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Wednesday, 6 August 2014

wishlist.

Write Tribe has asked its readers to write down 5 things on their wishlist.



Small desires lurk in the recesses of the mind are afraid or shy to come to the fore-front. But harbouring wishes has been man's nature from times immemorial and  while the bolder ones turned them into reality while other languish for want of action.

I read Preeti Shenoy's , 'The Secret Wish List,' where the protagonist Diksha writes down her secret wishlist and slowly she ticks them off to turn them into reality.



                                                             The Secret Wish List


My to-do-list includes simple or one may label them as banal wishes. But I have to put forward my first step towards converting them into reality.

Sweet-tooth : My mother says that it the mind that controls the tongue's urge. Like a true connoisseur I cannot distinguish between sweets and I do justice to all of them by consuming them and  pile up kilograms and wrongly rest the blame on the weighing machine.

Knock off kilograms  to feel lighter :  In my early twenties , I was slim and trim, zipping from one platform to another to board a Mumbai local train. Alas ! I cannot do it now without panting. The joints have to bear the brunt. Even though my health parameters B.P. , blood-sugar reading , cholesterol ( in layman's language) are all normal I wish to shed off the extra baggage.

Anger management :  “When I am angry, my whole mind becomes a huge wave of anger. I feel it, see it, handle it, can easily manipulate it, can fight with it; but I shall not succeed perfectly in the fight until I can get down below to its causes", said the wise Swami Vivekanand. 

                                            Photo: Swami Vivekananda on ANGER 

“When I am angry, my whole mind becomes a huge wave of anger. I feel it, see it, handle it, can easily manipulate it, can fight with it; but I shall not succeed perfectly in the fight until I can get down below to its causes. A man says something very harsh to me, and I begin to feel that I am getting heated, and he goes on till I am perfectly angry and forget myself, identify myself with anger. When he first began to abuse me, I thought, “I am going to be angry”. Anger was one thing, and I was another; but when I became angry, I was anger. These feelings have to be controlled in the germ, the root, in their fine forms, before even we have become conscious that they are acting on us. With the vast majority of mankind the fine states of these passions are not even known – the states in which they emerge from sub consciousness. When a bubble is rising from the bottom of the lake, we do not see it, nor even when it has nearly come to the surface; it is only when it bursts and makes a ripple that we know it is there. We shall only be successful in grappling with the waves when we can get hold of them in their fine causes, and until you can get hold of them, and subdue them before they become gross, there is no hope of conquering any passion perfectly. To control our passions we have to control them at their very roots; then alone shall we be able to burn out their very seeds. As fried seeds thrown into the ground will never come up, so these passions will never arise.”

Red colour is associated with anger and danger . I wish to tame the demon and emerge triumphant.

Visit the historical rich city of Rome : Julius Ceaser , the name conjures images of Rome . In Rome do as the Romans.........goes the popular saying.

I wish to lose myself into the historical maze of Rome and soak into the local flavour of the atmosphere and marvel at the ancient Roman engineering and architecture. I wish to lift my gaze at the Colosseum and be at the centre of the largest amphitheatre of the world. 

Residing in the hearts of all my near and dear ones : Remembering me on all my birthdays and wedding anniversary is the FaceBook's prerogative. but I would love to be loved and remembered by my people as a good human being and a genuine friend. Am I asking too much?

Reams and reams can be written on this topic but I would not be in favour of boring you.  
                         So tell me readers, about your wish-list. 

                            Written for : Write Tribe Pro Blogger 

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Tuesday, 5 August 2014

colour me , white.

  1. Welcome Write Tribe Pro Blogger
  1. Write Tribe has asked me to choose my  favorite color and pick a few things in that color and click photos. Blog about them.
  2.  An interesting prompt.

"Mr. Frog  Mr Frog , can we cross the golden river?"
"No"
"Why?"
"Not until you have the  c o l o u r ....................   . The game that we played in childhood introduced us to all colours . Purple , indigo , navy blue , sky blue, amber green , mauve ...........and the list is endless. But of a wide array of  colours, my  favourite colour has always been WHITE. My neighbour, Sudha  calls me shwetambara ( one who wears white). I do have all other colours in my wardrobe but my penchant for white overrides all colours.

Renowned painter , M.F.Hussain once took a blank  canvas and with the strokes of his brush painted it white. He named it 'Shwetambara' . 

Passing through the 'chikan'' shop in Crawford Market, Mumbai , my eyes feasted on this white pristine cotton kurta in the glass display of the shop. I entered the shop and the kurta now finds a place in my wardrobe. I team this kurta with denim jeans or a printed dhoti salwar.  After washing it , I starch it and hang it on the cloth-line to dry it. The crisp ironed kurta is like my second skin. 








The fresh chill air of Gangtok, Sikkim was a refreshing change from the Mumbai sultry weather and we were indulging in our favourite acitivity : shopping.  This pair of white  nude twins caught my attention and I picked them up. The ceramic feel of the nude figures made my mind to possess them. I asked the shopkeeper to pack them up. They now are a pride in my glass display of my living room. The nude baby boys  are full of innocence and without inhibitions. The small patch  of black hair on the head breaks the monotony of the white colour and enhances the cuteness quotient .


