If I had to say what the most human gadget or machine I owned was, I would probably say my Iphone. I did have a long think about what else could go into this category, but I am not the kind of person that gets attached to their car for example (maybe that’s because I don’t drive at the moment) so I don’t really see machines as ‘soulful’ to be honest. The reason why I say Iphone is because of Siri- the personal intelligent assistant that works on the IOS platform.
Simply put, Iphone users can talk to Siri (in various languages) and ask general questions about the weather or the stock markets, but funnily you can also have a silly conversation with Siri and he/she also seems to have a sense of humour. I say he/ she because you can choose whether Siri is a female or male assistant and now you can also choose different accents, which for me makes this the most ‘soulful gadget/technology’, that I own today.
On the odd occasion I do use Siri, I am reminded of the film ‘Her’ which demonstrates just how fast technology is advancing and how far it could go in the future. What would happen if technology really did start identifying and having emotions? If you haven’t seen it I would say it is a unique, thought provoking, must watch film!
‘If haiku is the sashimi of poetry, tanka is its heartier hand roll cousin.’
I am giving the Tanka writing challenge a go as I have a keen interest in the Japanese culture, and so this appealed to me straight away. This is my first tanka and I haven’t written poems in a long time so bear with me..
When sleep gets better
Hand fits like the perfect glove
Room full of people
Yet in unison as one
Entwined so effortlessly
Not a day without
Life would come to a standstill
A delicate soul
And the purest of all hearts
Soothing, loving, me.
As human beings we are constantly curious as to what kind of career we’ll have, how much money we’ll make, how long we’ll live for and and generally what the future holds for us. I remember being young and overhearing a conversation where one woman was telling another, about how a fortune teller had offered to tell her what age she was going to live until. With a horrified expression she described how she had completely refused the offer and had walked away.Me being a naive girl, I had sat and wondered to myself why you wouldn’t want to know, if someone with that kind of power knew when and how you were going to die.
Now that I am older I understand that you have to take fortune-tellers and horoscopes with a pinch of salt. They may or may not be accurate- I will never know. However, if I had the advantage of power myself, I would like to be humble and say I wouldn’t use it, but in reality money drives everything today. So I would use my power once to foresee winning lottery numbers, and once I am financially stable for the rest of my life, I would only use the power in times of crisis ( eg when it is a question of life and death for friends and family/ war taking place in the country etc.)
If there really was a power where people could predict the future, everyone would be so obsessed with knowing what was going to happen in the future that they would forget how to live for the present.
I was a very happy go lucky kind of student during school. I didn’t take much of an interest when it came to education (apart from reading and creative writing) and my parents didn’t push me or my siblings to achieve the best grades like most parents did. I can’t remember what I did with most of my school holidays. Most of them would have been spent visiting my grandma and messing around at the park with my cousins. We didn’t go on holidays too often so there wasn’t much to look forward to in that sense. I think I was probably indifferent about going back to school once summer had ended.
Besides, there isn’t so much of a thing such as summer blues here in England, as our summers have always been pretty short lived anyway. Now that I’m older, I’ve realised that I find comfort in the winter season. I prefer the cold and winter is when most of the things I celebrate take place (Diwali, Christmas and my birthday, of course.) I enjoy my wardrobe, food and hot drinks a lot more in the winter than the summer, and I certainly sleep better in the cold than the sticky and hot.
As a young girl I spent all my free time reading, whether it was at school or the minute I got home, I completely absorbed myself in the fictional world. Reading allowed me to escape and absorb character’s emotions and personalities, and this was the only thing my parents just left me to do- hanging out with friends outside of the house was not even an option at that age. The older I got the more my taste in books changed. Here are some of the books I love and cherish.
ღ Goosebumps Series – R.L Stine
The Goosebumps book collection literally gave me goosebumps. I remember I would sometimes be so scared and anxious by the storyline, yet I would still read on until I had finished the book. I went through them way too quickly! The one that sticks in my head is the title The Girl Who Cried Monster. The novel follows the basic premise of the old tale, “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” A girl loves scaring her brother with monster stories, until one day she has a real story to tell about her librarian but no one believes her.
ღ Kensukes Kingdom- Michael Morpurgo
I remember my teacher in year four read a few pages of this book to us everyday. I was soo impatient and I remember wishing that she would just read us the whole thing instead. The storyline was something you could get lost in and explores emotion, trust and friendship throughout the book. The story is about a young boy who falls off his parents ship and ends up stranded on an island with a native indian. Things don’t get off to a good start, but slowly and surely a friendship develops between the two and the boy is eventually reunited with his parents.
ღ Secrets- Jacqueline Wilson
I started reading Jacqueline Wilson’s books during high school, and I remember having most of her collection, only recently did I let them go. My personal favourite from the collection was Secrets. This told a story about two teenage girls, from two very different backgrounds via their diary entries. One lived in a council estate, and the other lived in a posh part of London. The two girls eventually meet and become the best of friends as their diary entries intertwine.
ღ Memoirs of a Geisha- Arthur Golden
This novel is so beautifully written that I did a double take when I realised that it was written by a man. It was a story that stuck with me for a long time even after I had read it. The film was good too, but not as compelling as the book. The story reveals the cruelty and ugliness of life behind the pretty painted face of a geisha girl, and sums up the most dramatic history of Japan. Sayuri is sold off to forever be in debt to her owner, who she must repay and look after once she is a geisha. Memoirs of a geisha opened my eyes to a culture that is often misunderstood by the western culture. It is so absorbing and thought provoking that Sayuris life becomes yours for the duration of the novel. I became so fascinated by the Japanese culture that I have made it a wish on my bucket list to visit Japan in this lifetime. A must must read.
I personally don’t think I take compliments very well, but I do have my reasons for that. I come from a household where me and my siblings were never praised for the things that we did do right, but we were told off or moaned at when we didn’t. For example, at 15 when my parents wanted me to quickly grasp being able to cook, I had to listen to an earful until I finally did learn. Now at the age of 21 I can proudly say that I have the ability to cook even better than my mother(don’t tell her that), but never have I received a compliment for it. I think I got used to my parents being the way that they are, so when I do receive compliments from outsiders I don’t quite know how to respond. I now just smile and respond with a thanks, but really my mind takes a little while to take it in if that makes sense.
The last backhanded compliment I received was from an aunt at a dinner one evening.
Aunt: ‘ Are you ill?’
Aunt: ‘oh, your not fat don’t get me wrong, but you look rather…puffy..’