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...educated and enlightened with these “quest” stories and novels.
Writers who have never had the immigrant experience have also delved into their ancestral pasts to bring us stories of their forebears who first crossed oceans and founded new homes. There is a parallel with the story of life in these tales, where every day is a new journey that holds surprises, reversals and rewards. But have we had enough? This stuff is so close to reality and reality has always been hard to stomach, especially for this generation that is only licking the dregs of the rewards of the... (more)
Who influenced your life as a child the most, in my case it’s my grandmother. She is my mother’s mother and the times I spend with her in my childhood are very precious to me. Her stories are the ones that gave wings to my imagination and planted the seed of a story teller in me. Among these cherished childhood memories the most memorable are those when she told me stories from the Hindu epics while feeding me; the combination of rice and peas curry with ghee, the intriguing characters in the story and her convincing tone were one of the reasons for my roly-poly form back then.
She always... (more)
Writing gurus advise us not to despair when rejection slips pile up; they urge us to keep going back to the well and digging deeper until a real gem pops out, for after all, “a good story must be told.” After a while, this sounds like a feel-good-ism to sooth the battered writer toiling away into insanity and an early death. It is tempting to say, “Stuff the gurus,” to stash the pen, switch off the computer and take up golf. But something happened to me a couple of years ago to reinforce the sage message that perhaps a good story will be told, even after 30 years.
Back in 1980, when... (more)
So I was going to show my parents that I could make my own decisions. I was also lured by the Army’s commercials; I wanted to travel and see the world while serving my country. So one day I marched into a recruiting office and proudly declared I wanted to join the Army! That day I met a woman—an extremely tall and beautiful African-American—Sergeant Noble Fields, who saw in me a “troubled child.” We made a connection, and she took me under her wing.
I was still not sixteen and could not join the Army, and I would still need my parents consent. Sergeant Fields offered to keep me busy... (more)
Take me in your arms
The story of wait to be concluded
Unwritten notes of my thoughts, can you read
Who knows my longing better then you?
Onto the pages of story, words rejoicing with your thoughts
I am living in the corridors of our comforting dreams
Come now and fetch me the glittering happiness
Come and hold me to create our world
In the breathing space of my dreams, I live
I wonder if there is a dream without you
The dreams communicate and I pray they do
Come, take me in your arms and make my dreams come true.(more)
My body was made of Hessian,Burlap to many and cloth to few.I worried as the moths woke me,Carrying a piece of me in their mouths as food.I could hear them nibbling, biting, devouring me.I swung my arms, and they attached to them too.Every effort failed and contributed to my pain.This morning, as I looked in my broken mirror, I figured out a plan.My face was no longer the one I loved.It was battered, full of stuffing and full of hate.I wanted them to die, I wanted them to glow.So as they fluttered around my body, attached by their mouths,I lit a match.But their fluttering extinguished the tiny... (more)
...the result are we are destroying individual lives and a nation.
The brain behind the methodical aggression and the pointed urgency resides in the deep nexus of corrupt beneficiaries. We are watching the macabre display of arrogance and depleting standards of reporting.
The story and the story lines, lack stinging punches of authenticity and the authors gain notoriety and that is exactly what he wanted. In the absolute management of corruption everybody with self-interest is conniving. They pull all resources under their undue influence so as to deliver a concocted ... (more)
...to believe that symptoms themselves are causes. So it is little wonder we are all feeling like we are caught in a whirlwind, being dragged ever closer to the abyss.
So what do the above symptoms have in common? Along with other symptoms only implied, they all are a part of the central story of our world culture today. It is important to examine this diagnosis by focusing on that word: story. Because each symptom arises from a long string of stories that themselves were nurtured by earlier stories. We live inside an ever-expanding narrative, one that simultaneously informs us, and... (more)
...of the gentleman. One good day the gentleman was invited to the party by one influential businessman of the town. He reached the party right on time and was immaculately dressed for the occasion. It was a wintry night and he was greeted at the entrance by the hostess.
Thereafter it was a story of the town that the gentleman was arrested for stealing the charm of a lady. THE PUNSHMENT DEFINED FOR THIS WAS 20 YEARS IN JAIL. The next day he was in the court of Judge Roy, a Judge famous for awarding exemplary punishments. The Judge asked the gentleman to describe exactly what... (more)
All witch’s cottage are not the same. As every flower is different from each other so are each witch from each other; and so are the dwellings they choose to live in.
I once met a witch who lived in a beautiful lot on the mountainside overlooking undisturbed forested mountains that housed many homes. Her home had spring water and solar energy. So close to people she lived; yet, nobody knew they had a witch for a neighbor!
But that’s not the norm, usually. More likely, you’ll find witches living deep in the forest. Most of the witches I’ve known lived there—in the forest; among... (more)
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