Vernacular Muddle

Hello there! Today I’m going to… well, maybe I won’t reveal it right now. Read till the end, my friend, and then try to guess what this was all about 🙂

In our area, an area that looked as calm as calmness, as serene as the sea, resided Bakaraj, one of the most promising policeman in the locality.

This is what got me confused. I, Sukhasana, read this over and over countless times. My father, who was a promising author, had a diary of his childhood, which I accepted with glee when he presented it to me. I am much of a vigorous reader, though I don’t like to endorse in happy-go-lucky fairy tales and more of such. I like action! I like suspense! And what I like most of all is getting surprised. I love it when something completely unexpected happens in a story. But looks like my dad’s life was as ordinary as any ordinary person’s, and he only just used much inflated language. So I got more and more bored as a page passed by.

I got such grand scores in our monthly examination that the teacher appreciated me twice each day, for more than a week. I was not very surprised. I still remember the time that I passed with 101% in English thanks to the immense favour the examiner had laid upon me. Continue reading “Vernacular Muddle”

Mind sparing a moment? Okay, a little more than a moment.

Another one of my friends started her own WordPress blog. Hee hee, I’ll be having a bunch of WordPress friends soon 🙂
Click the link below and take a glance. I think you’ll like it as much as I did! Oh yes, and don’t forget the follows, that’s what she wants right now!
Kasak’s Notebook

P.S- Mukta’s Diary has a new background colour!! 😀 😀

Some News I Have To Share

Hello, all readers! It’s been quite a while since my last post, actually. Anyway, I have some exciting news!! Poorvi and I have started a collaborative blog. I’m putting a link here. It’s just a startup 😛 but hopefully it’ll be developed sooner or later. Here it is:


I used some custom fonts. Let me know if you have suggestions (which you probably will, heh heh). Kindly get clicking, I’ll be grateful!


Inspiration and Paintings

I happened to stumble across a blog called The Art Lab. And I got some tremendous inspiration to do some paintings which I am going to showcase here today. They are not many, I hope you don’t mind to spare a few minutes. Or maybe less 😛
Here they are!

I especially like the cactus painting. Calming too look at. Pricklily calming 😉
The one with the purple shades is like half painting and half zentangle.
For those who don’t know what zentangle is: ABOUT ZENTANGLE

And yes, as I always remind you readers, you can click on the images to enlarge 😉

Hey, maybe I could post some more of my zentangles. It is quite a cherished hobby of mine. I’ve lost track of all my hobbies. Hopefully I can put them up in a list sometime soon.

Let me know what you think about my paintings!



A Success! No, a huge success!

Remember the story-poem The Sorry Story of an Apple Core (ahem, I published it today. But I just had to do another post) ?
Based on it, I made a story for ages 4-7. And it was a huge success! Of course, there are a few modifications. There are a few activities and facts and stuff like that. And I have changed the title. Here’s a pdf. You can download it.
Hope you like it! I printed mine in the booklet option. It comes our really well.
I promise.
Unless, of course, your printer is malfunctioning or something. Continue reading “A Success! No, a huge success!”

The Sorry Story of an Apple Core

After I was plucked
And after I was packed
After I was bought
On me they snacked.

But why me?
Why me did they buy?
I’m in such a sorry plight
That I really want to cry.

When I’m singing my woes
I’m not where I must be
I like the place, but it’s a disgrace
That it is nowhere close to me.

The dustbin! The wonderful dustbin!
I want to be in there!
It is like heaven to an apple core
Of justice, I must have my share!

WHY ME of all apple cores
Must be sitting on this lane?
I would have loved the dustbin
But here, I am in pain.

This awful lane is dusty!
This awful lane is… awful!
And now I know very well
That I’m one unlucky apple.

If all garbage is dumped on the road
All garbage will cry into the mud
And the pain will not be for it, but for you
As the sorry street will flood.

A garbage awareness poem.