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In India soon :)

Hi all, Apologies if I have not responded to anyone who has written to me and asked me my travel dates--it is pure oversight. Making amends through this blog post, because I know you would read it for sure! :-) Many of you wanted to meet me and wanted me to sign your copy of the book. I am reaching Mumbai  on 13th(yes! day after tomorrow!)  noon (Hooray!). I would be leaving on 15th. I am meeting Guru and Shru at this lovely place   (thanks to Guru's suggestion) at  Juhu, Mumbai on 14th (December) morning .  If anyone wants to join us, please let Guru or Shru, know. :-) I would be in Bangalore from  18th to 22nd. A few of us are planning to meet on 20th (December) morning , at Cafe Coffee Day, Indiranagar, 100 feet road. Prashant  (he won the Royal Challengers Contest and is the Chief blogger of RCB), Prats   and  Varun will be there and Gazal   too. If  you want to join us, please let Prashant or Prats know. I would be having limited Internet access and so ther

The Blue Chrysanthemums (Wordless wednesday no.17)

I stumbled upon this wonderful poem , I just had to mail it to him. He slipped away from work at lunch time, Hiding these blue chrysanthemums Behind his back. And he rang the bell. I laughed in delight At the unexpected surprise And he looked at me with a kind of look that comes Only when love burns with an intense depth No words were needed His eyes said it all But still he said them to me, "For the most beautiful woman, in my eyes," I smiled to hide my bashfulness, my joy And asked him to have lunch But my heart had already begun to hum And it was hard to drown the song. I still hear the music. And I smile. I feel Cherished and loved The best feeling to have. © 2009 Preeti Shenoy For more poems click here . Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission. Photo clicked by Atul Shenoy. Initially was going to post only the photo for Wordless Wednesday. But the flowers and the feelings associated wi

The perfect pet

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.

A personal note from me to you

What amazing and loyal readers I have! No wonder I keep posting so regularly despite having such a crazily hectic schedule. I also gave my blog a new makeover. It now has all the links right on top, to all the stuff I do, which was missing earlier. I really like the new look and I am sure you will too. The notebook was getting a bit too cluttered and one could not find the tabs. This one is so much simpler, neater and cuter too :-) [New improved like the adverts go] I even managed to fit my 'current mood video' in a tiny box--do listen to it for an instant 'perk me up' feel :-) So many of you discovered that my blog has been nominated for 'Best personal Blog' by Indibloggies and you wrote to me saying you have already voted for me--even before I asked! I was really surprised by the number of mails I got--A big thank you to all of you who wrote to me and voted for me too. And if you have been a silent reader it would take you only a minute of your time to ma

A special day

Like all men, he thinks his mother is the best cook in the world. Like all most men he also thinks his mother is the most beautiful woman on this planet. He loves bikes and cars and can identify a lot of cars as soon as he sees them. He loves Call of duty and is really good at it.He also likes to play Chess. He plays Football. He also paints pictures. He loves to read and has read all the Harry Potter books, all the Roald Dahls, most of the Cornelia Funkes. He loves Paul Jennings too. He also likes doing Science experiments and he finds Math fun. He clicks the most amazing photographs. I am almost always, delighted with his pictures. See for yourself--I have put together a small selection of pictures that he has clicked. (His favourite subject in people, is me :-) ) He teases his sister mercilessly and also fights with her but will fly like a lion to her defence if anyone dares mess with her. He is fiercely protective of her and 'watches out' for her. He brings

Jack Sparrow -Acrylic on canvas . Wordless Wednesday No.17

This is the very first time I am using Acrylic in my life! This is Acrylic on Canvas. Size: 12"x 16" (30.4 cms x 40.6 cms) ps: Also see current mood video on right (scroll down) :)

Let them live

Like life mocking death Water droplets on a dead leaf Once green, proud and vibrant Now discarded, replaced with no fuss or grief Reminding you of outgrown relationships That soared at their peak No longer possible to retrieve But just like the droplets, memories seek A niche to stand out, a place to exist Tear them not to shreds Let them live out their old splendour At least inside your heads. © 2009 Preeti Shenoy For more poems click here . Some poems have already appeared in print. Yesterday I saw this leaf lying on the side of the road and it made me want to click this photo.(Please enlarge and view it to see its full beauty) It inspired me to write the above poem too. It is a simple (but deep) poem that speaks for itself. Think about the message in it. Once you let someone into your heart, a part of them becomes a part of you. Like the line from the song Hotel California goes "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."(See my current m

Doodle art

Doodling is something everybody can do. But doodle art is taking it to a higher level, really. I loved both these pictures that my children created. The one above was done by my son who will soon be 12 and one below was done by my daughter aged 8. Both are done on a A4 size paper. Winter has set in and it gets dark these days in the evenings at 4.30 itself. It is pitch black and biting-freezing cold. But things like doodle art is indeed time creatively spent instead of being parked in front of televisions and PSPs and X boxes. [Somehow I am partial to Wii :)] All you need is a blank paper, sketch pens and some imagination. Want to do doodle art? Tempting, isn't it? :-)

Do not cry because it is over. Smile because it happened.

