WPC: Temporary

The Daily Post offers prompts for photo challenges which are temporary in nature as a new prompt is provided each week. Because of the fleeting evanescent nature of time I couldn’t complete the challenge in the allotted time span. But then again after a lifetime of being punctual and on the dot (and even before the dot at several occasions) I am enjoying the freedom of being late . And wonder of wonders – the world around doesn’t actually instantly burst into indignant protesting smithereens (honestly it continues to surprise me that no such things happens if I am late or even absent :D) 😉

So a few selected visuals of all things temporary – hope you like 🙂

tikka

Food is so temporary isnt it? Just lasts a mealtime – sometimes not even that 😉

20160617_142550Almost sacrilege to dig into such a work of art don’t you think?

Dance

The raibeshe dancers create a temporary aesthetic formation. If you like to see more of these amazing folk dancers from West Bengal click here You won’t be disappointed, I am quite sure.

So what else is temporary?

Coco

Coco’s infection

TreeboThe perfectly made bed at a hotel 😀

HaircutMy sister’s haircut! Mine is sorta permanent 😉

ScrabbleA game of scrabble – have you played it? Can you redo the words on the board once the game is over? I did it once and my husband still owes me…

FallThe brilliant colors of fall imported from Germany 🙂

Cheers to you from India Chinese rose Have a super weekend!

Don’t forget to leave me your favorite and what would be your idea of temporary. Thanks for visiting.

 

 

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Just 4 Fun # 63

SuprabhatSuprabhat or Good morning. I thought this was too beautiful not to share – what do you think?

The Missing Goat!?

It all started one lazy Sunday afternoon
in a small town near Toronto in Canada.

Two school-going friends had a crazy idea.

They rounded up three goats from the neighborhood and painted the numbers
1, 2 and 4 on their sides.

That night they let the goats loose
inside their school building.

The next morning,
when the authorities entered the school,
they could smell something was wrong.

They soon saw goat droppings
on the stairs and near the entrance
and realized that some goats had
entered the building.

A search was immediately launched
and very soon, the three goats were found.

But the authorities were worried,
where was goat No. 3?

They spent the rest of the day
looking for goat No.3.

The school declared classes off for the students for the rest of the day.

The teachers, helpers, guards,
canteen staffs, boys were all busy
looking for the goat No. 3,
which, of course, was never found.

Simply because
it did not exist.

Those among us who in spite of having
a good life are always feeling a
“lack of fulfillment”
are actually looking for the elusive,
missing, non-existent
Goat No.3.

Whatever the area of complaint or dissatisfaction, relationship,
job-satisfaction, finance, achievements, ……
An absence of something
is always larger than  the
presence of many other things.

Let’s Stop worrying about goat No.3
n enjoy the life…
Life would be so much happier
without the worries….😊

Have a blessed  Day….!!!

And don’t let the non existent imaginary goat number 3 waste your time and happiness.
Enjoy life with what you have.

🐐🐐   ?  🐐

Govt

That reminds me of another one

Hell

And when there is traffic jam on the highway it probably looks like this:

Black

😀

Minion

That’s it from me this week – have a super week

Wine

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

One for All

AES

gn@r∠ed

kn§tty

b∂nt

straight

or

skewed

black white brown

or

green

this earth

belongs to all

like it or not

***

PS: In keeping with the spirit of the thought I tried to do different but wonder if I went overboard? Do let me know – thanks!

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

 

One Step at a Time

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Photo (c) Marie Gall Stratford

One Step at a Time

 Words 100

Top floor! She panicked. Never in a thousand years would she manage to reach her goal.

She spied a signage and sighed in relief. Ah the lift!

She hurried to join the tail end of a long winding queue.

The queue behind grew longer and yet she didn’t move an inch.

Restless and impatient, she chaffed at the wait.

“Want to jump queue?” A voice whispered temptingly.

“How? I am new with no resources.”

“Fresh and resource full.” He leered lasciviously.

No time and miles to go.

Decision made she stepped out of the queue and headed for the stairs.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Marie Gall Stratford for the photo prompt. To read the other stories or participate click here.

 

WPC: Sneak Peek

Hello everyone! How have you been? Sorry to have been MIA – too many things happening. Pollution levels haven’t helped and I seem to be floundering in a haze of unformed fleeting thoughts and ideas. And there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Don’t believe me? Have a look.

