At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.

The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?

The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.

There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.

I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not seen the end, No, there is no end, I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”

The End.

This poem was published on the Poetry Festival website on 25/02/2020

Falling In Love With A North Indian

A free read. Press the like button to vote.

He – the perfect distraction,

She – the attraction.

Together, they create chemistry.

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When Sunday Goes Past Me

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When Sunday Goes Past Me

Have you ever been empowered by the quiet of a Sunday?

It fills you with a touch of gentleness, a sort of exquisiteness,

You feel its presence without any pretense embrace your soul.


I awake to dawn to see the transparent sky light up the morn,

There resides a solitude hidden between those brightening clouds,

As they envelope my part of the world,

In a show of clandestine colors tinged with the color of the Sun.


I choose not to rise, for the day brings nothing but Joy to my tired mind.

I watch the morning break into day, and then noon, then comes evening, trailing the dusk filled hours before nightfall.

When Monday comes, my reverie dissolves,

When Sunday goes past me, renewed I enter another dimension,

Where I face a world, that ticks laboriously with time.


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A Malayali girl goes to Trivandrum where she meets a North Indian who fascinates her. Press the like button to vote for this short story .

I could never imagine myself married to an Indian. I have always known them to have a different outlook to life, a different expectation from women or wives, and quite honestly, I wasn’t sure if I would make them a good wife. I am not only independent, I am first and foremost a career minded person above everything else. And, I wasn’t sure if I could handle two incredibly important roles at the same time!

(A humorous, beautiful story, this short story is well worth the read)


When Herbie J Pilato contacted me to have his book Mary: The Mary Tyler Moore Story reviewed, I was all nerves. She was the iconic actress whose show I used to watch as a young girl. Having him ask me was such a privilege, and he mentioned that this Saturday was the 50th anniversary of The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

I had hardly two days to write the review and after having read the book, I still don’t know if I have done justice to the book.

Anyway Herbie replied: Your review is wonderful Shobana, just wonderful. And I am so delighted that you enjoyed the book.

Appended below is my review. It is a highly recommended read.

Alternatively, it is also published on my review blog:

(Photos: courtesy of Herbie J Pilato)

Date of Review: 18/09/2020


Shobana’s Note:


Herbie J Pilato’s biography on Mary Tyler Moore is a gratifying detailed account of an actress who studiously followed her heart; despite the many challenges she constantly faced in her life, to achieve iconic success and be remembered as one of the most talented and loved actresses of all time.

Pilato has written a meticulous account from Mary’s early years up to the time of her demise; listing her struggles and failures, her battle with illnesses, her non-diminishing determination and perseverance before she achieved remarkable success in a career she carved from the tender age of three.  Scripts from her interviews with notable TV personalities are also included in his book clearly outshining Mary’s wit and humor.

One can only be inspired by such a prolific actress who Pilato has managed to amplify with astounding clarity.

Here is a brief review of the book, taken from Pilato’s context.  I should add that after reading Pilato’s expressive words and description, his astute precision to project Mary Tyler Moore as she is, nothing but iconic and inspirational, my brief review of what he has written goes unmatched. One has to read his book to know the depth of her incredibility.

In the course of writing the review, I felt it better to quote directly from Pilato’s book to have the desired effect when reading Mary’s life story.

Being one of the finest actresses of all time, this book gives an insight into her vulnerability, her passion, her trademark smile, and her undeniable grit to persevere amidst gruelling setbacks to rise to glory.

A highly recommended read – If nothing else, but, to inspire one to never forsake a dream, and let nothing come in the way of charting monumental success in the chosen path of your career, just like Mary Tyler Moore did – her way.

Maybe this will sum up her personable self, but then as you read about her, she is so much more.

When one interviewer asked Mary to give advice to aspiring entertainment industry professionals, she suggested eliminating negative words and thoughts.

“Just believe in yourself…and keep going and be prepared for the tough moments. Just follow your conviction and let it build all the time. But really want it. Because [the entertainment industry] is tough…you have to be strong.”

Her indomitable drive to succeed might be uncommon, she said, but “…in a very healthy way…Anybody should be driven to work in a field that is satisfying to them…a field that gives something to other people…whether it’s journalism or performing or nursing…medicine, whatever. You should be driven! Work is tremendously satisfying.”

She promised to “Never!” retire, claiming optimism as her best trait. “I find that the muscles involved in smiling are easier to use than the ones involved in frowning. I’m a pretty up person.”

She was asked what she liked least about herself. “I’m…easily prone to be terribly depressed. Not manic. I’m easy-going. But I can worry a lot.”

She admitted that there’s a price to pay for being pleasant, though “not an obvious one,” she said. “You never really allow people to get very close to you. In being very nice, you’re kind of keeping them at arm’s length. You’re never allowing them to see you blow up and really get furious…to see you at what you think is your worst.

