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Saturday, June 3, 2017
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Saturday, May 27, 2017
My Friendship with Yoga is globe trotting - New Delhi, London, Baltimore, Abu Dhabi, Tehran and the journey continues...
NEW DELHI - JANUARY, 2017
LONDON BOOK FAIR & COLLEGE AND RESEARCH LIBRARIES, BALTIMORE, USA MARCH, 2017
ABU DHABI BOOK FAIR - APRIL 2017
TEHRAN BOOK FAIR - MAY, 2017
:)#lifi #abudhabibookfair #tehranbookfair#londonbookfair #collegeandresearchlibraries#baltimore #dkagencies #thankyouall #rimyi#sivanandayoga #iyengaryoga #ashtangayoga#flowhot #yogaretreat #yogadaynextmonth
Thursday, May 25, 2017
"My Friendship with Yoga" at Abu Dhabi International Book Fair - Yet another milestone after London and Baltimore.
I am so delighted that my book is getting exposure and capturing attention, most importantly thought fit for all this. Thank you readers and well wishers:)
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
"SHE" - Poem by Revathi Raj Iyer published in Singapore based Kitaab
She
My eyes refused to blink
Lest she might vanish
Softness of her flesh
Smooth and silky
Heaving of her chest
A quick rush of adrenalin
Blasphemy, my mind cried….
Rose bud eyes
Closed in deep thought
Luscious lips pursed
Pencil caught within
A gong, her eyes fluttered open
I lowered mine
Blasphemy, my mind cried….
She came towards me
Hips swayed, thighs bobbed
I stole a glance
Our eyes met
I shut mine tight
Baffled, shy, afraid
Blasphemy, my mind cried….
A deep breath, I inhaled
The aura of jasmine
She halted
I held my breath
The aura lingered
She was gone, I exhaled
Blasphemy, my mind cried….
“Hurry up,” girl!
Her voice beckoned
I opened my eyes
The classroom empty
On my desk
Lay a scrap of paper
Blasphemy, my mind cried….
My hands trembled
A blank white paper
I stared, confused
I turned around
There she was
A smile, a tease
Blasphemy, my mind cried…
I was at the door
Eyes downcast
“Good day madam,” I said
She embraced me tight
I quivered like a leaf
Wrenched free, ran as hell
Blasphemy my mind cried again and
again…..
First published in Kitaab, Singapore. Thank You!
https://kitaab.org/2017/05/15/she-a-poem-by-revathi-raj-iyer/
https://kitaab.org/2017/05/15/she-a-poem-by-revathi-raj-iyer/
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Friday, May 12, 2017
Here is what NZ based "Flat out Tali" has to say about "My Friendship with Yoga"
https://www.facebook.com/chirminey/https://www.facebook.com/pg/flatouttali/
I invite you to read the great book “My Friendship with Yoga” by Revathi Raj Iyer
Visit Revathi's Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/chirminey/
Yoga for Body & Mind - http://community.breastcancer.org/…/yoga-good-for-body-and…/
Friends,
# laddersbookclub thinkpink #livegreen #yoga4all #holistichealth #wellness #liberating #flatouttali
I invite you to read the great book “My Friendship with Yoga” by Revathi Raj Iyer
Visit Revathi's Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/chirminey/
Yoga for Body & Mind - http://community.breastcancer.org/…/yoga-good-for-body-and…/
This book is connecting people far and wide. After being at the London Book Fair and College & Research Libraries, Baltimore this book is generating warm responses and good reviews, for which I am grateful to book clubs and all other online resources and social media network. International Yoga Day is coming up next month. As the world will celebrate Yoga on the 21st of June, this unique book will be an ideal keepsake. Thank You!
Friday, April 28, 2017
Tempest - a flash fiction by Revathi Raj Iyer
The little boy stared at the kite. He loved red kites. It was his favourite colour. Slowly and painstakingly he ripped the kite into tiny bits until he could tear no more. He carefully picked the scraps of paper and tossed them in the rubbish bin, just the way he had noticed his mother discard the trash; the only difference being that instead of the yellow bin meant for recyclables, he chose the red bin.
