My blog through the perspective of AI

Today I paused to take note of the AI overview that appears whenever I run a search on Google. I thought, let me see what it says about my blog.

So here goes:

"Meanderings and Reflections "often refers to personal, contemplative writing, most notably the long-running blog by Susan Deborah featuring, thoughts on literature, daily life in India, and social observations. It captures a slow-life, observational style, covering topics like literature, rain, and personal anecdotes."

Key Aspects of "Meanderings and Reflections" (Susan Deborah Blog):

Literary Observations: Discussions on authors like Amitav Ghosh and Albert Camus.

Daily Life & Culture: Reflections on Chennai, the experience of rain, and social dynamics.

Personal Philosophy: Thoughts on happiness, the meaning of "simple," and the nature of memory.

Slow Life: A focus on reading, writing, and appreciating the present moment.

So I was grinning from ear to ear even though I know all these were gleaned from my blog. 

Well, what do you think dear reader?

Sundarban, Amitav Ghosh and love of novels

 My introduction to Sundarban in Bengal is primarily through the novels of Dr. Amitav Ghosh. His The Hungry Tide, Gun Island and the recent Ghost Eye has the beautiful forest as one of the main actors in the storyline. So. when one of my former students from Bengal visited the Sunderban, I wanted her to send some pictures of the forest and the rivers to me. She was gracious enough to send them to me, filling my heart and mind. Here are some of the pictures that she had shared with me. 

This picture is special because the red cloth is tied after prayers to the goddess Bonbibi, the deity who appears predominantly in Ghosh's novels. The deity is often invoked for protection from the tigers and other dangers which the local fisherman could face in the mangrove forest.

 

A crocodile

                         

                                         

       The vast expanse of the river which looks lovely

You might wonder that there are many pictures of the Sundarban littered all over the internet then why am I getting so excited over pictures that I procured from my former student. Well, one's lived experience is worth more than the many unknown photographers' pictures on the internet.

Thanks dear Aditi for the beautiful pictures.

Dear reader, I will pause here but leave two posts on the works of Dr. Ghosh which I had written.

1. Revisiting Amitav Ghosh's The Hungry Tide

2. Do you remember your WORDS?

Slow life . . .

 For some time now, I have been yearning for a slow life which meant reading, writing a bit, watching films/series and generally leading a mindful life. The wish has been granted but it came with a clause - The clause is illness. While I don't want to share the name of the illness, dear reader you are free to think of the most dreadful one which causes fear and a general sense of anxiety. Well, I am not here to discuss my state of health but what I do plan is to discuss my state of well-being in spite of the hospital visits and doctor consultations. 

Feni, our non-human companion on a foggy day 

Life has a way of slowing us down either with something unexpected or grave and it never makes a mistake. I got what I was yearning for along with an excess baggage of the illness without which the slow life wouldn't be possible at all. While I don't welcome the baggage whole-heartedly, I must also add that while we often get what we had asked for, we also get additional stuff which is like an add-on.

I have learnt to focus on the life I had wanted albeit for a little while and nurture that part of me which has to be cared for. I am extensively reading, sipping different kinds of tea, watching movies and series without any guilt and generally leading a life where I don't do much except for the aforementioned activities. Oh! yes, I have also started writing letters and long mails after a long hiatus because now I have the time to think, concoct my thoughts and be lavish with words which otherwise would be buried under a plethora of mundane and sundry jobs. 

What I do miss is my students and teaching from which I have taken a long break for now. I miss the giggles, jokes, sarcasm and camaraderie of fellow colleagues and staff. But I am not complaining for life knows what to bestow on you and the time for the same.

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers and remember that life listens to your innermost thoughts even when you don't proclaim it aloud!