About the Author:

Herbie J Pilato is a writer/producer whose books include Dashing, Daring and Debonair: TV’s Top Male Icons from the ‘50s, ‘60s and ‘70s, Glamour Gidgets and the Girl Next Door, Twitch Upon a Star: The Bewitched Life and Career of Elizabeth Montgomery, The Bionic Book, The Kung Fu Book of Caine, and NBC & ME: My Life as a Page in a Book, among others.

Pilato has produced and/or appeared on several TV documentaries including Bravo’s hit five-part series, The 100 Greatest TV Characters, TLC’s Behind the Fame specials on The Mary Tyler Moore Show and The Bob Newhart Show, and DVD documentaries such as The Six Million Dollar Man boxed set, Kung Fu, and CHiPs.

A former Page for NBC, Pilato worked on The Tonight Show starring Johnny Carson, and Family Ties, appeared on The Golden Girls, General Hospital, and The Bold and the Beautiful, in addition to various other TV, film, and live stage productions (some of which he has also directed).

In 2010, Pilato founded the Classic TV Preservation Society, a formal 501(c) 3 non-profit organization dedicated to the positive social influence of classic television programming.

Born in Rochester, New York, and today living in Los Angeles, Pilato serves as Contributing Editor for Larry Brody’s, writes frequently for the Television Academy and, and is the host of Then Again with Herbie J Pilato, a new classic TV talk show now streaming on Amazon Prime and Amazon Prime UK.

Mary Tyler Moore or Mary as she is fondly known – The Irrepressible Star!

December 29, 1936: Mary is born in Brooklyn, New York.

January 25, 2017: Mary dies.

Her Early Years:

Mary Tyler Moore is the first-born of three children to George Tyler Moore (Tyler) and Majorie Hackett.

Tyler, a Catholic, secured a marriage license with Marjorie Hackett, a Protestant who converted to Catholicism in Brooklyn on January 24, 1936. She had a brother, John, and sister, Elizabeth, who died under tragic circumstances.

George was an academician while Marjorie stayed home. Mary attended St. Rose of Lima Catholic School in Brooklyn.

Mary has credited her parents to have blessed her with an appreciation of humor throughout her formative life, even before she began her career. They made her think and feel what’s funny, while Mary learned to welcome the laughter in others.

Her parents may not have had money, but both being English majors in college, they taught her how to speak correctly.

“We never wanted for anything,” Mary said. “We never went hungry. There weren’t a lot of luxuries,” but dancing lessons were arranged when Mary wanted them. Although proud of her Brooklyn influences, as were and remain many celebrities born in that historically rich and cultural place, in time she sought to leave it all behind.

At just 3 years old, Mary would entertain members of her immediate and extended family at home, in her living room, sometimes alongside other young relatives.

She and her same-age cousin Gail would “highjack” their relatives, Mary said, “tie them to their seats,” and then perform musical numbers which the two young girls had witnessed at the movies. In self-defense, Mary thought, she was sent to dancing school so that, “if they had to watch me, at least I’d be trained and it wouldn’t be too painful.”

Moore frequently sought the approval of others, be they family, peers, friends, colleagues, fans, food, wine, medicine, God, or men. The latter dominated, shaped, shifted, and manufactured her life and career, for better or worse.

Her father was a fervent academic, demanding and disparaging. She spent a lifetime trying to please him, if mostly with her art.

At first, Mary had only danced for her dad, to win his love and approval. “If I had that wonderful, perfect, loving relationship with my father that everybody craves,” she said, “I might not have had the gumption to do what I do now – to put myself on the line. I guess it’s too bad we didn’t have a close, loving relationship, but who’s to say?  Maybe not I like what I am, I love what I do – and he formed me.” “Thank God I was not being abused in any way,” she later told the Ottawa Citizen.

As a child, she was sexually abused by a male neighbor. Emotionally and psychologically scarred for life, she channeled her trauma into her craft. Also as a child, she once noticed a man beat a dog on the street, thus planting the seeds of her championing and affection for animals.

Mary as a child focused “solely on dancing.” From the time she was very young, Mary knew what she wanted to be. “Only then I thought it was a dancer,” she later told the New York Times. Another time, she told American Television, “Some people refer to it as indulging in my instincts and artistic bent. I call it just showing off, which is what I did from about three years of age on.”

Years after, for an interview with the Toronto Star, Mary said her first formal dance instructor, a mentor/dance pianist, was not exactly the easiest person to please. She was frequently forced to smile, if out of fear alone. Yet, those early attempts to turn her internal frown upside down eventually worked in her favor.

Her smile began as a coping mechanism and became her trademark.

Unlike her studies in dance or music, the relatively reserved young lady never received formal training in acting. Still, she craved the kind of attention actors receive, and dove into the profession head first. “Shy people who haven’t had the amount of attention or love that they think they need,” she said, “…go into public arenas. I think they…get something back, a validation…That gives you an awful lot. It’s terrific. It doesn’t supplant the original need.…”

When Mary was 10 years old, she had a serious disagreement with her mom.

This caused Mary to move in with her maternal grandmother and her favorite Aunt Bertie. Bertie, a.k.a. Alberta Hackett, was the sister of Mary’s mother, and another relative with powerful ties to show business.

