tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88783651498442636772024-03-14T06:12:19.512-04:00Echoes of MindSuryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-82477214063830781002012-07-20T23:20:00.005-04:002012-07-20T23:21:23.683-04:00TGI Friday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's almost 11 o'clock at night in this part of the world. A day of running errands around the house and after an about-to-be toddler can become real deal sometimes. So this is the time I get to read, write and feed my mind, when the 'keeping busy' characters are done for the day...off to sleep..!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am quite enjoying this me time on a Friday night, when there's no real tug at the mind to be in bed by now...when the warning of a next busy day is spared (oh how I love weekends...). So here I am.. reading, blogging...surfing the web world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We paid a visit to the Church Street Marketplace this evening. It's an open mall on both sides of the Church Street in the heart of downtown Burlington, lined with restaurants and pubs, handicraft shops, fast food joints etc., teamed up with band music and solo singers singing on the street and on a Friday evening like this, it seemed the whole Burlington turned up there to hang around...!! It was a wonderful time. It's so soothing sometimes to see people lazying around, sitting by the street reading a book or hearing to the singing of the young girl by the street or having dinner with the favorite person in a street-side diner.</span></div>
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</div>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-28183516921287657032012-03-29T00:12:00.003-04:002012-04-03T13:31:40.146-04:00'Intimacy' - Hanif Kureishi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bks0.books.google.com/books?id=zx2oAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://bks0.books.google.com/books?id=zx2oAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=1" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"It is the saddest night, for I am leaving and not coming back."...Thus begins 'Intimacy' by Hanif Kureishi which tells the story of Jay, a middle aged writer who is about to leave his partner of 10 years, Susan and their two sons and going to live temporarily with his friend Victor. The novel describes the state of Jay's mind the night before he decides to leave his family for good. Jay tries to justify his decision and also reflects his life with Susan and the sons. The small details of his family and his likes and dislikes towards its members gets zeroed in on this narrative. The book depicts the restlessness of Jay's mind as he reasons his longings, complains about what he did not get out of that life which he is about to leave and endeavors to hold on to what is very dear to him, as for example his relation with his two sons.The night before he will leave his house, Jay reflects on the change that underwent in his relationship with Susan, over the course of time, accepts his misgivings and tries to imagine the life his family will have after he is gone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The story flashes back and forth in time as Jay remembers the time he spent with his parents, how he used to look upon his father and the way his mother's indifference affected him. Jay also remembers about his friends, their relationship with the spouses, the lovers he had, especially Nina, a girl much younger to him. His leaving the family sometimes suggests his wish to be with Nina and sometimes that very reason fades away in the protagonist's denial. In 'Intimacy', the author portrays a certain aspect of human life, where uncertainty attempt to paralyze our spirit, age to restrict the risk-takings but the mind compels to break-free and savor the fantasies. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The language of the novel is crisp, bearing a nonchalance of speaking to our own selves. The decisions and the states of Jay's mind described are very honest and unapologetic. The novel is written in the voice of the protagonist and the reader sees his world through his eyes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The book catches my attention because of the situation it is in and the ways that emerge. It does not talk about idealism and is not reluctant about it. The book delves on very human problems, wishes and desperation which are very crudely humane. The only thing that does leave a gap is that the characters remains as Jay's version of them only. They express themselves very little through dialogues and incidents which are their own and are not observed or judged by the protagonist. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItEEz459sItyzQ96CReSKGsVXdhm2jjxbF232zdC92mgaIRqTVgIimq_DHft7j5WPj9nLRawmCHJVSdm2yp5XyU1CuyrynPAuGyvldIVqSXwWpk5kqi1MJ3VbD77N78nMKuTW6JYa5a4A/s1600/IMG_1163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItEEz459sItyzQ96CReSKGsVXdhm2jjxbF232zdC92mgaIRqTVgIimq_DHft7j5WPj9nLRawmCHJVSdm2yp5XyU1CuyrynPAuGyvldIVqSXwWpk5kqi1MJ3VbD77N78nMKuTW6JYa5a4A/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" width="239" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am a foodie, but not that great a cook…but that does not deter me from trying my hand at cooking, and sometimes something I cook comes out as good tasting too. I have been cooking for four years now…and I love it. That is why in addition to all the food websites I love to visit, the group Facebook Cooking Club has become my favorite browsing destination nowadays. I am thus reasonably excited about the First Day First Show event in the FB Cooking Club tonight featuring Squash.