On the train…

People rushing by,
Fields of bean n soy,
Scent of fresh made cake,
All smiles, not so fake.


I’ve signed up for a new online course from the University of Iowa: How Writers Write Poetry. It’s a six-week long course, and that’s my submission for the first class. It was a pretty long video, but it was totally worth it and really enjoyable.

If you’re a poetry fanatic, check this course out.

There’s more from where that came from. How Writers Write Fiction – Starts September 27th 2014.

And hey! If you decide to join either of these courses, do let me know.

In a world like this…

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“How can you be so careless?” Jim shook his head clearly annoyed. “Clear that up, now” be barked at his wife.

She did. How clumsy of her, to drop that new porcelain vase that Jim’s mother had given them.

Jim was fuming, but Martha couldn’t quite understand why. He hadn’t even looked twice at that vase. He hated his mother’s floral taste, and had reproached her when she had brought it in. Martha decided not to say anything. Jim was in a bad mood. Now was not the right time to talk household affairs.

She sighed and got back into the kitchen. The dishes were waiting. Jim’s behaviour didn’t bother her in the slightest. She was used to it. Over these five years of marriage, the only thing that surprised her about Jim was the day he walked into the front door and flung his bag in a corner in anger. It had been only a month since their wedding day, and Martha was keen to build a steady relationship.

She had approached Jim who sat in the couch, cracking his knuckles and biting his lower lip.

“You want anything to drink?” she asked smiling.

He had looked at her. His eyes boring into hers. That’s when she noticed how frightening he looked. She had backed a few steps, the smile on her face fading.

He rose without saying a word. He turned to face her squarely and asked in a malicious tone, “A drink?”

He paused, for the anger to sink in. It didn’t take long for Martha. She gulped hard. Then, he continued “Get out of my face.” She made to leave when he added harshly, “Quick!”

That was the first time he had yelled at her. And also the last time he had surprised her.

She smiled at the dishes as she thought of that day long ago. How frightened she had been!

“I’m leaving for work!”

“Have a nice day.” Martha instinctively came out to see him off. She had learnt to speak in flat tones.

Jim reached his office. A huge pile of papers awaited him, just like each day.

“Late again, McGruff!”

Jim knew that voice. He had been yelled at in the same tone for five years now.

“I’m sorry, Boss. I’ll get to work.” Jim replied in a low voice. He cast his eyes down, and walked towards his seat uncomplaining.


I’ve seen similar incidents everywhere. We tend to take our anger out on people who don’t deserve it. Sometimes, we can’t help it. And so, this is my post for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Worlds Colliding. I know I’m late, but I wanted to publish it anyway.

A Wayside Plant

Credits: Rockfortrookie
Credits: Rockfortrookie

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was again. Every time she came out of her cabin, he was there. Was it just a coincidence or was he dying to see her too? Did he give false reasons as well? Just so as to meet her? She hoped so.

He had spoken to her once before; on farewell day at college. He was a shy and a brilliant student. She had never failed to notice his dressing and his mannerisms. He hadn’t met her before, but she had seen him every day of her college life. She had followed him, around the college. She had sat behind him in the canteen and savoured every moment without his knowledge. She was fully aware of his every move, every word. After all, love can happen to anyone.

They met quite a lot at work. It was  inevitable since their cabins were so close, but there was no closeness between them, yet. He just ignored her like a wayside plant. He walked away. He seemed busy with some files, or so she convinced herself. She stood transfixed, looking at his retreating figure.

She sighed. So close, yet. So far.

Some day, he’ll learn to notice the roadside creepers and then, he’ll notice her too.

Liebster made my day. Again

I’m really overwhelmed by the affection that bloggers have for each other.

Marie, a fellow blogger and a friend (I daresay), has nominated me for the Liebster Award. I’ve already got this once, from another friend (again, I daresay) so I skipped the reading all the rules and pondering about whether or not to accept.

Thank you Maria, for appreciating my blog. It matters a lot more than I can say.

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I’ve said my thanks once before, and I’ll take the liberty to skip the drama this time.

The rules, if you’re wondering.

  1. Thank the Liebster Award presenter who nominated you and link back to his or her blog.
  2. Post 11 facts about yourself, answering the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
  3. Nominate small (no more than 200 followers) blogs who you feel deserved to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know that they have been chosen.
  4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
  5. No tag-backs, meaning you can’t just re-nominate the person who nominated you.

11 random facts about myself. This is hard. I thought long and hard when I had to do this last time. Now though, I guess I’ve got a pretty good idea as to what I can and shouldn’t say.

