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.
I feel that I am somewhat at a crossroads – I have been working part-time (casual) for a while, in the things I love – Writing, some Screen and Content writing, and also some Business Analysis. I left my last full-time role at the end of 2012, and am enjoying my current work.
A book of mine, ‘The Castle and Other Stories’, has also been accepted by a Publisher for publication. It is a book of 12 short stories, for YA, in the Fantasy/Sci-Fi genre – and I am sure that if I had been working full-time I would have not been able to complete it. I am looking forward to the launch of it on the internet.
However, I feel like I need something more. I am not sure if I want to go back to full-time work – but a source of somewhat steady income is necessary.
So, is it back to square one? The resumes and applications – hopefully something will materialise. I hope that something will come my way – when I least or most expect it. I can only try, and hope that destiny will fill in the blanks!
I recently went on a trip to Japan. The places we covered were Tokyo, Hakone, Takayama, Hiroshima and Kyoto.
It was a wonderful trip, in many ways. The group that I went in was welcoming and friendly. We walked a lot, and used the trains (bullet and otherwise) and public transport. I was a bit scared whether I would be able to keep up with the walking and travelling, but it was fine.
The cherry blossoms were glorious. I felt lucky that I was able to be there in Spring when they bloom.
There was one place that left a lasting impression on me – that was Hiroshima. There was a museum in front of a monument called the Atomic Bomb Dome (ABD). The ABD, which was a commercial building when Hiroshima was bombed in 1945, during the second world war, has been left in its ruined state as a warning to the world. Alongside it is the Peace Park.
The Japanese people are very beautiful and kind – but the atom bomb is always at the back of the mind. Perhaps ashamed of the past, they strive to go out of their way, but truly feel it from the heart. I almost felt ashamed myself, of the past.
For me, Hiroshima had been a place of dread from the history books. Actually visiting there, other than fearing that the nuclear radiation was still active, seemed to have eased my soul. I hope and believe with all my heart that the wrongs of the past remind us of what we must not do in order to make this world fair and just for all. A timely reminder of a shameful past that we must allow to determine a glorious and shining future for all.
The grass looks very green today – on both sides of the fence; the sky blue, with fluffy white clouds. The birds sing along their merry way to look for their next worm – and we sit and gaze at the screens of our laptop, or iPad, or iPhone, engrossed in the world within – which is actually without.
When we are gazing at these said screens, we are perhaps communicating with friends, or updating our own online presence – very important tasks indeed! Many of us also study online, or using online materials, which is useful too. These screens are very important in our lives.
There is a joy, however, in feeling the grass under our feet; in running with the wind blowing in one’s hair; in playing football or cricket in the park with friends. There is, after all, a need for balance – the world within the www can be explored, but we must remember to also keep in touch with the world outside – the trees, the grass, and the physical presence of friends and relatives. Only then will we be complete human beings to ourselves.