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We also invited two of our friends over for dinner. The occasion is just the wish to dine together and have a real chat with the friends as we eat..!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, along with the dinner menu that we had planned, the squash recipe got included. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was excited about puling off the two events together and to observe how it goes. For my kind of not-so-good-cook, the day was certainly challenging….and of much fun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">¼ tsp coarsely ground black pepper</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Maa has preserved this bowl from its potential brittleness like she also has kept our (me and my sister's) first shoes, frocks, kindergarten report cards and many such souvenirs of our childhood. The bowl was carefully made to survive trough the years by my mother. I cannot even imagine being capable of preserving a glassware for so long.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I came back with it and now my son has his cereals and pureed fruits from the same bowl......how interesting does that sound to you? To me it is amazing, and a wonderful emotion.....even more so now as the petals of motherhood are slowly blooming in my life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In this special phase when I feel the responsibilities along with the joy of being a mother, I also get to understand my mother in a whole new light....like never before, and suddenly sometimes I miss being around her, living far away in another land, with only social networks and telephone to turn to in today's 'tech-all' times. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">The book narrates a story of two lovers, who meets after many years, under unusual circumstances but with overwhelming love for each other. The novel flashes back in time in a very intriguing fashion, recording the chance encounters of the protagonists at the age of fifty-two, twenty-six and seventeen, in the same order…</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 12px/17px Verdana; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">The story reveals the undying love between two persons despite the various turn of events in the course of their lives, which are not similar for the two. The novel weaves brilliantly the anticipation and promises on one hand and the pathos, constraints and heartbreak on the other. The last chapter discloses the first meeting of the two and what happened afterwards and relates to the upheavals in the lives of the two people in love..</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 12px/17px Verdana; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Shreve wraps up the whole narration in the last page of the book so masterfully casting a rare magic spell of storytelling, compelling the reader to remain maddened as well as satisfied and with an assured longing to read the story all over again. ..</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font: normal normal normal 12px/17px Verdana; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">The novel gets its hypnotic and suspenseful side thanks to the reasons and chances due to which the lovers meet in wonderful coincidences but could not remain together for life..</span></div></div>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-14023079926636197902011-09-27T07:42:00.002-04:002011-09-27T07:55:18.657-04:00Sharadiya<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHlxrxReDc4zPesXftpDgVbeveQpU50_OCEjkK2QFAV7J_BJ8p11wux11eHh43vsckPRdns8_itTZtw_Wq70LnRmPRcKJSCHrUWRAQagAOXvphtJPj809okbNjna0n_nFN5YawXph1Idk/s1600/maa20durga1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHlxrxReDc4zPesXftpDgVbeveQpU50_OCEjkK2QFAV7J_BJ8p11wux11eHh43vsckPRdns8_itTZtw_Wq70LnRmPRcKJSCHrUWRAQagAOXvphtJPj809okbNjna0n_nFN5YawXph1Idk/s320/maa20durga1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today is "<i>Mahalaya</i>", which signifies the end of the "<i>Pitr-Pakshya</i>" and the beginning of the "<i>Devi-Pakshya</i>". It is said that on this day, Maa Durga leaves her Kailasha abode to start her journey for her paternal home on the earth. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Mahalaya </i>also marks a stipulated, quite predictable routine for many of us. Waking up early and listening to the "<i>Chandipath</i>" (Rendition of Shlokas for the worship of the Goddess) by Shri Birendra Krishna Bhadra, feeling the crisp autumn air which seems to proclaim the advent of the much awaited festive season....the much anticipated <i>Durga Puja </i>( or <i>Navaratri, </i>as it is otherwise known in many other parts of our country). This year, the wait is even more important and special for me. After 3 years, I will be going home for the Pujas. There is nothing like spending this time of the year with your family. I have known the pain, of staying far away from the family, missing them much more during this festivities, so the reunion this year is so special......only if my husband could join me too in the trip back home...that would surely have completed the joyous moment. Guess for me, not every good thing occur at once. I have some and I lose some...