Unlike Mary’s mother, Bertie supported her niece’s relentless artistic ambitions, including those dance lessons. “Aunt Bertie sent me to dancing school, paid for the lessons, gave me singing lessons, and told me I could do it,” Mary later related to USA Today. “She encouraged me to always fight on and to get what I wanted.” In her second TV appearance with Oprah Winfrey, Mary said Mary Richards was partly modeled after her aunt. “Her name was Bertie Hackett,” she joked, “[but] they used to call her Bertie Hatchet.”

Mary’s aunt always encouraged her niece to follow her dreams. When Mary was failing subjects in school, Bertie told her, “You’re going to be a dancer, or you’re going to be an actress. Whatever it is, you’re going to be good at it.” However, an acclaimed actress in the end, dancing had always been her first love.

Moore’s first marriage was to Richard “Dick” Meeker, an older man, with whom she had a son named Richie who died young, at the age of 24 by accidentally shooting himself.

Mary’s mother Marjorie had introduced her to Meeker, after meeting him in the neighborhood in early 1955. Marjorie liked Richard almost instantaneously, and wanted him to meet Mary, who consented. The duo soon began dating, then became engaged, and finally married.

Mary said she wed Richard from a desire to assert independence from her parents. “I foolishly thought that the only option for me was to marry,” Mary recalled.

Her Rise

Mary’s love-hate ambitions were wrapped up with her fantasies. Her musical film pursuits became less feasible with each passing day; such movie productions were waning in popularity, but she gave it her best shot.

While still in high school, and with reference letters from her Uncle Harold in hand, she made the rounds with talent agents.

She would share with them her dance history and aspirations, but to no avail. “They wanted to help and were very nice,” remembered Mary, “but they had no way of knowing whether who they were looking at had any talent.”

She finally found an agent who said, “Well, go ahead and try it. We’ll set up some interviews for you. But just remember this, dancers can’t act, and actors can’t dance. And that’s the way it’s meant to be.” With that utter lack of positive reinforcement, she began auditioning.

Arranged by a friend of her Aunt Bertie, the young pixie landed her first professional job – as Happy Hotpoint, a tiny dancing/singing elf that was superimposed over and inside Hotpoint appliances in TV commercials.

Five months prior to her Hotpoint hiring, and after a mild opportunity to date David Nelson, son of Ozzie and Harriet, she met 27-year-old Richard Carleton Meeker, an Ocean-Spray cranberry products salesman, ten years her senior. Though older than Nelson, Meeker was the perfect “boy next store” match to her “girl next door” image. Within six weeks of their pending nuptials in 1955, they moved into a house next door to her parents and, on July 3, 1956, she gave birth to their only son, Richie.

Years later, she explained to Barbara Walters why she married so young: “I don’t want to denigrate my parents, because they’re wonderful people and through the years, I’ve come to know them much better, and like them a lot. But I was going through a stage of about 16, 17, 18, where I didn’t like them very much, and I really wanted to be independent…and didn’t want to be told what to do. And there was this young man to who I was obviously very attracted and…fell in love, I think, as much as you can fall in love at that age. It’s hard to tell the difference.” “My parents thought that children should be born already 18, married and living in a neighboring town,” Mary revealed to USA Today

“I immediately became pregnant – with Richie,” a development which contributed to the end of her TV tenure as Happy Hotpoint.

With each passing week, it became more challenging to conceal her condition while wearing the relatively revealing elf costume. The ads kept her “very busy and very happy for many, many months,” but after a time, she heard, “We’re going to get another Happy Hotpoint girl, so, goodbye, and good luck to you.”

According to author Marc Shapiro, around this time, Mary began work on her first official movie. Once Upon a Horse, a 1958 comedy Western which featured the up-and-coming comedy team of Dan Rowan and Dick Martin. Her role was listed as a “dance hall girl,”

Also around this time, Mary also started taking anonymous modeling jobs for the covers of several low-budget, exotic LPs produced around 1958 or 1959.

Mary won her first recurring role as Sam in Truth, the sultry-voiced telephone operator and receptionist to David Janssen on his TV crime-drama Richard Diamond, Private Detective. It debuted on CBS in 1957; its fourth and final season was on NBC in 1960. Mary made her mark of distinction as Sam.

Before long Mary got other starring roles which highlighted her as an up and coming rising star.

“Beautiful” is most likely what the creative team behind The Dick Van Dyke Show thought when they first saw Mary in their search for Laura Petrie. Mary landed the role which Carl Reiner created in 1960.

In mid-January of 1961, Van Dyke Show producer Sheldon Leonard invited advertising executive Grant Tinker to view a run-through of the sitcom’s pilot episode. That day, Tinker met and was immediately smitten by Mary. Though she fought it, the feelings were mutual. But she was married, and Tinker was not a home-wrecker. He was all class and sophistication.

Mary and Tinker later started dating, beginning with taking in a Broadway production of a show titled Mary, Mary, and later dancing at New York’s hip Peppermint Lounge. “I woke up the next morning,” Mary once told TV Guide, “…and…I was in love.” In place of Meeker’s mild charms, Tinker was more debonair in Mary’s eyes. He was a 1949 graduate of Dartmouth University, who pursued a publishing career in New York.

