Showing posts with label end. Show all posts
Showing posts with label end. Show all posts

Monday, 5 May 2025

Duodecad

 


Well, yeah, survived the challenge for the 12th year. Which Google Chacha tells me is called a duodecad. So I'm a duodecadal survivor. I thoroughly enjoyed getting back with properly researched, immersive posts for the A-Z. I left a lot of stuff out, which I knew I'd have to, because textiles comprise a range from carpets to shawls to towels to turbans to dupattas to handkerchiefs, from little socks and underclothing to tents and sails and sheets and quilts. Even though I resolutely left all of that out and focussed on the saris only (I had to leave some saris out too, Bomkai, Arni, Ilkal, Dharmavaram, the list goes on) - it still made me feel awful - Pashmina shawls! Kashmiri carpets! Assamese Gamusas! Bandhej dupattas! - how can they be excluded?? The non-saree textiles can make an A-Z theme by themselves.


I read widely but not as deeply as I wanted, that is an unreachable target. 'Wide' this year meant less than 200 blogs, I was reminded of Alex saying that was what the challenge was like in its first year. I wasn't there for that, I joined in the 3rd of 4th year I think. Deep reading always comes at the cost of deep writing, I've learnt that from my first A-Z experiences. So that's that, c'est la vie.


Thank you to the hosts and all those who visited, read, commented and generally kept things lively and interesting. 


Will I be back next year? A cautiously optimistic yes - circumstances permitting. Hopefully, see ya next year, same time same place. 

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Storms and Uniforms : Write... Edit... Publish... December 2017

Hello WEP-ers,

It's the final month and the final prompt, 'the end is the beginning' at Write...Edit...Publish, hosted by Denise and Yolanda. I'm posting an abbreviated version of a long story, and posting super-early as I'll be travelling over the holidays - I'm not sure if there will be a WiFi available.


Shankar is a school drop-out who's left the village, drifted to the city and into petty crime. He has been picked up by the police on occasion which has led to an aversion for uniforms and bureaucracy. He escapes a police raid and goes back to the village to avoid the lock-up, but ends up in a different cell anyways. 


Btw, a Daffadar is a rank in the Indian Army, equivalent to Sergeant. 





Monday, 6 May 2013

Sillysong for Monday






Tell me truly, what makes the potter - 
the turning wheel or the final pot
and what if the kiln is cooler or hotter
and all that effort comes to nought?

 

What changes the ploughman to a farmer
the furrows neat, or the golden crop
and is a soldier victory or armour
or should I let this argument drop?

 

I feel the beat that moves the dancer
maybe it’s her grace makes the beat throb
think on it and give me an answer
are results key, or plugging the job?