Monday, August 13, 2018

FASCINATING CLOUDY FORMATIONS





"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

AN OUT OF THE BOX NARRATIVE




'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.
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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’S MULTIPLE TWISTS AND TURNS




"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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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

OVER TO KERALA BACKWATERS


Travel opportunities!


 TRAVEL DIARY: KERALA

For more than three weeks, I'd disappeared from the blogosphere. Yet I missed my weekly creative journey and favorite blogs!

In fact, my husband and I were in the Indian state of Kerala to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. From the usual cake cutting and partaking goodies with friends and family, we had planned to explore the picturesque land of coconuts, lakes, rivers, canals and inland waterways of Kerala about which we had heard a lot.

Kerala is known as God's own country. It is a land of coconut groves, sunny beaches, intriguing backwater cruises, fragrant spices, banana plantations,  herbal plants and lush green verdure. It is an exotic travel destination.

"Kerala lies along the coastline to the south-west of Indian peninsula. It is flanked by the Arabian sea on the West and the mountains of the Western Ghats on the east."

 "Backwaters in Kerala is a network of 1500 km of canals both manmade and natural, 38 rivers and 5 big lakes extending from one end of Kerala to the other. Backwaters are one of the major tourism product of Kerala, being unique to the state." Wikitravel.

Kochi which was our destination is a gateway for travelers to Kerala and is its commercial hub. Its 'Marine Drive' is a posh area with eating joints, show rooms and shops selling all brands of mobile phones. People here look dark but are strong and healthy. The locals throng all the tourists' places even on week days. At every other corner stood a church. Did not see any Hindu temple, though. It has a sizeable Muslim population also.

" Bolgatty Palace ( where we stayed) is a former palace built by the Dutch in India, on Bolghatty Island in Kochi, Kerala. ... Bolgatty Palace has a swimming pool, 9-hole golf course, ayurvedic centre, and daily Kathakali performances and is a holiday destination for tourists." Wikipedia.

The structures here exude an old world charm. The sloping stylish roof lined with brick tiles looks imposing. On the right is the dining hall and in the foreground is the swimming pool for hotel guests.

 Another dignified looking building having suites for guests.


 The sprawling lawns of 'Bolgatty Palace' were well manicured with gorgeous plants around.

The 'International Marina' bordering Island Resort, offers mooring facilities for pleasure yachts and small sailing boats. Here we met an English couple who had been sailing around the world since 2014.


The Swimming pool at Bolgatty Palace and Island Resort.


Kerala Govt. sponsors some special cruises called sunset cruises for which we got a booking.  It's a kind of a small ship and had AC cooled interiors. But that was no fun. All converged on the deck and had a blast of a time. Captured a similar boat from the deck while being awe struck by the vastness engulfing us. Here we 're already in the Arabian Sea waters.


Took this one from the border of our  Resort.


The two of us hired a boat for a one and a half hour cruise in the lake. The wind kept on playing with our clothes and hair but was cool and naughty.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

KNOW THYSELF




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Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look there.”
-Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emperor (A. D. 161-180)

K is for "Know thyself":

Since the beginning of humanity, great philosophers of the world had been delving deep into the intricacies of our elusive selves.


The ancient Greek aphorism ‘KNOW THYSELF’ is one of the Delphic maxims inscribed in the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.  The curious believers since then always pondered over it.


Later on, Socrates expounded it in many of his discourses. For him “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Socrates even maintained, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."

His disciple Plato took it up extensively in his scholarly creations. He was the forerunner of Western philosophy and science. He propounded, “Essence of knowledge is self-knowledge.”


The quest for knowing the truth and establishing identity has been going on since antiquity. Great philosophers and thinkers of the world have all tried to comprehend the mysteries of the self. They came up with numerous insights, which inspired humankind to carry on with this endless search.

The understanding of self-awareness, in fact, opens the doors for realizing one’s potential for a productive life. In our short odyssey on the earth, frequent episodes of inner dialogue happen.  They serve as revelations. A conscious individual always endeavors to extricate self from the limiting absurdities around.   


“The knowledge of self will preserve your from vanity.”
                                        
Miguel de Cervantes



However, in the rat race of modern life, is it possible to listen to the internal voiceless flow? It may appear paradoxical yet in spite of this fast-paced existence, a desire to make life exceptional and more dynamic has to be developed.
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Here is an attempt at loud thinking based on  impressions gleaned over the years:

One thing, which helps in discovering ourselves, is our interactions with others. Reactions good or bad in specific or everyday situations of people close to us or our acquaintances or our friends or others throw useful learning lessons. Self-knowledge acquired thus help us in adapting our self-image vis a vis others.

