Thursday, November 27, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Ahista ahista
My will power is really wimpy today - no time management, no discipline... I'm so vague-headed, I left the cooker on for twenty whole minutes than it needed.
No doubt, I'll get around to dinner in a bit, miss several minutes of my 8.30 soap, drift to bed hours after I plan to... but tomorrow is a new day. Alarm for 5.20 am and every single thing like clockwork, you'll see. I'll be a new me.
No doubt, I'll get around to dinner in a bit, miss several minutes of my 8.30 soap, drift to bed hours after I plan to... but tomorrow is a new day. Alarm for 5.20 am and every single thing like clockwork, you'll see. I'll be a new me.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
This day...
'She's in that state of mind,' said the White Queen, 'that she wants to deny SOMETHING—only she doesn't know what to deny!'
'A nasty, vicious temper,' the Red Queen remarked; and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.
~Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Sunday, November 16, 2014
More Kitten
Guess who has turned up after many days of disappearance?
She has reappeared in the company of an adult cat and another young fellow. The 'mother' (if she is indeed hers) appears tolerant and the other fatter kitten is very happy to play but our kitten behaves in a slightly aloof way as if unsure of how far she may go in associating with this family, and indeed if she is welcome to be as familiar as the other one. And strangely, she has fallen very silent...
But it is just a matter of breaking the ice, I'm sure. Because they are hanging out like siblings... my orphan has found a family after all.
She has reappeared in the company of an adult cat and another young fellow. The 'mother' (if she is indeed hers) appears tolerant and the other fatter kitten is very happy to play but our kitten behaves in a slightly aloof way as if unsure of how far she may go in associating with this family, and indeed if she is welcome to be as familiar as the other one. And strangely, she has fallen very silent...
But it is just a matter of breaking the ice, I'm sure. Because they are hanging out like siblings... my orphan has found a family after all.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Test
So I finally downloaded Swype on my iPad, which makes it an absolute pleasure to type out long sentences. Makes it possible to blog on the go, respond straight away to urgent mails when earlier I found myself waiting till I got to a computer. I learned to type on qwerty keyboards as a teen and type fairly speedily, so you can imagine the torture of tapping.
Hurrah for Swype.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Friday, November 07, 2014
Karthika Pournami
For the header, I take down Sandra Simpson's comment on scope:
trying to make
myself understood —
the sun in a spoon
In its place, I give in to vanity and put up one of my own. I haven't written too many haiku in my life – but this one, with all its imperfections, came fully formed yesterday, kigo and all.
As I lay out lamps for the full moon of Karthika
the kitten
astonished
It ties up some of my current preoccupations, the chief of which is this orphaned kitten. It was abandoned in our garden a few days ago, crying piteously under a jasmine bush. I waited for the mother but it became clear that she wasn't coming back.
My mother was severely ailurophobic and we've been very strict all our lives about never encouraging cats to hang about. She learnt to tolerate them at a distance and since our grills were designed specifically to keep out even the smallest of them, she was able to keep her composure even with felines wandering about in the garden. But giving them milk, engaging with them... absolute no-nos.
But my mum has been gone a few years now, and there this little fellow was. Distressed and hungry. So I overcame a lifetime of training and fed her. I have no intention of taking her in and have tried to stress upon her that she is a creature of the wild that must fend for itself – she must scavenge if she can't hunt. She has coped, I must say, quite admirably. She ventures afar, perhaps into dustbins of non-vegetarians and some days doesn't seem to need anything from me. I now pour out some milk only if she's very persistent.
But the other aspect is... well, her chattiness. This is a vocal, voluble cat that needs friendliness even more than food. She likes to be under the car, marks every entry and exit through the gates with prolonged conversation. When Bhoodevi washes the yard and puts 'muggu' every morning, she follows her movements avidly, talking all the time. Plus, she is bestowed with near-lethal levels of cuteness, which makes my 'do-not-befriend-cats' policy rather difficult to follow.
When I came out with lamps yesterday, she emerged to eye the proceedings with wide-eyed amazement. I bade her sit far and not venture near the flames; she had the sense to do that but she was excited with lamps on every step and along the wall.
Anyway, the season of short days is upon us, and even if oil lamps are today only symbolic, it feels nice to have them. I had never paid so much attention to seasons before, to the pull of the moon, the turns of the earth, the angles of the sun. So many things to be astonished about.
trying to make
myself understood —
the sun in a spoon
In its place, I give in to vanity and put up one of my own. I haven't written too many haiku in my life – but this one, with all its imperfections, came fully formed yesterday, kigo and all.
As I lay out lamps for the full moon of Karthika
the kitten
astonished
It ties up some of my current preoccupations, the chief of which is this orphaned kitten. It was abandoned in our garden a few days ago, crying piteously under a jasmine bush. I waited for the mother but it became clear that she wasn't coming back.
My mother was severely ailurophobic and we've been very strict all our lives about never encouraging cats to hang about. She learnt to tolerate them at a distance and since our grills were designed specifically to keep out even the smallest of them, she was able to keep her composure even with felines wandering about in the garden. But giving them milk, engaging with them... absolute no-nos.
But my mum has been gone a few years now, and there this little fellow was. Distressed and hungry. So I overcame a lifetime of training and fed her. I have no intention of taking her in and have tried to stress upon her that she is a creature of the wild that must fend for itself – she must scavenge if she can't hunt. She has coped, I must say, quite admirably. She ventures afar, perhaps into dustbins of non-vegetarians and some days doesn't seem to need anything from me. I now pour out some milk only if she's very persistent.
But the other aspect is... well, her chattiness. This is a vocal, voluble cat that needs friendliness even more than food. She likes to be under the car, marks every entry and exit through the gates with prolonged conversation. When Bhoodevi washes the yard and puts 'muggu' every morning, she follows her movements avidly, talking all the time. Plus, she is bestowed with near-lethal levels of cuteness, which makes my 'do-not-befriend-cats' policy rather difficult to follow.
When I came out with lamps yesterday, she emerged to eye the proceedings with wide-eyed amazement. I bade her sit far and not venture near the flames; she had the sense to do that but she was excited with lamps on every step and along the wall.
Anyway, the season of short days is upon us, and even if oil lamps are today only symbolic, it feels nice to have them. I had never paid so much attention to seasons before, to the pull of the moon, the turns of the earth, the angles of the sun. So many things to be astonished about.
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