Tinker was named vice president of television programming for Benton & Bowles, which is when he met Mary, who at first wasn’t all that impressed. In her first memoir, Mary said she felt constrained “to be nice” to Tinker. This feeling of obligation was why she “disliked him so much” at first sight.

In some manner, it was similar to how she felt towards her academic-minded dad. Mary said she “hated” Tinker “for being so educated and wearing such perfect neckties.”

Upon once journeying to New York to promote the Van Dyke Show, Mary was stunned when Tinker invited her to dinner. She graciously accepted, and sought to dazzle him on their first night out, even if she planned to reject him the next time around. But that was not how it turned out. She described him as “tender, exacting, bright, witty and somewhat of a father figure.”

In a video interview archived by the Television Academy years later, Tinker recalled his version of how they met. “Out of that meeting came, a relationship that grew,” he said. His first reaction to her was “…what anyone’s would be. That she was dynamite. And what was great about her was that she wasn’t ‘actressy,’ minus any airs. She was a real person, off-stage and off-camera and I just fell in love with her. I can’t say I was hit by a hammer when I was introduced to her. But she made an immediate impression on me which grew over time. And luckily, I on her, and ultimately we were married.

Mary was seen as Laura Petrie for the last time in the first-run CBS screening of “The Final Chapter,” the Van Dyke Show’s closing episode, which aired June 1, 1966.

By September of 1966, just four weeks after completing the film Thoroughly Modern Millie, Mary – with Grant Tinker by her side – was firmly planted in New York in preparation for her newest role, this time on Broadway.

Mary was anxiety-ridden from the onset. She didn’t think her song-and dance abilities would be sufficient for the Broadway stage, no matter how much effort she invested in preparation. That meant working with an established voice coach, who in turn placed her in touch with a Broadway musical actor who was overwhelmed himself with the task at hand.

“I was nervous about the show,” she said, “…but it was a healthy kind of nervousness. I should have been more nervous when I signed, because there wasn’t even a second act. But it looked like it had to the greatest hit in Broadway history…David Merrick, Abe Burrows directing, [famed choreographer] Michael Kidd for dances, Bob Merrill’s songs, good story, even the Mark Hellinger Theatre [where My Fair Lady had premiered]. Everything just spelled success. But apparently it was a doomed project even before I went into it.”

The New York Times labeled it “one of the most colossal disasters of the contemporary musical stage.”

Bill Persky (writer) claimed that Mary was blamed for the Broadway bombing because she hailed from TV. “At that time, if you came from television, you didn’t deserve to be on Broadway.” While the same may have been said for Chamberlain, Persky had seen Breakfast in New Haven, before it arrived on Broadway. He thought “…Mary was brilliant,” but “…the show was not. But by the time it got to Broadway she was the one who took the blame for it, even after people like Edward Albee tried to fix it. There was no fixing it. It closed the date after it opened.”

By the late 1960s, Mary’s career was in a downward spiral, and her personal life was not exactly on the upswing. She and Grant Tinker hoped to have a child, but she suffered a miscarriage and was devastated. The doctors delivered more bad news: At just 33 years old Mary was diagnosed with diabetes, which meant daily insulin injections.

All the while, too, she struggled with alcoholism, which did nothing for her digestion, or her diabetes.

At a later stage of her career she would say, diabetes left her periodically feeling “down in the dumps…not knowing which way to turn.” That’s when she turned to her Catholic upbringing for comfort, even though she later began to question her religion’s tenets. “I couldn’t live with them,” she said. “I knew, for example, I would be using birth control.” But during her various challenges and tragedies over the years, she received “strength from God’s presence in my life. Time is a great healer.”

Growing Up Again focused on Mary’s life as a type-1 diabetic, and the proceeds were donated to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, of which she was the international chairman. As she told Parade magazine at the time, “I’ve had the fame and the joy of getting laughter – those are gifts. Now, I want others to learn how I fell down and picked myself up” – both literally and figuratively.

Nearly twenty years later, in 1980, director Robert Redford would deem her perfect for the part of the cold-hearted Beth Jarrett, whose son attempts suicide in the feature film Ordinary People. That’s when Mary delivered another breakout performance which earned her accolades.

The Oscar nomination came for a movie released shortly before Richie, at just 24, accidentally killed himself with a sawed-off shotgun.

Other tragedies echoed the film’s depiction of loss. Mary had lost her younger sister Elizabeth in 1978, at age 21, from a drug overdose. Then came 1986, and the death of Mary’s brother John, a recovering alcoholic who lost his battle with kidney cancer at age 47. This followed John’s attempted suicide to alleviate the pain, with Mary by his side, assisting in the process. The trauma of having an alcoholic mother, a demanding and distant father, and her childhood sexual abuse were just a few of the complexities and ambiguities that infiltrated Mary’s life.