TunnelScene at 5.30 pm

IMG-20171108-WA0003And this is the most popular meme doing the rounds these days

Veiled

Although I have to admit this is my personal favorite. Anyway I seem to be rambling more than usual. I intended to post some pictures related to last week’s Daily Post’s challenge Peek. But then I guess these gave you a peek into my mind 😀 But if you are still up to it, here are the ones that I had originally intended to post but never got the time to do so.

KidAren’t we all like the little boy peeking curiously at the world around us, trying to make sense and often unsuccessfully.

SunrayA ray of sun peeks out through the clouds (not smog!) at the foothills of the Himalayas.

TreesunThe Sun plays peek-a-boo with the tree

Short treeThe tiny tree peeks out from behind the taller cousins

SquirrelSafe in the arms of Mother Nature, the squirrel peeks out

DanceA sneak peak into a folk dance – colorful ladies

Dance2and their counterparts

cafe

Okay so now I am off to grab a coffee and breakfast – care to join me? I’m waitin 😉

Unfettered

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stripped,

scarred,

battered,

embedded,

shackled

and

enchained

she may be

yet nothing

deters her

from

reaching

for the stars

 

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 6th anniversary!

 

Just 4 Fun # 62

Gmorn

Isn’t that a beautiful painting? Couldn’t resist sharing. Good morning or good evening wherever you may be – welcome to another new week 🙂

Bio

Strange isn’t it? How about some more multiplication and division 😉

Copy Paste

Cute aren’t they?

Bonus

Wait there’s one more

Suprisetwins

😀 😀

Jugaad

Another example of the great Indian jugaad 😉 Some people may be worried but the baby looks snug as a bug doesnt it?

Anxiety

But I get worried when I dont have anything to worry about 😉

TC

So stop worrying and start living – take care of yourself. Need inspiration? Scroll down

Age

Oh well not easy as it looks of course…

fat panda

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

One Fine Evening

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Photo (c) Roger Bultot

One Fine Evening

Words 97

What a beautiful evening an exhilarated Suresh thought as he left the office. Just the kind Meera went gaga over.

He couldn’t wait to go home and share the good news. He would hold her in his arms and apologize for his cruel words. He couldn’t take them back but he would make it up to her.

A romantic dinner at the swanky houseboat restaurant.

And a movie.

Her choice.

Oh how her eyes would sparkle!

He willed the traffic to move faster.

“Meera!” He entered the darkened bedroom.

How odd.

Meera’s feet dangled at eye level.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Roger Bultot for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo click here.

Whew! I almost missed the party 😀

Just 4 Fun # 61

Today has been one long long day and it is just Monday – I am no mood for jokes or any sort of fun 😦 And I found the right sorta company – the anti-joke chicken. Exactly what I was looking for – seriously.

Anti-joke Chicken

Exactly 😀 So got it? Okay this one is easy – no cheating huh

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Obviously!laughinglaughing

Anti-Joke Chicken

I got this one!

 

ANTI JOKE CHICKEN... My favorite.

Pretty obvious eh 😀

Ohhh Anti Joke Chicken.

This is cheating! surprisesurprisesurprise

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True that day dreamingday dreamingday dreaming

I saved the best one (my favorite) for the last – a news article that I read earlier this week. Okay I dont understand much of football but imagine this scene – two teams are playing and no goal is scored in the first 120 minutes.

Pretty frustrating right?

But natural to want to find a scapegoat, somebody to blame…

Who would you blame?

Coach Guardilo blamed the football.

It is too light… moves all over the place, it is not a good ball.”

Honestly rolling on the floorrolling on the floorrolling on the floorrolling on the floor

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the internet and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

Unrequited

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arms

outstretched

I wonder –

would you

ever

take even one

step forward?

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

CBW: Stone Idols

Hello all! Anybody miss me? Ah well, I did. But life happens and we cannot always have everything can we? Anyway I snatched a few moments and thought of marking my attendance with Cee’s Black and White Challenge which is Bricks or Stones. As I mentioned in my earlier Ivory post, I had a selection of statues and idols.

And here they are – hope you like 🙂

BrokenDevi Durga the vanquisher of Evil (Mahishasur) – her strength, her shakti (power) comes across despite the desecration does it not? Just like it does from the millions of women oppressed and abused all over the world.

Princess

A stone idol of perhaps a warrior princess? These images are from the collection at Salar Jung Museum at Hyderabad, India.

