Shail’s Nest

-  a true story of  blog addiction
Being away or rather forced to be away, from the net for long gave me chance to muse about the blogosphere and the hold it has on us bloggers. Is Cloud Nine when you get a comment to your blog, the Indianhomemaker a passionate blogger herself, had once wondered. [...]

In the beginning they came in the form of gentle allusions. I did not pay much attention to them. Slowly they started taking on the size and shape and feel of the red bricks I am wont to throw (in my mind of course) at people who annoy me. So I had to sit up [...]

It is all very well to tell me that I would be a star, not the filmy kind of course, but the ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ kind that shines in the sky, as if conferring the highest honor on me. Oh my God, imagine what a lonely life it would be with your immediate ‘star’ [...]

The title is a misnomer. It is a ‘LOT’ of poetic history, precisely 1987 words including this message of warning, masquerading as ‘little’ poetic history. Proceed only after taking suitable precautions against boredom and (most important) at your own risk.

My first attempt at poetry way back in the Ancient Ages when play-stations, i-pods, video games [...]

Ours was an arranged marriage. Not that I had much choice in the matter. It was the norm those days. So when I came to know that people would be in that evening to ‘view’ me, I took it in my stride.
I had my own views on the subject, of course. Not that anyone was [...]

There is a look of alarm and concern on the Lord and Master’s (L & M) face each time it happens. Misplaced, is my private opinion. I mean let’s face it; people do forget a few things now and then. Who doesn’t by the way?? I can tell you a thing or two about the [...]

The Lord and Master (L& M) and I were walking down the aisles of Spencer’s Daily one fine day, whiling away the time waiting for the fish we had bought, to be cleaned and cut. I stepped over to where the breads were kept, eyeing the fresh batch of roti that had arrived debating whether [...]

I have a roly-poly brother in law. Don’t let those eyes pop out. I am in no mortal danger for making that statement.

For one he stays across the ocean in far away lands.
For another I am a good year older to him and am confident [...]

Women cannot read maps, they say, and men do not ask for directions. I cannot vouchsafe for the veracity of the first part of this statement, the opportunity of testing it having not risen in this two score and odd years of my life on Planet Earth. I am willing to admit though that perhaps [...]

Every week, there is a mad scramble, a veritable race between dog and woman, to see who gets to greet the Lord and Master first as he arrives home for the weekend. This is about one such weekend….

The Wife, as is usual, is sitting in front of the computer, brows knit, a thoughtful look on [...]