A golden dragon, that’s who I’d be.

dragon-238931_1280One of the prompts on this week’s Friday Reflections was “ If you were an animal what would you be and why?”  Writing in response to this prompt makes me feel like a student in one of my creative writing classes. How often have I asked them to write on this topic, but never have I attempted to do so.  Ah well, there is a first time for everything and so here goes!

If I had to choose to be any animal in the world, I would choose to be a dragon; a beautiful golden dragon!

The reason I’d be a dragon is because I was born in the year of the dragon, but even before I knew that fact, dragons fascinated me. I never saw them as horrible evil creatures meant to be slain. To me, they were magical creatures who had tremendous power. They were the wisest of all beasts and the most regal. In fact the true king of the beasts would be the dragon not the lion.

And why a golden dragon? Because it is the most intelligent and pure of all dragons.  They are magical and can change their form at will. Though they are immensely strong, they prefer talking things over rather than using force. Their mission is to end evil and that is something I rather fantasize doing.

Whenever I imagine a golden dragon, I see a creature of great strength yet with such grace of movement that it is beauty in motion. Combine it with a mind of rare intelligence and what more could you want to be?

I imagine myself soaring across the moon, and swooping back down in a breathtaking dive. I imagine changing forms to tackle evil and making the earth a better place.  Oh what fun I would have belching out fire at corrupt politicians, paedophile priests and other such scum of the earth! I would be magical and good and powerful!  What other reason is needed to be a golden dragon?

What animal would you choose to be? Do leave your answer in the comments. I would love to know!

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You may also like to read my other blog post https://thequillofthephoenix.wordpress.com/2016/10/18/book-review-fighting-for-tara-by-sunanda-chatterjee/

Movie Review: Ae Dil Hai Mushkil

 

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Yesterday I watched Ae Dil Hai Mushkil and you know what? I enjoyed it.  No, I ‘m not going to be all trendy and bash the movie and Karan Johar, because I really, truly enjoyed it.

The thing is, I don’t go for a movie with any other expectation other than to relax, except if I consciously decide to watch a movie like “Pink”.

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I loved the songs and the craziness! Ranbir’s character Aayan loves to cuddle all the time. So what? There are teddy bear guys like that in real life and you would be so lucky to have someone like that in your life.

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Anushka Sharma’s character shoots her mouth off. Maybe we are not yet ready for a girl making fun of the way a guy kisses, but I loved the way she acts so care a damn honest.

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Ash looks Hot! And all of you who want to say, “Oh but she has Mickey Contactor to get her in shape!”, truth is she has got back into shape and is looking even more gorgeous than ever. There is a maturity about her that wasn’t there before.

And as for the falling in and out of love or lust at the drop of a hat, what’s wrong with that? We accept it in “Friends” and “Sex in the City” and other such firang stuff, so why not here?  And don’t give me that “oh but we are Indians”, bullshit. Or is it that we’d rather accept rape in out moves than consensual sex? I think it’s time we grew up.

Coming to the unrequited love part, well, life doesn’t always come with happy endings. So that’s fine. If hearts didn’t break, there’d be no stories.

The only jarring note really, was the ending. It looks like the plot ran way by itself and they didn’t know how to tie the bow. It should have been left untied. Ideally the movie should have ended when Fawad and Ranbir meet again accidentally in London. But I suppose we are not yet ready for untied bows either.

 

21 random facts about me

11351327_1003802446304578_2977861388820677101_nThis post is written in response to a prompt on Friday Reflections on  Write Tribe

 

I thought I’d choose this topic for Friday reflections and just finish it in a jiffy. After all it is just 21 random facts about yourself right? How hard is that to write? But as I started writing, I realised that while I could find enough facts to pen down, how many did I really want to share with the world? And so I guess that becomes my first fact. And since it does say random, forgive me if I jump from one area of my life to the other and back with no link or connection what so ever.

