You are my Cup Of Tea!

 early morn
at the dawn
that blurred time
that thin line
mind still foggy
hanging between
real and unreal
day and night
dark and light
night dreams and day dreams

 half-asleep state
eyes half-open
languid limbs
sluggish senses
opiated walk
I stagger
my feet
towards my kitchen
and make
my morning cuppa
my wake-me-up dose
big hot mug of tea

you can't buy happiness but you can buy tea

This tea-addict’s poem inspired by
The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

But, tea addiction is something I would like to break. It’s not just this urgent cup in the morning that totally enslaves me but my tea-addiction troubles me throughout the day. My day revolves around tea, my events and outings are planned as per my multiple tea-times.

Consuming tea with main meals reduces iron consumption, hence anemia occurs. Yes I have that. I need to cut down the number of cups I consume each day as well as the amount in each cup. Taking it in moderation will give its benefits – as a wake me up drink that has anti-oxidants. Much as I love it, if I can live without it, it will make my life easier.


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Skill Search to Express Myself

I write often…more so lately.  But I hesitate to call myself a writer.

To me, writing comes as a way of expressing what I am thinking at a particular moment. And this random writing is not a skill, or is it? A planned organized writing of a book would be different thing.  Probably I was not born with writing skills but these developed accidentally by way of being good in various languages.

One type of skill would be some hidden ability that I was born with, that I remained more or less unaware of till some awkward moment when this talent just couldn’t contain itself, it burst out as it was dying to come out.

There is one such dormant skill that I have is – dancing.  Besides occasional dancing at family weddings, all I have ever danced is at my school functions long time ago.  But we never took it as a skill rather thought it all as merely a part of schooling.  Dancing thus ranks low in my long list of could-have-been-developed skills. And yet it keeps showing its face whenever and wherever it can. It is other people who remind me that I do have it in me.

I am reminded of one such occasion.  Long time ago after I just came to Australia I attended a short college course, doing very well in academics thus building a reputation of being a quiet and serious student.  At the end-of-year party, to everyone’s surprise I danced as if there was no one around me.  People were left open-mouthed in surprise and I ended up getting an award of ”Closet Party Girl – who dances very well”. I was embarrassed at this recognition as I had not done anything special from my side but others thought differently. It’s a different issue that soon my skill again went back to its closet.

Thus we see, discreet talents are like a diamond that cannot hide the shine that it is born with. Somebody or the other will notice it in us.

Till now I mentioned about skills that are hidden, skills that people themselves are more or less oblivious to.  Another kind of skill awareness (or lack of it) is when you do not have much inborn talent in a particular field but you think you have and are adamant to prove yourself – come what may.

We see this overconfidence in shows like “Australia’s got talent”  (replace with America, India and whatever country these are held in).   Participants come prepared, have possibly trained themselves for months after which they give their best shot in these competitive shows.  And yet, in their very first performance they are told by veteran judges, “Who told you to come here?”.  Participants start crying and even beg.  Amusing unrealistic misconceptions about their talents they have.  Not just in such shows but in real life we see performers in every field, who do what they want even if they just can’t.  But that’s the spirit!!!
Only thing is, each person is born with unique set of talents and skills. And it is essential to realistically identify those skills rather than chasing a rainbow.

Besides these two kinds, the third category of skills are neither the undiscovered talents nor self-delusionary non-existent non-skills.

The third skill type are the inborn authentic talents that we very much become aware of at an early age.  Our parents or teachers notice them as we grow up, and most of us do take care of these skills by training ourselves in some manner but gradually they become a hobby because our priorities are with the more serious career issues.
They are actually our inner calling but they take a back seat. They are our gifts from nature that are neglected.  But like in any other successful career goals, our talents and skills too need focus, hard work and mastering and covering the loop holes if any.

For me, singing as well as instrumental music falls in this third category.  I would like to catch up with my music skills. I heartily wish to begin practicing classical music notes that I learnt long time ago and move on from there towards some sort of perfection that I would have attained long time ago, had I not treated music as something secondary.

In these coming months, I want to see myself singing, standing on some stage in front of audience.
Ok, let it be coming years.
Gone again?  Not this time.
However, wonder if I got mixed up between a talent and a skill?

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As you can see from my writing style, I wrote this post soon after I joined WordPress. It was in response to The Daily Post’s previous prompt: “I Got Skills.” and later felt it is somewhat related to Practice Makes Perfect? 

Writing, music, dancing…these are my skills I regularly need to express myself

Thanks for reading!

Pretty Liars…Lie Lie Again


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Little Lies.”