In a way, the behavior of others educates us about those whose association leads to pessimism, brooding and pulling us down. It signals us to be friends with those who perk up our confidence and shun the naysayers. Developing links with people who raise us and enhance the positive aspect of life should be assiduously pursued. Being aware of this option becomes an inspiration for better management of our lives.

Self-awareness is akin to mindfulness, exhorting us to devote a single-minded approach to our life tasks. As Swami Vivekananda succinctly puts it,

“Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.”

Writings of great philosophers especially Socrates' polemics with his listeners and Plato’s dialogues are great influencers in clearing doubts and bigoted perceptions.

Looking inside for analyzing our fears and anxieties objectively is conducive to finding solutions. A free and relaxed mind expands the creative horizon.

A serious evaluation of our experiences can help in making better decisions for self-improvement.

Self-knowledge also means being true to one’s core values. Honesty truthfulness and probity are our treasures and under no circumstances should ever be compromised.

Our internal invisible monologue says a lot about our thinking process, which defines our personalities. All its warnings and appraisals nudge and activate our receptiveness to change and to act courageously.

Acquiring self-knowledge is an exercise, which continues throughout life.  It is rightly pointed out that we are always in the act of becoming.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

LET'S CREATE OUR OWN JOYS




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Early morning scene as the sun glides up at a retirement community in South India.



 There is so much joy to experience!  




J is for joy:

Celebrate the morning breeze and stillness serene,
Feel uplifted energized as if in a land of dream.

Rejoice at the crescendo of bird noises at dawn,
Sway with the mystic exuberance of the morn.

Experience delight at the sun’s radiant birth, 
Pause at the joyful blooms to savor their mirth.

Disallow the negativities your joy to steal,
Dive into each act with devotion and zeal. 

Grapple with failures relish each triumph,
Pledge to reach sublime ladders to climb.

Faith will maneuver nature on your side,
Undaunted pick the shells by the life's tide.

Ignite a spark at the threshold of gray zone,
Life fulfilled bid adieu sans groan.


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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

AN INTERESTING INCIDENT




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WHEN I’S CAUGHT IN A DUST STORM.

 I for interesting:

Figurines made from waste and discards embellish the famous Rock Garden in Chandigarh.

 
It happened a long time back in the 1960s. We were living in Chandigarh. I’s a college student then and used to cycle down to college. It was the early days of the establishment of the new city ‘Chandigarh’. It was called the city beautiful, because of its well-planned structure, openness, and overall cleanliness. The credit for its marvelous design went to a renowned French architect Le Corbusier. At present, it is a union territory and capital of two states of Punjab and Haryana

In those days, it was slowly coming into existence and lacked facilities. One had to cover a KM or two to even buy vegetables. There were no vendors passing through the roads with their hand driven carts. Below, an effort with PAINT for once.

It was summer and very hot. Mother needed vegetables for the evening meal. On that particular day every week, a vegetable market used to be held in a different sector in the open ground. I offered to do the job by cycling to the market.Though there were signs of dusty haze in the atmosphere, I’s not dismayed. Armed with a satchel, off I went enthusiastically. I pedaled fast and reached in no time. 

I had hardly parked my cycle when unexpectedly a strong dusty wind overpowered the area.  It’s certainly a dust storm. It attacked gaining its full fury very fast.  My cycle tumbled down. The sand circling around was blinding. I immediately slumped to the ground and sat there with my head in between my legs glued to the ground. It was as if I’d be blown away. Small pebbles were hitting me from all sides. The sandy wind was rustling furiously. I dared not open my eyes. It was like a whirlpool of dirt engulfing me in its fold. A total bombardment of raging muck. It was scary.

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How long I sat facing the ferocity of the storm I don’t remember.  When mercifully the storm started subsiding, I tried to open my dirt-filled eyes. After continuous blinking, it dawned on me that already it was dark and I should rush back home. I accomplished it somehow. Everybody was worried at home. On seeing me safe, their faces lighted up. Inside in the light, my hair and face powdered with earth presented an interesting sight. An evening ended as a damp squib.

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