The Sunshine Blogger Award

Many thanks to Kim at Writer Side Of Life for nominating me. Do drop by, not just for her comprehensive book reviews but also for the simple, soothing style of expression. The love for books she has is so palpable, so fair warning – you may find yourself inundated by the desire to read endlessly. 🙂

The rules/guidelines:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.

2. Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.

3. Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.

4. Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.

5. List the rules on your post and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.


What is your favorite place in the world? 

I’m not sure I’m qualified to call any place in the world a favorite, primarily because I’ve seen so little of it.

At this point, I’ve a great many places I’d like to name, and I can’t really say that one of those is my favorite. Each of them fulfilled a need, answered a question or simply provided solace when I really needed it.

From a small wayside eatery to a temple on a mountaintop, they all have my love.

What do you want people to get out of your blog?

The Quill is an extension of the endless chatter inside my head. Filtered, but still, an extension of myself.

I want my blog to do the same thing to people as I hope to do for those around me. I want it to be something that brings a smile after a long day, an answer to a question or even something that has the power to inspire.

Cat person or dog person?

I don’t really have a preference. Both animals are intriguing and worthy of love, in their own ways.

I love the way cats do their ‘I’m the god, not you’ thing. I’ve never had a cat around for long (I’ve never had many pets, for that matter) but they always project an independence, a certain detachment, a callback to the fact that they are inherently wild and free.

But in the event that I’m dejected or depressed or just back home after a long day, I’d rather be welcomed by a dog. Somewhere, we all wish for a little heart-breaking loyalty in our lives, and dogs are perfect recipients because they give the same back to you.

Who is your best author?

Oh, I could name so many (I know, I’m so bad at favorites questions) but here are those who have almost defined the different stages of my life so far.

Enid Blyton, J K Rowling and C S Lewis – for giving me the most imaginative childhood. So many of my summer days were spent leafing through their books in the living room while my thoughts wandered about in Hogwarts and Narnia while munching on fresh scones.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – for that gentle transition from believing that our heroes can solve everything (even pre-teen heroes who have holiday homework) to the reality that even the sharpest and smartest have been slapped by failures.

Harper Lee – for ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. Something based off real place and events and people, yet somehow it felt so absolutely magical.

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni – for a retelling of the epic Mahabharata through the eyes of its fiery female protagonist Panchaali. Even though I enjoyed the rest of her books, this particular work retains a special place. I can never pass it by without picking it up and going through a few pages here and there.

George R R Martin – for his complex characters, complex and intertwined plots that are a joy to trace, exquisite yet subtle symbolism and realistic fantasy. Oh, and dragons!

Mitch Albom and Paulo Coelho – for helping me find my way back to magic, because in the end, reality is just magic that we forgot how to behold.

What is your favorite comfort food?

Anything edible that is also within arm’s length.

As a child, what did you dream of doing for a living?

I always wanted to explore, go beyond, see and experience everything there was in the known world and even the unknown. I dreamed of being an astronaut, a journalist, a politician, a travel enthusiast. Oh, so many.

Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Was also the most stupid thing I did, so I do hope you understand when I say I don’t really want it posted on a public platform, haha. ^^’

Would you trust a self-driving car?

As much as I would trust a personal computer or a mobile phone to keep my secrets. We are progressing towards a future that may well be dominated by artificial intelligence. Being comfortable with that might just become a need rather than a choice.

What’s the best thing about your own country?

That it teaches a person so much. Sometimes, being here is soothing. There are isolated spots where the past is so perfectly crystallized. And at other times, it’s like being scrubbed. The deafening sounds, the crowds and the heat.

India can teach a person so much – about adapting to circumstances, living in diversity and also about that fine balance between being guarded and being friendly.

Which 3 famous people would you invite for dinner? (Dead or alive)

Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam, whose words and deeds were talk of the town when I was a child. We often say greatness comes with simplicity, and here was someone who personified that.

Newt Scamander ( real enough to me ), because who wouldn’t love to hear about Nifflers and Thunderbirds over dessert?

Marilyn Monroe, so well known and yet so misunderstood.

What is your favorite quote?

The most recent favorite (the one I wrote an entire blog post about) would be : “Is it far from madness to wisdom?”


Ket Cage at Cynical Souls

Devoted and Divorced

Angel at Watch Your Life in Pictures

Thought After Thought

Perceptions Unplugged


Objects, and the Distance Between Them


Symmetric Resonance

The Mind Connectory

50 first dates with myself

My questions to you: 

  1. If you could shuttle between now and at some point in the past or future, which event / historical period would you choose?
  2. White or black? And why?
  3. Do you think morality is relative, or is it absolute?
  4. Name one work of art that changed your life.
  5. A crazy monster is about to charge at you. Describe the funniest, most creative way you’re going to fight it and hold your ground (You can describe the monster too).
  6. Depict your blog in five numbers and explain why you chose them.
  7. Expand the following acronym so as to closely describe the most dominant side of your personality: ALACKRE
  8. You need to choose between a single page of wisdom and a whole blank book of a thousand pages. Which do you pick and why?
  9. What’s the best thing you love about yourself?
  10. You have the authority to declare that one day in the year be devoted to some special person/cause. What do you devote it to?
  11. You get one minute to talk to a powerful person/ entity. The entity will change whatever you want it to change, but you only get one minute to talk and no more. You only have one chance. What do you talk of?

You’ve got mail

Have you experienced that?

You would be going about your day’s work, sometimes absentmindedly worrying about everything that’s left to do, or about some problem that has been haggling at you for long.

Perhaps, and often it happens this way, you may not be thinking of these at all.

You were simply immersed in the moment, doing what you wanted, thinking of nothing else. Or maybe an innocent question popped up, that might have answered every question you ever had.

