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Tuesday, September 11, 2018


Inner journey creates possibilities for unchartered journeys.

Our inner voice goads us to listen to the call of yonder mountains.

INNER JOURNEY IS AN EVERYDAY AFFAIR                             

Human psyche’s veiled corridors,

Nurture an inner voice.

A lurking quiet force,

A shadowy presence that rules,

Pokes, as well as admonishes.

Perhaps the inner voice is more of

A guiding lighthouse,

Going back and forth eternally.   

Sneaking deep into mind’s keyhole,

Living, reliving moments never told.

It's spell catapults a thinking mind

To heights hitherto unassailable. 

Isn’t it that man is the chosen one?

To play God’s magic on earth. 

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Wednesday, September 5, 2018


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"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."  
Rabindranath Tagore.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore
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We're witnessing the fag end of monsoon season in the hills, where we're putting up these days. Below are a few pictures of nature's spectacle, clicked during the week.

Dark clouds holidaying.

Pines and sundry vegetation in our complex.

A spider's web held me spellbound in the morning.

                                                                        Afternoon shot during a walk.

 Joyful lush green valley overlooking our balcony.
A thin sheet of mist engulfing the peak of the hill, while the sun tries to wriggle out.

The greyish sheet of clouds that stays the whole day.

Purple hues adorn our lawn.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2018


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From my archives: Autumnal scene (in the US) charms the heart!

"Your heart is the most powerful organ. It breaks, heals and becomes stronger again."

It is your heart!

Let it be never caged.

Let its potent vision be never grazed.

Let it articulate its smoldering spells.

Let it not throttle its cathartic swells.

Let it smash the toxic social bonds,  

Let not its tenderness with pretense downed.

Let it flourish in a swirl of loving kindness,

Let it receive the sensations of warm-heartedness.

Let it smile to wean the miseries away,

Let it smoothen muddles that bind night and day.

Let not its heartstrings be ever incommunicado,

Let them burst with courage, faith, and bravado.

Let it not be messed up by gibes and prickles,

It’ll surely transcend the inane and the fickle.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018


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G is for Green World:

Human race or any other living organism would not have survived but for the blessed green world around us. God has been kind and thoughtful  to gauge our needs and make provisions accordingly. Nature’s mammoth powers have bestowed upon us overwhelming variety, which nudges our exploratory tendencies forever.

Nature’s benedictions in the form of everyday wonders act as a source of eternal joy, hope, and inspiration. Our green cover is an indescribable reservoir of God’s gifts. It is our lifeblood.  Just imagine its absence. The thought itself is menacing. Man and all other organisms would go extinct.

The green world encompasses in its fold the treasures such as trees, bushes, plants, flowers, herbs and countless forms of vegetation.

The food chain of crops, vegetables, fruits etc. provide nutrition to humans and animals for sustenance.

Miracles of the green world are immeasurable.

Greeneries are great purifiers. They release oxygen and take in carbon dioxide. Thus, maintain a hugely beneficial eco system. Life without the green world is unthinkable.

The beauty of nature has been a beacon of inspiration for artists of all hues. The poetic world would have been bereft of the masterpiece “The Daffodils” had not Wordsworth seen them dancing merrily in the breeze at the bank of a lake.

Where would the birds, the squirrels, the bees and the butterflies have built their habitats sans green world? The cicadian notes would have been missing from the shadowy evenings. The mysterious cacophonic orchestra of the innumerable insects and other species, which reside in its midst, numbing our senses would have disappeared altogether.

Aren't the plants necessary for our wellbeing and happiness? They hold enormous possibilities for the good of humanity.

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Monday, August 13, 2018


"The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain."               
Henry Wordsworth Longfellow

We're putting up amidst Shiwalik hills these days. Here the rainy season is in full swing. It rained torrentially yesterday. Extensive landslides together with the uprooting of trees happened. The authorities are doing their utmost to provide relief to the affected.

One is helpless in the face of nature's fury. Yet life moves on!

Pictures ( below) taken during the week of multiple vignettes of the monsoon skyline!

