You Are What You Read…

Red reads “interesting” things. He reads fiction, non-fiction and plenty of things that ‘thinking’ people seek out.  Am far more pedestrian and I think I know the answer to that as well…let me just pull up my virtual couch as I hark back to my childhood for the insight.

When I was in 5th grade, our class teacher was very passionate and stringent about our reading habits. And with the baggage that came from being from part of a race that’s been persecuted and vilified throughout history; she exposed us to books which left a lasting reluctance in me seeking out thinks which were a “heavy” read. And I don’t mean tomes necessarily. I mean books which made a 11-year old year child in a foreign country sad, restless and not quite content.

Books, in my family, are a gift for all occasions. Toys will come and go but books will sustain. The kind of books I was given ranged from folk tales, mythologies and even things which helped me do school projects (thank you Barnes&Nobles for your books on the Roman civilization). And for the most part they all had a common thread running through them; they were fun to read or they entertained at some level.

When I read Friedrich, When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, The Number on my Grandfather’s Arm or Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry I had too much to process for my pre-adolescent brain. Books that were fun to read aka Pippi Longstockings, Anne of Green Gables series, Judy Blume’s works or Harriet the Spy et al were still good to dive into but the somber tone struck by the Holocaust and the stories of racism especially during the Great Depression has made me wary of anything that seems even remotely “serious”. For the same reason I seldom seek out the dramas in movies either. Red runs towards drama and I veer towards stuff that’s the White Chicks ilk.

I am a semi-closeted romance book reader, the HEA notwithstanding. I like reading Regency stuff; having been introduced to Georgette Heyer and her peers by my godmother. The thing with the lighter kind of reading material is you can pick it up, put it down and not go off into raptures or trip into a long, winded thought process and still enjoy it. I need to feel entertained at the end of it all. Not necessarily feel like I came away with more stuff to chew on.

My favorite authors for the past few years have been Jonathan Kellerman, Jana DeLeon, John Sandford, P.J Tracy, Rick Riordan. Their works aren’t creampuff by any stretch of the imagination but they are all aces in the entertainment segment.

So that’s me then…a Regency-romance, police-procedural, mythology-geek, serial-killer book loving mom who is currently giggling through The Adventures of Captain Underpants and groaning through the Geronimo Stilton series. And it’s true now as it was 30 years ago..if I have a chance, I’ll pick up a book or the Kindle over most things and just lose myself in it.

To sum up in the words of the great Stephen King, “Books are a uniquely portable magic.” 

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Ta 2018!

I’ve been lazing in bed all day. A semi-cold grounded me. But as always, laziness plays a far more potent role than I ever give credit to.

2018 was a year of massive highs and lows. Saying goodbye for good isn’t ever easy. It’s harder still when it’s out of the blue and leaves you reeling. But thankfully there were the same old comforting things like reptiles and dinos and superhero movies to look forward to, while bingeing on nachos and setting up reading challenges.

I traveled a fair bit and I hope to continue that into 2019 as well. Caught up with the dearly beloved and some others out of a sense of familial responsibility but came away with realizations each time around which have been and will be enlightening in the long run.

We took some tough decisions as a family and girded ourselves up for potential big hitting changes but things haven’t rocked the boat yet. That we are prepared, helps me sleep better at night.

I started on my book. It took me forever to see what was staring at me all along; I needed to talk a bit less and write stuff out a whole lot more. It may never end up on a bookshelf barring my own, but it will get done and soon.

As a family we achieved big milestones of forbearance, discovery and made new memories. We had major laughs, hit our heads against some walls (me more than Red) and in the end decided to suck it up and be grown ups!

More than anything else, this year has been one for generating massive amounts of food for thought. What kind of child to I want to be? What kind of a parent, friend or spouse? And most importantly…how do I want my day-to-day to play out. Am getting to the answers despite the lure of Netflix and Amazon Prime.

Here’s to a fabulous 2019 from me and mine along with a retrospective of the year that was.

Salut! 

 

418th

It’s not your usual, run-of-the-mill number is it? 418? But it’s been 418 blog posts since that fateful day back in October 2013 when I sat down to test drive WordPress for my work-related blogs and found that it was actually quite fun and easy to blog here.

