Monthly Archives: December 2007

“The Invitation”



(Picflicked from Postsecret)

The Invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

(Via Natasha)

From Chennai To Madras


A few weeks ago, I joined Chandrachoodan and a small crew of people armed with cameras on the first Chennai Photowalk. Ambling from Chennai as we know it to Madras as it was, to paraphrase how Chandrachoodan put it recently, the photowalk covered locations including the Armenian Church, St Mary’s Church, an uncharacteristically deserted couple of train stations and Mylapore.







And a few I found on my father’s hard drive, from when I visited my folks in February. I recall taking several more I liked, but can’t seem to find the rest of the pictures.



The pics don’t enlarge even when you click them, something I realised only a moment ago. Saved them at 148×111 pixels because of the WordPress space limit. Get in touch if you want, for some reason, to see larger versions.

Poetry With Prakriti Readings


Since mid-month, I’ve finally been given a glimpse of a Chennai that bears some resemblance to the lifestyle I used to lead before I moved here three months ago, thanks to the Prakriti Foundation’s ambitious Poetry With Prakriti Festival.

There are only a few days left of the festival, but for the full schedule of what you can still catch, go here. The website may not have the latest schedule, so it’s best to double check by getting in touch with Prakriti Foundation.

My readings are scheduled as follows, although the website has it differently:

Dec 25 – 11 am – Apparao Galleries

Dec 25 – 6pm – Landmark Nungambakkam

Dec 26 – 6pm – Landmark Spencer’s

Dec 27 – 11am – Distil, Taj Connemara



And now, I’m here.

After quite some time of being unhappy with the bugs in the old template, wanting a more website-like format and a few other issues, I’ve finally made the move. I like the cleaner look, more user-friendly layout, and not least of all the security options.

So am migrating slowly. Slowly.

I do miss that yellow ochre, though.