H is for Happiness
I usually avoid religious references. But what are myths but great stories of power? I picked Happiness for today. And there was only one character to portray its essence.
Religion
Power Play
Power play – a poem.
MayShortReads11: The Belief Artist
“You’re a con. None of these things work.” said Shayla shaking the tiny glass bell with the silver heart for a clapper. It was pretty but Shayla wouldn’t admit that. She settled for holding it with the tips of her manicured fingers. “That’s not true. I don’t lie.” Deerun replied,…
Goddess
I drag feet of clayThrough a day too longFlap through the slime of bad moodsTo islands of coherent thoughtAnd prepare for the battle of the sore back I fidget in my chairAnd remember too late,I’m wearing whiteI work late so the paper’s pristineAnd so no one sees the stains when…
7 Secrets Of Shiva: A Religious Textbook, Not A Myth-Analysis
This is a book review for BlogAdda. The blurb of ‘7 Secrets of Shiva‘ by Devdutt Pattanaik says, “Smeared with ashDraped in animal hideHe sits atop the snow-capped mountainSkull in handWithdrawn, with dogs for companyDestroying the world with his indifferenceHe is God who the Goddess shall awakenHis name is Shiva…
Blurring The Boundaries: Gangaur Celebrations
A friend invited me to judge a fashion show at the Gangaur celebrations of her (Marwari) community. I didn’t even know about this festival until she asked me.
The Girl At The Bus-Stop
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…
The Sabbatical
Since I quit my job a little over six months ago, the one question I keep getting asked is, So what are you doing these days? Interesting isn’t it, how one’s career defines one’s life? At one point of time I used to resent the fact that my I was…
Christmas
I was talking to Ajay about attending midnight mass tomorrow. He asked me why I was attending. Here’s why. I grew up in a predominantly Christian area. My neighbors were a family of three very creative daughters. All of December was spent creating paper flowers, eggshell-and-confetti buds, tinsel-and-thermacol cutouts. All…
Finding My Religion
I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog a while ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now. That picture is not visible on the blog anymore…