Padma Reaches

SHOULD I SAY 'i am back"?

2021-05-09T03:45:00.000-07:00

Yes !it's been almost 7 years.7 long years .But I am here now to retrieve my dream; my dream of writing everyday.

I really wonder who would read this ,but I feel it could be like keeping a diary, adding tidbits now and then.

Of late i have been pestered by this thought. Actually I have been calculating my day of retirement. Ell i can openly declare coz nothing is a secret nowadays..I calculated and oops i have exactly 1000 days .that was 3 days before. I thought ,I must make these 1000 days memorable for me to reminesce.but the saddest part was to come up with a plan.

for a saree enthusiast like me ,the first thought was to post different sarees these days .I am not sure that I have that much, but at least I can arrive at a number.

I really called some friends to discuss ,but lo! they were either down with this deadly corona or were surrounded with ennui due to lock down.

so the onus fell on me ,and I here I m penning my apprehensions.

my plan 2 was read something and write about it.

what for squeaked my mind voice. But I ignored it coz I need to read solid and a short story a day and a review could be at the end 1000 stories. And 1000 reviews.

so that's plan number 2.

next comes the most difficult part. Shedding my overload.

but I an going to be serious. imagine on the day of my retirement ,if I look as I was on the date of joining? Great dream huh? Anyways this is my 3rd point in my agenda.

I want to put down what all I eat and how much I walked and how much I lost.

all these for my sake.

I don't think anyone will be interested to know the above facts. Ofcourse, the saree pic and the review could be shared .

Really i am clueless. I Feel I have to do some thing better.

ya . I do have one more plan too. I want to save Rs. 100 per day and at the end donate it for someone's education .

let me see!

so plans for 1000 days have begun and the count down has started.

Though I have started writing in my page today my next post will be '1000 days more'where I plan to post my saree pic and the gala opening of Stalin's rule.

Secretly I do hope I improve my writing style so that I have something solid to do after retirement.

second day

2014-08-21T10:20:00.000-07:00

My grand mother used to say this ..its not great that you begin something ..u should continue and finish it. The second day is very important because you yourself will realize you are onto something serious and pat yourself on your back.

Yep here I am as I promised myself as I would..but still groping for words and ideas but believe I do have something to say.

MAY BE TOMORROW.....:)

i am back to stay....

2014-08-20T10:06:00.000-07:00

Its been really 2 years since i have written anything here...now am determined that i should write at least 500 words each day.(courtesy biswanath ghosh ) but sadly his blog too was visited by him 3 years back...but he has released 2 books,another one ready to be launched next month.But am here contemplating if i could make writing my habit...well it needs a lot of compromises within myself and it so happened that today is the day..

we all wish that our blog to be visited ,read,and commented upon ..but now i think padma start doing thy duty, the fruits might come later..i hope so..
i am not very sure about what i should write,but i have been seriously asking whether i should have been a literature student.. in fact i did sign for a PG course,for want of a good teacher the course remains incomplete.

The other day i happened to read a book about a waitress who has this special penchant for literature..and everyone calls her weird ..but a professor who comes for a snack discovers her and from there starts their love story...finding someone who appreciates what u read is real lucky (sigh) lovely fantasy.

Talking about fantasies ,i do not know why people relate it always with carnal pleasures ...for me fantasy is a higher form of dreaming and don't they drive us to achieve?If someone is reading this think about it and if possible put down your views too..

There was a funny application in face book today ...that how we might die has become old fashioned and what the Google tells about you is in .I was not surprised to read this

"Padma is an original and determined by nature also has an exceptional ability to turn theories into realities.usually works on long range ideas"

wow...i am original ...ofcourse i am ..am not a duplicate or a clone..

Determined by nature...well what was determined? of course my sex should have been determined by nature ..no second thoughts on it ..if I am going to be a person with determination...ya I shall admit ..that I have come back here to write again shows my determination..and if i might remain the same will be proved tomorrow .so u have to visit here to disprove google..

has exceptional ability to turn theories into realities..
This i myself doubt...let me recollect what theories i may know or remember from childhood and turning them into realities huh! lots of responsibility!!

and usualy works on long range ideas..
do i? well i may or may not but let us assume google might not lie..will it?

so thats it .just started and kept blabbering,but everything needs a first step.is it not? while typing all the above i kept dreaming about my blog becoming the best most read and i am being nominated for some award .....no no no am not greedy..but it was the google which said

PADMA WILL TURN THEORIES TO REALITY AND WORKS ON LONG RANGE IDEAS?

good luck padma :)

DUSK

2012-07-08T02:24:00.000-07:00

What is not right

Turns proper.

