Adjusting,coordinating and negotiating

 

I haven't had a worse job than this one. I am thanking my lucky stars that I am not a PRO or in any of that kind of jobs where my main work would be liaising with people or coordinating dates or so!

I always knew artists were a bit nakre walleh, but this rookie of a guy is the limit.

He is pleased with the prospect of being i'vied and going high profile and all that, but just cant cooperate for photo shoots...how gross!

Somehow I feel he is just being a little too introvertish and digging his heels for nothing at all.

And that puts me into a lot of trouble...I am dreaming of making this to fine print and this uncle seems to be hell bent on pouring cold water on all my hard work.

And z is the diplomat in between, who seems to be squished in the process. She must be thinking, "ethu nerathaanaavo ee idea thalayil vannathu"...I wont blame her for that.

I was reading SmitaJain yesterday. She had a line which said, if you think your job is over after the writing is done, then think again. Its only beginning.

I so know what she is talking about. Writing the article for the magazine was the easiest part, I guess. I just dilly dallied with it for so much time, but when I started it it got over in about roughly 3 hours, 2 hours of rewriting, 1 hour of editing and additions.

To coordinate with the artist and the magazine editors seems to be the tougher job. And in the process I even had to give my lady's url. Anyways a fiction blog is for public consumption, so there.

The ed seems to be a nice fella, my feelers so far have not detected rays of distrust or negations, we will just wait and watch.

I just hope this works out fast, and good!

 

 

The fine balance

 

As we turned around from Quran Roundabout a third time, I was nearly exploding.

First it was K's unanswering of phone calls! And now finding the route. That reminds me I have to jot down, all the ways.

That done, poor F went to the watchman and got him to tell us the way.

Then I went for Jumaa, and we bought food from local Sar. By the time K came back and then they went to Burdubai. It was real late by the time they came back. The kids had a whale of a time. Me too. Just eating and chilling out.

Then we went to R's home. 4 something preggie, but she's blotched out with excess water content. Looks so scary.

Then started the next marathon. We couldnt find our way back to R's home and we had such a tough time with the kids. We wasted a royal 1 hour on the roads. Then off to R's home...puri and fries and then off to N's home and idiappam and mutts.

Back at 10.45...I was so sleepy, he couldnt keep his eyes open. We had to stop at so many place's and sleep. I was petrified and had the living daylights scared out of me. Every wakeful non drowsy minute was spend in a prayer.

We reached home safe and sound only by 2.15. Alhamdulillah, for your grace God.

I was down with fever and all. Poor girl.

But cant help saying this, I really felt happy doing this trip. Though, we always face a lot of technical issues driving to so many places, at the end of it, it all seems worthwhile! Always. Every single time.

 

 

My favourite things...innocence

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

 

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite Things

 

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

Silver white winters that melt into springs

These are a few of my favorite Things

 

When the dog bites

When the bee stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite Things

And then I don't feel so bad.

 

Oscar Hammerstein II,

Lyricist of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music

 

 

Sound of Music is one of my favourite movies. There is something about it that makes me feel so good. All the songs in that movie are my favourites, not to mention Favourite things and I am sixteen going on seventeen.

 

I saw that movie when I was sixteen. I think maybe that was the reason…

 

Childhood is always associated with innocence and all things bright and beautiful, always…

Magic of words

A still sound. A flux less movement. A flurry of invisible. A storm in the blink of an eye. Colourless rainbow. Apocalyptic hopes.

 

The way the words paint those vivid images with its rich tapestry - the warps and wefts of words and the silent design of unsaid words.

 

That world is magic, that creation is fantastic, that imagery is vivid.

 

Sometimes, you feel like a small butterfly, crimson wings standing on the edges of those flower words, drinking nectar from its depth and getting heady...You transform into those inanimate and animate objects that is being described...

 

Its sheer magic!