Sometimes we are amiss in thanking the One, the Great Creator, for the good in our lives. He watches over us and is always at our side – so this is for a thanks for the fact that we have a Protector
He is the epitome of goodness – the ideal Lover.
I think of Him both as the ideal God and Man – he destroys the demons, and is also the perfect match for his beloved. I worship him
Recently, I went to Portarlington, with my family. Portarlington is about 2 hours’drive away from Melbourne, past Geelong, with a lunch break in-between.
Normally my sister books places we go for family holidays – this time I took the initiative.
It was not too bad – the rooms were a bit small, and there was only one sitting lounge-room – next time I’ll have to do better! But the view was great. We went for a walk by the beach one afternoon, and it was like a breath of fresh air to see the waves crashing on the sand.
It was a great break, on the Grand Final weekend holiday. Now looking forward to the next getaway!
It is a country of contrasts. The poor are very poor, and the rich getting very much richer.
Dress varies from state to state, as does dialect and languages. The food is many and varied, from spicy to sweet and sour.
It is my country of birth. Every time I go back for a visit, the smells and sounds accost me, and a feeling of nostalgia fills me. I love visiting, and seeing my late maternal grandmother’s old house, and visiting relatives that I have there.
It is the land of mysteries untold – of the Vedas, and untold numbers of ancient stories.
I feel proud to have such a heritage, even though I don’t fully understand the most of it, not having had the chance to grow up with it – I left with my parents when I was 2 years old.
I still feel that I carry a part of it with me – and always will. I feel that I have the best of both worlds, being an Indian Australian – and an early childhood spent growing up in Kenya, Africa. I feel very lucky indeed.
It seems a very long time ago. Completing my Engineering degree was the fulfillment of a dream to me – a BE, Electrical & Computer Systems Engineering.
After that I went into the work force. I worked full-time, with some breaks, for a long time. It was what I thought I wanted.
Then I started writing. And this is the most fulfilling of them all – all my professions. I have now quit work – I want to look after myself now – and spend time with my family. And I want to write.
When I did my Year 12 exams, so many years ago, I knew exactly what I wanted to be – an Engineer, Electrical & Computer Systems, which is what I enrolled in. I successfully completed my degree and proceeded to start working in the field.
As the years slowly passed, I remembered later, after a poem or two of mine was published on the web and in magazines, that my highest mark in Year 12 had been in English. I continued to work in I.T. (and still do), but alongside it I continued to write.
Writing gives me the highest satisfaction. In seeing the words I write come to life on the page, it is like seeing and making a story unfold before your very eyes.
It is no use wondering what would have been if I had done a B.A. instead of a B.E. at university – we cannot change the past – and indeed, working in I.T., for me, is very satisfying too. I love Technology, and am a confirmed geek – in all aspects of the word. Starting out in Software Development and then becoming a Business Analyst allowed me to have the best of both worlds – writing and I.T.
So now I do both Business Analysis and also keep my writing close at hand. They are interlinked – and some have compared Software algorithms to poetry. I feel that the best way to learn and write, is to be, to become – and that is what, in everything, I try to do.
We were all set for a trip to Rajasthan this time on our trip to India, in Dec 2014/Jan 2015 – but they say, a higher power ‘disposes’ of our proposals.
My husband’s (and some of my) family are in India, and we make a yearly trek there to see them. This time we had planned on a trip to Rajasthan – Jaipur, and other places on a 10-day guided journey by car – not to be. My husband’s father was hospitalised with pneumonia and was still in hospital when we arrived there.
It was a case of rushing around trying to get as much done as possible in the short amount of time we had there (we were there for 3 weeks). I was so thankful that we had our own car and personal driver this time – no rushing around for taxis!
After that, my mother-in-law had a cataract operation on one eye – another ‘invalid’ in the house for a while as she couldn’t do much for a few days – whew!
But I had the FM station on full volume when I had the opportunity, in our room downstairs – it plays all the latest Bengali, Hindi and English music, so saved I was!
Well, and then it was time to come home. I was a bit sad, if truth be told – despite all the hectic running around, I really did have a great time! Well, here’s to the next trip…this time I have an inkling that there’s a trip happening in May to a place nearer to Oz…Bon Voyage alors!