It commences as a sigh

From the eluding sleep

On a peaceful dusk

And resonates

As the cry of the lonely crow

On the neem tree.

The scorching heat of the growing silhouette

Rises as the aroma

Of the drizzled earth.

What is not right,

Does turn proper

When u caress the moist toes

Painted pink just for you

And softly kiss my feet.

HEY TELL ME! (part I)

2009-08-02T19:51:00.000-07:00

Two thoughts were bugging me past 4 days.Before that let me say something;i kept receiving non stop messages yesterday that was supposed to be the friendship day.i was really overwhelmed to know that i have managed to get so many friends.

Needless to say that i do cherish the friendship and my friends are my pillars of support ,are the ones i respect, admire and also want to be for them any time.But, i never had the heart to send a reply to any one of them yesterday because i had my own apprehensions about celebrating this friends day.
Like mothers day and fathers day this day is celebrated to commemorate a sacrifice done by an American friend ,tell me don't we have excellent examples of friendship in Karna of Mahabharatha,and many others in our country and why should we join hands with something that appears purely commercial.
I know i value my friends and i want to prove my friendship in their time of crisis when they really need me. I in my own opinion think i need not keep telling them i am blessed to have them in my life.
Though the concept is good, the little thing that nags me is aping the westerners.I may be wrong, but this is what i feel strongly.
AND MY FRIENDS I AM HAPPY YOU ARE THERE FOR ME AS I WOULD BE FOR U TOO.
In the end now it looks as if am writing a friendship message. hehe.

BLOOMING CACTUS

2009-06-20T10:09:00.000-07:00

This thorny little cactus ,
learned to believe,
from the day of germination;
That beauty detests it,and people shun it.
But it was the will of God ,
For the cactus to grow ,
And stand in the wild sun ,
Enduring its fate.

Surrounding it were roses,
Though with thorns ,were sought after,
For their fragrance and beauty.
Far away were jasmine,
Filling the place with sweetness

Here grew this thorny cactus,
With no one to water,
Or a willing hand to cater.

Slowly dripped its tears,
washing the feet of Lord,
The kindest Lord smiled at the plant
And bestowed His mercy at once...

Then sprang on cactus a lovely flower,
That the world has never ever has seen.
People thronged from far and near,
To Admire the beauty and capture the smell,
The Cactus had become a celebrity,
And now felt no more an orphan!

Now washed the feet of lord
The tears of happiness
That dripped from the,
Smiling, loving, blooming, cactus!

(DEDICATED TO A FRIEND WHO ASSURED THAT CACTII ARE NOT ORPHANS)

tuesdays with morrie

2009-06-08T06:21:00.000-07:00

I have been reading this book since last Sunday.I should say rather living with and not reading,

because every other line in the book is thought provoking and makes u wonder about the way u live;not that there are enough people in our place to say what is life and what is worth to live for;still some times somethings catch your inner self and there u go into introspection.

Each and every line is worth an analysis ,but what really is running in my mind is a sentence"He gives like an adult but demands like a child"

what an observation?are we not all in a way craving to be a child ?but we hide our emotions to be called a matured person.
Don't we all need to cater to that child in us?
when are we really going to shed that hypocrisy and be happy to say that its normal to be open with our emotions?
well .the child waits .

THE THOUGHT PATH

2009-03-26T09:36:00.000-07:00

The thoughts wander
With no reins to impede
I sit watching its path
And wonder when it would recede.

It slowly dances its way
To the sweet memoirs of youth,
Amidst cheery and fun filled days,
That brings a dreamy smile.

Now it lingers on those days
When I cherished my motherhood,
Absorbed in the charm and charisma
Of my treasured baby’s childhood.

When it traverse those days
Of tears and melancholy ,
It stops to bid a goodbye,
And wows never to cross again.

