Thursday, December 24, 2009
Bad situations : Good results
Holding a small sized fabric paint bottle and also balancing the frame with my left hand, I was making the outline of yellow flowers with orange dipped brush. Except that work, fabric painting was almost complete. I was totally absorbed. My pet Kartiki rushed towards me. Before I could stop her from coming near me, she pushed her nose on my hand, disturbing my balance. Orange color spilt from the opened bottle. She was poking me to say something important. I left the work. Being successful in grasping my attention, she hurriedly ran towards the door. It was locked. I unlocked it. She vigorously opened the door and was out of the house in the garden. I followed her and saw she was vomiting some foam mixed with some grass which she ate during the morning walk. It stroked to me that she had caught the cold. She is an intelligent baby who never spread dirt in the house.
When I returned back, I saw the orange strain on a few inches distance from the design. If I tried to remove it then it would only be spoiling it further. I was upset. So what should be done?
I cut the centre of cardboard in oval shape so that the whole floral motif is visible. Took a green coloured fabric and cut its centre also in oval shape little smaller than the earlier one. Pasted the fabric on cardboard, smoothed it by making small cuts and then folding the extra fabric on wrong side. To maintain symmetry, I did the same for both pieces.
The look was now more awesome with green background. What do you think?
Bad situations always leeds to better results. :)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Creepy or cute creature
"I can't do the cleaning in that room.", maid servant with a touch of fear in her voice told me.
"Why? What happened?", I asked curiously.
"There is an animal. Come and see it yourself."
She led me to the room. Sea green curtains and the bed cover weaved with light brown and sea green colored threads were making the color scheme of room quite monotonous. A big lizard with a blend of light and dark shades of green was lying on bed. Oh! It was gecko who was perfectly blending with the surrounding colors. On seeing the horrible animal lying so calmly, I couldn't stop smiling. It was just a poor imitation of a lizard.
"This one." I pointed.
"Yes, I am scared of such animals."
"It is not an animal but a toy made of rubber." I picked up that object and squeezed it a little to convince her.
"NO.No.Put it down." Now, horror could be clearly seen on her face. "I am afraid of such creatures."
"This is a toy and not a reptile who will bite you. See." I squeezed it more and then hold it from its tail and swung it.
"Ah...!" she screamed and stepped back a little."
"It's too scary, hide it otherwise I won't work." Failed to persuade her, I placed it on the window sill behind the sea green curtains. For normalization of work, gecko went into hibernation, I thought. And she - Out of sight out of mind.
Is this creature so creepy or so cute to be played with?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Bird feeding on palm
He dropped the idea, now it was my turn to try it. A tree pie with short glide spreading its wings and tail feathers came towards me. It balanced itself with slight grip of pointed hard claws on my soft left palm. Examined and then selected the desired size of biscuit piece. It was followed by more birds, two on my left hand and three on my right side. One who was more friendly, jumped on my black woollen cap. Naughty bird pulled it with its beak.
They were enjoying the biscuit powder as only powder was left on my palms and me their soothing and refreshing touch on body and soul.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
My mobile jingling tone disturbed my thoughts, someone at last called me. I hurriedly picked it up, viewed that the name of caller was not displayed; only number was there. I dunno who it could be?
“Hello Chandrika. It’s me, ………”
“Wow! What a pleasant surprise.”
“Happy B’day, dear.”
“Oh! My Goodness! Ma’am you remembered my birth date. Thank you! Thank you!”
For a while, we chatted about here and there. It was from, Head of the Deptt., Dr. (Mrs.) ‘S’ under whom I worked for a few years. A brief description would be ex-boss though she was more like a caring mother than a bossy boss. She guided me how to organize functions elegantly. She taught how to work hard to a hard working person like me. She sharpened my management skills, searched out some hidden talents in me which I was unaware. She advised me to be comfortable in drastic situations and not to get tensed over the trifles.
Talking to such an amazing person like her was the best b’day gift for me.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
“I had to rush to metropolitan city to meet my old pal.”
“Why so?” All the members of yoga group were eager to know.
“In morning, there was a religious function so I had halwa, kheer, puris with aloo sabji. I reached my friend’s house about noon. Preserved mango and guava fruit juice with dhokla, mathri, Bengali sweets and biscuits were served. Though not hungry yet courtesy sake I took some.”
He continued, “We discussed the things for half an hour, then his wife served lunch; chapatti, missi roti, dal makhni, palak paneer, pindi channa, pulaoo, curd and raita. A good hostess she was. I myself was surprised that I tasted each and every dish and ate to the full. When sweet dish malai kulfi was served, I realized there was no space left. But I couldn’t refuse so….”
