Showing posts with label ultimate blog challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ultimate blog challenge. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 October 2013

Lighting up lives.

People throng to the Queen's necklace in South Mumbai to enjoy  the breeze ,  sea , bhelpuri  and the Queen's necklace which is illuminated to resemble a solitaire neck-piece befitting a royal. 

Imagine the power failure disturbs and disrupts your rendezvous and the place is plunged into darkness and you are groping , trying to find your way and mind out of the blackness.

The tribal families at Awarpada, a tribal hamlet of Wankas near Dahanu are comfortable with the darkness around them , after sunset as they have never seen and experienced the joys of electrification. It is very hard to believe that this is the situation after 66 years of independence and the launch of the Mars Orbiter Mission called Mangalyaan

But 27th October 2013 , was a red letter day in the lives of the tribal when the Mitra Foundation , a non-profit organisation , distributed solar lamps to the 125 families which can be charged even at a low 30 degree Celsius temperature. The lamps are made easy to handle and are portable.

The joy was writ on the faces of the tribals.  Admist the glow of the lamps they celebrated Diwali with their benefactors. It is indeed a festival of lights in the tiny hamlet of Awarpada.

This NGO  focuses on providing water and health-care to the tribals. It regularly organizes medical camps and has significantly contributed to the betterment of this hamlet.

Such NGO's are like the proverbial ray of hope illuminating the lives of a backward section of the society , trying to uplift them in their own way. But these achievements are literally a drop in the vast ocean as there are many pockets , some far-flung and remote while some sadly , at the periphery of the cities but lie unattended , unwanted and uncared  as these simple lives do not make much of a difference to the vote-banks or the bottom-lines of any corporate balance-sheets. But as citizens of our country they too should benefit from the liberalization and globalization policies made in the corridors of power.

Readers , should the fruits of progress be shared by one and all or should it be confined only to a particular section of the society ? and why?

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

books

What brings you comfort? Poetry? Music? A big old chair? Manicures or pedicures? Coffee or tea? Ice cream? Mom or Dad? Partners? A Higher Power?










                                                                  




 A woven fantasy of
six and twenty pearls
   a treasure-house 
       of wisdom . 

        A quiet companion,  
awakening my subconscious mind.
           In blissful state,
ignorant of the world around me.
             a guiding light,
a watch-tower of my views.

Shuffling of the bark leaves,
leaves me gasping for more.
The comfort food for thought,
I quench from its creative juices.

      When I close the book,
the tales , characters and plot
come out alive , to escort me
           from Utopia.

                                                           

                              For :  poetryjaam

The Festival of Lights.



Diwali is the festival of lights and is celebrated ,  for the triumph of good over evil when Lord of Ram returned to Ayodhya after spending 14 years in exile. (there are many other versions too)

                                                                                                                 

Diwali  or Deepawali is lighting of clay lamps filled with oil. The diyas (lamps) are placed outside the main door of the house , which is adorned with colourful powders in symmetric or asymmetric patters called 'rangoli'. The whole house is cleaned and in ancient times the house used to be white-washed every year to welcome Goddess Laxmi.
New clothes are worn and traditional sweets are exchanged and partaken.

Crackers are burst with great felicity and people take pride in bursting crackers.

But spare a minute , pause  and think . 

Why are crackers burst?

To celebrate the Deepavali festival, would be the answer. But hey , Deepavali is the festival of lights and noise and cacophony has no place in the celebrations.

                                                

The beautiful festival of lights should not be marred by the ear-splitting burst of the 'atom-bombs' and the allied harmful after-effects of the same.

The smoke released from the burnt crackers is an air-pollutant. People suffering from asthma and other related breathing problems are the worst affected by the smoke. Senior citizens and infants are disturbed by the high decibel. Spare a thought to the sick and infirm of the neighbourhood.

The spirit of  Diwali can be celebrated in its pure form. When we light a lamp we are dispelling darkness , darkness of ignorance  and negative thoughts that dwell in the mind. Hence lighting of a lamp is symbolic.

Let us burst crackers but not disturb the neighborhood. The amount of money gone up in the flames could illuminate a poor man's house or fund a poor but deserving student's education.