King

I had initially thought this idol to be of a king – Chandrasekhara. But four arms and the lack of any jewelry and simple attire made me rethink. He is Lord Shiva the one who wears the Moon on his matted locks. Apologies for the blurred picture.

Nandi

Nandi the sacred steed, constant companion and ardent devotee of Lord Shiva. It is said that even if the Lord does not hear your prayer anything that is whispered in Nandi’s ear is sure to reach the ears of the Lord Himself. The white color apparently symbolizes purity, righteousness and devotion. Although I am not so convinced for most of Nandi’s idols are in black stone.

ShivaThe more famous form of lord Shiva as Nataraja (the Lord of dance). Did you know that at CERN the European Council for Nuclear Research there is a statue of the Nataraja? As a plaque alongside the statue explains, the belief is that Lord Shiva danced the Universe into existence, motivates it, and will eventually extinguish it.

The Nataraja idol typically shows Shiva dancing in one of the dance poses, holding fire (as he is the God of destruction) in his left back hand, the front hand is raised in blessing, the front right hand with a wrapped snake that is in abhaya (fear not) mudra while pointing to a Sutra text, and the back hand holding a damru (a small drum like musical instrument) the sound of which created the universe. He is surrounded by a ring of flames, standing on a lotus pedestal, lifting his left leg (or in rare cases, the right leg) and balancing over a demon dwarf Apasmara (not a child!) who symbolizes ignorance.

BuddhaA second century stone idol of Lord Buddha.

KrishnaThe much loved and popular Lord Krishna. Again apologies (a blanket apology!) for the poor quality photos 😦

Vishnu

A 13th/14th Century AD sandstone idol of Lord Vishnu in Dhyanmudra (meditative pose)

ShayanmudraAnother statue of Lord Vishnu the Preserver in the shayanmudra (reclining pose) with his ten avatars carved on top. At least that is what it looks like. The one on the horse (on the extreme right) is the Kalki avatar (destroyer of filth) foretold to appear to at the end of the kali yug the present epoch.

That’s it from me – at least in this post 😉 Do share your thoughts in the comment section – thank you for visiting.

 

City-bred

Elegant and graceful

she reaches for the sky

all the while attempting to

conceal her scars and wounds

behind the drapery

20171024_093725Doesn’t she look as if she is trying to cover her naked ‘ugliness’ with the money plant? Clearly she’s been around humans for far too long 😉

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

Just 4 Fun #60

Hello! Phew what a week that was almost glad that all the fun, frolic is over – at least for now. Hey wait – I just remembered, there’s some more fun, right here right now! 😀

Funny Pictures Of The Day – 35 Pics

Tell me do you also stress over what to wear before a party? I can never remember which sari I have worn where, especially if it is one of my favorites. What about you? How do you remember? Care to share any tips? Very much needed for now it’s the wedding season. Invitations will be sent out by the dozen, some usual, some not so…

Invitation

That sets the bar 😉 But I am disappointed at their un-innovativeness – where’s the glass? Anyway, their problem right? The water reminds me of this one

water

Hmm I didnt know water could weigh so much – maybe I should start skipping the water 😉 But is that 80% or 90%?

Whatever, I am sure I would be size zero but for the water 😀

 

Random Funny Minions captions september 2015 (08:16:47 PM, Sunday 27, September 2015 PDT) – 10 pics             I am one of those ones – I just have to think food… 😦

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d5/9c/06/d59c069a23521b1e6db077ecfda8a8ea.jpg                            Or my car keys or my way or my mind. Just shows I am getting old, I guess.

                Have you reached that stage yet?  Err umm what was I saying? Oh well, see you soon – my place or yours 😉

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the Pinterest and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CFFC: Ivory

Cee’s alphabetical fun foto challenge this week is about the letter I. Early on this year, I had the opportunity to visit one of largest museums of the world – the Salar Jung Museum. It is also the  largest one-man collection of antiques in the world. It is well known throughout India for its prized collections belonging to different civilizations dating back to the 1st century. For this challenge I was spoilt for choice – idols or ivory. I settled for the latter and about the former, I shall wait for another suitable time or even go for a double post. That is if you are interested. Do let me know. But first a glimpse of the ivory collection at the museum, which houses pieces from all over the world

Western

Western world

CrossMarvelous detailing. And apologies for the shadow work 😦 Must learn how to avoid that – any tips/resources?