“You ate that too?” I surprisingly asked.
“Not only that but much more. Hardly I and my friend talked for forty five minutes then the table was again decorated with delicious dishes. Samosa, katchori, rasgulla, gulab jamun with hot coffee was graciously served. All these items started making their space in my belly pushing aside the earlier placed items. Before they could serve the dinner, I bade them goodbye. Returning home, I didn’t take even a glass of water as there was no space for that even. Next day, I woke up safe and sound, though I was not hoping so.”
While group was giggling, admiring his tummy he complained to me, “Ma’am, I am not losing weight though I do yoga regularly.”
“Sir, Yoga has increased your eating capacity.” I smiled back.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Fight over land
When a person was not in posession of a piece of land some decades ago and will not hold it after 50 years; then why the hell does one waste so much time, energy and money on fighting over it? Why can’t all live in peace and harmony as humans have a very short life span?
It’s just a point to ponder.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
What’s the time?
One day when I reached for the class, I found none of my batch mates’ vehicles parked. I was bewildered what happened? Some of them must be present by this time. Today they bunked without informing me. In general, we all gathered out side and went together to face the physics bombardment jointly. I gathered my all courage and peeped inside, might be they were in the class. I strode. Oops! Sir looked at me and gestured me to come in. I, all alone had to enter the danger zone. I startled, took three small steps and reached near his desk.
“What’s the time now?” He asked me.
“Why Sir is asking me what’s the time? I do not wear watch.” I thought. Confused with happenings, looked up at the wall clock to tell him the correct time. As I was calculating the time he raged, “It’s not working.”
After that I didn’t laugh a miracle.
“Seriously you didn’t laugh.” My batch mates teased me when I narrated them this incidence as I couldn’t control my chuckling.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Gift for a good friend
Cleaning my book rack, I saw a book in yellowish cream paperback sandwiched between the shelf and wall. A Little forward and backward movement helped in taking it out. As I ran my fingers on the golden embossing ‘The Tao of Warren Buffett’ on cover page, I recalled how much I took pains in searching this very book. From one mall to another, from one store to another in a city like Gurgaon, I searched it like a hell. In between all those boring financial books, I explored it because of its uniqueness. It explained sayings of Warren Buffett like the teachings of Chinese Taoist master in a simple, interesting, amusing and pondering way. This book helped in opening the new windows of strategies to become rich, too simple sayings but too powerful in application. It could be the best b’day present for my friend, an investment savvy.
"Oh my Goodness! It was still with me. I didn’t post it at that time as my good friend was shifting from one city to another; I feared, it might not get lost. Therefore, I placed it on my rack and would send it after some time when he would be settled in the new place. After that this book kept slipping below slowly with the arrival of new books in my collection.
In the meanwhile we, I and my so called good friend, fought and stop communicating. Now what should I do with the book; sell it in scrap, tidily keep it on my book rack as remembrance of sweet memories or courier it to my friend’s new address?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Power of prayers?
A call on my mobile upset my mood while I was at my client’s house to suggest changes according to vaastu. I couldn’t concentrate on work after that. Though the vaastu concepts are clear to me and I explained confidently. Now, the situation was different. I was disturbed which was making me confused about the changes to be suggested. Bewilderment on my face and in my voice could be easily noticed. And yaeh the client and his wife felt that too. I was not satisfied with my performance, even then they paid my fees so politely that I couldn’t refuse. I just prayed for their prosperity and wellbeing.
After I left, my client and his wife decided to do the changes, what ever I suggested in my perplexing state. The position of double bed in their children room was to be changed. As soon as they moved the bed then they found a shinning object mingled with dust and dirty fibers behind the leg of bed, in room’s corner. Slight movement of bed made it clearly visible. Picked up the shinning little thing and recalled that it was their daughter's missing diamond studded gold earring. They thought it was lost by her in school. This incidence they narrated to me on my next visit to their house. This time, I confidently suggested the changes.
Is it a power of prayers, vastu or just a coincidence?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
After a week
I saw the same pigeon again. I easily recognized it as it had one white wing in its slate grey plumage which others lacked. This time there was no paper bit around its neck, must had fallen off or wiped off in yesterday’s heavy rains. The plastic string was still in its neck, passing between its beaks. It was trying hard to break the bondage with its soft beak and reddish pink legs. Most of the time its legs couldn’t even reached the fetters then what to say of breaking them. Beak and claws were not as sharp as knife to rip a strong plastic string. Poor bird! I wanted to free it, tried to catch as earlier. FAILED.