Thus the journey goes on,
To the unknown future,
I leash it ‘coz to live the present ,
Is wiser than to dream the future.

confessions of a TRUE lover

2009-03-22T07:17:00.000-07:00

And i thought i was still in head over heels in love with him.
He was my ideal man,my dream,so i thought.
i was so entranced by his intelligence that i thought none could be like him..i followed him wherever he went,i traced his past from his college magazines and chose to learn the subject i thought he would like me to learn.I took his advice for my career and dreamt about him day and night..
little did i know that he never cared a bit for me..
i thought the world of him,and wowed that i shall never bring anyone so close as him to my heart,
and cried my heart out when he was married to pomp and power..
i was so sure that my love was divine,unexpecting ,and without any agenda and so must be an ideal love ,like that of the past historic lovers ,but there were two of them in love then ...i was sure i would reach my grave an old maid nurturing my undying love ..till ..
till.. i got into wed locks..
well this is another kind of love i told myself(by the way how many are there?)
and it took me only seconds to forget my past and fall in love again ..this time i was loved too..
ha this is heaven..
but what was that i had for him?i discovered it the day i met him again..
with grey and receding hairline,and not an iota of intelligence which i found endearing ,he was just an ordinary common man,and here i was basking in nonstop rain of affection .
i was sorry for myself for having spent such unyielding hours of contemplation.
but do tell me what were those feelings?is it a great joy to love or to be loved?
or how do we find out we are in love?my better half says its better not to analyse these feelings and just live the moment but am now sure that i can have one and only love and thats for my sweet spouse.
PS:"i" HERE DOES NOT MEAN THE AUTHOR

why blog?

2009-03-03T03:31:00.000-08:00

Its been almost a year since i wrote my last poem,and today i was sort of determined that i should
write at least one hundred words a day..
Lots of thoughts been meandering in my mind and i just thought i shall jot down whatever comes in ..and the question that runs in my mind is ...why do i blog?
why do i want to make my thoughts known to others and i even take pains to inform all i know that they should visit and comment too.. cheeky eh?

But then is it not natural for human beings to crave for attention and to prove to the world they are a superior lot than the contemporaries?
let me ask this question to myself..why do i want to write something?may be i want to be called "ah she is something different ""ohh she has stuff"and all that...but no that is not the case..
I recently analysed that putting my thoughts in black and white might be an effort to find out some people who might also think like me and relate to them..
Had they faced the same circumstances and hardships and happy moments i am keen to know how they have reacted and also come out unscathed..
We human are always social animals and want everything to be related and in this vast blogger world it would be heartening to know that people do think alike and they do have the same experience and they too might have faced the same hard ships and there is a solidarity...
and a feel that"i am not alone "..
yes thats exactly what i want to learn and thats the reason i browse and follow a lot number of blogs and say to myself "dearie u are not the only person in this world ..and there are lot more like u ..so just relax " and so do i..
so why do i blog ?
at last its to relax my mind..
is it true ? lets find out ........

TRUST

2008-03-11T20:25:00.000-07:00

The cold ruthless wind,
Rips away one by one,
All the leaves,
The cherished leaves,
And drive them
And sweep them away and away and away.
But like a savior
Falls a droplet
A raindrop
Decaying the leaves
Steering them to reach
as manure
The young branches
The treasured branches…..
And sprout as buds
And dance as leaves
Singing the song of love
Till another ruthless wind
Rips them apart…….
The hope remains….

VEGETABLE STEAKS IN CAPSICUM PEAS TOMATO SAUCE

2008-03-08T19:33:00.000-08:00

INGREDIENTS

bread 4 slices.
potatoes, boiled and smashed half cup
carrots,beetroot,boiled and smashed half cup.
capsicum green finely chopped.
peas boiled ,half cup.
tomato sauce half cup.
onions finely chopped,half cup
garam masala,two teaspoon.
chilly one sliced
salt to taste

METHOD
Mix all boiled vegetables with bread dipped in water and squeezed.
Fry onions add garam masala chilly and mixed dough and cook for a minute.
Add salt to taste.
Make balls out of dough slightly flatten and shallow fry in oil.
Slightly fry capsicums add boiled peas and add tomato sauce to it ,add some water to make it a gravy.
Arrange the steaks in a plate and pour the gravy over them and serve them hot.