The birth of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, however, was shaped from an entirely different ball of wax.  According to Rick Lertzman, the sitcom became part of Grant Tinker’s masterful vision to refocus Mary’s career, beginning with Dick Van Dyke and the Other Woman.

“Grant pushed with Dick Van Dyke to do Dick Van Dyke and the Other Woman special because he had a plan to remount Mary for television.

” A short time later, when Mary and Tinker formed MTM Enterprises to house The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Lertzman said, “Grant wanted the best and the brightest cutting edge talent, in front of and behind the scenes. He wanted her show it to be hipper than The Dick Van Dyke Show…and to take her out of the mode of Laura Petrie.”

Mary certainly beat several odds with the Mary Tyler Moore show, created by Jim Brooks and Allan Burns, who were hand-picked and hired by Grant Tinker. In archival footage for the Television Academy, Tinker intoned, “I didn’t have a model…wanted to go into business for myself and have something to do with Mary’s show…Jim and Allan were the keys…they created the show for Mary.”

Mary received many accolades and awards over the years, including multiple Emmys for playing Laura Petrie on The Dick Van Dyke Show and Mary Richards on The Mary Tyler Moore Show, which forever benchmarked her career. In 1974, she received the Emmy awards for Best Lead Actress in a Comedy Series and Actress of the Year in a Series, both for The Mary Tyler Moore Show, including an Oscar nomination for Ordinary People.

After 11 ½ years of being married, Mary and Tinker separated in 1973, divorcing in 1981.

In 1983, she married a third time to Dr Robert Saul Levine, who, unlike Meeker or Tinker, was not a father figure, but instead many years younger than she; potentially a son-figure.

Levine, steadfast and loyal, was not a member of the cultural elite or the entertainment industry. He was a cardiologist who was devoted to his older wife, their relationship, and her wellbeing.

If not by Moore’s side in her youth, Levine was present to help her deal with the lingering, less appealing aspects of her past that at times poisoned her experiences in any era.

Theirs was a remarkable real-life love story, one that rivaled not only her union with Tinker but that of Rob and Laura Petrie’s (Of the Dick Van Dyke Show), fabricated wedded bliss.

She worked until she was physically incapable of doing so. She lived her life to the fullest, and remained dedicated to her craft and various social, political, and charitable causes, connected to animal advocacy and the diabetes with which she struggled.

After her death, world-renowned forensic pathologist Dr. Michael Hunter, the chief medical examiner in one of America’s largest cities, who conducted thousands of autopsies to uncover the various reasons why people die, conducted an autopsy on Mary.

In the Reelz Channel Autopsy TV documentary about Mary’s last days that aired after her death, Dr. Hunter found her challenging first days of life of “particular interest…specifically her mother’s drinking.” “Drinking heavily while pregnant can result in the baby born with a condition known as Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder,” he said, “which is something Mary appeared to believe she had been affected by.  And looking at Mary’s face, there are certain features which could be consistent with F.A.S.D. It’s characterized by a thin, upper lip, low nasal bridge and a flat philtrum – the area between the nose and lip.”

Mary’s features were uneven around the eyes and nose. She herself once attributed this to the fact that her mother was drinking while pregnant. “The condition could result in severe mental abnormalities,” said Dr. Hunter. “There’s no evidence that Mary grew up suffering from these. However, drinking through pregnancy can also result in babies being born with heart defects, such as ventricular septal defect – an abnormality affecting the wall dividing the left and right ventricles of the heart.”

 Apparently, it was Mary’s emotional heart which was weakened by her childhood experiences. Her earliest days were littered with challenges, which expanded and were exacerbated throughout her life.

In certain instances, however, those difficulties nevertheless led to positive results that prompted her destiny for stardom.

“Mary was never what you would call a shy girl. She knew what she wanted and went after it. She told us about wanting her own production company and exactly how she envisioned the MTM logo…with a kitty meowing, instead of a lion roaring [as with MGM]…long before it actually came into fruition. She was very excited about the film and her role, as were all of us. She took her part very seriously. Some may have seen this as standoffish, and she may have appeared aloof at times, but she was just very focused on her work and doing a good job. I admired her for that.” Although Mary’s self-esteem was not always evident throughout her life and career, she held her own amidst the Hollywood royalty that filtered through the Millie set – Lillie, Andrews, and Channing.

Karen Sharpe had assessed the pre-famous Mary Tyler Moore: “She had aspirations like all of us. She wanted to make a dent in the industry…to be able to work…and become a star…which is what we were all trying to do. It starts with wanting to have the fame and the lifestyle we all read about in the movie magazines.

In those beginning days, if you weren’t from Los Angeles or part of the business, you thought it was so glamorous…that it was so great to be a part of it all. That’s the way they made it look in all of those movie magazines. Then when you actually get into it, you think, ‘Ok, what’s this really about?’ Well, it’s about hard work….and the performance…and wanting to be the best you can be because of other people that you’re working with.”

Mary recounted how many people would approach her and say, “Gosh, when I used to watch you, I wanted to be like you – like Mary Richards.” To which her response was always, “So did I.”

