“I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.” – Charlotte Brontë
16th Jan, 2014:
That which I find most difficult, almost impossible to forgive, even of those I’m close to, is personal disrespect, ignoring, way over my intolerance of betrayal, treachery, hypocrisy, and all else. The way I often deal with it is coldly cutting the person out, at times for life, even at risk of being labelled arrogant.
26th Jan, 2014:
In the span of my vision now – there is beauty, peace and tranquillity. Yet I go searching the world over, rather than looking close, drawing from within myself, this recipe of love and humanity.
9th Feb, 2014:
We always tend to equate other people’s aspirations based on our own, and judge their contentment and success quotient based on it. As children, we assume everyone wants to come first in academics and sports, then get into the best professional colleges, go on to earn the best pay packets to buy all money can buy, and then predictably aspire to marry the richest guy or the best looking girl and have lovely children for whom we again have the same cycle of aspirations. Why don’t we delve beyond our own dreams and benchmarks for happiness and success to notice some may have different aspirations that do not conform to ours.
17th Feb, 2014:
Lately, I appreciate and feel very blessed for compulsorily playing team games like basketball, baseball, volleyball, throw-ball, hockey, at boarding school daily. At the end of the match, in spite of all our inner resistance if our team lost, we congratulated and shook hands with the victorious team. Today, that deep-seated sportsmanship helps, in that I don’t allow jealousy or insecurity come in the way of genuinely appreciating someone who gets ahead of me in any sphere of life. Also, I sympathise with those who turn a blind eye to others in the face of their own self-doubt
18th Feb, 2014:
I’ve just made myself the best cup of filter coffee – well, well, a good markdown on that commendation is explicable when coming from the chef herself. It took me eight years since moving to Chennai to finally get it right, though I’ve never refused a cup if offered or opted for the instant/café variety over it, in all my time here. It had taken me half that time to gain mastery over the Dosa, the Idli and Sāmbhar took only a year to be at my table at home. Now I just hope it’s not another four years before I’m able to say all of this in Tamil.
Foodie that I am, it is but natural that I’ve adapted to the flavours of the south over anything else…I have even developed a taste for the Chettinad style Biryani over the Lucknow and Hyderabad style that I’d so fancied when in Calcutta. A way to a woman’s heart is also through her stomach…or so Chennai proved to me.
20th Feb, 2014:
When poetry drives me nuts:
I read a lot of poetry, like them even, without claiming to understand their nuance in the least, also write a few amateur ones myself which are more to pen my thoughts than to create an art form…but what really maddens me and makes me never want to read or write another poem in my whole life is creepy messages from wannabe poets which read like this …“Please read my latest poem “To whomsoever it may concern” which is dedicated to YOU…”
26th Feb, 2014:
Why I wonder, it cannot be made mandatory to qualify to be a Critic through first learning the subject of your condemnation, with practise sessions and evaluations that you need to pass before being given a free hand to say/write anything that comes to your mind in formal media.
In my view, a Literary Critic and also an Editor in a Publishing House equally, should qualify for their roles, after courses along with practise sessions – as is mandatory in teachers training courses, by going through the rigour of writing a book themselves and of making submissions to five publishers at least, to see how rejection notes and scathing reviews feel. A Film Critic should try making one documentary at the least, and similarly Theatre, Music, Dance and Food Critics go through Practise Sessions in their fields. Perhaps, if nothing else, through formal training, Critics will learn to have respect for other people’s work and put forth their views objectively, in less deprecating words.
As for Authors, Filmmakers, Artists, Chefs, who so readily shove other people’s work into the shredder through scathing Criticism for us to laugh at and also applaud their brilliance, all I can say is this: how would you feel if you go to your child’s school one afternoon, to see from afar a child being publically flogged, then go up close to discover it is your own child that is beaten blue-black.