REVERIE

2008-01-14T20:03:00.000-08:00

So it must be a dream
I reminisce …..
In all veracity..
Or was it an actuality?
I believed must be a dream?

When the day was filled with trance …..
Lovely visions of you
Filling my heart!
Was it you whom that I saw
At the threshold
Peeping and leaving
Not willing
To disrupt my reverie…..

Oh what an experience
It might be!
To be roused by the dream
When you recline
Dreaming of the dream!!

When you hereafter steal a look
At my door…
Do call my name …
For I would then
Positively believe…
That dreams do come true…...

REALITY

2007-10-13T08:38:00.000-07:00

We behold,
the moon,
that romantically
engulfs the earth
with cool rays.

we savour ,
the breeze ...
that carries
the sweet fragrance,
of flowers and memories.

we stand
enchanted ,
in the waves
that wash
our feet ....
murmuring a mystery.

we drench
in the rain,
that evokes
a yearning
so strong ......

And at last...
we close our eyes,
snuggling to each other..
though
we are,
only where we are ........
MILES AND MILES APART.

can we for ever?

2007-10-03T20:56:00.000-07:00

we saw,we knew;
we talked,we reached;
can we for ever?

we shared,we cared;
we cried ,we smiled;
can we for ever?

we planned,we won;
we sang,we danced;
can we for ever?

we drove,we swam;
we dreamt,we drank;
can we for ever?

we touched,we kissed;
we loved,we lived;
can we for ever?

we wept,we left.
we think,we wish......
we can for ever!

MY FRIEND

2007-07-18T08:24:00.000-07:00

FINALLY I CONCEDED,
AND RESOLVED ...
TO WALK; A PATH ....
LONELY ,DRAB, AND VACUOUS;
THE MILLSTONE DRIVING ME.

EN ROUTE
I CHANCED UPON ...THIS BEAM,
COOL AND CLASSY,
WITH A RAY OF CONCERN.

SPRANG FROM IT MY COLOURS OF LIFE
MY PATH NO MORE BLEAK
NOW A PHENOMENON,A SPECTRUM
OF VIVID COLOURS ;
PAINTED WITH EASE,
OF WIT AND CHARM
OF CARE AND TRUST.

I FONDLY LOOK AT IT,
AS IT HAS MADE MY WORLD SPECTACULAR.
TOMORROW ,I ENVISAGE ,
THAT THE BEAM I ALIGHTED UPON,
MIGHT BE A DEW.
AND MAY EVANESCE.

BUT THE COLOURS IT ETCHED,
WOULD LINGER ETERNALLY !!!
CLASPING THEM TO MY HEART
I WOULD WALK IN A PATH.....
VIVID,CHEERFUL AND CONTENTED.

an easy and lip smacking snack for singles

2007-06-17T08:01:00.000-07:00

Ingredients:

1.ROASTED GROUND NUTS

2.POHA (CALLED AVUL IN TAMIL)

3.ROASTED CASHEW NUTS.

4.SAGO(JAVVARASI--BIG SIZE)

5.ROASTED AND BROKEN CHICK PEAS(POTTUKADALAI)

6.CURRY LEAVES TWO SPRIGS

7.ASAFOTIDA POWDER

8.CHILLY POWDER.

9.SUGAR.

10.SALT TO TASTE.

11.OIL FOR FRYING.

METHOD
Heat oil in a pan.deep fry poha .set aside in a tissue to drain excess oil.fry chickpeas and sago and finally the curry leaves.set aside Add to this the peanuts,cashews salt chilly powder sugar and mix witha wooden spoon. voila .u have a wonderful snack for ur rainy evenings.

The speciality of this snack is the sago which when fried expands to beautiful round balls which tastes yummy.enjoy and let me know .

PLANT LOVER EH??

