Exhilarating
Solitary morning walk
Glorious sunshine
(Now that I am firmly in haiku-land, you didn’t think I would actually go back to writing full posts, did you? Also, you may have noticed that I am not rhyming all my hailkus. Do you know how hard it is? I rhyme when I can. Ok, then.)
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Walking down bike path
As morning commute snarls by
Lovely job I hath.
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Pausing during walk
Writing haikus as I go
What a load of crock! 😉
I am in so much trouble.
I woke up an hour later than usual today. Still, I am standing in my kitchen ignoring lunches that need to be packed (quickly), and am trying to finish up a haiku that just popped in my mind about Memorial Day.
Hmmm…. obsession is a sweet (but typically unproductive) thing.
Plus, I feel that I am cluttering up my blog with one three-liner after another.
Worry not, I am not retiring my haiku-ing within 24 hours.
I am merely organizing my pearls of wisdom elsewhere.
Check out https://momto2cuddlebugs.wordpress.com/kaikus-haikus/ for my daily updates.
Can’t wait to churn out more today! 🙂
Creativity
Way too many syllables
Need more brevity.
Told you that I would be back, didn’t I? Didn’t expect that I will be back in 10 minutes, but that’s where we are. You ready?
I was called kaiku
When little. Did someone know
That I will haiku?
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Paruppu saadam
With green cabbage and keerai
To top off, baadam.
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Learnt something today
Haiku-ing makes me silly
All play, no work, yay!
I LOVE it, if I say so myself. 🙂
On a recent podcast, Gretchen Rubin recommended writing a haiku. Really caught my attention.
You know what’s coming next, don’t you?
Oh oh, you say? Correct.
Here are a couple that I just wrote.
Starting to Haiku
It will be super fun; you
Try too, no saaku
(who said it should all be in one language?)
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Teen on her iPhone
Engrossed in what, I wonder
Best leave her alone
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Ugh, dirty dishes
Calling out my name, oh no
Time to feed fishes
Ok, the last one is kinda petty, and just my immediate to do list. Still. You get the idea.
I am finding it quite tough to follow the 5 syllable – 7 syllable – 5 syllable rule. Not a lot of room there, forces you to be creative. Think I will rhyme the first and the last lines (for more fun).
I am liking this haiku-ing. Makes me focus with a lot more intention on things going on around me. Hmmm…. Think I will write at least a few haikus a day and publish them here.
Don’t go away, I’ll be right back. 😉
Watched Baahubali 2 last night with the family. What rock have you been living under, you ask? Well, getting to a movie within a month of its release is pretttty good for me. Was quite surprised when, early last week, both little N and little A agreed to go (almost never happens). N and I immediately rushed to advance purchase the tickets just in case (i) one of the chickis changed their mind at the last minute; and (ii) the considerable desi population in our neck of the woods all decide to land on B2 at the same time as us.
Reached the theater half an hour in advance with me fretting that all the good seats would surely be taken. Entered the theater to find that we were amongst the first there (and later realized that the desi population had all come and gone in the past month). Anyway, settled in with a bucket of popcorn and too many mozzarella sticks to enjoy the second coming of Baahubali.
My impressions:
1. Amarendra Baahubali way more impressive than Mahendra Baahubali. Same dude, but Baahubali dad somehow had better presence than junior.
2. Tamanna had a miniscule role in B2, which made it a big win for me already (sorry, that chick resembles Angelina Ballerina too much for me to take her seriously).
3. Anushka seemed more in her element in B2 than in any of the Singams. Perhaps it helped that Baahubali is roughly a foot taller than the petite lion. 😉
4. Cast of a million in B2, but a lot of them had weighty roles. Quite something, how they managed that.
5. Lots of violence, but like little N pointed out, when too many people get killed in a movie, it’s somehow less violent than when only a couple of people get murdered. True, that.
What I personally found v. impressive?
Baahubali standing up to his formidable mom in support of his fiancé saying “Amma, you were wrong.” Powerful message. Finally a movie from Desiland with incredibly strong women characters, and a too-good-to-be-true valiant and super supportive husband. This chick dig.
Bachelor boys, take note and learn! 😉
Amma and I were at the temple to do vadai malai for Anjaneyar today. Where were the others, you ask? Well. The last vadai malai was just a couple of weeks ago. Decided (correctly) that there will be a minor rebellion from the other three if the temple outings got too frequent, so didn’t even invite them to come along. For which they were infinitely grateful.
The temple parking lot was quite empty when we got there, which was promising. I absolutely love having our little local temple to myself – sitting there in that serene environment alone with my thoughts and prayers soothes me like nothing else.
You know where this is going, don’t you?
We entered the temple and it was largely empty, except for a group of about 20 people, deeply engaged in chanting/singing Sundarakandam in front of Anjaneyar. Which could have been quite fine, really. Except, they were each singing to their own tune, loudly and confidently. Which the (dormant) singer in me found mildly amusing and (with the passage of time) a tad annoying. The priest quickly decorated Anjaneyar with our malai and disappeared off to a remote corner of the temple (no prizes for guessing why).
Amma and I sat for a half hour but there was no sign of Sundarakandam ending. I looked at the prayer books that the people were singing from, and it seemed like they were not even half way through. I had spent all my morning making the vadais, so there was still the small matter of getting back home and organizing lunch for our party of 5. It was noon by then, the clock was a-ticking and my stomach was rumbling. Plus, the singing was totally starting to get to me. The accompanying tabla had a beat going that was like the beginning of “inji iduppazhagi”. Leave alone sitting in serene environment with my prayers, there was no getting through even one little slokam in the middle of all the chaos. Made an executive decision to leave the vadai malai with Anjaneyar (let the singers enjoy the prasadam), and made a speedy exit.
Oh, one coherent thought did cross my mind while sitting there listening to the singing.
“Yennamma, ippdi pannreengale maa” 😉
