come home

You never found time to visit me, although I hear that you have travelled far and wide, stop being stubborn and come while I am fine, don't blame me else if my eyes sight soars, blue age sets in and you are greeted by just an ivory plaqued dentured smiles

26th January..Republic day, yay!!!

Everybody has great stories to share on this day of my country's celebration, stories of friendship, peace and wealth..er...wealth? hmmmmn wealth!..I am still thinking about those 100 lakh crores tied as prisoners in those swiss banks..their struggle has not yet ended.......we must think about their freedom....no?

Everybody knows it is wrong to hide money like this but nobody can do anything about it..right??

I am cool

Thank God I am a cool person who takes everything in her stride or else how does one behave when one is all ready, dressed up, cancelled off all the appointments just to be with a friend, waited for two hours making meaning less strides, up and down the room, waiting for that DAMN phone to ring and when it DOES RING ....ONLY TO BE TOLD THAT HER FRIEND WILL NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE IT BECAUSE SHE IS GOING FOR A MOVIE INSTEAD AND CARELESSLY says 'SORRY'...GRRRRRRRRRH!!! *Screaming!!!!!!*

Yay! Award is an award, and I won…..

I was qualified for Grand Prize Judging of my Quatrains and I receive a new year gift..


Okay 2010 was not so bad afterall, cause I won the poetry contest and received a prize too. What else would I want?

Seventeen individual “Quatrain City Poetry Contests” were held from the end of March through November on Ryze network at forum called ‘Wordmeisters, Poets and Writers-Unite!’, where by a picture was posted and members would post a quatrain inspired by the picture. I had participated in thirteen contests and had won six of them. Quatrains were judged on creativity, poignancy, format (if applicable) and content. Each Contest resulted in a winner and runner-up, both of which qualified for Grand Prize judging.

In Grand Prize judging, my poem was qualified as second runner up.

For my quatrain called ‘Criss-Crossed’

Hushed voices trapped behind colored frames
Criss-crossed, the thoughts rotate from side to side
Silence speaks under the pillars of courage
Whispering gently under its beams with joy.

Inspired by this picture

picture by Jack Huber

Now awaiting anxiously for my well earned gift: a copy of "A Poet's Primer" and one more book which will be either paperback copies of Jack Huber’s "Aspects Long Forgotten" or an electronic copy of Diane Tegarden's excellent "Light Through Shuttered Window."

Details of all winners here http://www.jackhuber.com/quatraincity.htm

Theme Party at Pattaya Beach

80's was the theme and I wacked my brain hard thinking of dressing weird, even brought some DVD to watch the styles of the 80’s, absorbed the pictures of back-combing hair styles, wigs and hair extensions, maxis, mascaras and dark lipsticks, but could not have enough courage to dress in that style, simplicity was my preferred option, with weird and crazy looks best left to those bubbling youth.

My bold and beautiful cousin came into my room dressed in a wig. It suited her, but then everything suit her and becomes a fad, so I just went along with her, holding by her arm, like an accessories for the evening.

The party was by the poolside, closer to the Pattaya beach, one hundred and twenty steps below our hotel room.

Most of the guests were dressed colorful clothes, which would be abnormal in any other situation but acceptable as was the norm. I had seen such scenes in Hollywood films but attending such party had a different effect. My cousin with a bald head, with his hair all brushed up on the centre of his scalp walked pass me and I didn’t recognize him until I looked closely and saw his smile.

And kids were in party mood too, with colorful wigs of purple and blue

Some of them boldly posing for the camera while some of them shy, hid behind their hats

All daringly dressed

All the cameras goes click, click, click,

There was food and drinks and there was music and dance

It was a lovely evening with lotsa fun

The party went on till late night, till the drooping eye lids of children reminded the parents that it was time to head back home.