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Have you taken stock lately?

Having got back from an amazing holiday , where I had a lot of time to lie in a hammock, gaze at the blue blue sky punctuated with the deep green coconut trees, accompanied by the gentle lap-lapping sounds of the waves of the beautiful backwaters, as they kissed the rocky embankment, I  discovered the luxury of time, as well as a  lot of answers to questions I always pondered about. The hammock that brought introspection I thought about all the people who were in my life who arent there anymore. I thought about all the people who I thought would remain, but who left. I thought about the ones I thought who had left for good but came back, with connections stronger than ever. I thought about the ones I presumed were insignificant but who ended up playing a major role. I thought about the ones who shaped me, ones who made me laugh, the ones I considered my very own and finally the ones who betrayed, sometimes the last two being the one and the same. I am certain there are

A photo shoot on a Sunday morning

 'Tea for two and a piece of cake ' has been doing really well. (Touch wood please, I am superstitious that way.). It is going  into  third impression soon and my publishers ( Random House India who are really sweet to me) wanted a nice  high resolution colour picture of me. So Sunday morning was spent in a photo-shoot, the photographers being my husband and two kids (aged 14 and 11). My daughter of course, doubled up as the fashion director as well. My doggie was an eager participant. She insisted in posing in every picture :)  Fortunately for me, she isn't as tall as me when she stands on all fours. :) (but she is indeed tall enough to put her two front paws on my shoulders and give me a real hug. And she does that often. Not kidding. She is a very large dog) By the end of it, I was so bored. I have no idea how these fashion models do it day after day. You do need tremendous patience to pose for pictures. I was irritated, frustrated and hated changing so many

How much do you love me?

I tell my children and I tell them often how much I love them. I think it is important to say the words. I also crush them with my hugs and smother them with my kisses and they do the same to me. I love it. It is bliss. On some days, it is truly all that keeps me going. When my son was very little, (probably when he was three or four)  he would ask me 'Mummy how much do you love me?' I would say 'As much as the sky, that never ends'. He would then gaze at the sky and give me a large grin and a larger hug. As he kept growing, he would keep asking me this. I would tell him that I loved him as much as the water in the ocean, as much as the milky way galaxy, as much as the  entire Universe and so on. My answers would change each time.  I would modify my answers to suit his understanding  of the world around him, according to his age. Oh, the joy it brought! Now my son is fourteen and is already taller than me, and he in jest, he calls me his 'baby 'and

Why SMS lingo irks me

Ppl hu cnt b bthred 2 type prply do nt dsrve 2 be rd. . It took me at least five whole minutes to type in the above lingo. I detest it. Period. The common arguement given for the usage of such deplorable language (sorry, it cannot be anything else) is that 1. The 'Older Generation' usually has a problem with it. But younger generation is okay. 2.It saves time  3.It saves money. 4.It is how everyone types and who types whole words anyways. 5.It is no big deal. What is the harm if you use it? Why fuss over such a thing? Allow me to elaborate on why the above are  invalid statements.  It is not because of age that people have a problem with butchering words. It is because you care about the language. I know many twenty year olds and many teens as well, who think it is just 'not cool' to use wrong spellings. (Thank God for such people.)  I cannot for the life of me, imagine, using 'thout' for 'thought' or 'thinkin' f

Some people have all the luck

'But it is so easy for you. You are so talented and good at everything. Not all of us are as talented as you. So unfair,' she said. We were having a conversation about loving what you do and doing what you love and whether it is indeed possible to follow your passion and make a  decent living out of it. I wanted to tell her that most people saw only the sheen, not the grit, nor the passing through the cogs a million times, bearing the pain as you discovered you were much stronger than you thought and that you did not crumble after all. I wanted to tell her about the thousands and thousands of pages I have written before I was considered worthy of publication. I wanted to tell her about the  back-breaking hours of  meticulous research I have done, sometimes to write just a single para, so that the facts I am stating are accurate. I wanted to tell her about how I travelled in so many Indian cities, in the unrelenting heat, going to far flung colleges that offered art c

All in a day's work.

