Neem Thalle, Pilkan Kol

The erractic postings on my blog pretty much mirror my own life--sputtering one moment and on hold for months. As the postman says to Pablo Neruda that his feels like a boat being rocked on the words of his (Neruda's) poem, life does pass through phases when one's boat is rocked, though not always on the words of a poem.

Snow has come early to Toronto. Christmas has been quite pleasant. The election campaign has mostly been playing in the background, like a soft music providing back drop to a Mumbai melodrama.

I just discovered Aloe Vera and associated benefits. Discover may sound little pompous given the fact I grew with Aloe Vera all around me.


Over the x-mas weekend I saw "The Postman", easily the most beautiful film I have seen in a long time. Its majestic views of Italian country side are quite mesmerizing. Neruda's introduction to poetry and poems is that of a master--the one he definitely was. There is more to it than Neruda's larger than life stature, though I am not sure what is that. May be it is the smooth encounters with the greatest master and most novice. Or may be it is the suble beauties of life that poetry plants in otherwise a simple village life. I am not sure I know what is about that move that appealed to me. But it is definitely more than what I think I understand.

What a pleasant way to celebrate festive season!

Rab Rakha