I never saw that pigeon again. Hope someone better catcher than me freed it from those plastic fetters.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Give some, Get more.
In the evening, I visited family friend’s house. They also had a school going child but much younger than me. While chatting with lovable kid, I came to know that he loved to collect stamps. He was too eager to show me his treasure.
Viewing his album, I came across two picturesque stamps that very well fit in my project. I borrowed him, his two precious gems. His response was negative. True very true, if he would have been giving stamps to every one then he would not be having such a great collection. I offered him that I would give him two new stamps in exchange. He was passionate about his possession.
Next day, I met him, started bargaining from two stamps and raised up to five. He was not at all interested although I tried my all convincing tactics. His father over heard our bargain, passing through the narrow passage in front of his room. He came in and ordered him to hand over those stamps to me. And also said, “Give didi some more stamps if she needed more.” To my surprise he happily obeyed the order and offered more. Till then I had revealed only five stamps to him. Delightedly I, with twin bits of paper, presented him all the ten stamps which I brought with me. On seeing them, he jumped, “Vow!!! Nigeria, Finland, Cuba, Brazil and Sri Lanka, I have none from any of these.”
My teacher was all praise for my project; in my heart I was admiring the child for his obedience.
Friday, October 23, 2009
As soon as I ate the first morsel of pizza, I realized why in America most of the people are non vegetarian. It was sticky, difficult to chew and what to say of taste, overall it was even worst than the dhaba rotis in India. I was not sure whether I could find something veggie better than this. So continued eating it, till it was finished.
That’s a totally different story that that pizza remained in my stomach for two days causing me all that blah blah which I do not want to recall as well as write.
Although after relishing such a delicious pizza, I will be scared of eating pizzas, but if by chance just by chance I ever try again to eat it then I will definitely going to like it as it can’t be worse than that, sure can’t be.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
C'est la vie
Now, my brain started making a list of chores which he could do. He could listen to music, pray to God, watch TV and gossip. He could also read my blog.
Hope he get well soon rather very soon so that he can even leave a comment on my blog.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sometimes boyfriends are too shy, prefer to remain out of focus. ;-)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I asked, “Does anybody else in your family also have heart problem?”
“Yes. Yes.” She excitedly told, “My mother-in-law also has the same problem.” :-)
Next day, she didn’t turn up. A message was vocally delivered by her son that my mother would not be coming for some days as my dadi ma (paternal grand mother) was ill.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Murga means a rooster. In this position the person has to squat and bring his arms between the legs and then finally holding his ears. It is considered to be a tough punishment. Even a person with good flexibility and stamina can hold the stance for some minutes only.
The stopwatch was started. ‘X’ took the position. The young guy boasted of sure success. Elatedly, he said he would invite all his good friends to that party. Sunil, Sandeep, Rajesh and……
“You select the menu also.” He was suggested.
Only 30 seconds had passed when he asked, “How much time is left?” :-)
If he was tired just after 30 seconds, could he win the bet for which he had to be in murga position for 600 seconds?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
In the photographs, longest bottle gourd ever grown in our kitchen garden is displayed by the kitchen gardener Bahadur. His naughty daughter Kavita insisted to be clicked along with bottle gourd. She wanted to take the credit herself as she has once irrigated the vine bed. Thats a different thing that she forgot to change the position of hose pipe which resulted in over flowing.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Then I saw a purple kite with white stripes in the sky. Emerging from a far away building, it was coming into view. Damn! People even have the time to fly kites. Oh no! It was not one rather two, three, four and my goodness five kites in yellow, green, red and blue all with similar pattern of same color on them, were flowing towards the direction of my house. Vow!! A train of connected kites with lose string was coming nearer and nearer me. I threw the clothes on the cot, ran to see them. By the time they were very close. I feared as they all were going to bang a ber tree which has thorns to harm their delicate paper skins. The wind was taking them away. Now, I want to protect the five sister kites.
As they were passing close but not so close to the roof wall, I jumped and got hold of the lose string. My left leg rubbed against the wall. A loooong scratch but I ignored the pain while giving direction to the kites against the wish of wind. I was happy as a child. Festive mood has dawned on me.
A glossy black house crow was sitting on the windowsill of kitchen, was tapping her beak on the window pane. It’s the aroma of dishes cooked by my mother which attracted her.