And then, somehow, you saw or read or heard something that did precisely that.

It’s so magical, and it fills me with so much wonder when that happens. Just a moment in a multitude of moments – yet it held a beautiful rapture that showed everything in a different light.

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We are a species that’s so obsessed with giving the right terms and classifications to everything and everyone. And yet, as nature so often does, exceptions abound.

Carl Jung, the famed psychoanalyst who is credited for sowing the seeds to the most commonly used personality type indicators, once said this of his typology:

“Every individual is an exception to the rule”

We let ourselves be socially programmed to believe we can only build genuine relationships with other human beings, and that there needs to be certain criteria to be fulfilled if it is to even be considered one.

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Eight hours without electricity, and an important lesson

Sometimes luxury blinds you to all the treasures you possess. Sometimes, it makes you believe what you can do without, is exactly what you need the most.

If you allow it to take over and be your eyes and ears, the true you could end up not having a voice.

We live in great luxury today compared to the generations before, and the future holds promises of greater riches. While this is well deserved, for as a race we have persevered for these, perhaps we may need to stand back and reevaluate our options.

I, for my part, understood this when a few days back we had a blackout for 8 hours during the day. I was positively crazed.

I had work to do. People to talk to. Hear music that I’d heard a thousand times before. Random news feed to go through. Watch videos of shows that I’ve watched on replay so many times, they possibly couldn’t teach me anything new…

…Did you notice?

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# 8. Rhyming Away

This post is in response to the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge hosted by Its PH, a challenge that I believe all you bloggers out there must try your hand at. Give it a go, guys!

This is the eighth of ten challenges. We are to give a new interpretation to a nursery rhyme. I chose the ‘Wheels of the bus’. This also happens to be my first poem, and I did enjoy putting my words to verses. All and any suggestions are welcome! 

The wheels of the world go round and round,
Anywhere else but homeward bound.
The wheels of the world go round and round,
All the way round.

The wipers of lies go swish, swish, swish,
But truthful mud stays despite their wish.
The wipers of lies go swish, swish, swish,
As they wish.

The horns of warnings go beep, beep, beep
All but the bravehearts weep.
The horns of warnings go beep, beep, beep
The horns by themselves weep.

The doors on the magic go open and shut,
Like the door of a windswept hut.
The doors on the magic go open and shut,
But never do they open for a ‘but’.

Break the wheel and fly out free
For the magic rides on wings.
Let your wings go flap, flap, flap,
All the way to Mother’s lap.

# 6. Forging connections

This post is in response to the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge hosted by Its PH, a challenge that I believe all you bloggers out there must try your hand at. Give it a go, guys! 

This is the sixth of ten challenges.

search of skin,
color no matter,
brighter or darker,
tell no one,
I will take someone,
–  ghost, me!


His daughter was a pleasant child of eight. One of her curious habits included picking up some random sets of words and stitching together poems that made little sense

But perhaps that was a sentiment felt by him alone, for his wife applauded their daughter’s efforts to make sense of life in her own way.

His daughter seemed to enjoy herself thoroughly, for the words were often those she had learned lately and she took pride in her abilities to recollect them in songs.

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# 4. Haiku Hunting

This post is in response to the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge hosted by Its PH, a challenge that I believe all you bloggers out there must try your hand at. Give it a go, guys!

And now for the haiku interpretation, the fourth of ten challenges.

love lasts for a while,
when the while is forever,
forever looks a while.

Sometimes, I wonder if time is simply about perspective. That time flies when you’re living the moment, and slows down exhaustingly when you want it to speed up, is a curious occurrence that I’m sure everyone is familiar with.

Love can convert the mundane to magic. It makes hope blossom in the dreariest of situations. And in a sweet way, it makes moments skip by and leaves you wishing for an eternity of it.

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# 3. Random Ramblings

This post is in response to the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge hosted by Its PH, a challenge that I believe all you bloggers out there must try your hand at. Give it a go, guys!

And now for my story, the third of ten challenges.

Perfectionists shall inherit the earth, because winter is coming.

The mangoes looked so delicious this summer that I was jealous of the birds who got to them first.

The birth of dragons was followed by a long yawn, and he knew his show marathon would have to happen on another night.

There’s lots of fish in the sea, besides molluscs and crustaceans and other creatures that you know nothing about.

Friends can be family and family can be friends; you can be you.

Many years later, the light faded and the shadows vanished, and the true stars shone in the ink-black sky.

The garden was alive and breathing – even the flowers talked to each other.

May I be allowed to present a preposterous case of purging of my refrigerator contents?

There’s ice and fire, wind and water – then there’s George RR Martin and J K Rowling.

Would that I could make sense of my sentences, I might have crowned myself in glorious victory.

# 1. Shoulder of Support

This post is in response to the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge hosted by Its PH, a challenge that I believe all you bloggers out there must try your hand at. Give it a go, guys!

This is the first of the ten challenges.

Human beings thrive on social interactions, and one of the many reasons why they do is the need for support – a word often associated with gentleness.

But support is as varied as the people who provide you with it. Some may choose to stay behind you, protecting you from all harm. Others may yell in your faces to make you see sense and coax your strength out of you.

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Call of the Cats

It’s that day of the year on which we lavish our mothers with all the love stored up over 365 odd days.

We buy her cards, clean up for her, give her gifts – basically just shower her with the affection – reversing roles, doing what she has been doing for us since the day we were born.

And me?

I don’t particularly give much importance to ‘days’ as such, except for when it’s a birthday. Well that’s special. But Mother’s day, Father’s day? No.

Every day should be the perfect one to spend more time with our families.

But I will be paying tribute to a certain mother, a four-legged beauty who happened to come by our home a few weeks back.

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