F is for Fascinating:

The thick clouds are barring the sun from making its appearance. Yet cleverly the sun wriggles out now and then to spread its brilliance. Clicked early morning today!

The hills engulfed with mist after a generous bout of showers.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2018


'E' is for enjoying  the simplest pleasures of life:

Strange that a small and simple object could take you down the memory lane and fill you up with nostalgia so effusive that it starts simmering in the psychic recess and waits for the time when it would be articulated. The urge to bring it into focus was intensely triggered when I saw it sitting snugly in the bathroom in the familiar company of a bucket, a low stool, and a bath mug. There and then, I decided to let it tell its own story. Instantly an insignificant thing transformed itself into a raconteur of sorts.

Dear readers don’t  feel shocked to know who I’m. I’m in fact a SMALL PLASTIC TUB cherished by the family for more than forty years till date. It all began long back when a young married couple was blessed with a sweet baby boy. Their first-born was special and deserved the best. Happily, they purchased all the baby stuff from baby soap to baby oil to baby powder (all Johnson and Johnson products) along with colorfully designed baby towels. They bought something else also. They bought Me. I’s a carrot-colored cute looking mini bath tub. 
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 Things settled down slowly in the household and a routine took shape.   I’d wait for the baby’s mom to come home from work and give a bath to the baby.  As soon as she would come, the first thing she would do was to prepare for the baby’s bath. The housemaid who took care of the baby in mom’s absence knew exactly what to do. She would bring me from the bathroom along with other supplies to the sunny verandah where the grand ritual used to take place. A wok filled with warm water (heated by the maid in advance) was waiting for the purpose. First, the baby would be given a soft oil massage, which he enjoyed immensely and responded merrily to the gentle rubbing of his tiny frame.

After I was wiped out extra clean from inside, the lady would place me in the middle of the sunny verandah and fill less than half of me with the tepid water. In the meantime, the baby would be placed in my lap supported by the mother’s arm around his neck. OMG, how happy the baby would become instantly. He’d play and splash water with his hands, while charmingly opening and closing his eyes as the tiny droplets entered into his eyes. The mom’d tenderly watch the baby indulging in that playful exercise. The pride of being the mother of this lively and energetic child enlivened her face. I’s privy to this interesting sentimental drama played day after day. And I loved it.

The bath used to be performed meticulously in the midst of an animated prattle between mother and son and answered with chuckles and more splashes. Finally, the baby was picked wrapped in a towel and was transported to the bedroom, where a fresh looking dress placed on the bed eagerly awaited the baby’s arrival. Grooming done, the child would get the milk bottle - pre-prepared and standing on the side table- propped comfortably on the mother’s lap. Soon he would be so sleepy that only some gentle shaking would make him finish the milk. He‘d go to sleep under a baby mosquito netting uninterrupted for a couple of hours.

Again, I’d be cleaned and wiped dry and allowed to rest in a safe corner of the large bathroom until the next day.

As the baby grew bigger, I’s permanently made to rest, up in the attic. I’s dismayed. It was like a fall from the sublime to being a nobody.

To my good luck, a few years back the lady suddenly remembered me. A wooden ladder was brought in to reach the low ceilinged attic. She entered the attic in a sitting position (her light frame had an advantage in such tasks). She was overjoyed to find me as I was, only a bit dusty.

I’s brought out and after a few days transported to their flat in the hills. Here the bathroom is small and I fit very well in the limited space. She soaks her light laundry in me while adjusting herself to the new style of washing. I’m in the limelight again. Her long-standing association with me has survived the test of time. I’m still supple and strong enough to last, I don’t know for how many years more.
Friends it is a tribute to my comrade, this adorable tub for serving me so faithfully and becoming a part of life again. It is a testimony to the concept that small things can provide so much joy.

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Sunday, July 29, 2018


"Life is full of ups and downs. The trick is to enjoy the ups and have courage during the downs."  Unknown

Nature is curative!

D is for accepting the DESTINED:

LIFE IS SUPER SUPREME. It is oceanic in its aspects. It is very unpredictable. It examines us all the time. Its rewards we tend to forget soon but its pains take time to go.  At least that is what is observable. My post below is based on these beliefs.    