Let us celebrate the festival of lights for a cause a good cause and keep aside a sum however small it maybe to bring cheer into a fellow being's life. Ma Laxmi will be pleased and shower her choicest blessings.





                                            SUBH DEEPAWALI TO ALL THE READERS.



Friday, 25 October 2013

Q's and A's

Questions for which I don't really have answers.. Can you answer?


I have tried to find some answers to questions posed by Nischala Murthy. Have a look.


PARENTING

* How  women (who is largely consider the 'weaker sex') find the physical / mental and emotional strength to endure child-birth?

A women is a storehouse of latent energy. She is wrongly judged as the 'weaker sex'.

Childbirth is considered to be a second birth for the lady but she endures it all , for she releases a part of her, after nine months of nurturing in her womb.

                                             
* How mothers can be *UNCONDITIONALLY SELFLESS* and *UNIMAGINABLY SELFISH* for their children? It makes you wonder if it is the same person at all?

A mother's love is unconditional and selfless. How can a mother discriminate and  be selfish to a product of her own creation?.




* Why do children take on the father's surname, and not the mothers name; when really how most children turn out is HUGELY DEPENDENT on their MOTHER?


Children are largely dependent on their mothers. Blame the patriarchal societal norms that the child belongs to the father. In matriarchal society (of Nair and Bunt communities) the child takes the mother's 'gotra'.
Laws are changing. A child can now take the mother's name. Bollywood director, Sanjay Leela Bhansali has taken his mom's name as his middle name. A long way to go to change and accept mindsets.



* What goes on in the mind and heart of a new born baby? What does he / she think? What does he / she feel?

My mom and grandmom have told me that the first 3 months of the child belong to its previous birth  (I really do not know how) .  When the infant smiles , the fairies play with them. 


* "For Better or For Worse" - How do parents get the strength to endure every thing that a child puts you through?


The children are the 'shaan' and  'guroor' of the parents.  Parents , specially a mother, endures everything that a child puts through as they know that these are the testing times and are always hopeful of the best. This flicker of hope warms their heart even in the biting cold of adversities and hence they endure for their kids.


Readers , do you have any different answers? Please feel free to share and many brains on parenting make the broth more tasty.




Thursday, 24 October 2013

Mirror

                                                        


           
 Mirror Mirror on the wall                
a friend on call
The new hair cut
the winter embroidered coat
Thou reflected with sincere.

                                                             



Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why do we always brawl?
the pimple , acne or a bad hair
Why do you reflect it so fair?
A white lie will make me feel bigger.



Mirror Mirror on the wall
look , I am so tall
on the run , just a glance
Heavy literature , no fun and dance
till  i finish University.



Mirror Mirror on the wall
who does in my heart dwell?
roses on my cheek
inhaling Cupid's aroma , eyes speak.
Life is a dream.




Mirror mirror on the wall

I am on the way to aisle , entrall
The kohl-ed eyes and jewels jingle
jasmine fragrance and blush mingle
Most happiest moment, I bask.

      

         
                                   
The umbilical cord was snapped apart
and you bonded with my heart.                                                            
with my unclear sight
I stared at the blue in your eyes, bright
reflecting back my tears,
I wiped them. Shrugged my fears.

Mirror Mirror, You can wait
while with my joy , I date  





Mirror Mirror on the wall
my salt and pepper crown , dual
I smile back with content
every fulfilled dreamt.





Mirror Mirror on the wall

Thanks for the times all
Time is nearing with every breath
hold my finger , a new journey , dear death.

Mirror is a constant companion, a true friend from childhood to death , reflecting faithfully without fear and favour. Though  mute on the wall , it speaks voluminous truth , whether we like it or not.


Read this beautiful poem  Mirror by Slyvia Plath.


For :  poetryjaam  


           

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Lucky me.

                                                


I always considered myself not so lucky where gift vouchers , freebies and contests are concerned. Even in the ladies kitty parties the pittance prize money for participating to win in Tambola (Housie) too eludes me. 

But today the jinx is broken and I am one of the twenty recipients of the early bird vouchers from Flipcart worth Rs. 500/- . The contest was organised by Blogadda , Do Right Stories  : An initiative by Tata Capital. 

You can read my post here.


I  am one of the two winners of the Kwikdeko Wall decal. You can check it here.

