Shail’s Nest

Much has been written about the aspiring animator, the junior son. Even more has been written about the Lord and Master. A couple of blogs have been dedicated to the goofy dog Goofy too. But the geek, the coder, the senior son, my first born (all one and the same) so far has got only [...]

It is not easy being a writer, even an amateur one at that. Oh no siree, not at all. Hmmm… On second thoughts I think that statement calls for an amendment for I certainly do not belong to the illustrious cadre of ‘writers’ in the real sense but to the lowly tribe of bloggers. But [...]

This is a picture tag. The idea is to do an image search for every answer and choose any image from the first page. I have been tagged for this one by Ritu, Deeps, Pallavi, Solilo Usha and…… any more?? If so please jog my memory. I am getting old!!

The age you [...]

My eyes search for smoke signals
Lazily curling spirals
Bringing me news about you from lands far off
And also love in bushels.

I have been procrastinating and now I am swamped under a deluge as more of them have been sent my way. I am speaking of tags! There is nothing for it but to get down to answering them. The mere thought of the enormity of the job at hand has me quaking like an aspen [...]

I invite them my cheeks to smudge
They hide behind my eyes refusing to budge
Retreating to my throat they choke me
Settling their weight in my heart they mock me.

-Shail Mohan (Dec 2008)

Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @sulekha.com

Once in a while, life brings you unexpected gifts. It may be in the form of a flower, a book, a rainbow, a job, a puppy, a letter of love, a house, a car, words of support…… and sometimes a penguin. Yes, you heard me right; ‘a penguin’ is just what I said. Life gave [...]

This was written in answer to a tag over at sulekha.com. I was tagged by two of my friends, Kalpita tagged me to write about who I would like to kiss under the mistletoe (real or imaginary) and Edwin tagged me to write about my first kiss. I answered them at one go, in a [...]

It’s the ‘Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’ that gets to me all the time. If your antennae are picking up signals of a plaintive note in that sentence, you will be dead right. This ‘H’ with all those squiggly little ‘i-s’ following closely behind like that gregarious Uncle at a family get together, with a bunch of little nephews [...]

The beach is crowded with people
For a space of their own they struggle
The children are building sand castles
Grown ups are busy with air castles

- Shail Mohan (2009)