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Imagination can take you places

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand .” said Albert Einstein. I whole heartedly agree. I believe it is extremely important, especially in children to nurture imagination and make it grow. Most children are imaginative. But formal schooling which lays emphasis on scoring marks by giving exact answers (especially in many of the Indian schools) mostly kills imagination.  Most schools in India, have printed colouring books for Art (especially in the lower classes) and they expect the children to colour within the lines. This is an activity which totally kills creativity and imagination.(If you want to know why read this ). I do wholeheartedly endorse Susan Striker's 10 cardinal rules for teaching Art. (a long time back I used to teach Art to children and these rules were exactly what I believed in)   Anti-colouring bo

The most beautiful person in the whole world

Today is one of those days when nothing has gone right. It's been a lousy day through and through. And on days like this, it really shows on my face. My daughter (who is nine) is very perceptive. One look at me and she knows what is going on inside my head. Sometimes I think she must have been a crystal gazer in her previous avatar. "Mum," she  asks, "Are you fed up of life?" (yeah, the kid says stuff like that. I am convinced she is an old, old soul in a young body) " Yes, I feel like that,"  I reply. "Mum, I must tell you one thing honestly. Even if you have pimples or all those marks on your face, you are the most beautiful person in the whole world." I am so amused I chuckle. " Thank you ," I say. And I mean it. And I know she means it too. _____________________________________________ Ps: There is a fun contest happening on FB page of 'Life is what you make it'. It is 'Can you tell a story in 6 wo

Reviews and Dial a book--Life is what you make it .A novel by Preeti Shenoy.

As might be expected and understandable, it is my second book which has completely taken over my life these days. The photo above was clicked two days back, minutes after I got my second book in my hand. This is what the back cover says: (click to enlarge and read it) Many people had already pre-ordered the book, and many of them got it even before I did!  The initial reviews which are coming in are excellent, heart-warming and extremely positive. Here is  what people have said about the book: Sucheta Tiwari said: Preeti has dealt with a real issue in a very real manner. Mental health is real. It exists and making it a taboo only accentuates the problem. She tells us that pretty girls who have it all can have a disease of the mind as much as they can have a road accident. They can also deal with it if given the right kind of support. I only have to say that a hundred bucks is nothing for a read like this. Generally books from young, new authors are considered lig

500 posts and a photo journey down the memory lane.

Today is a rather special day. There are several reasons , the most important two being 1.My second book hit the Delhi book stores today! 2.This is my 500th post!! Five hundred posts is a lot. It has been 4 years and 4 months since I started this blog. My life has changed such a lot in these four years—something that I never even imagined or thought possible even in my wildest dreams. It has meandered, curved, taken a path I would never even have known was an option. Yet, here I am today, a published author of two books and third and fourth in the pipeline. (Yes , I am already halfway through my third book!) Most people who have read my first book (incidentally it is a national best-seller having sold more than 24000 copies and still counting) know how I got here. They know how deeply my dad’s sudden death affected me.  I had no one to talk to and even those I considered ‘good friends’ suddenly got busy when they saw a grief stricken shattered side of me, which was r

The Turtle and the Moonfish--the story continues

 Some time back I had written a poem about the Turtle and the Moonfish. This is Part 2 of what happened since then. Click here to read the first poem.   The Turtle and the moon fish--the story continues Over the horizon, Under the sea, The turtle had got over the moonfish And had let the past be. Along came a Starfish, So friendly and kind. It was just the antidote, A bruised turtle hoped to find. They laughed and they talked, And spent many happy hours together. They liked each other (a lot), And said would be there forever, for each other. The turtle sang and celebrated, And   she felt so grateful. For getting a true friend, Her heart was overflowing and full. She thought over it (a lot), As she had been hurt before. She wanted to be safe, Yet, she longed for more. Finally she decided, Risk it she must. She would tell him of her love, And in  her love she would trust. She was  certain he loved her too, So she told him and she waited. But as each day passed, Her heart littl

Song of the Flower--Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn. At dawn I unite with the breeze To announce the coming of light; At eventide I join the birds In bidding the light farewell. The plains are decorated with My beautiful colors, and the air Is scented with my fragrance. As I embrace Slumber the eyes of Night watch over me, and as I Awaken I stare at the sun, which is The only eye of the day. I drink dew for wine, and hearken to The voices of the birds, and dance To the rhythmic swaying of the grass. I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. But I look up high to see only the light, And never l

On Sheila, Munni and other things

Singing is one thing I just cannot do, even to save my life. I have absolutely no musical inclination whatsoever. I can paint, I can make extremely realistic portraits, I can write, I can play basket-ball, I can bowl a leg-spin  and even do a perfect chakrasana in Yoga. But when it comes to singing--I'd rather run a mile. Or perhaps that  statement should be slightly altered to say, those around me would rather run a mile :-) I swear I don't sing badly at all. After all, I have taught at a pre-school (for children in the age group 2-4) where I sang nursery rhymes all the time. There is a certain grace and poise in singing "People in the bus bounce up and down" while jumping up and down, without looking like a complete moron. :-))  You have to jump elegantly and sing loudly enough so that the child in the back row doesn't fall asleep. The children loved it, I swear! They always asked me "Preeti aunty, can we please sing 'up and down'?" And I ob

A chance to win signed copies of BOTH my books

Do you believe in destiny? Do you think it is possible to alter one's life path? Are things in life pre-ordained or is life truly what you make it? What do you say? Join in the discussions on this page and express your views. One lucky winner will be chosen and will get a signed copy of  both my books--'34 bubblegums and Candies' (which was a national best-seller) as well as 'Life is what you make it'.The name of the lucky winner will be announced on 12th February 2011, by Rules:  1.  Please post your opinions only on the Facebook page . (you can post any other comments here) 2. If you do not have a facebook account it just takes a few minutes to create one! 3.You can write as much as you want or as little as you want! 4.Post your entries before 12th Feb    Good luck! ________________________________________________________________

Do not believe ANYONE who says you can't

Do you have a dream? Perhaps you dream to be a published author. Perhaps you dream to be a personal coach or maybe your dream is to own six mansions in six different cities in the world.Maybe you want to lose weight. Perhaps you want a perfect body with six pack abs. Or maybe you want better health, a better job. All of us have some desires, some dreams. We're only human. And as humans do, we talk about them to our closest friends or our family, the ones with whom we feel most comfortable. A thing that I have noticed is that very often, the first reaction of the person you share your dreams/desires with is that they will point out the reasons why it cannot be done, or why it is a bad idea. They will , in nine cases out of ten, play the devil's advocate. Maybe they think that they are being realistic here by pointing out the pitfalls in your plans (if you have made them) or telling you why it is difficult to realise (if it is a pipe-dream). They may be trying to protect y

Life is what you make it--Facebook page

 Just created the Facebook page for my second book, which will be out by the end of this month. You will join in, won't you? :-) And don't forget to leave me a comment here wishing me luck when you're done! :) (I do need it! Have worked so hard for this book). You've all been so sweet!