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Ideas

I've always been an avid reader and have nearly always had a huge 'to be read' (TBR) pile.  My usual rule for which book to read is read the borrowed books first.  Back in the early eighties, when I was on holiday in Crete, I had several novels in my suitcase.  The first one I read was a bestselling book by a hugely successful popular novelist.  This, had been borrowed from the friend who was on holiday with me.  The plot was quite riveting.  The main character was a woman who at age sixteen, was thrown out from her live-in service job in the north of England, pregnant and unmarried after a foolish love affair with the son of her employer.  It was a rags to riches tale, of  how the main character fought back, defeating all the odds, to build a happy and successful life. 

After I read that book, I returned it to my friend.  Then I began reading a book which I'd picked up  while on holiday in the UK about two years earlier.  This book was called 'Katie Mulholland…

Hospitals - Weekly LBC Post.

Sigh!  I missed the deadline for yet another LBC post.  It's Christmas and my daughter Mel dragged me out for a bit of shopping.  I purchased a great Christmas cake in case anyone calls around on Christmas day, or any of the twelve festive days.  It's been somewhat hectic.  My son Neil is having his pre-board examinations right now (the practise for the real thing) and has an English literature paper on Boxing Day.  Couldn't the school have been a bit more considerate?  I shall probably spend my Christmas day with good old William.  Shakespeare that is.  "As You Like It?"  Not this time!  I only hope I make it to the Christmas Mass.  What with being ill and the horrible weather and no lift, I haven't darkened the Church door for many a day, shame on me!

The topic for this week's post is "Hospitals" or "Doctors".  I choose the former.  I've had many a brush with the hospital since I got married and came to live in India.  Various me…

Recycling - A Look Back at an Older Post

I wrote some long, rambling posts in my early blogging days, which aren't seen nowadays.  As I'm rather starved of blogging inspiration right now, I thought I'd revisit some of my old posts for the present time at least.  This post was originally called 'Mother-in-Law Matters and appeared on my original blog, "Out of Ireland, Into India."  It's rather long, but I remember when I was writing it, I just couldn't stop once I started.

A Wife or a Daughter-In-Law?
I grew up in Ireland and I remember hearing the odd mother-in-law joke. Mother-in-laws were generally mentioned with dread and a sort of feigned horror. But in general, the partner in marriage who had most problems with their mother-in-law was usually the husband. Why? The reason is simply because, as far as I remember, mothers in Ireland are in general very supportive of their daughters. They generally think (whether they admit to it or not is, of course, another matter!) that their…

Act

You know how it is when you meet a new person and they're so nice.  Could be a new colleague, sister-in-law, just about anyone.  You're so happy that you've met this lovely new person and so excited about the difference they'll make to your life.  Then one day, like two years later, you're at loggerheads and you ask yourself how such a nice person turned out to be so awful.

And you tell yourself, their niceness was just an act.

What happened meanwhile?  Life, that's what!  With its inevitable pressures of expectations and unwanted disappointments.  Someone didn't live up to your expectations.  Well whose fault was that?

The truth is, the niceness wasn't an act.  That was their real, true, good self.  But the niceness didn't stand up under pressure.  End of story.

We should never have expectations of others which are too high, you inevitably end up disappointed.  The true self was the nice self.  The horrible self is someone who is unde…

Culture

I've written umpteen posts on culture since I started blogging.  I don't want to reinvent the wheel here and bore anyone who reads my regularly.  I think it's fairly well established by now that Maria/gaelikaa suffered from culture shock when she married into a different culture.  My traumas and tribulations are fairly well documented here.  I plan to repost some posts from my original blog 'Out of Ireland, Into India' soon, so writing that stuff again would make for a predictable post and make me sound like a drippy pessimist.

What post would I have written on 'Culture' had I not left Ireland?  I racked my brains and remembered.  When I used to refer to 'culture' in the past, it was with reference to going to the theatre or the opera or the ballet or something similarly 'cultural'.  When I lived in Ireland, a friend gave me a video cassette of a comedian named Brendan O'Carroll.  I played it at home one evening and was horrified.  The m…

Foreign Flavours

I was published this year as a short story writer - twice.  I had a short story in the Halloween special of  'Ireland's Own', a family magazine in Ireland with a venerable history.  I also have a story in the Foreign Flavours Anthology, a collection of short stories, articles and recipes put together by the extremely hard working members of the Writers Abroad group.  I'm honoured to have my work published in both these publications.  My Irish publication was available for a short while in Ireland, but the Foreign Flavours will hopefully be available for longer than that.  The book can be purchased here.

This is what the book looks like: