Monday, 28 July 2014
Hey I am back! This time I decided to start the blog marathon...This I had started last year ..the idea is to post a blog everyday no matter what! This is also purely because I have been absent from my blog for sometime and am feeling very guilty. I have been maha- busy writing my next book and social commitments galore...plus a whole lot of family commitments..whatever reasons I am going to post a post every single day....even if it is one in the night...and as long as possible!. Pray that my commitment stays on....
Here it goes------
I Spotted Rekha
Yesterday I was in Bandra accompanying my daughter to her ballroom classes...after she resumed with her class I ventured out in search of some hot beverage...the rains had made this small upscale Mumbai suburb beautiful..the roads were all drenched clean, ribbony and less commuters , gave it a feel of rest that can happen only on a Sunday or a holiday ! Life moved at its own pace and me at mine . There were owners and hired help walking their dogs, mommies and women busily gossiped, while some men must have come-out , for a stroll and a smoke .The streets on either side were occupied with florists...I was hit by the beautiful scent of chrysanthemums and Roses . I continued enjoying my ‘Me Time’ striding towards my coffee shop. 'It all has a slight European touch with a Indian feel'... I mused ! After an hour, I walked back, soaking in the rich sights and sounds again. This time a bit closer to the florists examining and admiring the delicate colors. I saw a red Merc stop by.....I passed it and stopped short and took a couple of steps back, cause I was just compelled to!
A simple face with a red lip-color perfectly matching the vehicle she occupied, hit my senses. Was she or was she not?She was buying a bunch of chrysanthemums, looking not a day older than 27 or 28. I stood there speechless as I came face to face with 'The Phenomenal Rekha......Yes 60 something ..Bhanu Rekha ..the famous Bollywood yesteryears heartthrob and superstar buying flowers just like that, off the streets, in front of me on a lazy Sunday afternoon ??!!. It was a treat to watch and magic to experience! No, I did not say hi , go to her or disturb her, however much I wanted to because I was grounded and wanted to soak all in ! I carried the feelings rather in my heart for somedays to come, of that magical moment , that included mentioning her to everyone I met in the coming days!
Did Rekha inspire me?-----Come to think of it-----I have hyped my Yoga a bit more everyday , apply extra moisturizer and cannot stop looking into the mirror every time I pass it and cannot stop comparing my age and the reflection I have!! What do you think? Did Rekha influence me?
Posted by Anuradha Prasad at 02:55
Thursday, 3 July 2014
“I get great pleasure from writing, but not always, or even usually. Writing a novel is largely an exercise in psychological discipline – trying to balance your project on your chin while negotiating a minefield of depression and freak-out. Beginning is daunting; being in the middle makes you feel like Sisyphus; ending sometimes comes with the disappointment that this finite collection of words is all that remains of your infinitely rich idea. Along the way, there are the pitfalls of self-disgust, boredom, disorientation and a lingering sense of inadequacy, occasionally alternating with episodes of hysterical self-congratulation as you fleetingly believe you've nailed that particular sentence and are surely destined to join the ranks of the immortals, only to be confronted the next morning with an appalling farrago of clichés that no sane human could read without vomiting. But when you're in the zone, spinning words like plates, there's a deep sense of satisfaction and, yes, enjoyment…”
I read this online as a view expressed by one of the fellow writers . I cannot but agree to what this gentle man had to say. The most important is the deep sense of satisfaction that I agree the most with ! When someone reads what you have written and gets back to you with a sense of appreciation , your day is made...Today in my journalism class I taught about the entire process of communication ...that involves a befitting feedback without which it is considered incomplete.....Here , I would like to consider a deep sense of satisfaction as a real feedback for a writer and the actual feedback as the satisfaction of writing...
What ever--- sometimes its difficult to express certain things even when you are a writer! What say?
Posted by Anuradha Prasad at 11:09