No one would sleep that night, of course

Originally posted on Live & Learn:
“Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars…

Goodbye, dear Twitterati 

So a few days ago, I quit Twitter. It’s quite possible that I give in to the temptation and drop in again, but for now, I’m off the grid. I’m not a very social media-savvy kid. I’m not a kid either, but that’s beside the point. What I am is annoyingly particular when it comes…

Happiness in a jar

My latest obsession is making jams. Luscious, lip smacking, fresh-as-the-fruit-it-came-from jam. A month ago Mum left a dozen gooseberries (amla) soaked in water on the kitchen counter, with explicit instructions to drink it every day. Them gooseberries sat pretty on the counter for a week till I remembered. By then, they were soft and mushy and I didn’t have the heart to throw…

Kaleidoscope

People are beautiful everywhere. Portraits by the high priest of photography, Steve McCurry.

All art is useless

In 1890, a fan wrote to Oscar Wilde asking him to explain a sentence in the preface of The Picture of Dorian Gray : “All art is quite useless”. How could a writer say something so callous? Did it not put to question his own existence? Wilde’s reply was both relevatory and magnificent in its brevity. “A work of…

We Talked to Our Kids About Souls

Originally posted on Butterfly Mind:
Swinging Bridge at Babcock State Park, West Virginia “Hey Mom, are trees living things or living beings?” Our nine year old son looked into the forest then up at me as we hiked side by side along a gurgling brook. His dad and sister walked a few steps ahead of…

Will this matter a year from now?

I collect minutes like stray pennies. I tuck them into my pockets, uncovering them every so often then tossing them away without a care. Because it’s just a penny, after all. One cent. One minute. Sixty little seconds. I forget they add up, slowly, when I’m not looking. I empty them into a jar without…

What NOT to do in a departmental meeting

Hi everybody. This is Frank Sinatra, reporting live from a departmental meeting. This is what we (the small fry) do during these meetings: write pen and paper blogs at the back of our conference pads. The more talented ones draw caricatures of the big boss and pass the sheets around. At this moment, twenty five…

When The Night Calls

    The night was still. The only sounds puncturing the silence were the hiss of raindrops on raked leaves, the crunch of footsteps braving the dark. Without warning the wind whooshed by my ears. The dull powdery rain threw off its cloak of timidity. The bushes were bathed in cloudburst, champak flowers strewn in blissful…

Harmony

Sit back. Relax. And enjoy.   Found at Beemp3.com