  1. The first few English songs I’ve ever liked came from the Backstreet Boys. And I’m still a fan. Together for 21 years. Massive feat.
  2. People stare a lot, but I like walking.
  3. If only Chennai’s streets were less intolerable, I’d get myself a bicycle.
  4. I hate telling people about myself – like for instance – now.
  5. I can (and do) stare at the wall for hours without speaking. With my mind totally blank. Beat that, ha!
  6. I enjoy being alone. Just give me a book and some good music, and I’ll forget everything else.
  7. I say “I don’t care” a lot, but I hardly mean it.
  8. The first, and only romantic novel I’ve ever read was, Love Story by Erich Segal. And surprisingly, I liked it.
  9. I always wanted to create a bucket list page here, but somehow, I kept forgetting – until now.
  10. I want to travel solo for some time. (That probably should’ve gone into the bucket list)
  11. I like dark chocolate.

Now, for Marie’s questions:

1. When did you start blogging?

Exactly on the 6th of August in 2012. I wrote a post welcoming myself to the blogosphere. It was the first time, (of two) that I wrote a few words in Tamil – my mother tongue. But in terms of age, I was 18.

2.Why are you blogging?

Because I have to. Writing’s a passion, and I was doing it regularly on my personal journal. But then I wanted feedback and appreciation, so I took it to blogging. I still blog because I still want feedback. And for the friendships I’ve made along the way.

3.What was your favorite subject in school?

English. I liked both the teacher and the literature.

4.Do you think cloning is ethical?

I never really think about it, but if I have to, then I’d probably say not. I’m having trouble digesting the observation that there are seven identical people in the word. Clones would complicate stuff. Besides, what’s the point of replicating one person, with all the faults?

5. Do you trust your government?

I don’t trust myself to talk about it.

6. If you could travel in only one continent, which would you choose?

Europe.

7. Do you judge people by what they wear?

I try not to, because I believe that people always have the ability to surprise me. But sometimes, I find myself not liking people who sport odd nail colours. Like grass green for instance. Or sky blue.

8. What is the one thing you want to change about yourself?

Nothing. Happy as I am.

9. What is your favorite dessert?

Don’t take much dessert, but when I do, it’s mostly plain chocolate ice cream.

10. If you could have one super power what would you want it to be?

Flying. Always fancied it.

11. Who is your favorite writer?

I mix up the authors I read, so I don’t have favourites.

My turn.

  1. What’s the last book you read?
  2. Whose music do you listen to most often?
  3. How do you like your surroundings when you’re writing?
  4. What’s the one place you want to visit, but still haven’t?
  5. Name the one book you’ve read and reread over and over again?
  6. Have you ever stayed up all night working on a blog post (or many)? If so, tell us which one(s)
  7. What is your favourite/most common method of writing? (typing, paper and pencil/pen, smartphone)
  8. What is the one blog post that came out from your heart. And was so honest that you didn’t change much before publishing it?
  9. Which topic have you written most about in your blog?
  10. What’s your favourite beverage, hot or cold?
  11. There are loads of blogging services on the web. Why did you particularly choose, and decide to stay with WordPress? Any sentiments?

Here are the wonderful bloggers I nominate for the Liebster award. They are all great bloggers and I’ve personally enjoyed reading them.

  1. ‘R’ at The victim of my own body. Life can be chaotic. Here’s one who understands.
  2. Ranu at Ranu Chakraborthy Bhaduri’s Pink Cloud Monochrome.  If you like photos and monochrome, you’ll love Ranu’s work.
  3. My friend over at In search of lost muchness. I’ve never read anyone else I can relate to so much. And even if I don’t know her name, she’s great.
  4. Kimi at Hey there Delilah. Life throws a lot at you. Kimi takes them and writes about them.  (And I take it she likes the Hey there Delilah song. ‘Cos I do)
  5. Jill at Ripples of Truth. She’s bordering on 200 followers, but I guess it’s fine to nominate her. She’s that good a writer.

That’s all I have to say. And to everyone reading this now, thank you for coming back, every time. I appreciate it. A lot.

High on Haiku

It’s quite unfortunate that just when I began trying my hand at Haiku, my inspiration site, Haiku Heights is gone for good. But I did find this post buried deep in my drafts.

The prompt was clap, and the date was something I don’t remember. Anyway, here goes,

Joker applaudes

For Haiku Heights

Prompt: CLAP

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Clap, clap, clap

he saw them do,

unhearing

——–

She clapped; young saw

wide eyes winced

as pain seared

——–

The bird clapped wings

the girl, she watched

wonder eyes widen

——–

The mother left

soared, clapping and flying

while waited the nestling

——–

Palms come together

applause — you and I,

joy