Otee’s copies have arrived…

It feels awesome when someone whose opinion you value tells you that that he/she is excited to read the book. I am waiting with bated breath for The crossover year’s first review .. Then Otee mails in saying his book has reached him and that it feels like First day first show .. and I am thinking that’s exactly how I am feeling now.. Thanks a tonne for being such a sweet person, Otee .. Hope you like the book. Here are the pics he sent me


2 copies are up for grabs on Goodreads.. Do check it out (link in the sidebar). 
You can visit the book’s page https://www.facebook.com/thecrossoveryearbhargavi for updates on the book. 
Happpyyy.. happy … happy!  

Alien abduction..

Hee Hee.. yup.. I’m just back from Planet Mozobbiikki after a bunch of green alien thingies abducted me.. They fed me a lot of Rosgullas as a part of some crazy experiment of theirs .And now i look like a giant rosgulla myself ! Someone plsss give me tips on how to lose weight.The little beanie  is doing well and keeping me on my toes. Yeah, i know you know all about that .Too difficult to miss those facebook updates, no? I am sorry to admit that I’ve become one of those irritating mommies who post pics of their kiddos eating , sleeping, puking and even picking their noses in public. “Oh so cute , no? “I have even started becoming  nauseatingly overwhelmed when some 20 odd people like the pictures and  say “cute” . Yeah, i disown myself ! Perils of mommyhood?

Anyway feels strange to be in here again.. after soooooooo long. So in the spirit of  the Budweiser commercial let me say .. Wassssupppppppppp??? What have you been upto ? Have you gotten married, procreated, published books, fought with your neighbour , fallen in love or asked you boss to buzz off? Tell tell…oh, I am doing well too.. Thanks for asking :0  

The Edge..

I am not a poetry person and cant appreciate deep poetry(make that most poetry)..Also, i am never very comfortable or at ease while writing a poem.. Recently someone was reviewing the stuff i had written and told me that irrespective of whether the piece was prose or poetry,there was a common theme.. and that was hope. I was shocked as i had never thought about it. I always had thought of myself as a pretty versatile writer. When i went back to some of the pieces, i did realize that what she said made perfect sense..I realized what it meant to have a myopic vision when it comes to things we create!! ..

So,here is an attempt to sound different from my normal self.. it’s a poem and i hope that “hope” is not the underlying theme..I am trying to get better at writing poems,so do let me know if you know any sites/aids that can help me..

I will smile
Till the shadows of sorrow shroud me
Like an ominous cloak.

I will dance
Till my shoes can take no more
And their tatters litter the floor.

I will sing
Till the nightingale hushes up
And silence echoes in the valleys.

I will paint
Till the colours fall off my palette
Like dried leaves on an autumn day.

I will run
Till my knees buckle
From old age and rheumatism.

I will write
Till the words clot
And refuse to flow.

I will struggle
Till I learn to love and give
Without a blemish in my heart.

I will live
Till the soul bleeds dry
And the life‘s breath ebbs out of me.