Refractive Thoughts

Word Delivery conjures up some wonderful thoughts and images.  The birth of a baby in the family is the culmination of many an anxious moment and in the arrival of a new bundle of joy family members rejoice.  This wonderful moment erases from our memories any preceding sad events, like a death in the family.  A strong notion put forth is that with a newborn even deceased members of the family take a new life within the family circles. Delivery brings a lot of joy to the recipient when (s)he receives wonderful gift(s) from a sender.  The joy quotient heightens when there is a surprise element.  The courier is profusely thanked as signs of elation and gratitude arise.  The arrival of good news is perpetually welcome; happiness is viral and infectious irrespective of who the recipient. Delivery in the modern world and to the younger generation is akin to favorite food delivered home at the doorstep.  A favorite pizza, or the spicy Andhra food, or ve...

A long story trimmed will help reduce the ignominy!  On a business trip 7-8 years ago, a safe land call from a European city to my family back home in India probably brought a smile on their faces. My daughters narrated the fun with back-to-back home delivery dinners. I cleared my throat as my wife came on-line. The next few minutes it was a monologue for I was relentless in my gyan-session that food cooked at home sprinkled with love makes it divine; and the philosophy of daddy love as an essential ingredient for wholesome progress! At my tantalizing best if you will, I pretended it fell on deaf ears when she lamented her sufferings - an upset stomach and the challenge that she single-handedly managed everything.  Landed home the following week with not a hint of what was in store. My wife had planned a short trip to her parents in Mysore – me home alone to manage the kids! My better-half’s instructions were heard but not registered, as she directed me to post-its s...

Creative thoughts come to play for me at odd places and odd times and assume various shapes as new stories formulate in my mind. It was a quick resolve to pen them down on (a) piece(s) of paper for subsequent retrieval. Murphy is my middle-name, the very purpose of scribbling down was defeated as I lost track of the paper pieces. Strangely when I found some of the odd scribbling stashed in cozy corners and pant pockets, they made no sense to me; stitching a story together was next to impossible, an illusion of sorts!  My first creative thoughts crossed my mind in the mornings as I opened my sleepy eyes; only to last until I rolled off my bed. Going through my morning ablutions, I experience a deluge of thoughts as my toothbrush touches my teeth, a divine connection?! Only a notion though that the shining mirror acts as a catalyst to ignite my thought engine, but my evil twin staring at me from inside the mirror smirks as my thoughts fade away just as my frame moves out of i...