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But here's wishing everyone reading this piece a very happy, peaceful and safe festive season. May the reverence of Goddess Durga touches our lives. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So the new mom is happily busy nowadays. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mothers' lives are never relaxed..as many will agree, and I am of course no exception. My little two-month old keeps me on my toes - action packed days and sleepless nights ( the later I am wishing to pass soon ).....:) But exhaustion has seldom been so rewarding, and sleep has never been so easily ignored. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Looking at the little one's face makes my day now.....when he smiles at me ( a thing he has started doing just a few days ago ), it takes my heart away....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All for today...hope to be back soon...:)</span>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-37031726189793793722011-04-05T09:21:00.001-04:002011-04-05T09:22:50.946-04:00Historic Win....!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The most awaited tournament for the cricket players and the lovers of the game, the ICC World Cup, 2011, came to an end on Saturday, April 2.......and did it finish the way we want it to.......you bet...!!! India, after awaiting 28 years to bring the coveted cup home, succeeded and so well deservingly won it by beating Sri Lanka in a match that will be etched in the annals of cricketing history, forever.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But there is one thing I would like to share....I will tell you that I was not creatively inert altogether these few months.....I did some little paintings (but only as a beginner....) and will put those up today for you to see and comment/criticize. I am absolutely in the learning phase and thus there is nothing much to expect. I got an opportunity to attend a few watercolor painting classes under the able guidance of artiste <a href="http://www.harmonyartstudio.com/">Kristine Brock</a> , and only began to learn but unfortunately, I was not able to continue attending the classes for a number of personal constraints. So whatever little I learnt and I tried (and still learning and trying), I put up here....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The heavy snowfall sometimes becomes difficult and gets in the way of our daily activities here but nevertheless I am excited for a whole new experience.....!!! :)</span>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-23549974309128712842010-12-21T03:41:00.000-05:002010-12-21T03:41:13.575-05:00"Gratitude is the memory of the heart.."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reader's Digest is one of my favourite reading materials. I love this magazine because of its interesting articles on an extended range of topics..the magazine provides me with doses of humour, famous quotes, lifestyle lessons, real life incidents and experiences....and even good recipes sometimes...!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All of a sudden, today, I started writing about Reader's Digest because this latest edition carried an article about one gentleman's experience about the effects of two little but very important words in our lives - Thank You.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The piece gave me a renewed insight about the importance of being thankful for what we are blessed with....the persons and possessions of our lives. The thought that moved me the most in the article is, I quote -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Until you learn to be grateful for the things you have, you will not receive the things you want."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The feeling of being grateful is rewarding and this feeling gives us the hope and persistence to sail through life - to be happy for what we have, to feel for those who don't have even that much, to be patient for what we want to have and to let go of what we were not destined to have... :)</span>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-18566402646864510502010-11-29T13:35:00.000-05:002010-11-29T13:35:47.105-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ininweb.uprm.edu/isser/nsfworkshop/san%20juan/beach-footprints2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://ininweb.uprm.edu/isser/nsfworkshop/san%20juan/beach-footprints2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life is full of moments....some good, some not-so-good, some filled with happiness, some others heartbreaking. But this well-connected moments and their accumulation make this journey more beautiful, enriching...and worth living for.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some incidents occur and the memories and the associated feelings, the impressions....remain etched in our minds. Other occurrences fade away by the passage of time...much as the sea-waters wash away the foot-prints we leave while walking across the shores.....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Our lives are thus a rendition of remembering and forgetting.......of holding on to some, and letting go of the others...!