My mother gave her pieces of chapatti. She gathered all in her small bill and flew away.
The same bird again, feeling hungry, wanted something just anything to eat. This very movement the meal was not yet prepared, so my mother put two biscuits on windowsill. She took away one biscuit and the other one was taken by some other crow that was hiding in ber foliage.
The intelligent creature was demanding food as usual; as usual my mother gave her few left over bread crumbs. Soon seven- eight crows came who were sitting on the top branches and couldn’t be seen from kitchen window pane. In a minute everything was finished.
Fifteen minutes passed.
The lazy bird was yearning not only food for herself and her children but for her whole family. My mother stopped giving her any eatables.
One should never be helped fully. It makes one idle. One should be helped to some percent only so that one continued to struggle for its survival.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
My pet named ‘Kartiki’ was relaxing under my study table. On triangular face her erect pinkish ears, shinning black eyes, brownish black sensitive wet nose and white sharp teeth and her licking tongue made her the most beautiful creature in the world of course in my views. Yellowish cream fur coat of hers was soft to touch. Her curved tail’s tip always stroked her own body.
It was nap time. A cute pose to be clicked, so was clicked.
RELAX, baby relax, plenty of time to relax.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
After that, becomes my habit to start reading a book from the end but I am yet to come across such an interesting comment again.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
In recession, upbringing of eighteen young ones is really a tough job, indeed tough.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Karva Chauth, a traditional festival for married women, no food no water. They keep fast for longevity of their husbands. On that day, rather at night they break their fast after moon rise.
This year, the faintly visible moon with a tint of orange and yellow seemed to be wrapped in slightly white polythene. Nature affected by polythene!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Light in the darkness
“Do you teach meditation?” she inquired
“Yes, in bhrahmari pranayam, meditation is one step; we do it for two minutes.”
“Just two minutes!”
“Yes, ma'am. I teach pranayams which are breathing excercise and physical excercise for strenghtening of all body organs. Ma'am, I have to keep balance between them. So can’t give more time than that.”
“In meditation what are your experiences?”
“My Goodness, such a personal question in just first meeting.” I thought and smiled back to avoid the question. She didn’t get the hint and asked again. This time I changed the track and said, “Few days back, one of my students saw a very radiating sun.”
She was amazed, “One sees lights!!! I do the meditation for six to seven hours daily and only see darkness.” I tried to clarify her that if one does pranayam, yoga, diet control and lead a disciplined life, they all help in meditation.”
“I don’t want to do formal meditation.” she replied bluntly.
“Then see the DARKNESS only.” I chewed my words.
Most of the time, we all need to open up the windows of our minds, so that some light can come in.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Crack in front car glass
After two days, the crack at the same point starts growing inside the glass. Surprising fact was that the crack couldn’t be felt on both the surfaces of glass: top and bottom. It started spreading its huge arms like an imp with each passing day.
Sometimes, some person with the same force and intensity enters one’s life and make a quick exit. After that, the needle tip wound increases its size making one’s life HELL.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Life Vs food
Happy we feel as the little squirrel’s life was saved or feel sad as shikra couldn’t get his meal?
On opening it, I found it, packed with locked poly bags. Different eatables were laying one above the other. Yellow colored boondis, slightly sweet churma, reddish yellow namkeen, Karachi halwa which can’t be broken into two pieces but can be stretched like a rubber were in different bags. Two toffees, one piece paitha were lying in between the packets. And what else in one corner was a small samosa stuffed with dry spices.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Made in India
On one of New York street, disheartened on not finding anything ‘Made in India’, with my drooping head, I was walking and walking, pondering on the performance of Indian products in the world market. And then what I saw, a sewerage iron manhole cover, dust mingled with smoke gathered in its designer groves, but still highlighting in bold letters ‘Made in India’. At least something I found that was ‘Made in India’.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I was quiet surprised that a college pass out; one of my yoga student didn’t know the answer. Strange, wasn’t it? What so strange, simply he had a poor GK. After a little pondering and scratching his head with his left hand, he shyly said, “Mahatma Gandhi.”
I asked, “Tommorow we also celebrate B’day of one more great leader. Do you know who is he?” This time it was a tough question, a really tough one. Seeing his blank face, gave him a hint, “Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan.” But all was in vain.
Is it really true that we remember B’day of Bollywood actors and actresses but we are forgetting our GREAT leaders who sacrifice their lives for us?
Put your hand on your heart and ask, “Do you know, who the other leader is to share his B’day on the same date?”
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