In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Winning Streak.”
What’s the longest stretch you’ve ever pulled off of posting daily to your blog? What did you learn about blogging through that achievement, and what made you break the streak?
I have been posting almost daily for more than 2 months now, but it was the NaBloPoMo that has made me post regularly to my blog for the past 30 days at a stretch.
In reality, I have not been able to understand the importance of the daily blogging habit. Well I enjoy writing and so I do not mind doing it but why should it be a must ? I have taken the #100happydays challenge as well and that has made it easy to post everyday too. When I have something to say or share, I enjoy doing that. The Daily Post has given me adequate inspiration or I have interpreted the prompts in my own way.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Under the Snow.”
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
As on my cold and freezing bed I lie
My life flashes before my inward eye
I see me in a cozy house waving bye
To my mom as off to my school I fly
My sisters, my first best friends, and I
Weaving together, a colored tapestry.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shaken and Stirred.”
This is an interesting prompt because I do like cooking and it is part of my day and life in many many ways.
My affair with cooking started after marriage. As I was just out of Medical College , I had no clue about cooking and had apprised my fiance about this fact. He and I had a pact that we would learn cooking together. It goes without saying that this momentous decision was never translated into reality. But I realized that he loved food and home-cooked food at that. To give him his due, he was extremely of my initial “disastrous” attempts.
There was no Uncle Google then and my first culinary teachers were the various cook books that came with my first pressure cooker, food processor etc. The results were sometimes pathetic and would have been funny if they had not brought tears to my eyes. I did not have even a gas stove and toiled over a Kerosene wick stove and a pump stove for my first productions in the kitchen.
It was under these trying circumstances that one fine day, I was told of an impending “party” at home for “just 10 -12 ” people. I was aghast but my husband was confident that I would do just fine. I did not share his enthusiasm or his confidence and had huge butterflies in my stomach. The big day dawned. I started at around 9 in the morning and worked till 5pm when I realized that I was far behind my schedule. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had visited it, my table was not laid and the house was in a mess. Hubby dear was busy in office and when the bell rang at around 6 pm, I opened it and promptly burst into tears. He was stunned. Anyways I controlled my tears and made the house and kitchen and myself look as presentable as I could.
The guests arrived. They were all bachelor officers with healthy appetites. Now, one of the dishes on the menu was “Dosa “. When it was time for dinner , I was told by my enthusiastic guests that all of them wanted only dosas!! The end result was that I made Dosas continuously for over 2 hours. By the time it was my turn, the batter was finished!! But I had some very happy guests and a very proud and happy husband as well.
So I would rate that as my best attempt at a meal, given my inexperience at both cooking and hosting guests.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Calling Uncle Bob.”
Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?
Yes I have turned to “Uncle Bob” and “Aunty Jane” off and on. I guess it would apply both on my professional as well as personal fronts.
I have always believed that two heads are definitely better than one and if faced with a situation wherein I need help or even just a fresh perspective , I never hesitate to ask. In my profession a small mistake or inability to rise to the occasion in whatever manner can affect and even cost lives. So if I feel the patient would benefit from better expertise either in my own field or in a related one, I never fail to ask help. I have been a teacher and member of the faculty in a Medical College – even so, I am not averse to learning the ropes from others. With the medical field evolving as it does at breakneck speed, I strive not to be caught napping and for that I need help. Its not about an “easy fix” – I am acutely aware that I deal with lives and at any time if I feel that the patient’s interests are best served by another opinion or another pair of hands I would never let over confidence or ego come in the way.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Spinning Yarns.”
Story telling is an art that is special – it is a God given gift.
As a kid I heard stories about Indian Mythology and Epics like Mahabharata and Ramayana from my grandmother.We used to visit her during the summer vacations and she would tell us stories every single night. They became a part of my life forever. My mother would tell me stories of the novels she would be reading at that point in time or of movies.
Having said that, I have loved and will always love stories that came to me from books.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Grateful and Guilty.”
Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure.
Oh well, There are so many “guilty pleasures” that I honestly do not know where to start !!
Having said that, I guess the worst of them is being addicted to snacks and sweets. I had taken the trouble to understand and stick to a diet and maintain an exercise regime in early 2013. In the space of 6 months I lost almost 13 kgs. It was an achievement as far as I was concerned. And I was proud of it. The dedication and motivation involved, added to the fact that I was happy with the way I looked and felt, made me stop as I reached for the twin culprits. I kept the weight constant for another 6 months.My friends and family often told me they liked the plumper me but I was sure I liked the leaner one!!