As they say, troubles don’t come alone. They come in multiples. They test your inner strengths. In the process, leave you completely drained. The pendulum of time weighs you down with fears and doubts. You imagine the worst. You face more downs than ups. Only positivity evolved painstakingly keeps you listlessly going.

After enjoyable holidaying in Kerala, we had that carefree tempo even at home for a few days. However, one can’t disregard life’s stark realities for long.  Before our trip, we had decided that hubby would go for much postponed nasal surgery for the removal of polyps. These were the cause of enough misery in so many ways. The surgery was made out to be something simple and common. However, the reality was different. The jury was out to test me as a caregiver.

Just imagine you prepare yourself for one surgery and you end up going through two within a month. Poor hubby suffered so much misery and sometimes near about unbearable discomfort because of deficiencies in the system.

Nasal surgery was performed in a posh hospital under general anesthesia. Yet due to whose negligence weather of the preparatory team or of the specialist, catheter was not inserted for the passage of urine before the operation. Later we came to know that catheter insertion was mandatory in the case of older patients. 

After he was shifted to the room with his nose all bandaged up and sort of soaked red with blood, he soon felt restless with distension in his bladder. Even in that drowsy state, he kept going to the bathroom with some help as the urge to urinate was over bearing. Yet he could not pass urine. After many failed attempts, I called the nurse, who got a hot towel placed on his stomach but to no effect. Meantime he felt agonizing pain. The night duty doctor was called. Disgusting that even he did not know that in elderly patients’ catheter was necessary. So much for specialization! Finally, a baby catheter was inserted as he could not manage to insert one, of the right size. Anyways hubby was heavenly relieved.

As the effect of anesthesia slowly wore down, he started feeling painful throbs in the nasal cavities. He was feeling utterly miserable because he had to breathe through the mouth and his throat had become painfully inflamed. K swallowed a painkiller with great difficulty but the discomfort did not lessen. He asked for coffee and a little stimulation helped. Soon he was groaning with pain in the nasal passage, which was aggravated by the unexpected anxiety of the urine emergency. The spirited man of the morning changed into a helpless one by the evening. All along, I was trying to bolster my energies to support and comfort K as much as I could. There I realized a caregiver needs to be strong, fully prepared for any exigency.

We were discharged the next day. Another visit to the hospital after four days for removal of bandages, which were replaced with some other inserts, equally painful. For a week, eating was a battle because simultaneously eating and breathing from the mouth had to be learnt. Even some salt in the soup or stew was stinging the swollen throat.  Many medicines had to be taken. Except for the antibiotics, which were taken with water, I made him swallow other medicines along with well-cooked and watery oats or liquefied wheat porridge.  This way the tablets went down with less hurt. After the second inserts were removed a cumbersome cleaning procedure of the nasal cavities was performed every day. Subsequent visit after a fortnight showed healing process going on smoothly. The doctor was satisfied with the progress.

In between, we consulted a urologist at Patiala who inserted a proper catheter and advised many tests. The tests showed an enlarged prostrate, which had been in a dormant state. We researched and came to know that general anesthesia can traumatize the working of the system and can result in a sudden upsurge in inactive health issues. It’s so in his case.

After close to a month the second operation was performed in a hospital at Patiala. Enlarged prostate tissue was removed with the procedure named TURP. More antibiotics and an upset stomach. The recovery period had many tense moments with several visits to the hospital. When the bleeding from the wounds stopped, the catheter was removed

Oh, what a relief it was! K started moving around the house. With proper care, good diet and his strong willpower he is on his feet again. I pray to God that he stays so.

In the middle of June, we shifted to the hills as we used to do previously. His resistance to disease has weakened, though. He gets unwell quickly. Hope that after a couple of months of convalescence, he’d be his old self again.

For me, these three months had been scary. My spirits too have taken a beat.  I’m trying to resume my creative pursuits though.  Surely, it is an uphill task. I trust I’ll overcome procrastination and be a part of the world which gives meaning to my life.

Accepting the destined takes courage and resilience.

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