Anita Satyajit

J’s words

Acceptance is everything And my god how hard that is To have the wisdom to accept things are they are So much courage, and much of patience Which I am always short of If I can move above the "what it appears to be" To "what it is" I know then I am improving myselfContinueContinue reading “J’s words”

Created a word: Soul-roots

Well it�s my word, my creation and hence I�ll define it. I checked in dictionary.com to ensure it doesn�t already exist. And it doesn�t! Hurray! (Please this maybe my only claim to fame and don�t put a damper on this lovely thought of mine). Feel free to pass it along freely though. But let itContinueContinue reading “Created a word: Soul-roots”

Drawing parallels

Sometimes I feel my words are like a prostitute and I the pimp. They have to sell themselves to feed my tummy. But they haven�t gone out there in the world to hook, bait and entice from long. They now have no customers. Maybe they don�t know how to market themselves well and are thusContinueContinue reading “Drawing parallels”

Infrastructure woes

I have been alternating between feeling thrilled at finally seeing monsoon arrive and getting irritated at the fate and state of the roads and infrastructure here in Hyderabad. What apathy! I am sometimes disturbed by all I see. Growing up in Bombay has its own disadvantages. I was at first very surprised to see wiresContinueContinue reading “Infrastructure woes”

Defining joyous freedom

Joyous Freedom: A child on a rooftop, running around in wide circles, face raised in expectation, arms outstretched, with palms welcoming the first drops of rain. That to me is joy unshackled and letting itself dance. Watching the boy in the neighboring building from my balcony yesterday, for a moment I was jealous. And thenContinueContinue reading “Defining joyous freedom”

I see outside my window:

I can see the hummingbird, Trying to evoke nectar out of a dried leaf. Dried brown branches sticking out in all directions Gangly like a young boys legs Only I see in some spots, green bark Assuring me appearance of youthful leaves. I can see the distant mountains Swathed in comforting tickly grass. The bunchContinueContinue reading “I see outside my window:”

They whom I admire

Just wanted to write a quick note on all those I have known or seen over the years who have found the courage to do what it is that they truly feel passionate about. I have tremendous respect and admiration for those the people who follow their heart irrespective of what it may lead themContinueContinue reading “They whom I admire”

A tiny hill station in the western ghats

I�m reminded of those red hills that represented freedom; that let me run to them whenever I was assuaged by any emotion that I did not want to deal with or which overwhelmed me. I did not want anything holding me in captivity and so I chose to run whenever I could to those hillsContinueContinue reading “A tiny hill station in the western ghats”

Boy in the Chai stall

Wrote this in midst of a mind-numbing session. yeah got another nice quote on boredom i came up with. But that'll come later. Am not too pleased with the poem. it requires some tweaking. Anyways here goes.. Sometimes the raw first draft casts its spell on me and though i know it requires work, iContinueContinue reading “Boy in the Chai stall”