2007-06-16T22:56:00.000-07:00

Saturdays i weed my garden.Mechanically i set about the work till i reached this small plant.music in my ears ,cool breeze around ,pulling out the unwanted plants was not a very tedious task.Though i never enjoyed, it was really called for.
when i came to this plant i stopped short.i had seen this plant as a sapling ;i let it grow because i thought it must be a zinea but later it proved to be a wild weed;now almost fully grown the plant stood waving in the breeze sporting tiny violet flowers,and i call it a weed and was about to pull it away from the soil and dump it in garbage.
I reflected am i a plant lover ?a true plant lover?if i were one i should love this plant too.Its a shame i loved plants that were beautiful,and claimed myself to be one.Though a part of gardening calls for weeding and i can imagine how my garden would overflow with unwanted plants if i do not pull them out,i think i must stop calling myself a lover of plants.well i never plucked that plant and it is still there smiling .
I remember at this juncture that mrs maneka gandhi had once said that she was against removing the cobwebs -the abode of spiders .A true blue cross person would agree.but is it practical??i have umpty number of views to support but am not a true herbophile.The reality stings but i have to accept it and i do with all humility.

HI AM BACK

2007-05-27T20:31:00.000-07:00

HI ALL,
IF ANY ONE IS READING THIS BLOG ,I AM BACK AGAIN.BEEN TRAVELLING AND OBSERVING,YES OBSERVANCE IS THE CORRECT WORD.YOU TRAVEL AND IT MAKES U WONDER WHAT A TINY SPECK OF ENTITY U ARE IN THIS UNIVERSE.
YA ALL OF US DO LOVE TO TRAVEL BUT SOMETIMES WE FORGET TO KEEP OUR EYES OPEN.I HAD ONCE ASKED MY JOURNALIST FRIEND IF HE EVER STOPPED TO THINK AS A WRITER: A SIMPLE "LOL" WAS THE ANSWER .
BUT NOW TRAVELING WAS A NEW EXPERIENCE TO ME .I KEPT THINKING WHAT I COULD INCLUDE IN MY BLOG (((THOUGH THERE ARE ONLY A FEW COMPELLED READERS )))AND MY PERSPECTIVE CHANGED.
MY VIEW WAS DIFFERENT AND I LEARNED MORE AND I STARTED KNOWING ME MORE.
I USED TO CONTEMPLATE, THAT MY BLOGS LOOK LIKE SILLY PAGES IN A DIARY!BUT THERE ARE GOOD WRITERS AND GOOD BLOGS WHICH COMMENT ON UNIVERSAL HAPPENINGS ET ALL,I DECIDED TO HAVE A SMALL DIAMETER.
EVERY DAY OF MY TRAVEL MADE ME REALISE THAT I AM JUST A DOT AND HOW WE SPEND OUR TIME IN VENGENCE AND LAMENTATIONS ALONE .IT OPENED MY EYES AND VOILA HERE IS A NEW ME.
ALL OF US DO GET THIS FEELING MANY TIMES IN OUR LIFE .BUT ITS IS THE PERSEVERANCE THAT MATTERS.I WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE ON THE SAME PATH AND LETS SEE.
WELL! THE RULE IS ""DECLARE TO THE WORLD IF U WANT TO STICK TO YOUR PRINCIPLES"" AND I HAVE DONE THAT MUCH.
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED I FLY AND FLY.

PLANTS MY FRIENDS

2007-04-24T07:04:00.000-07:00

Plants !what can they do to us other than providing our daily veggies and flowers and helping the universe in green house effect??

Normally many of us never give a second thought to pause and admire a shoe flower.too fast a world and too techie drived we are ,satisfied with a waxy plastic flower, looking as good as original,fresh for generations.

But there do exist people like me who talk to and pamper plants.Sounds silly??No ! plants soothe our mind ;they have a way to talk to us ,respond and of course they do have life.

I can associate the way the plants bloom with my mood.the more i talk to them the more they seem to bloom and here is one hibiscus which always has a flower for me near the window sill greeting me every morning.

The other day i was so engrossed in a problem and too worried and was really

convinced that nothing could cheer me up;my legs took me to the garden by practise and there was this yellow rose in all its glory and my woes melted away looking at the beauty.this brought me even closer to my plants.love begets love ;and its true with plants too.

SILENCE

2007-04-22T22:00:00.000-07:00

(was just wondering)
What is silence?
absence of sound?
silence !!!
Is it related with peace ??
silence !!!
Does it talk about a still mind??
silence !!!
Why do we need it??
silence!!!
what it does to us??
sound!!!
Is that not energy??
sound !!!
Is that not power??
sound !!!
Is that not life???
but silence in sound !!!
Is what a mind needs .
peace prevails
when sound and silence
coexist
when the mind looks
Through and above sound
And detects a silence
there exists bliss.!!
the eternity
of sound
hand in hand with silence.!!!