  1. I don’t like to share my innermost feelings or thoughts with any one. There is always that one wall behind which I hide.
  2. I have twin daughters. I would have loved to have a couple more but was too mindful of the ever growing population of the world.
  3. I talk to all animals, even the spiders and lizards in my house. I even name them!
  4. The only animals I kill are mosquitoes.
  5. I can spend the whole day in bed with a good book and then wonder how it has suddenly become dark.
  6. I love to be alone at home. If I could, I’d never leave the house. And that scares me so much that I force myself to get out.
  7. I hate to cook dal chaval. But I love to bake.
  8. Old Bollywood songs over modern music any day.
  9. A jar of Nutella lasts for one sitting. So I get a separate jar for my daughter and we label our respective jars.
  10. I have trained myself to go alone for movies, or for a beer and a meal. And I feel great about it!
  11. When I was young, Dad used to take me with him to watch English war movies and action thrillers since mom hated going to the theatre. I still prefer those movies over romance or comedy.
  12. I fell in love at the age of 11, with Rishi Kapoor when I went to see Bobby.
  13. I still read Enid Blyton books. Though I also read Nora Robert and Jim Butcher. (I love the Dresden Files)Book-Cover-1
  14. My first book, “Who Shall I be today?” was published this year in March. It is a book of poems and got some pretty good reviews.
  15. I have a huge pink Teddy bear named Fred whom I bought as a birthday gift for myself on my 50th birthday.
  16. I eat ice cream as I walk down the road.
  17. I hate wearing formal clothes though I envy the people who can carry them off.
  18. I love dancing and I just need to hear the music to get itchy feet.
  19. I prefer Prof. Bhaer over Mr. Darcy. But if I had to describe the kind of man I am still waiting for, he would have to be able to dance, feed me awesome food and love to read.IMG-20140706-WA0002
  20. The reason I get out of bed nowadays, is my crazy dog, Muffin. She came into my life two years ago, as a puppy who needed to be rescued from the gutter she had fallen in. Today, I can’t imagine a life without her.
  21. I am writing my first novel. And I just hope I don’t tire of it half way through!

So , I guess that’s it. What about you? What would you like to share about yourself?

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When Poetry Heals

Six years! I can hardly believe it’s been six years since that fateful day. The doctor’s face is a blur. I just remember he had a beard. The clock was huge with a yellow and gold rim; the numbers large and the time was two forty a.m.. Of course that was not the time on the death certificate. But that was the time I knew my husband had gone. And as if it was because I could not cry, the heavens did it for me. It just poured. Suddenly and swiftly.

Healing after the death of a loved one is difficult and at times it seems almost impossible. Sometimes it seems that for every step you take forward, you slide two steps backward. There are days when you don’t want to live at all. You wish you were dead too. And then suddenly one day, you forget to be sad for a few minutes. Maybe you smile at that little baby who is looking at you. Or you just enjoy the wind on your face. And then you actually get up one morning in a good mood, ready to face the day. It doesn’t matter that the next whole week you are miserable. You have these sporadic days of happiness thrown in among the misery. And before you know it you start picking up the threads of your life again.

And sometimes, there are angels to help you heal: Family, friends; in  unexpected ways.  I have found healing in the poetry of my friends and there is one poem that I must share with you. This is a poem written by my dear friend, Jayesh Ramaiya. He and his wife Kalpana write absolutely awesome poems.  This particular one is my favourite and for some reason when I read it today, it soothed my soul .

कारवाँ के साथ कुछ गुब्बारे जुड़ जाते है

बदलती हर राह पर वे साथ ही मूड जाते है

खुश मिजाज है वे अपनी ही धून में चलते है

गांठ मत ढीली करना वह शोख कंही उड़ जाते है
कारवाँ के साथ कुछ गुब्बारे जुड़ जाते है

 

यादों के खंजर सीने में चुभते है

साथ बिताये हुवे पल आँसुओंमे भीगते है

जहाँ जा रहें है वे साथ ले जाते नहीं

चाहे जितना बुलाओ लौटकर आते नहीं
कारवाँ के साथ कुछ गुब्बारे जुड़ जाते है

 

अगले पड़ाव पर नये गुब्बारे मिल जायेंगे

फिर नये नये रंग हम सबको लुभायेंगे

जुड़ जायेगी नये मोतियों की लड़ियाँ

फिर नये शायराना गीत हम गाते है
कारवाँ के साथ कुछ गुब्बारे जुड़ जाते है

 

अब साथ रहेने की कसमें जाग जाती है

क्षितिज में एक तसबीर उभर आती है

फिर दूर कोई गुब्बारा नज़र आता है

और नये रास्ते हमे बुलाते है
कारवाँ के साथ कुछ गुब्बारे जुड़ जाते है

– जयकल्प –