My dad would have celebrated his 69th birthday tomorrow. Actually, that is not true. We would have celebrated. He would have just played along good naturedly. He was the kind who celebrated life every single day. "Thaaank you my dear," I can hear him say in his deep voice, as I call to wish him. His positive attitude, zest for life, his deep empathy for others , his ability to be like a rock, his tall stature (he was 6 feet), his love for driving, the superb way he could handle a car, a bike and finances too, his ability to laugh with us, even when we pulled his leg, his love for long walks , fitness and exercise, the endless debates and discussions I had with him, his teaching me to skim throw a stone, his teaching me and my brother to swim, his playing frisbee with my brother and me on the beach, the 'general knowledge' quiz questions he used to ask us , his love for western movies, his very practical nature, his go-getting ability, his genuine love for people

Can I have a Fosters, Mom ?

" "W 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.

A tag--7 secrets confessed :)

Rohit from "The journey " tagged me with this one and gave me an award too! How can I refuse now? :-) This is a really hard one because actually it would be a lie if I confessed 7 things that NO ONE knows about me. Come on! How can no one not know? Someone would have known but might have chosen to keep quiet or might have forgotten, isn’t it? I have blogged so much now, for the last three years that I honestly do not remember exactly what I have written. So with that concession in place, here goes my post: 1. I can write legibly with my left hand. When I was a child I fell down and fractured my right hand. I had to go to school though with a cast. I was so bored in class, of sitting still ,that I began writing with my left. 2. I cannot cook and talk on the phone. Yeah I know, women are supposed to be good at multi-tasking. But for some reason, I can’t cook and talk at the same the time. If I am cooking I hang up. 3. I know to handle an A

Pencil Portraits

Many of you have mailed me asking me about my Portraits, and so I thought I'd do a post to answer all the FAQs. (That way, I can point those who really want to know to this post and save the trouble of explaining same thing each time) :-) These are the last three portraits that I did and I am very pleased with them. (I have done about 21 so far) . [Click to enlarge] Some of you must have already seen these portraits on my Facebook account and on my Art site. To many others these must be new :-) Click here if you want to see all the portraits I have done so far. Most people who draw agree that Human body (Life drawings) is one of the most difficult things to draw, followed by Human Portraits. In a human body, it is indeed hard to draw a realistic figure. In a human portrait it is hard to get a good likeness. Portraits have always fascinated me because everyone has 2 eyebrows, 2 eyes, a nose and a mouth. The combinations of these shapes produce millions and millions of d

Cherish those small moments (wordless wednesday No.16)

Hello everybody, hello, hello hello! (waving hand in the air. Everyone applauds. Thank you!) :-) Yes, I am alive. Yes, I am well. Thank you so much to all who called, to all who mailed and to all who asked. I haven’t been online at all as I wasn’t well for a few days (horrible flu but not the swine) and then as soon as I recovered I went to Derby to visit Niall . It was awesome! (Picture clicked in Niall’s drawing room. You can see his brilliant work on the wall. It was a privilege for me to see his pictures which I am so familiar with.) My portraiture course is really intensive and it takes up almost all my time. Add to that writing my second book and of course, the famous housework which I mentioned in my previous post , precious time with my darling babies and you can see why it took me so long to even reply to my blog comments. I am sure you will understand. This morning I got a request in my mail box ( request ho tho aisi! ) from Ruch of Nirjharini . Th

Phoren country, Desi Dil

Apologies to all my English friends and to my non-Hindi speaking friends who read my blog as I have used a lot of Hindi words and Hindi movie references in this post. The subtle and not so subtle differences in living in UK and India. For 37 years of my life I lived in India. I was born in India, raised in India, have visited almost every state in India and have studied in educational Institutions in four different parts of India and also speak 6 different Indian languages. In other words, I am one hundred percent Indian.(and a very patriotic one at that) Then one fine day, we moved lock stock and barrel (Okay, not barrel. My husband is NOT fat and I am certainly not calling him a barrel) to the UK and it was a great eye-opener for me about how less than 0.9 percent of world’s population lived and how I had to adjust and adapt to their ways , after living life MY way for so very long. You can teach an old dog new tricks, but the dog has to be willing to learn. Most importantly