Goodbye 2008, Welcome 2009

Goodbye 2008, Welcome 2009

Goodbye 2008, Welcome 2009

When I was sitting around on my computer this year, this blog was not yet born and the world for me was different in many ways.

I have lost people in my family, gone through a few uncertain times, witnessed history in the making in this world on television, seen the world dip into a financial crisis, all different aspects of the year that I did not know will be there when I woke up on 1st January 2008.

Then, as now, I wish the New Year would bring all the joys and contentments life can bring, and I believe that if I can really, really hold that in my heart this time around, things are bound to go well.

Here’s wishing everyone a peaceful and prosperous New Year 2009!

Writing about links

In this season, here are a few interesting links for you:

If you want to make a getaway

If you want to read a pile

If you want to cook up a storm

If you want fab abs

If you merely want to eat well

If you love gadgets

If you’re thinking gifts

If you’re feeling lonely

and so on…as you can see, I’m shirking writing, having done a bit of it on my writing blog, and my link blog(!!) and having yet to begin on my 1000 words for today…sigh!!!

Happy lazing, guys and gals, and if you’ve nothing else to do, you can check out all the links, of course!

Writing about the Italian Song “La gatta”

Writing has to take a backseat for a few days, because I need to concentrate on other things for a while. I’ve listening a lot to Italian songs. I love this particular number, innocent and nostalgic, it really relaxes me.

C’era una volta una gatta,

(Once upon a tme there was a cat)

che aveva una macchia nera sul muso

(that had a black streak on its face)

e una vecchia soffitta vicino al mare

(and an old attic near the sea)

con una finestra a un passo dal cielo blu.

(with a window with a view of the blue sky)

Se la chitarra suonavo,

(If I played the guitar)

la gatta faceva le fusa ed un stellina

(The cat would purr and a star,)

scendeva vicina vicina

(came down nearer and nearer,)

poi mi sorrideva e se ne tornava su.

(Then smiled at me, and returned upwards)

Ora non abito più là,

(Now I don’t live there any more)

tutto è cambiato, non abito più là.

(all has changed, I don’t live there any more)

Ho una casa bellissima,

(I have a beautiful house)

bellissima come vuoi tu.

(beautiful like you want)

Ma io ripenso a una gatta,

(But I muse about that cat)

che aveva una macchia nera sul muso,

(that had a black streak on its face)

a una vecchia soffitta vicino al mare

(and an old attic near the sea)

con una stellina che ora non vedo più.

(with a star that I now don’t see any more.)

On another note,

Merry Christmas to all, I hope this season brings to this world a new understanding of family, love, and togetherness.

Writing again about nothing in particular

Writing about Nothing in ParticularI know I should be writing about Donatella Versace, Singapore, Blood Spatter, Gecko Tape, and Houses.

Well, these are the search items that brought in the most number of visitors in all the time the blog has been out there, and I’m sure a post incorporating as many of these as possible would hit though the roof. Maybe I should try it out, write a bizarre piece (of fiction, of course) using these words as prompts!

But today morning, I would be hard-pressed to do that. While I know that the world in general is not the least bit interested in what is going on in my life, there is too much going on for me to be able to shake down and settle for a good bit of blogging.

The holiday season is crawling in, and while there is always that laid-back feeling that comes each time this year, this year could have been better.

So it is back to work, and more posts another time.

Writing about silence

For the past few days, I have been quiet, not talking much.

And while this was a noisy affair before, thoughts clamoring for attention in all directions, today I find I am able to focus better. I am quiet on the inside as much as I am on the outside.

This is a very good thing….and I hope I can keep this inner silence with me, as I go back to talking again on the outside.

Writing about Christmas Charity

Writing on this blog has now come to a total standstill. It has less to do with the fact that I am busy, and more to do with the fact that the more I see of humanity, the less I’m impressed with it, and the less inclined I am to write.

I read this post today, and got into a bad mood directly. I am angry about what happened in Mumbai, I am sad about how little it has changed things in India.

A French organizations sends Christmas Gifts to Indian kids, they are sent free of charge because the airline believes in charity. When it reaches India, the abominations in the name of human beings which are the Indian “Customs Officials”, ask for Bribes so they can do what they are paid a salary to do: to sign on the documents for releasing the cargo. That the consignment consists of gifts for underprivileged children makes no difference to them.

I wonder how the kids of these “Customs Officials” would suffer from the bad karma their parents are earning.

I have been told that every bad deed has its repercussions, but I am now too angry to wait for the guilty to be punished in another life, another time.

I have nowhere to keep my anger and helplessness, and I’m feeding it, because once I begin to see red, I will get off my butt and start doing something about it

I SO hate being an armchair activist.

Writing about a Crying Child

I was beginning to calm down over the weekend, but this picture unmade everything all over again.

Writing about a Crying ChildThis is Moshe, at the memorial service of his parents who were gunned down before his eyes, because they were Jews.

He is one of the many in Mumbai today, Jews, Hindus, Muslims, Christians, who are left orphaned, bereft. All because some “men” with unlimited resources, selfish motives, and black hearts put guns in the hands of boys, 17, 20, 25 years old, who smiled as they shot dozens of defenseless people, believing they were achieving “martyrdom“.

Shame on you, those who created these killing machines and set them loose on innocent bystanders.

Wherever you are, hope you are listening. Innocent people can only be pushed so far.

I hope there is justice in store for you, no matter how long its course or late its hour. Amen.