Amelia cringed as she nervously watched her seven year old son. Percy never smiled or spoke. He was perpetually restless and just grunted when something disturbed him. That night he was exceptionally quiet and she found this a bit strange. Dr Ramsay’s words stung like a bee. Her life had become a nightmare since that visit.
“Who could say that Percy was not normal? He was handsome and looked like any other boy of his age.” Amelia blew a cloud of smoke in the already polluted room and took a sip of vodka.
“Bitter like my life,” she thought with disdain as she reached out for the chips. It was well past midnight and Percy was wide awake. Being nocturnal was also one of his traits.
“Watch your boy, Amelia and I mean it,” Dr Ramsay had said firmly and she was determined to do so.
Amelia stubbed the cigarette and gulped the vodka.
***
She had noticed the first signs of abnormal behaviour in Percy when he fell off the stairs and did not let out a scream, in spite of the bruises. He was barely three years old and seemed to have an astute will to endure pain.
“Doctor, I am really worried. This is all he does,” said Amelia as she showed a drawing by Percy that made no sense to her. It was abstract and surreal. In the centre was an indistinct figure which resembled a skeleton.
“Hmmm….this certainly is thought provoking. Your boy has talent and in such cases it comes as no surprise to me,” said Dr Ramsay gently stroking his beard.
“What exactly do you mean by that? What is wrong with my boy?” asked Amelia, irritated by his lack of empathy.
“I am sorry to say this but your boy shows autistic tendencies. I also fear that…,” he paused as if searching for the right words.
Amelia shifted to the edge of the plush leather chair. She had read that children with autism had special talents and they could be mavericks. But there was something else terribly wrong with her boy. She braced herself and waited in silence.
“Truth be told, I fear that Percy also has some sort of a mental aberration which might become a dominant streak over the years. I need to run some tests,” said Dr Ramsay in a matter of fact tone.
“It is a possibility at this stage, but he is a clever boy. That drawing displays hidden talent,” he added consolingly as he noticed the tears that suddenly threatened to gush out of Amelia’s eyes.
“Who is the father?” Dr Ramsay asked as he started making notes in the case sheet.
“Is that relevant? I am responsible for this boy,” Amelia lashed holding back her emotions. He nodded and continued to write.
***
She woke up with a start and rubbed her eyes. Percy was not where she had seen him last. A lump rose in her throat as she sprang off the couch and staggered to the bedroom. She froze.
There he was! Percy stood like a zombie holding a knife with blood dripping on the carpet. Amelia’s legs felt weak and she could no longer stand. She sat down weakly, overcome with fear and helplessness. Percy was smiling and the distant look on his cherubic face chilled her bones.
He dropped the knife and stood still staring at the empty space. Amelia suppressed a shriek as her eyes fell upon their cat doused in its own blood. She felt faint as bile rose in her throat and puked, uncontrollably.
Percy was shifted from home to special care under the supervision of Dr Ramsay. Nothing changed and her worst fears came true. Percy never spoke and with passage of time he started losing his sanity. The violent streak in him became so unpredictable that he had to be given tranquilizers, sometimes electric shocks to calm him down.
“Why was he even alive? Such a useless existence,” thought Amelia. Her visits reduced over time.
***
The footsteps were getting louder. Percy was waiting for his one and only chance. It had to be now or never. The door opened. From behind the curtains he could hear the ugly, fat nurse curse under her breath.
“Are you stupid enough to hide behind those curtains? Do you think I am a fool?” She said as she started to draw the curtain with one hand and balancing the needle with the other. He saw her silhouette and was prepared this time. Past attempts had been a failure but now he knew how to tackle her. He remembered the karate chop that was meted out to him. The curtain drew and in a fraction of a second she fell unconscious. He had inserted that slumber needle into her heavy frame.
He kept running and suddenly felt as if he was afloat, a strange sensation of being lifted high up in the air. Freedom at last! But the gloomy, dark skies seemed to engulf him in the midst of a thunderstorm. He stood still and stared at an object beyond the cloudburst. It beckoned him. A smile rose to his lips. It was a red kite….
