To TinkerBell, thoughts arise not from deep dark places or the hole in the head but by looking with eyes shut at the world instead. dreaming, feeling, touching, imagining and talking bring thoughts to you even when you're in bed.
lotsa love, the chamki said.
Natasha Nargolkar and Mridula Divakar sent inspiration in emails to my Inbox
We've all thought about it. Every time we leave our homing devices behind or lose the damn things. I'm talking about cellphones. To me it sounds pretty cool, you know, life without a cell phone. The unreachable is rare and exclusive at a time when everyone is trying to make themselves more googleable. But I don't think its possible to live without a cellphone once you've got one. Its your identity, the way to reach you directly (without your mother blurting out that you are still sleeping when you had to be in office.) it saves a lot of trouble. I left my cellphone on a trip. At first, I was severely affected by the loss, much like the loss of a boyfriend suddenly I didn't know what I was doing, where I was going and had huge amounts of time to spend with myself. I could stand aimlessly in the middle of a street and be nowhere, because nobody knew where I was. I was made comfortable by a friend who found the phone and said he would give it to me. Two weeks later the phone is still with him, I haven't even bothered to get it back. Life's great without a cellphone (contrary to what I first thought.) It gives you a great sense of being here and now. I don't have people calling me from far away places. Far away places seem far away. Once you get out of a room, you leave the people there and meet new people in another room. Nothing carries along with you. No one can call you up and change the way you are going. If you are in a rickshaw on the way to someplace that's exactly where you are and where your mind is. You're not concerned with a friends party,the Irish crossword or the service provider's new set of ringtones. Of course you'll lose out on last minute money making opportunities, the convenience of a torch light in the dark and will have to use the pay phone or other people's cellphones once in a while but that's a small price to pay and a larger decision to make about the limited hard disc in your brain and the amount of pointless information hitting it. Don't forget the annoying ringtones. the number you have dialed is currently switched off, Amen.
In trying to do as many things as I can I often overlook the stuff that I've just finished. So, I've been to Hampi, Gokarna, Goa, Haasan, Masinagudi and Nepal in the last year. Begun reading again. Picked up a percussion instrument. Made myself books for drawing. Bought Nutella to make chocolate pancakes. I found a book at the river in Hampi and left my hat there. I cook regularly and easily. I've watched about 35 films in the last year. And performed for the President and Prime Minister of India.
I finished my first canvas. Its a portrait. (the suggestions are being worked on in my book)
I would like to discover more poets. learn music. and post letters and postcards to people who would like to reply. postcrossing has got to me. (you can email me your postal address) sell my books. to do yoga and meditation. get dhrupad music. be able to send some money home.
"A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle" Irina Dunn
"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for--in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it." –Ellen DeGeneres
A dog typing away at a computer tells his canine buddy, "On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog.- New Yorker cartoon
You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. -What mood is that? -Last-minute panic. -Calvin and Hobbes
There is a ballad in my salad, And a sonnet in my bOnnet. There is an ode in my abode, And a jingle in my Monet.In my tune, there is a rune, In my wrong, there is a song- What feltworsebefore verse, was a poem all along. By Kim