The Daily Post has asked:  As kids, we’re told, time and again, that lying is wrong. Do you believe that’s always true? In your book, are there any exceptions?

“It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place”
This is what one Henry Louis Mencken said about lying and truth. 

If a person has murdered someone, or has stolen something or done something he or she should not have done, then it would be difficult for that person to be immediately truthful about it. Unless and until it is clear that there is no escape.  

So is it with something as simple as telling your (exact) age. Women as well as men hide their age if they can, and yet not really labelled as liars.

Even before you ask a woman, “How old are you?” , you know very well that the reply won’t come easy.   The replying party will fidget or look downwards and after a hesitant hmmm and ohhh wellll…she will tell that she is around 40 or that she belongs to this and this age group.

Rarely do we come across a woman telling her age directly and confidently, in a straightforward manner without even an inkling of hesitation.  Exceptions are those men and women who look much older than their age. Normally, if some rare woman indeed tells her age openly, she should be considered an honest and truthful person. Shouldn’t she?  But…she is not. That’s because even if she is telling the truth no one will consider it a truth. Because, nobody believes a woman when she tells her age.

So, whether she wavers or she tells her complete truth, either way it will seem as if she is telling a lie. But a lie that most people accept.  Age and height are tentative, always left for others to guess.  Unless and until it is a job interview or a competition based on age as criteria, it doesn’t even matter whether a person is 31 or 33,  45 or 49.

Age is a fake and frivolous criteria.  It is very biased to judge people on age alone.  An older person can be a better worker, an older dancer might be a better dancer –  life of the party.  A younger person with no sensitivity, no skills, education, taste, class or style should not be deemed better than somebody slightly older but fine in every other way.

Hence, there should be no need at all for any human being to lie about something as fickle as age and yet people are compelled to lie.   This is a fake world that glorifies youth and beauty therefore  women often dilly-dally when telling their precise chronological age.  They have a fear that they would be judged by others on the basis of age.  It is this judgmental world that makes them liars.

After reading this article, make sure not to ask any woman her age because she won’t tell the truth. And even if she does, you won’t believe she is telling the truth.   So what’s the point in making someone indulge in sweet lies.

Life is for living

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All or Nothing?.”

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”   — Sylvia Plath

Which one of these two states of mind do I find more dangerous: wanting nothing, or wanting everything?


Well, the first state is ‘wanting everything’ which is a strong desire that shows lack of focus and coherence.  This state of mind may occur when we are trying to hold on to things, hold on to our unfulfilled dreams.  When we know our end is near or when awareness strikes that all the things we didn’t even notice before, are going to slip out of our fingers, it is then that our desperation shows and we want them all at once. We just want them.

This state of mind may start to show up when middle age strikes and old age is not too far away.  We wake up to this fact that time is less but we didn’t do as much as we should have, we didn’t see this world enough, we didn’t travel enough, didn’t have enough parties,  didn’t enjoy material comfort, didn’t wear any diamonds ever, didn’t change the curtains since long.  This bombardment of desires creates panic and pressure, and in an attempt to do all things at once, people are unable to do justice to all.  But that’s ok.  They will end up doing a few at least.   It is like when we have exams, we do end up studying a lot because there is less time and we make the most of it.

Contrary to this is an extreme state of mind that Eastern religions call ‘renunciation’ and ‘detachment’, giving up of everything.  Often people have seen life and can see meaninglessness of it all, the futility of rat-race of life.  After that there is lack of interest in anything.  They want nothing.  No attachments left to any human being, to material things, the whole motivation of life is gone.

Even in this second state of mind the desires are unfulfilled but a person tries a different approach, that is to not have any desires, to learn to curb them.  This is ok if one is at peace with oneself.   But if by doing so one is shunning worldly responsibilities then they are making their dependents, their children suffer while they themselves rejoice in their make-believe detached state of mind.

I would say, this renouncing is not good for a living person.  Life should not be finished before we die. Life itself means looking after our body, having material comforts and provide a good life to others if we can.  Having wishes is life, desiring is life, living is life.  This also involves, not to weigh up things too much, not to analyse issues too much – but just to live and live as it comes. Meaning of life will reveal itself even when we are living life to its fullest

Thus if one has to make a choice between the two above states, All or Nothing?, the first one is fine if it can be controlled by will and guidance, after which it won’t give panic but happiness.  Moreover, the first state of mind means holding on to things (life) too tight… while the second state means running away from life itself.
It’s the right balance that’s needed.   Otherwise, we all know what happened to Sylvia Plath’s life.


All or Nothing?