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am now revealing the true intent of my story...that this year, after merely observing the pomp of the day for the past two years, we decided to celebrate the day in our own way. One of the two major aspects of the festival was missing (as we are thousand of miles away from our family...so family get together was painfully out of question)....but turkey was not.....!!!! So we decided to have a turkey dinner...:) Observing that a whole turkey would be too much for just the two of us, we bought a Turkey wing and I cooked it in true Indian style ( much in the same way as I would have made chicken tandoori )....!!! and I must say, we loved it....it tasted even better than chicken...( as were said by many of my friends here...) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For the two of us, (the husband and I), experimenting with food doesn't happen very often....we prefer to stick to our good old Indian foods and delicacies, but we tried this and much to our delight, it came out very good.....We most definitely will always be very much Indian, in every way possible, and..even more especially when it's about the palate....but Thanksgiving with turkey will remain memorable......:)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">'Guzaarish' dishes out the same intrigue and uniqueness and to top that, the film is shot by cinematographer Sudeep Chatterjee with an excellence which seems less of a lens-work and more like an artiste's stroke on canvas....only it is celluloid...!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The story is plain....it just is about a well-known magician (played by Hrithik Roshan) , who, 14 years ago, met with a near fatal accident which leaves him quadriplegic. Being paralyzed physically, his health gradually deteriorates and after living, loving and suffering through his condition, he finally appeals unsuccessfully for Euthanasia (mercy killing). </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The story, as plain and with some constraints in the weaving of its details, acquires a certain level of drama with the maneuvering of the characters, their passion and demeanor, and the associated sequences. The gaps in writing has been somewhat covered by the camera and the director's expertise in the portrayal. The performances by the lead and character artiste's deserves mention. Aishwarya Rai Bachchan's (playing the nurse to the ailing magician) mettle has been redefined, giving an impression that only Bhansali can understand, work out and make her come up with the best. Hrithik Roshan reasserts himself with respect to the acting skills as well as his drop-dead charisma, in this piece of cinema. The film expresses itself and flashes back into the incidents happened earlier in a very different and stylish manner ( I won't come out with the details here for keeping the magic intact for those who have not yet watched the movie), the scenes and colors are equally distinctive and used with defined sensibility. The costume and music, because of its unlikeness, went well with the narration.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For me, it was an experience worth having, except for a tad bit of melodrama in bits and pieces throughout and especially in the closing shot. Moreover much of the narration leaves many a things to the perception of the viewers, the expressions not as detailed as in his earlier films.......and this perspective of the movie may do either good or pose as a disadvantage for the movie depending on the audiences' demand for clarity. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">'Guzaarish' is about the celebration of life and its moments.....the love we feel, but the movie does not blurt out the message, loud and clear..it flows underneath along the length of the film. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I would have loved it rather more if it ended giving out a brighter sense of optimism as it intended to do, it seemed....but fell short for whatever reasons......</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I think of her often, remember her on her every birthday, and I knew somewhere inside that she knows this fact and she understands. She tried to contact me a few times, the friends who knew both of us thinks that I over reacted....but it's perhaps a confession that I, knowing the fact that each person is destined to live with certain respective terms and conditions in life, still cannot get over the feeling that she deserved much more than she went through. May God bless her with immense happiness, peace and love in her life.....and I want her to understand ( I know she does) that I consider her as one whom I'll always regard as my friend and will always love her.....only I choose not to be a part of her present....</span>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-2844722695850052562010-11-15T15:55:00.005-05:002010-11-29T13:25:31.671-05:00The most enriching read of this year..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51v4bJewHpL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51v4bJewHpL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reading is my passion. It is said about me by my near and dear ones that I cannot spent a day without spending sometime with a printed material before my eyes. I happily agree to that notion. It's true that I love to read, be it anything like a newspaper article, writings of fellow bloggers, magazine bits and pieces, novels and non-fiction or even (if nothing's available) the community newsletter and everything with religious interest and attention....!