What makes a good storyteller, in your opinion? Are your favorite storytellers people you know or writers you admire?
🙂 This one made me smile instantly. My favourite storyteller…my grandpa!! 😀 The way he narrated his stories! We (here includes me, bro and cousins) would all sit enraptured until it finished. The stories would range from Ramayan, Mahabharat, Ramdas Swami and his disciples to real life funny and some serious incidences during his professional career. He was a civil engineer in government department and had to frequently travel throughout Maharashtra in any season. I remember one of our favourites, when he was in Mumbai, on the sea, and there was high tide, torrential rains and possibility of flood. One of his colleagues or someone he knew (don’t remember exactly) predicted that the world is going to drown, so he climbed up a hill saying I will watch the flooding from here 😀 . We were introduced to Indian mythology by grandpa. And he was a fabulous story teller, though at times, with age probably, he tended to mix up some references. It was our grandma who corrected him that time, and then told us the correct story, while we secretly giggled listening to their dialogue 😀 .
Another storyteller in our family is my uncle. He is an expert in telling ghost stories. Him and my aunt live in a sort of village, so whenever we went there in vacations (which was often) we used to urge him to tell ghost stories. And he so expertly weaved them with the village surrounding that I was many times fooled to think it was real 😀 . Even now they both remember and have good laugh at my expense 😀 . I remember once he told a story and I was so charged that I challenged him saying I will go to that place without getting afraid 😀 . Ah such innocent I was in those times 🙂
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Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure
I love you….simply love you 🙂 . And I cannot resist you. I want to give a big thanks to that baker’s shop which first introduced me to you. As a food lover, I try new things most of the times. Sometimes get disappointed too. You know there was a period when anything I ordered, was green in colour (which I hate)… rice, sabji anything 😦 . That time the task of ordering food was taken from me and given to my bro. But not this time baby!! Thank you for that mouth watering taste, the way you melt in my mouth and take my taste buds to heaven. Nothing compares to that. If I had been a poet good enough, I would write an ode to praise you. But words miss me when it comes to describe you. Thank you my love 😀 and be sure you will be my favourite for a long long long time.
If your life were a movie, what would its soundtrack be like? What songs, instrumental pieces, and other sound effects would be featured on the official soundtrack album?
A film on my life..
would be on love and romance..
sprinkled with silent melodies..
pop and rock has no chance..
the song of my life..
shot in mountains probably..
as I walk along the paths..
lost in my own thoughts..
the sound of my life..
pure notes of the flute..
reminding of deep untouched emotions
weaving sounds in a perfect balance
Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).
A good many times of my past years (I’m not going to give a number here 😉 ) have been good, no great. College days have been the most memorable ones considering academic period. I was a part of an old and famous college in my grads, which lasted for three years. I got some great friends there, a mixed group from people studying different subjects. The most memorable times were when we used to sit at our special place at the lower recreation hall…also called lower rec. Since everyone had a different timetable for lectures, someone or the other used to be present there most of the time. Then, as our lectures finished, we used to join them, have a gala time.. 🙂 . People started calling us lower rec group gradually 🙂 . This period gave me special friends. The kind of friends whom though you may not be in regular contact with, but one phone call, and it is as if the time gap between has never occurred 🙂 . The funniest part is, it is the people you are with, that makes the place special. After grads, when I visited my college again for some reason, alone, it was not the same. There were no familiar faces. It felt alien.
Another memory of great days, is during school holidays. We cousins (five of us) and sometimes our moms, used to gather at our grandparents’ house for almost a month. I was the eldest, so I got to boss around a lot 😀 . We went for morning walks with grandpa..here we call him Aba in my native language. And grandma is Aaji. Lots of mangoes 🙂 . Favourite items prepared by Aaji 🙂 . Long walks in the city. One of my cousin always used to be confident about finding the road back home. And always got us lost 😀 . Once he and another one had to hurry back home to pee, and we reached earlier than them 😀 . The end of vacations always brought on tears. Those days the distance of six hours in a bus was too much, and we saw each other mostly just once in a year. Now, as they say, the world has come closer for all of us.
So, those are some of the great times…there are many more…but maybe some other time 🙂 Good night.
When your heart breaks
When the voice shakes
When the mind is only a chaos
Just alone in this mess of yours
Take a breath, collect yourself
let the tears fall, don’t be ashamed
the blockage will dissolve in itself
leaving you free to feel again
—– key to cleansing the heart
“Good things come to those who wait.” Do you agree? How long is it reasonable to wait for something you really want?
Well, not every time good things come from waiting. Sometimes you have to act for them to happen. Like that slim and trim figure you’ve been longing, will only come with exercising regularly and eating proper food 😀 . Waiting won’t change anything apart from increasing the weight probably 😉 .
And isn’t it possible that what your wish changed during this waiting time, and by the time you received it, it is no longer on your wish list. We change all the time, throughout our lives. One year back myself and today’s me will be different as are my aspirations. That time I hadn’t started my blog. Today I write regularly, eventhough not daily. And I wish people would read it and I make new connections.
As to “how much is too much”, it depends exclusively on every person’s patience, willingness to wait and commitment to the issue. It is ultimately our choice and our responsibility. If you have to wait lifelong, so be it. But then we should be prepared for the consequences of our actions also. One of my friend wished to become a doctor. And he gave the entrance for medical every year for 5-6 years, till he cleared the exam and got admission. In the meantime, he was studying something else, but his goal was always to be a doctor. Another friend wanted to clear civil services exam for entering bureaucracy. He has been studying and giving exams for the last 6-7 years and still hasn’t cleared it. Maybe he will still try or change the career path and start coaching classes for civil services.
So different people, different options.