Another time, she asserted, “It has been a wonderful life; absolutely terrific. There are few things I would go back and do differently if I had that control.” Truth is, most of us do have control over much of our lives, if we only choose to exert it.

Intentionally or not, Mary directed most of her own life and career. She did what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it, and was more than aware of the consequences each step of the way.

Comparisons to Lucille Ball, Carol Burnett, Doris Day, and Elizabeth Montgomery aside, Mary’s experiences and influence were unmatchable. Whether her talent was considered marginal or exceptional; whether she was blessed or fortunate; whether she had bad timing or good luck; and despite some unproductive professional selections and a few unhealthy personal choices – Mary lived a rich and full life, and enjoyed a lengthy and prosperous career. And have we not become all the better for it, each of us a beneficiary of her talents and charity?

On film, videotape, celluloid, screen, DVD, Blu-ray, or somewhere online or anywhere amidst and between the varied worlds of real life and multimedia, the spirit of Mary, Laura, Mare, and others, continue to be transmitted into the hearts of millions.

Mary Richards’ sentiment to her friends and co-workers in “The Last Show,” the series finale of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, nicely summed up the connection, impact, and message Mary Tyler Moore left with her friends, co-workers, relatives, followers, fans, and admirers: “What is a family anyway? They’re just people who make you feel less alone and really loved. And that’s what you’ve done for me. Thank you for being my family.”

She was attracted to credible and realistic characters that did the best they could with the cards they were dealt. This was “true of every human being,” she said. After all, “Adolf Hitler believed that what he was doing was right and that God was on his side.” She added, “I always go into a role, fortunately, not having to play Mr. Hitler, believing that the truth will come out…the truth of the performer played through the reality of the character will emerge, and be acceptable; if not understandable, at least recognizable.”

In a statement to the press, shortly after Mary died, her publicist, Mara Buxbaum, then of PMK, now of ID-PR, said: “A groundbreaking actress, producer, and passionate advocate…Mary will be remembered as a fearless visionary who turned the world on with her smile.”

When once asked how she preferred to be remembered, Mary concluded, “[As] someone who made a difference in the lives of animals,” and as someone “who always looked for the truth, even if it wasn’t funny.

Her candid feelings on animals:-

                She said, “Animals can give you so much in terms of a warm, full, rich feeling about yourself and your life. When you sit down with an animal or just watch it playing off on its own with another animal, you are inspired. And that stays with you…and gives you more to go on than you ever had before.”

A florist who visited Mary’s home noticed how protective she was of her animals on the grounds including a golden retriever, a Petit Basset Griffon Vendéen, and a goat. When the florist exited the premises, Mary said, “Please be careful when you back up. My little friends are all around.”

Some Notable Quotes I loved from Pilato’s Book:

“I really want to be taken seriously…Mary Tyler Moore. Doesn’t that sound serious?” – Mary Tyler Moore

Comedian Milton Berle, who made his name in Vaudeville and later, as “Mr Television,” the star of NBC-TV’s Texaco Star Theatre from 1948 to 1956, “The day Mary Tyler Moore was born,” …the world became a better place.”

“Shy people who haven’t had the amount of attention or love that they think they need,” she said, “…go into public arenas. I think they…get something back, a validation…That gives you an awful lot. It’s terrific. It doesn’t supplant the original need.” – Mary Tyler Moore

“To me, a Brooklyn girl,” she said, “…show business meant singing and dancing. The sun rose and set on that Golden Girl dancing her way to stardom.” – Mary Tyler Moore

“Someday,” she said, “I’d like to be a big star.” – Mary Tyler Moore

“And what was great about her was that she wasn’t ‘actressy,’ minus any airs. She was a real person, off-stage and off-camera and I just fell in love with her.” – Grant Tinker

Actress-comedienne Carol Burnett once told Nora Ephron, “If there is an after-life, I want to come back and be Mary. I think she’s just wonderful.”

Kevin Sessums (of Parade) ended his interview with one more question. “Quick,” he said to her. “Fill in the blank: Mary Tyler Moore is…” “Trustworthy,” she replied. “Honest.” “Her laughter,” Sessums observed, “…that lovely lightness,” then filled the room right before she concluded with a grin, “Unless I’m lying.”

End of review-

The World Trade Center – As It Is Today!

The World Trade Center as it is today! (Photos taken on my trip to New York in February 2020)

Stunning architecture and paintings. The memorial was divine.

In memory of the victims of 9/11.


A Heavenly Interlude

I had the distinct pleasure of having the beach to myself that morning. The quiet was so consuming as the waters that rushed to shore breathed music to the ears.

I watched the sunrise, one of my most favorite thing to do, and thought about how as a teenager, I used to do the same thing where we lived north of Malaysia. It was one of the best times of my life.

We lived by the sea, and what a blessing that was.

I loved watching the sunset, loved waking up early on days there was no school, to catch the sunrise. I would be awed by its rising and setting. I would never miss them on weekends! I learnt so much about beauty from nature.

