Almonds are sweet,
but walnut-bitterness is sweeter.

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A Leprechaun’s Gaze


Loose ends were tied, the message sent

As I walked on in merriment

With ruddy arms I build a cairn

That lies a ways past yonder barn


One piece of gold I have in tow

My back faced to the winds that blow

This growing monumental mound

Will hide my grief on sacred ground


A daily prayer, a daily grind

A rock a day to ease my mind

To reach the sky! To find my love!

To live the dream I’m dreaming of

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A Thousand Words

I don’t want you’ll to fall asleep with me harping on the same theme. But please bear with me this time.

Preparing to go off for the Oscars:


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Frozen Limbs

The warm sap has thickened my bark

Giving me a much needed and welcome tough skin

When the wind blows I curl in my roots

Like toes in tight shoes


The reading now branches off to my blog:



Tumbling Over Worms

O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be

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SDM and Me

Watched Slum Dog over the week end. Enjoyed the story very much. It held my interest throughout. Yet I really can’t quite figure out what makes it so outstanding. Other than for the music, aren’t most of the awards/nominations for
technical quality?  The story has all the ingredients of a good ‘masala’ movie – a game show which took India by storm a few years ago, violence, the underworld, romance thrown in and some disturbing visual content on the misery of life in the slums.

For me the people who really made the story
come to life were the three street kids who are actually from the slums. I don’t see any of them in any of the zillion photographs or TV screens. They just seem forgotten and I get the feeling they are perhaps just a very little better off in their lives than before. I get the feeling these kids have been exploited and left out to dry now that they have served their purpose. Maybe I’m wrong but I can’t for the life of me remember seeing those three wonder  kids in any newspaper or on a TV screen.




“Who’s A.R. Rahman?”

If you’re from the U.S., U.K. or Europe, that might be your thought if you heard his name, even if you’ve seen Slumdog Millionaire, or heard its music.  Yes, even then.

So just who the heck is Rahman, and why this blog post titled Rahmania, and what does the A.R. stand for?

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