Paying respects to the reigning deity of Sharanbasaveshwar of Gulburga, Karnataka was divine. The 'jaatri' or the fair attracts attention and I was one of the innumerable devotees to walk past the stalls showcasing the bric-a-bac, earthen pottery , wooden items etc. The stall of imitation jewellery arrested the pace of my brisk walk and my feet found their way into the stall selling colourful bangles. The red, green, maroon with a slight hint of gold colour added to the beauty of the glass bangles. But a pair of white bangles won my heart and after bargaining , the bangles adorned my wrists. I love these bangles .









The white double strand pearl neck-piece and the pearl bangle were purchased by me on my trip to Port Blair , the  Andaman Islands in  the Bay of Bengal.  The azure , clear and deep waters of the Andamans are a tourist's delight. The shoal of colourful fishes swimming can be seen through the transparent waters.

                                         Errors like straw  float on water.

                              He who searches for pearls must dive below.


White is my most loved colour. But I prefer jet black hair!  The seven colours of the rainbow bring joy to the beholder. The rich colours of the Kanjeevaram sari and  Baandhani sari are a sight to behold.  Reader, let me know the colour of your dream?

                                      Written for Write Tribe Pro Blogger

Sunday, 3 August 2014

and it rained that night

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Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time

Include this line in your post: ‘…And it rained that night’


Whole six yards of charm
draped in her eyes, so warm
the moon in its youthful crescent
The parijat wooing , fragrant scent
breeze dancing with anklets
caressed her jasmine braided plaits.

As she spread her arms
unafraid , unfazed of lurking harms
gaze upward
smiling coy , twinkling stars toward.

Black clouds battle in the yard
with swords out òf scabbard
unleash lightning and thunder
the young bride watches yonder

Maiden fair parts her lips bright
And it rained that  night
inhaling the musk of petrichor
she gleefully asks for more.

Her man amused watch
cajoles him to match
her step and  gait
his arms hug her waist

closeness encircles
passion tickles
youthful  night consummates
Earth's thirst satiates

And it rained that night
A lady and her Knight
began their journey bright.

    



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Saturday, 2 August 2014

secure

Five Sentence Fiction – Secure


As her little feet touched the ground, she  thrust her closed fist into his large palm as they walked towards the king-sized pool.

Katherine looked  uncomfortably at the still water reflecting the bright clouds as she hid her fears that would be mirrored in her blue innocent eyes.

He lowered Katherine  into the water  and when her body hit the cool  surface , she felt her confidence buoy with the ripples. 

She conquered the pool and her fears, too , as she felt secure with her Olympic winner coach , her father.

She saw in her father's eyes , her reflection and his dreams taking shape of a bright future and she vowed to fulfil them.


                                               


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My greatest fear. Read here

Friday, 1 August 2014

Fear.

                                 Today is the first day of the Blog Carnival .
                                



                             what would you do if you weren't afraid


Darr, ke aage jeet hai..............goes an advertisement endorsing a popular drink. But fear cannot be gulped down the throat and dive into the deepest oceans.

Yes reader, you guessed it right. Water, lake, ocean fills my mind with fear and the very sight of a vast water body numbs my senses and my throat feels dry with fear. In childhood my friends took to water as born swimmers while I remained in the background to hear them discuss interesting anecdotes of the underworld. I would console my troubled mind saying that I would join them a year later. 

                                      But tomorrow never comes.

Childhood gave to adolescence  and priorities such as studies , classes college took precedence. Adulthood graduated to more serious affair like job , career , matrimony. But the reluctance to take to the water have remained on my mind. More than the reluctance is the fear that pulls me two steps backwards. But I have resolved firmly to take two steps backwards and go for a dive, not literally but work towards warding off my fear. I wish to shed the cloak of fear and don a swim-dress and be friends with water. I wish to swim with a colourful shoal of fishes and sail between them. Scuba-diving in the  azure Andaman waters to explore the unexplored underworld realm. The white surf of Rishikesh  river beckons me to try rafting in its rough, wild waters. My spirit would be at peace to take a dip in the holy gigantic Ganges and wash off my fears. 

Water , an elixir of life
quenches the parched
Earth and throat.

Water , an elixir of life
Alas! many lose their loved
to a watery grave.

Water , boon or bane
flood or famine
we all need water.

The unfortunate tragedy of the Andhra students whose precious lives were nipped in the bud by the rising waters of the Beas in  Himachal Pradesh is fresh in everybody's mind. The newspapers are filled with such tragedies when the swelling waves swallow human lives. Expert swimmers do have to bow to the power of water. Despite the dangers , fishermen community , weighing the risks but keeping fear at bay  , continue to venture deep into the seas, undaunted,  to earn a livelihood and feed the deepest catch from the oceans. The coastguards and the Indian Navy should be saluted for their tireless work.  
  





Readers , I wish to conquer my hydrophobia. Do share your fears...............


         Written for WRITE TRIBE PRO BLOGGER in response to the  prompt 

                             What would you do if you weren't afraid?


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