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Amelia cringed as she nervously watched her seven year old son. Percy never smiled or spoke. He was perpetually restless and just grunted when something disturbed him. That night he was exceptionally quiet and she found this a bit strange. Dr Ramsay’s words stung like a bee. Her life had become a nightmare since that visit.
“Who could say that Percy was not normal? He was handsome and looked like any other boy of his age.” Amelia blew a cloud of smoke in the already polluted room and took a sip of vodka.
“Bitter like my life,” she thought with disdain as she reached out for the chips. It was well past midnight and Percy was wide awake. Being nocturnal was also one of his traits.
“Watch your boy, Amelia and I mean it,” Dr Ramsay had said firmly and she was determined to do so.
Amelia stubbed the cigarette and gulped the vodka.
***
She had noticed the first signs of abnormal behaviour in Percy when he fell off the stairs and did not let out a scream, in spite of the bruises. He was barely three years old and seemed to have an astute will to endure pain.
“Doctor, I am really worried. This is all he does,” said Amelia as she showed a drawing by Percy that made no sense to her. It was abstract and surreal. In the centre was an indistinct figure which resembled a skeleton.
“Hmmm….this certainly is thought provoking. Your boy has talent and in such cases it comes as no surprise to me,” said Dr Ramsay gently stroking his beard.
“What exactly do you mean by that? What is wrong with my boy?” asked Amelia, irritated by his lack of empathy.
“I am sorry to say this but your boy shows autistic tendencies. I also fear that…,” he paused as if searching for the right words.
Amelia shifted to the edge of the plush leather chair. She had read that children with autism had special talents and they could be mavericks. But there was something else terribly wrong with her boy. She braced herself and waited in silence.
“Truth be told, I fear that Percy also has some sort of a mental aberration which might become a dominant streak over the years. I need to run some tests,” said Dr Ramsay in a matter of fact tone.
“It is a possibility at this stage, but he is a clever boy. That drawing displays hidden talent,” he added consolingly as he noticed the tears that suddenly threatened to gush out of Amelia’s eyes.
“Who is the father?” Dr Ramsay asked as he started making notes in the case sheet.
“Is that relevant? I am responsible for this boy,” Amelia lashed holding back her emotions. He nodded and continued to write.
***
She woke up with a start and rubbed her eyes. Percy was not where she had seen him last. A lump rose in her throat as she sprang off the couch and staggered to the bedroom. She froze.
There he was! Percy stood like a zombie holding a knife with blood dripping on the carpet. Amelia’s legs felt weak and she could no longer stand. She sat down weakly, overcome with fear and helplessness. Percy was smiling and the distant look on his cherubic face chilled her bones.
He dropped the knife and stood still staring at the empty space. Amelia suppressed a shriek as her eyes fell upon their cat doused in its own blood. She felt faint as bile rose in her throat and puked, uncontrollably.
Percy was shifted from home to special care under the supervision of Dr Ramsay. Nothing changed and her worst fears came true. Percy never spoke and with passage of time he started losing his sanity. The violent streak in him became so unpredictable that he had to be given tranquilizers, sometimes electric shocks to calm him down.
“Why was he even alive? Such a useless existence,” thought Amelia. Her visits reduced over time.
***
The footsteps were getting louder. Percy was waiting for his one and only chance. It had to be now or never. The door opened. From behind the curtains he could hear the ugly, fat nurse curse under her breath.
“Are you stupid enough to hide behind those curtains? Do you think I am a fool?” She said as she started to draw the curtain with one hand and balancing the needle with the other. He saw her silhouette and was prepared this time. Past attempts had been a failure but now he knew how to tackle her. He remembered the karate chop that was meted out to him. The curtain drew and in a fraction of a second she fell unconscious. He had inserted that slumber needle into her heavy frame.
He kept running and suddenly felt as if he was afloat, a strange sensation of being lifted high up in the air. Freedom at last! But the gloomy, dark skies seemed to engulf him in the midst of a thunderstorm. He stood still and stared at an object beyond the cloudburst. It beckoned him. A smile rose to his lips. It was a red kite….
{Published in Muse India - March/April, 2017 - Copy paste this link in your browser to access Muse India - http://museindia.com/regularcontent.asp?issid=72&id=7178}
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