Musings

I happen to be one of those people who listen to the radio almost everyday. Every morning to be exact and usually between 7-8 am to be precise. And I also listen to the same channel every time. (usually when I'm driving alone)  I don't know about you but I grew up with the radio on. I remember how me and my sisters loved to listen to the request segments at night and even though we never requested any song (because we were too young to know we could do it) I loved listening to people's choices and how my favourite song would sometimes be the chosen one. The messages were not bad too. Usually love messages and they were kinda sweet most of the time. I guess my parents must be the ones responsible to place  music in our lives. During those days- the 80s- we had a good solid record player and on lazy afternoons if not the radio, we enjoyed putting on LP's - you know those round records / vinyls and play whatever was there to choose from. Mostly songs of our parents ch...

I think it's nice to break away from the norm once in a while like rearranging your furniture or eating something different than what you normally would in the morning. My mum is one of them who loves to do the former and it's always refreshing when we come visiting to see something different about where the couch is sitting. Sometimes I do it in class too - when it's appropriate - and try putting a different take on how I teach something. The results are usually rewarding :)  But there are things I don't want to change. Like the shoes I'm wearing - I wear the same one for work and for days when I'm not working. The playlist I have in my phone - I can listen to literally the same songs over and over everyday. (But I do add on new songs I happen to like). I choose the same colours when I buy clothes and shawls and to choose something different would just be wrong. (drama much?) And when I order out I also usually order the same thing so my dishes are predictab...

It's two more days to the new year and like many people out there, I look forward to a better year ahead where life will be good not just for me but for my family, friends, students, mankind etc. I do not want to list down resolutions for who actually follows them? They exist in my head and in my conscience :) Sometimes they get achieved. Sometimes you create resolutions in the middle of the year. But whatever it is.. Let's pray to be better humans who make meaning in this world and not just make messes.  Let's take time to live and not be too overwhelmed by social media or even technology (though this is hard to do). Let's heal, encourage, inspire and radiate positivity. Let's be closer to God and believe with strong conviction that the ultimate life is the one we will lead after we die and when we are resurrected. Let's all strive to lead a good life! Happy 2019 everyone! Thanks for being my silent readers.. ;) ps/ stay tuned to my new blog I...

She had a scowl on her face that could not be removed. It came about whenever people made her cross. Lately that was pretty often. There just wasn't enough doors to slam so she slammed the only door closest to her and ranted on about how stupid everyone was around her. Was she the only one who knew how to get things done right?  Breathe in. Breathe out. They tell her. Like that was going to help cool her blazing rage. She could light up a room with that much energy she was emitting.  She retreated to her small office. Her haven. The place where she could just be with her own thoughts and where all she needed was there. Her favourite mug was carefully placed in front of her so that she could see it everyday. A dear friend had given it to her on her birthday and on it it said, "don't worry be happy" an apt reminder for days like today. In the mug she had placed dozens of little notes that said all the nice things about her. Once during their department meeting their H...

All she could hear was the rustling of papers, the scratching of pens across the sheet to form that almost perfect answer and the shuffling of feet underneath the tables, all arranged neatly in rows and stretched from one end to the other. The look of concentration on their faces always amazed her. For in that one single moment every child in the room was determined to show what they were finally made of. These brilliant beings who had slaved away for weeks to remember all that had been taught. To prove that, yes, if I can get through this paper, I can go through anything else ahead of me. Where did it all begin? How did it come to this? After years of teaching it never quite hit her at times that she was partly responsible for turning young, aimless students into these mature, hopeful and able people who can do anything if they set their mind to it. And in that moment too she began to feel grateful for the other influences in their lives that led them to that. The supportive pare...

Can you believe it, it's December already and this is just my 7th post this year?  But considering my lack of entries here, I must say I've surprised myself by writing even more than I imagined this year. I rose up to the challenge my husband gave me and finally started writing the novel I always said I wanted to write.  An online course I took up for free on creative writing started me off and gave me the confidence to write. People say, or maybe some writers said that you should write what you want to read. So that's exactly what I've been doing.  To be honest I'm kinda going into this whole writing thing more on instinct and based on what I pick up from my own reading, so I'm not really sure if I'm doing it right or if people will want to read my story. But I tell you this, the process of writing is thrilling and something I definitely wouldn't mind doing for a living. I mean, I just love creating this story from scratch and creating these charact...

It was one of those days when his thoughts were everywhere but nowhere in particular. Work had started early at the studio and he was already immersed in one project with a dozen others in tow. So he had no time to entertain his thoughts that were filling his head. But requests had been coming in daily since they had opened their small studio in the corner of Merry Street and they were working over time and looking like zombies by the minute. Maybe because it was called `merry' so things were certainly heading in that direction most of the time. It's not that he didn't appreciate the cash that was pouring in, but how could he remain sane when inside he was screaming for help. He stared at the image he had been trying to sketch for the past half hour and tore the paper from its easel crushing the paper into a ball and pretending the rubbish bin was a basketball hoop. The bin was almost overflowing with similar paper balls and needed to be emptied. His barely made the shot a...