The early morning seagulls used to be such a pleasure to watch. Some would fly low to the shallow waters, and catch their feed, fly away, and give the rest of their flock a chance to do the same.

Then, there were those sampans. Men would take their sampans to the middle of the sea, and it was truly a sight to behold watching them sail past me so leisurely on those gentle waters, with only the waves crashing onto the beach, a distraction.

Well, I got to watch the sunrise and sunset last week, Friday. It is still fresh on my mind.

It is heavenly to take a break every now and then. It not only rejuvenates, but inspires too. Have a great weekend everyone – shobana


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Where It Never Rains

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I walked once where elephants graced,

Where it never rains,

Where the dusty ground never felt mud,

Where the tired trees were barely consumed by greens,

Where the Sun God shined ceaselessly.


It taught me how to survive,

drought and famine,

dehydration and scorching,

It taught me to go out to another part of the world,

to seek the rain I thirsted,

to stay alive.


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On the 6th of September, 2007, we made our way to Toronto, Canada, full of hope, plus with a little apprehension for Sasha’s next phase in life – her tertiary education. 

She was among the first batch of seven students who received a scholarship from the Cuban government to do medicine. It was one of the first collaborative ventures between the Malaysian and Cuban government.

We decided to go with her to Havana to get a firsthand look at Cuba and its medical fraternity, having heard so much about their excellence in the field of medicine.

We landed in Toronto on the 7th  and having family there, they arranged a trip for us to the Niagara Falls. 

Needless to say, we were so excited to see one of the magnificent wonders of the world.

It was late when we arrived at the Niagara Falls, but I can still remember how awestruck I was with the mesmerizing colorful tirade of the waterfalls and its lit up surroundings. One can never put a finger to the exact words describing its beauty.

A little tired, we headed back to the hotel, looking forward to the next day.

Very early the next morning, the 8th of September, I received a call that my youngest brother had passed away. 

It was the worst nightmare that I went through after hearing that horrible news. I have still not got over the feeling of numbed loss that day. 

Just before we left, we had all gathered in my house and he stayed back to spend the night with us.

I was broken, shattered, and cried non-stop. I couldn’t imagine what Sasha, who was very close to her uncle, was going through. 

She was to begin a new life far away from family, and this was mind-shattering.

How do you deal with a loss of a loved one when so far away. I couldn’t make it back for the funeral. I was totally broken. All I wanted to do was to return home and be with the rest of the family.

Crestfallen, unable to express my feelings of devastation, I started writing poetry, hence, began my writing journey.

 His death gave me an avenue to an unfulfilled dream, directed me to a passion that I never knew existed within me. I am sure it was a gift to me from him. I owe him for charting a new direction in my life, a very noble and satisfying path for me, I should say. Just like him, I learned to inspire others around me with words,(I hope to, that is..)

Today, is his 13th death anniversary, and it is still so hard to come to terms with not having him with us.

 Rest in peace, Des. I love you.


You, the luminescence,

the tireless light that leads me,

I have walked through dark passages,


You were there, as always with your gentle smile,

Awaking me from depths of despair.

I love you.



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Sound of Silence

Do you remember this song by Simon & Garfunkel?

It has a beautiful story behind it. A friend of mine shared it with me this morning, and since I have always been fascinated with the lyrics and the song, I thought I would share it with all of you.

The story goes like this;

The song is a touching tribute to Art Garfunkel’s undying bond to
Sanford (Sandy) Greenberg, and the singer’s sacrifice that saved Sandy’s
life when Sandy unexpectedly lost his sight..

Sandy and Art met during their first week at the prestigious Columbia University in New York.

They became best friends and roommates having the same taste in books,
poetry and music. Art would play his guitar while Sandy would DJ.

Music filled the air whenever they were together.

They made a pact to always be there for each other in case of trouble,
and had no inclination that the pact they made to each other would soon
be tested.

Sandy was at a baseball game when his eyes grew cloudy, and darkness
descended upon his vision. The doctors thought it was conjunctivitis but
Sandy became blind days later.

He refused to see or talk to anyone.

He gave up his dream of becoming a lawyer having no money to finance his
education, and he became depressed, returning to his home in New York.

Art flew down to see Sandy, reminding him of the pact they made.

Together they returned to Columbia University. Art supported Sandy.

Art would often speak about Sandy to Paul Simon.

Simon wrote the lyrics to the Sound of Silence, infusing Garfunkel’s compassion as Darkness, Sandy’s old friend.

Sandy graduated with a master’s degree from Harvard and Oxford.

When Art needed $400 to get started to record his first album, Sandy
gave him the money for it. He had the chance to keep to his end of the
pact. Art taught Sandy the most important lesson of his life, to be an independent man in his own right.

Isn’t that just awesome!

Sandy married his high school sweetheart, and they had only $404 in their account, but he didn’t think twice about helping his best-friend,
Art. He gave Art the money.

That’s such a great bond to have!

The Sound of Silence hit the No.1 charts across the world, topping the US charts and going platinum in the UK. It was the soundtrack for the 1967 movie “The Graduate,” and was named among the 20 most performed songs of the 20th century.