One can buy Kwikdeko wall decal , to decorate the wall , door or any surface, for yourself or you can gift it to your friends.


Saturday, 19 October 2013

I knew it was my last day there

                                                    Write Tribe

100 Words on Saturday will be up every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the month.

This prompt is by the very creative Sugandha of Shades of Life.
                                           

I knew it was my last day there



I had packed my small bag and was ready. We finished our

frugal breakfast.  All the girls hugged and kissed me. I 

said good-bye to all of them.
                                  

Rosalyn madam told me not to forget my roots. I knew it 

was my last day there and I was happy.

 They came in smilingly. After finishing the formalities , 

we got into the car . Around the bend , I looked out of

the window to have a last look,which was my shelter for 

six years. I was no longer an orphan. Now I have a name

and a family.


                             For : Write Tribe
                For : Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 20

Friday, 18 October 2013

Ignorance is bliss

This time you have to weave a post including, ‘Ignorance indeed is bliss, he/she thought to himself/herself.’
                                                   
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The lightest shade of pink with multi colored shape of sun drawn on all the four edges, each of different size and hues arrested the attention of the postmaster stamping each letter/envelope with a round seal. He stopped his mechanical and continuous chore , that he had been performing for the last half decade, smiled , as he read the scribbled message , aloud for the tiny but entire post-office to hear.

"Dear God,
                 15th August is nearing and I  do not have shoes to wear for the school parade. Ma said , pray to God and HE will solve your problem."

And the letter ended by signing off as 'A devotee of You, Amar'

                                                          

The post-master , a middle-aged , religious man by nature felt pity for the small boy but at the same time was touched by the innocence . 

Ignorance indeed is bliss, he thought to himself.

The postmaster himself being a father understood the plight of the boy and collected  money from all his staff , the major contribution from his pocket, enough to buy a decent pair of shoes for the boy. The money was sent to the address mentioned in the postcard.

Amar's mother received the money on her son's behalf and placed it on the mantelpiece near the idols of God. She smiled, as her trick , was a success.

 Ignorance indeed is bliss , she thought to herself.



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out a creative writing theme each weekend for Indian bloggers.






Thursday, 17 October 2013

Happiness

My teen's English teacher asked the class to write a few lines of the topic : We are the architect of our own happiness.

Some of the lines which he wrote and I reproduce :  a person is responsible for his own deeds and actions which in the long run decide the person's own destiny.

 A restless mind is like a rocking chair : it keeps a person busy but will not lead him/her anywhere. His teacher liked and praised him for the apt comparison . He was adjudged as second best.
                                                           

His classmate compared people with different mentalities and outlook to an egg , a carrot and coffee beans .

                                                    



 All the three are put into different bowls containing boiling water. She compared the boiling water to adversities of life. When faced with unseen calamities,  people react in different ways and manner. The carrot turned pulpy  indicating some people crumble and fade away. The outer shell of the egg remained firm while the yolk gets cooked well indicating that some people adorn themselves with fake tough masks to conceal their internal shimmering feelings. The coffee beans do not change their physical shape but release an aroma making us inhale the pleasant fragrance , tickling our sensory organs indicating that some people stand the test of time and spread positive vibes around. The residue, the coffee concoction  is potable and is an energizer. The teacher singled out her writing as the best and I do agree.

                                               
                                             
My teen praised his classmate and I as a parent , puff with pride for his trait to recognise and accept the good in others which is shrinking alarmingly to become extinct.

I was amazed at the  veracity and out of box thinking capacity of the young minds to compare and conflict the unthinkable.

In hindsight , my grey cells began to wrestle in the arena of the heart , can we really be the architect of our happiness?

The ability to understand , grasp , accept and then change for the better is entirely in our hands. We can fine tune ourselves to leave our negatives thoughts outside the fence before walking into the sacred temple of our mind. A sound mind and sound body co-exist paving a path to happiness and/or contentment.

But the external forces of greed , lust , jealousy , bad influence, vices threaten to break the barrier of fence to gate-crash and defile the sacred precincts of or mind. Can anyone person face and stand tall like the rock of Gibraltar, the contaminated onslaught without succumbing to the monsters? 

I conclude that it is the combination of the external and internal forces that have to be balanced to attaining happiness and contentment.

                 


Readers , may I know your views?