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Recharge your soul.

No matter how old you are, no matter what you do for a living, no matter what place you are in, right now, I am sure you have that little problem, that little thing which needs to be taken care of, that small (or big) problem which needs to be sorted. Sometimes, we get so busy focussing on doing that we forget on just being. Sometimes we get so caught up in the journey and  reaching the final destination that we forget that the journey and how one enjoys it, is what matters more than the destination. Life always throws us challenges. Just when we think we have it all figured out-- POW, there comes a knock and you don't know what hit you. Sometimes, there is no time even duck. We all need a little special something, every now and then, to keep us going. We need that little pampering. We need that time out. We need to recharge our souls with what makes us truly happy. We owe it to ourselves. Only if you are happy, will you make your loved ones happy. If you are empty within, y

Yet another pencil portrait

This is a portrait I completed today. It took me about three hours to make this. The paper is an A3 size. He is one of  our closest friends. He is a remarkable and an extremely smart person and he was featured in Outlook Business for his niche business of parking management. Click here to read the article. But to us, times with Sathya are always  GREAT times (oh, the amount of crazy things that  Sathya and Satish have done together! I will have to write a whole book about it :))  and one of his lesser known skills is bar-tending. :-) (He makes some amazing cocktails) It is his birthday next week  and this portrait is an early b'day gift. Happy birthday Sathya and here is wishing you  all success and  knowing you will reach even greater heights! ________________________________________________________________ ps: To know more about how I make these portraits and the techniques I use go here

The best certificate in the world.

How the children address me and their dad, depends entirely on their mood. If it is urgent, they call me "MAAAAA..." . If they are with their friends (and they always talk in a Brit accent if they are) then it is "Mum" ( with stress on the right syllables the way a native English speaker would say it) If they are feeling very affectionate, it is "Mommini", a word they made up. They even call me "Cutie-pie Mommy" :) Sometimes even "cutie." It's the same for their dad. They call him "Pa" or "Papa" or even "Poppet" or "Poppy" and sometimes even "poppy doopy doo" :-) One of the things their dad does particulary well with them is baking a cake. (Yeah, he bakes and he bakes well) They love helping him to bake while I watch them, the two little helpers scampering about, carrying out the instructions of the Master Chef. :-) The other day , for a change, I  baked a lovely chocolate

Vive La friendships!

There are friends who you may have known for 23 years, yet never got really close to, if you know what I mean. Then there are friends to whom you have never spoken for 23 years, but when you do, it is as though the years have vanished like vapour and there is your bond, just as strong, just as good, just where you left it. When the latter happens, it is indeed magic  and I have just received a large dose of magic just now and I am still floating in air with silly grin on my face, smiling at it all. I have just reconnected with a friend who was my classmate and with whom I had lost touch for 23 years. Last time I saw Ilakshee was in 1987. She gave me a little card then. There was no Internet those days and partings meant you had to write by snail mail if you wanted to keep in touch. We never kept in touch but I treasured the card  (click on the above pictures to enlarge and read) . I am so glad I am a memory keeper that way. Everything that I treasure, and anything that moves

A tribute to one of the coolest people I have known

He was a real cool guy, you know, my dad. I mean really cool. He used to drive really well. He loved it. It was his passion. At that time (and this was a long time ago when we were little children) , his job involved a lot of travel around Karnataka and you bet, he drove. When we had summer holidays, those were the best times. My brother, my mum and I would travel with him.The part I remember most was how expertly he used to navigate the hair-pin bends in the Western Ghats which can be treacherous if you have no expertise. My brother and I would slide in the back seat from one end of the seat to the other (whoever heard of seat belts, back then :-)) , as the car swerved and we would shout "Whooooo..Daddy another hair-pin bend coming. Once more, daddy once more!" When I was 16 or maybe 17, he taught me how to drive, in an Ambassador car . He was a tough teacher. The slightest of noise while changing the gear and 'thwack' there would be a sharp twang across my fore

Music connects

There is something so deep, so primal and so uplifting in music that it is hard to pour into words, the emotions they evoke. Someone had said "Music is what feelings sound like". Oh how true! Rabindranath Tagore had said " Music fills the infinite between two souls". If you have connected with someone over music, if you have liked the songs they have or if someone has sent you a song, and you loved it, then I am sure you will agree with Tagore. One of my favourite and most inspiring movies, to this day remains ' The Shawshank redemption'   which is an uplifting tale of triumph over adversity and also about deep friendships.( It is a must watch if you haven't seen it). The Opera scene in the movie, is one which I can watch over and over again. I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something

Measured Love

Measured Love Measured Love Doled out in doses The exact prescribed amount To keep a relationship from dying It is only enough To sustain the bare bones The flesh has long withered Dried up, an unused abandoned well Where there was life once Not even death wants to visit now All that exists Is the skeleton, Protruding   bones Hollow cheeks and eyes that haunt Still subsisting On measured love Starved  now There is not an ounce Of energy or inclination left To even beg For a scrap of affection. It is raining elsewhere though It floods and drowns At all the wrong places Where it's not even appreciated Yet the skeleton still stands Blending in well With the famine drenched land Waiting patiently For its daily dose Of measured love. © 2010 Preeti Shenoy For more poems click here . Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.