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last year I read a novel that I loved and will always remember.... 'The Kite Runner' by Khaled Hosseini. It's the story of two friends in Afghanistan. This year, incidentally, another book on Afghanistan stood out of all my readings. This is not a novel though, but a work of non-fiction, named 'Good Morning Afghanistan. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Missing our near and dear ones is an everyday affair when it comes to people like us who live miles away from their own land and people.....but if I would ever regard a particular time as the 'Missing Home' season, it's now..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel this a very wonderful coincidence..that here in USA, the festive season also comes now, in this quarter of the year....It's Halloween today, the festival to ward off the evil during this harvest season (or, the day of the dead, as it is variously explained to describe the significance of the celebration), the Thanksgiving Day, which comes in November, the festival to express gratitude and thankfulness to God and to our friends and relatives for every possessions and relationships that we are blessed with, and finally the Christmas, in December, which we celebrate in India in as joyful way as it is here.....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, festive season, more or less is in the same time here as in my own country.....celebration is all around...missing only are the persons whom I love so much.....they are staying so, so far away....!!! When we meet once a year...it then becomes no less than a festival....!!! But this wait becomes so long...........</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Firstly, thank you for all your comments to date.....they are insightful, and some really helps. But I beg to differ with this <a href="http://suryatapa.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-of-blogging.html#comments">last comment </a>of yours. I don't dream to be popular, I just want to be better in whatever I do. Don't misunderstand my dream of getting better as the dream of getting popular. Secondly, I'm too small a writer and don't, even in my dreams, have the audacity to compare to the Tagores...His writings are a very sensitive point to me, and yours too, as I know..so I really don't have the courage to even mention him while talking about my writing. Thank you so much for being kind enough to read my blog regularly as you are the only one, except from my hubby and sister to read me with such particularity.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Till date, I've expressed only what I have felt, sometimes in a good way, sometimes in not so good way....that's why the longing of being a good writer. But of course, I don't want to be popular at the cost of the quality of my writing. I guess I have only wrote and felt about achieving perfection in my writings, never </span></i><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">meaningless </span></i></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">popularity. Yes, of course, I love it when people read my blog regularly and say good things about it, if I didn't, I could have maintained a personal diary of sorts, rather than blogging in media. Believe it or not, A writer's credibility depends on his/her writing ability as well as on the readership. These are interconnected in very many ways. You can't achieve one without giving proper value to the other, I feel. Wordsworth's poems would not have gained such heights if his sister didn't read and save each one of them and publish them later, because the poet himself is known to throw away all his writings in a careless fashion. We would not have known Wordsworth otherwise and imagine what loss it would have been for English literature. So a writer is partly true for his/her writings and partly for his/her readers. Otherwise it would have been incomplete. It's not about popularity my dear, it's like dewdrops on lotus leaves......it may not be necessary, but it certainly makes it beautiful.....</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">yours truly,</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">P.S. You want me to write about value of relationships in our lives. I remember that, will certainly write about it...just give me some time. :)</span></i>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-18680490271599305982010-10-01T21:11:00.001-04:002010-10-01T21:21:16.941-04:00One year of blogging....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bigfoto.com/sites/galery/flowers2/tulips_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.bigfoto.com/sites/galery/flowers2/tulips_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This post is all about remembering that what had started as a 'let's see if I can' has come to a position of 'let's see if I can do any better'....Talking about my blogging, of course....Last year in July, I started this blog so as to see if I can even put words to my thoughts and experiences...this one year that has passed had said to me that yes, that's quite possible but also I have a million things to learn about writing......a lot of things, really.....at times, when I read any good article, from a magazine, journal, or newspaper, or a good post in a blog of some other writer, I tend to learn, I try to observe a point or two about the finesse of this art called writing.....and see that I really have "Miles to go before I sleep...." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I'm happy that I have been able to start learning, through these small steps of writing on my own, ...and it's been a year now......I look forward to continue writing with much more ease and correctness in days to come...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <b>" Flatter me, and I may not believe you....</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> Criticize me, and I may not like you......</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.......</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> Encourage me.....and I will not forget you..."</b></span>Suryatapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12177307547008787520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878365149844263677.post-87876945042795515442010-10-01T20:38:00.006-04:002010-10-01T20:45:08.487-04:00A Visit to AcadiaA couple of months ago, on a long weekend, we visited the Acadia National Park, Maine. The national park is on the Mt.Desert Island of Maine and covers the Atlantic bays of that region. The two-day tour had been a wonderful experience laced with the scenic beauties of the island and a thrilling experience driving through the Park Loop Road that mostly circles through the park, touching the beautiful lakes and views of the mighty Atlantic.<br />
The town nearest to the National Park is Bar Harbor. Walking through the downtown of Bar Harbor was also a memorable experience, a moment of festivity and joy touched my heart, walking along the winding roads passing garden restaurants, souvenir shops, ice-cream parlors and listening to the hustle-bustle of tourists and residents alike. Somewhere down the road we found a guy singing songs playing a keyboard.....and people sitting around, listening to him.....kids dancing to the rhythm.....:)<br />
The tour was one of the most heart-warming experiences I had in recent times..<br />
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Today,thus I share some of the photographs taken on that tour to the Acadia National Park, with my friends here....<br />
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I was disappointed with myself for the Indiblogger ranking of August and had a resolution that I'll surely spend more time towards my blogging to improve the overall look and quality of my blog.....but what a slow start it had been for the current month.....!!! I don't know if I can make it up....but I'll definitely try. Let's see how it goes..!!</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Since childhood, my sister and I celebrated Raksha-Bandhan in our own way. We used to make or buy rakhis for each other and celebrate the day. We felt that if it means love, respect and to stand by each other at all times, then it should not be confined to only brothers and sisters....it can well be between two sisters and two brothers as well...or between friends for that matter. Both of us were, and still are, partners of our good and bad times...that's why this particular expression is important to us, and will remain so forever. Perhaps, that's why Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore initiated Raksha-Bandhan during Swadesi movement and christened it as 'Maitri-Bandhan', emphasising on the affection, oneness and regard one should have for everybody and thus took it beyond the boundaries of any particular relation.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On this auspicious day, today, I observed another wonderful thing. My sis-in-law, yesterday was wondering over phone about not being able to tie rakhi in her brother's hand, because of the very common fact we experience in our lives at present, the physical distance!!!....and upon me came the responsibility of tying rakhi to her brother (my husband)...:) I initially felt awkward thinking about it as my mind was shrouded with 'filmy' ideas that tying Rakhi is a symbolic way of 'making' brother or attaining a sibling feeling towards that person...:) !!!! Bollywood does have an impact..</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">."Maano ya na maano". </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But eventually I did tie rakhi on his wrist and felt that if its 'Raksha Bandhan', then it is quite appropriate this way too....as husbands do pledge to protect their wives from all adversities in the best possible way, don't they?......so what's wrong with it? So I acted on behalf of my sis-in-law, true, but the ritual also became my way of giving and getting a promise to stay together through thick and thins......</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">India, as a free nation, 'at the stroke of the midnight', will be 63. Many things, issues, people have changed....much more needs to change. But today as I wish my dear country and all the people and myself a very Happy Independence Day, I would not delve into the meaning and idea of independence, as I did last year this day on my blog. We all know by this time what this word means and what it should imply in our lives.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">H</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">atred : communal and regional (courtesy 'Raj'niti ) alike</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ncredible India : Our tourism needs to see a better day</span><br />
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