Since then it’s seen some periods of intense blogging followed by equally lethargic periods of lull and stagnation. blogs are like plants; you can water them, keep them in the sun, but they’ll bloom when and how lusciously they’d like. I like to think that there are times when there’s an abundance of growth and then there is some drought.

This is how it’s been since the first blog post published:

  • 2013: 364 visitors spread across 16 countries.
  • 2014: 1048 visitors from 38 countries.
  • 2015: 2201 visitors from 83 countries (best year yet mainly because OT started full day school!!)
  • 2016: 916 visitors from 50 countries.
  • 2017: 1012 visitors from 50 countries.
  • 2018: 1538 visitors (till date) from 43 countries.

It’s very liberating to be able to put one’s words out there. More so for a gabby person like myself. But it’s more than knowing that someone may have liked something I expressed, it’s the feeling of having reached someone sitting in say, Moldova (true story) through this medium.

So what’s next in 2019? Well I’d like to focus more on photobloglets and test drive bits of my other big project- THE BOOK on Wattpad and here.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for stopping to leave a comment. Critiques help more than praises at times. And every bit has been heard, chewed and digested towards creating better and more engaging content. I’ve realized at long last that as long as I can write and have enough inspiration to keep doing so, I’ll be content.

 

Salut!

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Of Mice And Men

TO’s school puts together a pretty good show for their annual day. The stage, the lighting, the whole shebang is something I look forward to each year. And it’s actually rather superlative given that they have to co-ordinate with kids ranging from kindergartners to 5th graders.

This  year’s extravaganza was their rendition of the Pied Piper of Hamelyn. Between the harlequin-like piper and rats (of which my flesh and blood was one), it was quite enjoyable. I seldom need a reason to start tapping my toes and seeing TO’s practice session at home, I knew it’d be fun all through.

They usually end with a peppy number and get the entire jingbang on the stage to take a bow.

Here’s how it went…

Creature Movie Bloglet

As a reward for a decent first term report card TO was given the permission to watch The Meg. It’s a PG-13 movie for what reason I know not, but ostensibly to ward off screams from kids. That the screams maybe of joy seems to have escaped the censors.

Anyhoo, the brat turned into a proper prophet of doom with his sepulchral pronouncements of ,”They’re gonna die”, “The shark’s going to eat them all”.

 He added a chomp-chomp to emphasize the eating bit when the Meg took a while to appear on the screen.

This cheering section is totally for the shark!

Palpitations On A Saturday Morning

In the paraphrased words of Dolly Parton- I stumbled out of bed and tumbled to the kitchen and to pour my self a cup of salvation…and stopped still. There was a small rat on my dining table!!

I was still sleepy and did not have my wits about me so I swayed in one place for a bit, trying to think if I should throw a shoe at it or try to trap it under something when I thought again…why would we suddenly get rats when our pests have been lizards and roaches. So I did my Martha routine and crept up sneakily as much as a chubby woman can and saw it was MLM’s stupid armadillo toy!

That kid is going to get a lecture on keeping things back in the proper place once he surfaces from under the covers today! Jeez!

Note to self: Hear Salvation today, it’s been a while.

A Quick Getaway

Birthdays can be hectic, even without all the trappings of a “proper” birthday party.

The Offspring (T.O), who shall not be referred to as MLM anymore, had a relatively no frills birthday this time around and while that didn’t translate to no fun; it was still quite low-key. Be as that may, we are currently on a mini-getaway from it all. 

We’re vegetating at a place in the outskirts of the city and it’s quite relaxing. Red’s watching cricket, T.O is enjoying his weekend of digital media and is eyeballs deep into his favorite movies and I SLEPT for 2 hours in the afternoon after what seems like a lifetime.

We aren’t doing anything special or out of the ordinary here. We’re holed up in the room or in the little porch outside the room and it feels nice. The feeling of being somewhere else. Not *having* to do anything in particular feels just dandy.

It’s been raining all day long and given the absence of cars and traffic, the sound of the rains and lack of city noise has been quite refreshing. I observed a beetle(?) keep its balance on a blade of grass for a long while and chalked it up to a ‘stopping to smell the roses’ kinda moment.

A fairly sybaritic way to unwind if I look at it very dispassionately but hey! I slept for 2 hours in the afternoon…it’s totally worth it.

Signing off.