பலாப்பழ பாயசம்

2007-04-16T07:17:00.000-07:00

சித்திரை வந்தாலே காற்றில் பலா மணம்.இந்த புத்தாண்டைபலாப்பழ பாயசத்துடன் வரவேற்போம்.

தேவையான பொருட்கள்
பலாச்சுளைகள் 10
நெய் சிறிதளவு
வெல்லம் 100 கிராம்
பால் 1/2 லி
முந்திரி திராட்சை

செய்முறை

1.பாலை நன்கு சுண்ட காய்ச்சவும்.
2.பலாச்சுளைகளை நெய்யில் வதக்கி லேசாகஅறைத்துக்கொள்ளவும்
3.வாணலியில் வெல்லம் கரையும் அளவு நீர் விட்டு கரைந்த பின் வடிகட்டி மேலும் சிறிது நீர் விட்டு கொஞ்சம் கொதித்த பின் பலாசுளைகளைச் சேர்த்து கலக்கவும்.
4.சேர்ந்து வந்ததும் காய்ச்சிய பால் சேர்த்து,ஏலம் முந்திரி திராட்ச்சை சேர்த்து பருகவும்.
இனிப்பான வருடம் ஆரம்பிக்கட்டும்.

oo pink i love thee

2007-04-04T20:15:00.000-07:00

Colour colour what colour is a game we used to play in our childhood. In retrospect i realise it had been always pink for me;and is still so.
OO!! how do i love pink.i know i have quite a number of people who would second me.God created pink to make this world more beautiful.
Pink is for connosieurs;pink is for lovers;pink is for romatic hearts;pink is for bliss;and pink for all who love to live.
If any one would ask what can colour do??ask me .OO how my heart jumps as i encounter anything with that hue.
I can never be tired of buying pink dresses ;i feel all of them are made for me.
Can any one deny the refreshing taste of rose milk?? the goodness of milk in god sent hue?
Rose is a flower that God made as a gift to Godess;and the flower speaks volumes of beauty.
However upset u are, just grab a pink dress and drape around ;add a dash of pink to your cheeks and lips and voila here u are buoyant again.
Pink makes me forget my woes.It makes me float in the world of bliss,and its pink i love to wear on special occasions.
Every time i see a tiny weeny pink flower in a grass, i stop to thank God for making this world so beautiful with his lovely,generous supply of my favourite colour.
OO pink i do love thee,and do stay with me and around me and make this earth a worthier place to live.

2007-03-17T08:27:00.000-07:00

விழித்திடாதே மனமே

எழுதுகோலை எடுக்கும் போதெல்லாம்

எண்ணங்களின் அலைகள்

எண்ணியதெல்லாம் சொல்ல

எண்ணம் தான் விடுமோ???

மனதின் அலைகளைமறைப்பது எங்கணம்??

மனதே நீ ஒரு தாழ்பாள் தா

மனதை மனதால் பூட்டி வைக்கிறேன்

மனிதம் மறந்த நெஞ்சங்களுக்கு

மனதின் ஓசை எதற்கு ??

மனதே நான் உனை வெல்ல

கொஞ்சம் மனது தான் வையேன் மெல்ல.

மனது கிடந்து தவிக்கிறது

இந்த மனதை வெற்றி கொள்ள

மனதே நான் உனை வெல்வேன்

மனித நேயம் கொன்று அல்ல

மனச்சங்கிலியால் பூட்டி

மனச்சிறையில் அடைத்து

மனதே உனை மறைத்து விட்டேன்

மறந்தும் நீ விழித்திடாதே !!!

sunshine

2007-03-17T00:10:00.000-07:00

I rise with hope in my eyes;

some where do i see a ray ;

i grope

to reach it.

A smile lingers;

the heart swells as i think

there might be a morrow.

The ray reaches;

The sweet heatfilling up my soul;

I stand transfixed,

watching me soar

I dream ,i will,I aspire;

one step i venture to take ,

I may not reach the sun

but might bask in it.

The sweet expectationsof a sunny world,

gives me strength;

And towards it i march

'coz i decide to win.