dew respect

dew respect

we are warming up to the thaw in the weather. as winter passes by, let us bid goodbye to it with dew respect. it's the lovliest season in chennai. with bountiful harvest and a plethora of festivals - christmas, new year, pongal, holi, the expression winter of discontent has no place here. the festivities ensure warmth and harness a sense of forgive and forget leading to a time of defreeze in relationships. well, well, the spurt in prices may chill us out, yet the ambience is of cheer and chin up. for many, winter solstice is an excellent time for spiritual connect. year after year, people gather at stonehenge and year after year come out with new theories on the structures.
the season is associated with grapes. but for some they are sour grapes. not ratewise. their constitution would not agree with the taste. but no need to crush them in cold-blood. they can give them a cold-shoulder and turn to apples - now u have desi as well as foreign ones - australian, washington et al. but remember not always is the axiom an apple a day keeps the doctor away. reports are rife that unscrupulous traders apply wax to impart shine to the fruit which upsets your health applecart. just scratch the surface (when the trader is not observing) and your fingernail waxes eloquently.
wonderful to watch children (and their young mothers!) going to school in colourful sweaters and monkey caps. the days being shorter, mothers will have some respite on the gastronomic front.
of course, there is the flip side. for eg, the sole cracks. many ointments to heal the heel. often u see people with legs in a bucket of warm dettol water to cleanse the soles. poor souls. if u happen to visit them during that vulnerable time, it may be a feat for them to jump to their feet to fete you. so don't stand on protocol. just blame it on their Achilles heel.

where r the bees?

hmm starting a blog is only battle started. how to attract audience is the major challenge every fledgling blogger faces. quite daunting. men/women are no bees to get attracted by the honey of a flower. but no writer worth his salt should give up or will give up. we are not chicken hearted though they may cock a snook at us.

first let me try with junior coleagues. ah. here is this boy who i should safely think owes me a little debt of gratidue. after all i have been quite considerate in granting him offs and leave. but how to nudge him? not so unabashed - as yet mark me - to directly cash my genorosity. yeah. here is the idea. how about asking a question or two on blogging per se? a good trap to lay. i patted myself and my breast swelled. not for me to put off action. i approched him. oh sir, i will read - enthusiasm writ large on his face - have u started a blog? oh let me see it.

huh i sat smugly. even before i could blink my eye, he closed the blog. what did he write? did he write at all anything? heart thumping, i opened the blog and found to my dismay a dry dreary "welcome sir."
next came a bonanza in the form of an univited blogger posting a comment - pl read it on the site - not going to reveal.

encouraged by this wiff of praise, i approached another junior colleague with better results. he really left a message which boosted my sagging spirits. again pl read it on the blog. He then asked me if i were writing a novel but writing on blog itself is novel for me ya.

but one swallow does not make a summer. and swallowing pride i will approach some more. not going to let my tilting prose wilt under indifference. i prod on.