So here I am again. (see I am keeping up my promise of coming here often !) I did finish my self-assigned target of writing (for my fourth book) and hurried here to keep my date. Someone asked me on Facebook whether I sleep :) Made me smile. Then I thought about all that I did today and realised it was blog-worthy :).  So here is what I did today: Woke up: 5:45 am (without an alarm. My body just had enough sleep) and let my dog into the garden. Made black coffee. Made Idlis and Red chutney for lunch, Toast and fried eggs for breakfast. While the above was cooking on the stove, I did my yoga. I did 30 suryanamskars consecuitvely. Yes, 30! :) Then did a few more Asanas. Then did a few crunches on TRX. (Google it if you do not know about it). Made this card while the kids were getting ready. The card was for Nikita's mom. Nikita is my daughter's 'bestest'  friend and Nikita's mom had bought three of my books and sent it through Nikita who gave it

More stuff from The Busy Elf

A big thank you to all the lovely people who ordered stuff from 'The Busy Elf' after reading my post.  If you haven't read my post, and don't know about 'The Busy Elf' or Keshrie please do read it before you proceed! Keshrie was really elated when the orders started pouring in and she made a good sum in the first month. The online store which I set up for her, doesn't seem to be working out and so we are now taking orders directly. For any orders please mail me on ps(at)preetishenoy(dot)com. The entire amount will be paid to Keshrie as soon as it is transferred by you. You can view all her products (and the prices) on her Facebook page (which I set up for her) here: Meanwhile Keshrie has been busy making some more stuff in between working in two houses. Here are more of her beautiful creations: Rs.200/- for this fabulous crocheted outfit for that l


Feelings A Guest Post by Prem  And it lays dying before you.  That which you nurtured and cherished.    That which you fed from blood of your bosom. Like a stillborn child. Only this one, you never buried. Like a wound that has gone to fester. Only to be missed if it ever were to heal. Like a millstone that has been carried for so long, That the very thought of lightness becomes terrifying. Like poisoned water to a parched throat. Like spiritual sermon to an irredeemable soul. In pain and in succor. In disease and in health. Like a shadow that never leaves you. Not even to shield from the light. Like a little jar of darkness. Harnessed firmly to your soul. Whose fanning black fumes, engulf all that ever was dear. When you crave to feel something, anything. Excruciating as it may be. When feeling becomes the only sign of life still left, You bleed just to know you are alive.   © 2012 Prem   For more poems click  here

Love in an envelope.

This is how I would define a card-- 'An envelope full of  warmth, tenderness and happiness filled with all the love that you have but do not know how to say'. There is truly nothing that matches the feeling of pure joy which you experience when you get an unexpected card in the mail--I can vouch for that personally. (Just thinking about it and writing it here is making me smile). Therefore, it is no wonder that in United Kingdom alone one billion pounds are spent on greeting cards every year. When I was younger, I would keep hunting for that 'perfect' card to gift to my friends. I would haunt the Archies and Hallmark stores  and would spend hours going through the cards. I found almost all of them hopelessly inadequate. Nothing was good enough really. (with due apologies to the companies which make these cards). That was when I started making my own cards. They were much appreciated and cherished. My parameter those days was "Did it look like a 'printed&

Thank Lord for tomorrow

And some days will be such days that nothing will go right. Everything will seem lousy. Even the good things. Even the obviously good things. But you will feel as though you have been flattened on the ground by a road roller. Maybe emotionally. Maybe physically. Just be glad that the day is over and tomorrow is a fresh start. Wipe off the slate today. It is over. Gone. It exists only in memories now. So leave it behind. Do not dwell on it. Focus your attention on those things that you can do something about. You can make a change from this very moment if you so wish. Right now. It is as good a time as any. So go have that glass of wine (or  do whatever you do to relax). Listen to good music. Take ten deep breaths. Let go. It's all going to be okay! Good night. _________________________________________________________ Ps: If you still don't know about my  Ted talk, go watch! If you like my blog, you might enjoy my books :) Grab them   here .  

Where do weekends vanish?

So the weekend flew. How does time vanish? It feels like someone has turned it into liquid and poured it down the drain. It disappears that fast! So I sat back and took stock of what I did and where it all went.  I realized that mine had been a pretty packed one. I think if your weekend is packed you should be allowed to take Monday off. I swear I had intended to! But come Monday and I was drowned in work. I did not even look up upto  three thirty. (When my children come home from school--that is when I stop working) Let me tell you what all I did over the weekend. I watched a play on Friday at Alliance Francaise Bangalore. It was called 'Cheating cheaters' and was by Masquerade , a  Chennai based theater group. One of my closest friends had called me and asked me to go and watch if I could. Her son was in the play.  Of course I made it. Front row seats too. He was brilliant! I was so proud of him. I have carried him as a little baby (so many times) and watched him