Ishithaa

The decision to enter the A to Z Blogging Challenge was taken at the spur of the moment. As always, setting the goal is the easiest thing to do, to live out your decision and fulfil the goal is the real challenge.   Its March 29 th already and I know that most of the participants have already thought out what they are going to write about and already have their posts ready and scheduled. All they are waiting for, is April. As for me, I do have a vague idea on what to write about; rather I have developed an idea with generous help from a friend who has another blog . A young girl living in India, with dreams of flying higher than the clouds, with an ambition to touch the stars and play with the moon, is suddenly faced with a question most of her friends are facing too. Marriage. What would this twist of fate do to her life, her plans and her career? Through a series of 26 posts, I am trying to explain what she goes through, the choices and sacrifices she makes and the ...

Photo taken at: Kochi Muziris Biennale 2013 To make sense of the unclear, To let the muddy waters settle, To make words of alphabets and To make pictures of the shades of life, That is but human nature.... Why then is this mind of yours, Even when lost in the unknown, When darkness should have taken over, Drunk in the black of the night Flies above the clouds, free and happy? Psst: With a few friends, all I did was watch this artwork, these lines came to me and haven't let me sleep till I finally wrote it down the last night. I've written it down as and how it came to my mind, somehow did not feel like correcting/polishing/bettering it. 

I was reading a few blogs the other day when I happened to come across a badge mentioning something about an AtoZ Blogging Challenge . The curious me went on to click and reach their site.  Ahha! Now that’s really a challenge, especially for someone like me. I am a person who works at a computer for a large share during the day, reaches home way past the sun has gone home and I really loathe having to stare at the computer screen for even another minute in the day, even TV is a big no no for me. There’s a limit to how much I can put up with a bright screen with numbers, alphabets and images. I’d rather sneak away to someplace that soothes my nerves or snuggle into that seat by the window with a few cushions and a nice book to read. So, coming back to this challenge I found, it requires me to do a blog post every day through April. Simple? Well, not so simple. As per the name, it needs to be on the theme of alphabets, on the first of April the post I make needs to be at l...

Though this is not a cookery blog or anything, I just thought I'd do a different post. This is one recipe I'm in love with, and that's the reason its found a place on my blog. The main ingredient is ginger , a commonly available spice in my part of the country. Health Benefits: ·          Chewing a fresh piece of ginger prevents flatulence, vomiting, other painful ailments of stomach and the bowels. ·          Juice extracted from ginger, mixed with honey can be taken four times a day, and is proven to be an effective home remedy for cough and colds. ·          Ginger has been found to be as effective as vitamin B6 in the treatment of morning sickness. ·          Ginger has shown anti-inflammatory properties and is a very effective natural painkiller. ·          Ginger may al...

What’s in those dimples; Empty shallow set of teeth Creases around the eyes – crows feet When they mean nothing Its not like you don’t know Why then do you dip yourself Deep in those pools and lose yourself When you know they are just PITS.

Osho  : The psychology movement is basically male chauvinist, and strangely, it has exploited women more than men. Most of the differences between men and women are because of thousands of years of conditioning. They are not fundamental to nature, but there are a few differences which give them unique beauty, individuality. Those differences can be counted very easily. One is that the woman is capable of producing life; man is not. In that way he is inferior, and that inferiority has played a great role in the domination of women by men. The inferiority complex works in this way: it pretends to be superior --to deceive oneself and to deceive the whole world. So man down the ages has been destroying the woman's genius, talents, capacities, so that he can prove himself superior --to himself and to the world. Because the woman gives birth, she remains for nine months or more absolutely vulnerable, dependent on a man. Men have exploited this in a very ugly way. And that is ...

It has been quite a while since my formal education is completed, well not completed in the sense of ‘learning over’ but what I mean is I’ve completed my masters and am currently engaged in the promotion of a few brands on the internet. Time flies when you enjoy what you do. I seriously did not think I would last more than a month in any job. But, still wonder what made me stick on here for nearly two years now. Well, I do know the answers to it too. Firstly, there is lots to learn, lots as in, really really a lot. And the internet is something that changes almost everyday; offering you chances to learn some new trick every day. So, surprising even myself, I found that job which does not bore me to death(hasn’t happened till now at least) or which does not stop offering me challenges in life(yet!). And secondly, the more important thing is that I’ve made a bunch of really really good friends who now almost mean the world to me. But now that familiar feeling has started to gnaw m...

The man was going about his daily business as usual, on his way to have his breakfast, he exits the building in which he stays, holding an ancient suitcase and the latest edition of a leading business daily.  Time has taken its toll. The small frame has become frail now; the lines on his skin have become deeper and he has developed a slight stoop. But, needless to say, the man still loves everyone the same way he used to, beaming at every child and talking to every pebble on his way. Walking up the stairs, nearing the library, he sees me. I must say, he looks pleasantly surprised, obviously happy to see his dear m ol( daughter, he would call me lovingly ) after about 2 years.  We spent some time sharing what passed in the last two years, he enquiring about my job, friends and me about his family and health. I think I saw the trace of a few silent tears when he shared his feelings about leaving HG Academy forever. He says he loves the profession and loves his students, ...