Changing times.. decreasing abilities. .

There was a time when words used to flow and I just had to use a pen and a paper as a filter to catch a few before they left the memory. That was the time when there was no or very limited internet access. When I spent a lot of time with myself.

It is well known that the more you practice an art the more refined you become in it. That was happening to me. I was developing my style of writing. Since I wrote often all the more things interested me and since I thought about more things.. there was more to write about.  I was in the right cycle.

What happened then.?

I will not completely blame it on the lifestyle change. Internet has so much to offer that I got caught up. Instead of being a producer I became a consumer of different ideas and thoughts. Which is not wrong. It is good to know what others are expressing.

What I missed is to take some time out of it. Ruminate.. and create my own using different budding ideas.

Instead I chose to keep the continuous intake going. Today I can see a change in my ability to write.

What used to be my second nature now needs more effort.

As I have seen it all.. heard it all and read it all… I feel there is not much to say from my side. Or maybe.. I am not getting intrigued enough by anything to want to write about it.

Whatever may be the reason. I miss writing. Writing like before.


Finding the ‘I’ in ‘Me’..

Many many years ago.. I sat in my room with my diary and a pen in hand.

Yes I loved to write by hand on paper and that gave me a deep connection with the words. I felt as if I owned them and the words owned me too. I felt as their creator and loved them like my children. Not that what I type now is not as special but when I wrote.. I fell in love..

That’s when I met the person who was writing. She was quite different from what I am. She was more passionate.. opinionated. . Daring.. open.. witty.. caring.. and above all Expressive. A quality I seriously lack.

She was and is all that I want to be.

Where did she hide all day..?

Inside Me..

I am in plain sight… Right outside the writer. Making a shell.

I want to break free.

Here I am.. everything that I am.. all of it.. yet the world can’t see.

Those who see.. can’t believe. .

This is who I can be. This is who I am. All of Me.

Presentation for DPchallenge for the week

Oil bath – The lost Art

I am proud to be born an Indian.. The  culturally richest country of the world.

With such diversity of cultures we are not even aware of what unique traditions we can find if we take a small trip outside our town, city or village. Here every household has something or the other contributing to this vast mix.

One of those that I remember from my own childhood is the Oil Bath .

We South Indians bath very often. Thanks to the hot humid climate bathing is like our cheapest temperature control system. Atleast Once everyday throughout the year, twice and sometimes upto thrice a day in summers to combat the heat.

Add to it the Religious and Traditional reasons and it looks like we spend more time bathing than any other activity.

One of those traditional bathing rituals is Oil bath. Women are supposed to do it on Tuesdays and Fridays and the day allocated to men is Saturday. 

So what is it.. do we sit in a tub filled with oil like Cleopatra did with milk.? More than a beauty treatment it would have looked like being fried alive. Thankfully that is not what it is..

We just need to gently rub gingelly oil
(some people use coconut oil also) all over our bodies from the scalp to toes. Some may go ahead and massage also. Then soak in it for about an hour and take bath (here it goes again) in nice warm water so that the pores open and the oil is sucked right in. 

There are innumerable benefits to this kind of bathing. From beautification to health benefits. Those who did it regularly lead a healthy long life.

But it is a lost art now. Neither we have the time to perform nor we can see the goodness of it.


It was not just beneficial medically but also helped strengthen family ties. Bath time is a time for fun and frolic for children. And when the whole family gathered in the backyard near the well and all the women and children of the house applied oil together and spent time with each other they made some beautiful delicate memories. That used to stay with them all their lives.

I feel this lost art if returned would make stronger people internally and externally… physically and emotionally.

When I read this weeks DP challenge lots of things came to my mind but this is one of the arts that I personally miss hence decided to share here.

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Beginning of life with Television..

Friends and I…. a few days ago we had a long chat about the television during the early days..

Both the television and us… entered our homes at about the same time…  that was the time when not every home had a TV.. and it was just growing to become an essential household item..

So as we both were new… the impression was strong… 

Unlike today..when the attention spans of people are shorter than the advertisements itself.. we valued all that was shown… the memory of each show stayed with us for days.. months… years….. and decades if I may say so.. as they are still fresh in our minds…

Looking back and remembering them one by one… we were all elated…

Those shows has touched our lives… as they were about the regular people…. the common man and woman… and kids… the characters were almost always identifiable.. not like now when we can’t even associate with the protagonists as their lives seem somehow larger than life… and quite impossible to be in the kind of people we meet regularly..

Old shows had a charm… the sets costumes were never over the top.. they were believable.. the stories were simple and showed day to day life events… with acting being the most important part.. not just how visually grand it can look…there were only a few characters… but all were well defined.. and had their importance even if the role was small…

Even the advertisements shown made their impacts… we still can recite a few of them.. and we still use the tag lines as phrases in our day to day conversations.. and they make sense to our generation only…

Be it emotional.. comedy.. fantasy.. mythological.. musical.. educational… we had it all…

Other than Hindi movies we also had Regional films on Sunday afternoons. And just before that was the news for the deaf.. I had a fascination to learn the sign language since then…

It just showed that the Channel catered for all.. literally..

As kids we were also good part of the audience… so… special ‘kids shows’ were part of the weekends. Other than cartoons.. we had moral stories played out specially for us…we had puppets…and we had our share of super heroes back then too..

As the years progressed.. more channels got added and many more shows made their way into our lives..

Looking at a few actors who started back then and made a good name for themselves…seeing them mature and successful today is reminiscent of the past.

The time we spent in front of the television.. was a lot less than what kids do now a days….

I feel we were more enriched by television.. than robbed of our childhood by it.. I am so thankful to have lived in those times…

A strange tale of fate..

What else can I call it.. till the first week of January this year.. I was living my life.. nice and quiet.. with minimal social presence.. watching movies endlessly..  having peaceful afternoon teas with family.. living life.. just the way I like it..

When all of a sudden one of my friends posted an old school pic on his Facebook wall..

Life as I knew it ended that day..

Many of my old friends from school came together to like and comment jokingly on that pic.. one comment led to another.. many friend invited many others…and I guess the pic was the most commented in the history of any of our friend’s pics.

It was getting too much to handle on Facebook.. many shameful truths were coming out..and our collective image of good students was getting spoilt..not to mention that many of the spouses, parents and In-laws too had access to that.

So we came up with a simple solution.. not to wash our dirty linen in public…

We decided to take it up on a more private chat.. thinking that we have already said so much on Facebook.. not much would b left to say here…

Fortunately we all were in for a shock… just in a few days msgs started flooding in.. some of us didn’t even remember others from school but still felt that instant connection.. and messaged away..

In the initial days I still thought.. its just a craze of meeting old friends after a decade and might die down in a few days…

Wrong again..!!

We are more closer to each other than we ever were in school.. connected 24×7.. as we are spread across the when some of us sleep.. others keep the chat going.. we r like a relay group who pass on the writing torch to the next shift… to keep it going..

It happens rarely that I wake up and don’t find at least a few msgs to read..and that definitely brings a smile to my face…every morning.. and brightens my day for sure..

And going further.. we are also very interested in each others lives.. appreciating and supporting each other in our lives endeavours.

Result of that is this blog.. still find it hard to believe.. as just a couple of months ago..had anyone told me I would be writing this…I would have laughed and dismissed it right away… but then… here I am.. writing away.. and excited to do so too..

It is true that the friends we make early in our lives do stay close to our heart all your life.. I am happy that mine are close to my life too..