This a story of good-hearted men. Men who inspired the world without knowing it and expecting anything in return! 

All it took  was kindness, compassion, with no regard for quite anything else in this case. It is how friendships are forged for a lifetime- one helping the other to reach their ultimate dream.

This world needs to learn from sacrifices like this, to wake up to the need for love, hope and cherish the peace that is slowly evaporating from our lives.

It takes a lot to gain peace and independence. It takes a lot to live dignified lives.   Have a great week ahead everyone.


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Sweet September

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It is hard to believe that September is as sweet as its name,

Except when, you see those maples trees turn in shade; red, yellow and a dusty strain. 

I walked under those trees one September, marveling at autumn, the breeze just a tad chilly, but,

never did it bother me.

I was from the tropics, while it was autumn where I stood, under those maple trees, in a land which was not weathered as tropical but continent – cold, snowy, freezing, just as winter.

Would I stay till winter claimed? Not I, my thoughts raced to another climate, perhaps that of the temperate breed.

Sweet September of those maple trees,

In you I have found the glory of colored leaves,

I stand amongst the beauty,

Of a windblown autumn, where sometimes the sun streams,

And sometimes it drizzles, wetting those charmed trees.


Have a great month ahead everyone. May it be the sweetest September you have experienced!


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A Place to Dream

(A re-post)

I found a place to dream,

It was a long time ago,

In an illusory setting masking the clouds,

Where trees were leafless,

As they had fallen to the ground.

I found a bridge to another realm,

It brought me to a never-ending path to freedom,

Where no one could hurt me,

Or torture my kindred soul,

Where I met dreamers like me in quietude.

We talked and we laughed,

We shared and we loved,

We were in a secluded spot away from the prying multitude.

Have you heard of loneliness amongst a million?

Amongst a million distracting vision,

A stilled mind can find the solitude of peacefulness,

And there I reside,

Most of my life in seclusion.

I found a place where my heart resides in stillness,

It is a quiet place among the trees leafless,

Where the surrounding lie in deep mysticism for dreamers.

There is love, no hurt,

There is joy, no sadness,

There awaits a someone for someone.

All it takes is just one person to believe in you, to make dreams happen, to share the same ambition, to create history.

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It’s our 63rd Independence Day!

rise above the storm Malaysia, rise above with renewed strength and dignity!

Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia!!

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Malaysiaku (My Malaysia)

My Malaysia, in you I have my birthright,

A sense of belonging,

The joy of knowing that I am part of the past, present and future.

This land of great beauty, of exoticism, of many cultures, of varied races,

stands for unity, justice, and hospitality.

It is the home where peace, love, freedom and hope resides.

rise above the storm Malaysia, rise above with renewed strength and dignity!

Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia!!

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A little bit about Malaysia:

Malaysia gained independence from her colonial master, The United Kingdom, on 31st August, 1957.

A strategically located country in South-East Asia, consisting of two regions, Penisular Malaysia and East Malaysia, it is a federal constitutional monarchy. It has thirteen states and three federal territories and has a population of 32 million. Kuala Lumpur is the national capital which boasts the iconic Petronas Twin Towers as one on of its main attractions. Putrajaya is the seat of the federal government.

Negaraku, (Our Country), is the national anthem of Malaysia. Quite interestingly, the tune was originally the regional anthem of Perak – Allah Lanjutkan Usia Sultan.

A federal constitutional elective monarchy, the system of government is closely modeled on the Westminster parliamentary system, from the time of British rule. The head of state is the King, officially titled as the Yang di-Pertuan Agong, who is elected to a 5 year term from the nine rulers of the Malay states. The current Yang di-Pertuan Agong, is the 16th Supreme King, from the state of Pahang, Duli Yang Maha Mulia Seri Paduka Baginda, Yang di-Pertuan Agong XVI Al-Sultan Abdullah Ri’ayatuddin Al-Mustafa Billah Shah Ibni Almarhum Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah Al-Musta’in Billah. His term began on the 31st of Januari, 2019.

Legislative power is divided between federal and state legislatures.

The flag of Malaysia called Jalur Gemilang (Stripes of Glory), consists of 14 stripes of equal width representing the equal status of the 13 member states and the federal territories. The 14 points of the star represent unity between these entities. The crescent represent the official religion of the country, Islam, while the blue canton stands for unity among the Malaysian people. The yellow color of the star and crescent is the royal color of the Malay rulers.

(Wikipedia – Malaysia)

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Words, how you strike like a sword,

Leaving imprints that can lift you,

Or subject you to distraught.


Words, how you create wisdom,

Leaving minds to decipher,

Between what’s right and what is wrong,

Your insightful deliverance,

Gives one much insight and thought,

And marks the world with your inked reverence to knowledge.


Words, when in whisper,

Delivers a soulful voice,

They define love,

They define your inner self,

They are the silent rebukers of turbulence within.


I read a few remarkable, touching poetry today, and this poem came to be.

How powerful are words, that if un-uttered, can drown a world in abject misery – shobana

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