shamiana

A truthful confession: Are u kidding me? Or are u- freaking- kidding me? Come on, you don't expect me to read the whole thing? The lure of literature is unknown to me. Novels,short stories,poems..well, they are the same: essentially boring. What's that thing again? Oh yes : Semiotics. The science of signs,isn't it? Some thing signifying something. Off we go on a merry go round: Building and locating structures, Calling them redundant and going Past them er I mean post. If I could do a Marxist reading I wonder what would Marx do? Bless you wiki-link

Live in the moment. Scriptures,philosophers,gurus across the world recommend the live- in- the -moment approach to life.  It sounds easy. Then, why is it tough to mitigate the past, to survive the present, and moreover, continue to hope for a better future. Why is it tempting to despair? To give up is easy; to let go is difficult.  They say one cannot hold on to the past. It slips through,like sand. Does it really? For, in comes the tide; a tidal wave full of emotions. Sand won't slip off now. Neither can we undo our past, nor can relive the good old days. We write because we wish to cherish,to protect,to reconnect with what has gone by.  Equally enticing is the future. Full of fantasy and glamour. An illusion that would soon become an overwhelming present. We write so that one day our dreams might become a reality. Writing will give them a  semblance of reality;of life; of truth. It is written. It must be true. It should happen. It must happen. We w...

Rich aroma of coffee fills the kitchen. Mum baking us a Walnut-Coffee cake. We step into the kitchen only to be driven out. We start a fight over the first bite. The first lick of the chocolate sauce as it flows into the tray. Munching off almonds in the guise of garnishing the cake. Coffee cake fights were Legen "wait for it" dary. And so was the cake, always. I try hard to make one now It's never late to learn to bake. Wish you all a Happy New Year!

Have we, as humans, reached the ugly end? Do we need a League of Shadows? Humans were not supposed to live this way.without dignity, without security,without compassion. Animals are better, indeed. They don't succumb to greed or mindless pleasures. I've never felt so nervous.helpless.utterly disconsolate.I seek answers within.For, the without is so bleak. I am ashamed to be a human being. We need to redefine humanity. A spineless species that loves to loathe and celebrate: everything. We are happy to update our Facebook statuses, read or write blogs, condemn violence in each n every form; with equal promptness, we  share our joy and  success. As I sit and write this the futility of this endeavor becomes palpably real. Yes, I am sad. Depressed. The next step for me is to crawl into a hole and die. But, if I die now it would be a luxury. I've everything I always wanted a great family, a good job, decent circle of friends.Still, there is a silence within and...

There goes the fleeting moment  Mocking me. There comes the night  Soft and stealthy  following me  Through the day Is the darkness that  keeps devouring  me. Guess I fear nothing now. Soon, life would  walk away shamelessly without me.

Reading JMG Le Clezio has been a revelation.It has been therapeutic too. It has helped me get over my Conrad fixation. Le Clezio takes further the journey that Conrad began. Somewhere on the way, Camus joins him and the reader is taken on an intense interrogation of the human mind. Dealing with anxiety of exploration and thrills of voyage. The tussle between nature and culture. Empty spaces fascinate both, Conrad and Le Clezio.  "There was nothing else on earth, nothing, no one.They were born of the desert, they could follow no other path. They said nothing. Wanted nothing. The wind swept over them, through them, as if there were no one on the dunes. They had been walking since the very crack of dawn without stopping, thirst and weariness hung over them like a lead weight. Their cracked lips and tongues hard and leathery. Hunger gnawed their insides. They couldn't have spoken. They had been as mute as the desert for so long, filled with the light of the sun burning d...

No words can adequately carry the pain that I felt this morning. DNA Afterhrs said "Whitney, No more". How could she possibly go away? Wasn't she immortal? Her voice had that melodious quality which could haunt me for hours n hours. Never get bored listening to Whitney Houston. She was always there to buoy my spirits, to heal my jilted heart, to keep me from despair. She has indeed left the clichéd "void" in my heart and what better way to overcome grief than listen to Whitney again and again... It just takes "one moment" to make your life beautiful and worthwhile; one moment to end it all. Some however, make these moments count and transcend the boundaries of space and time. Whitney did and how! Rest in Peace, Whitney Houston Will always love you -Shamini