake up and attack my manuscript of my next book. My first edits had come in. If you want to know what the first edits involve and what writing a book involves click here.

I had no clue when the sun rose or set, what date it was, and what was happening in the outside world. My world began and ended with my book! Incidentally for those who are curious my next is a non-fiction book. I have researched hours and hours for it. And each piece in it would be something relevant to us--something that would help us connect with our loved ones better, something that gives us answers to questions we were too afraid to ask but always wanted to know. I am pretty excited about how it has all finally turned out, but I will tell you more details  a bit later. Right now, it is like I have come up gasping for air and have finally started noticing my surroundings.

I clicked a selfie to commemorate the occasion of finishing the first edit of my 7th book. 
Here it is--the joy evident on my face

Hope your weeks have been good and productive too.
I shall come back again soon. 
And this time no neglect. I promise :)


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