Japan

From Japan

JapaneseLook at the petals, the hairdo, the design on the robes…

ChineseIvory art work from China

GodsGods and Goddess from India

ChairEven a whole chair

TusksFrom what are just teeth.

Despite the art and the fine workmanship I could not but shudder – how many elephants lost their lives just to be a showpiece?

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Isn’t that the most beautiful picture of all – wild free majestic how they were made.

Thank you for visiting.

 

 

Surrender

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Photo (c) Sandra Crook

Surrender

Words 99

 At first she grew in another garden.

Lush green and sprightly, she swayed with the winds, laughing at the elements as they cared for her like their own.

Only she wasn’t.

She was meant for another garden.

It was her prarabhda* to nurture and provide for strangers, to steer them through strife, storm and drought.

Her roots held them together.

Bound and unable to leave she withstood the onslaught of the changing seasons -waiting and hoping for eternal spring.

Years and they passed her by: demanding using cutting slicing.

Until she stopped waiting.

There was beauty in fall too.

***

A/N: Prarabdha is a Sanskrit word meaning commenced or begun. Prarabdha is one of three types of karma (originating from the root kri, meaning to act).

The others are sanchita karma – sum of all karma that has been collected; kriyamana karma, or agamikarma that is currently being created and will yield results in the future.

In Vedantic literature, there is a beautiful analogy. The bowman has already sent an arrow and it has left his hands. He cannot recall it. He is about to shoot another arrow. The bundle of arrows in the quiver on his back is the sanchita; the arrow he has shot is prarabhda; and the arrow, which he is about to shoot from his bow, is agami. Of these, he has perfect control over the sanchita and the agami, but he must surely work out his prarabdha.

Prarabdha karma is only exhausted after its consequences have been experienced or its debts paid. There are three types of this karma:

  • Ichha, that which is personally desired
  • Anichha, or karma without desire
  • Pareccha, or karma that is the result of another’s desire

The yogi who has achieved union with the Higher Self does not experience ichha prarabdha karma but is still subject to anichha and pareccha.

This is my second offering to this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s – sorry I couldn’t resist 🙂 The first one is here but they aren’t interlinked.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Sandra Crook for the beautiful photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thanks for reading 🙂

The Gullible Groom

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Photo (c) Sandra Crook

The Gullible Groom

Words 99

“It is customary to bring prospective grooms here to pay obeisance.” She said.

He folded his hands and bowed.

“The tree has supernatural powers.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “She turns evil grooms turn into stones.”

“Really?” He snorted.

“That stone on the far right? That’s my last suitor.”

“Nonsense.”

“Ask Granny about that stone in the middle. He had his eyes on her property.”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“When Radha’s husband demanded dowry, she brought him here.” She pointed.

He shivered.

“Why are you worried?” she snuggled up to him.

He vanished.

Another fool after her millions she snickered.

***

I have two submissions this to week’s Friday Fictioneer’s – sorry I couldn’t resist 🙂 The other one is here but they aren’t interlinked.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Sandra Crook for the beautiful photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thanks for reading 🙂

WPS: Before, When There was Nothing

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Image from Google Maps

Before, When There was Nothing

Words 152

  “Mother!” Shvetaketu was aghast. “What are you doing with him?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Her face was still flushed with passion.

“Mother, whose son am I?”

“Mine.” She straightened and smiled at him affectionately.

“I demand you tell me.” He roared.

“Hush! It’s a free world. I can do what I like, with whom I like.”

“I shall rewrite the marriage laws.” Shvetaketu declared. “From now on you can go to other men only with your husband’s permission.”

“You will still not know whose son you are.” She twinkled.

“But of course your husband’s. He owns you like his fields and any crop that comes out of you is his.”

“I am not a field!”

“So be it. From now on you will be allowed only four husbands, the Moon, Gandharva Vishvavasu, Agnideva and finally your husband.”

Is that why when husbands no longer want their wives she is passed on to fire?

***

A/N: In Hindu mythology, Gandharva Vishvavasu is a celestial being skilled in the art of music and Agnideva is the god of Fire. This piece is inspired by Devdutt Patnaik’s book 7 Secrets of the Goddess, which describes the origin of this Vedic wedding ritual. Until now I wasn’t aware that I have four husbands. Did any of you (wedded according to Vedic customs) know it?

Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less.  Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thank you for reading. I dithered quite a bit over the title – could you help me? Do you think it would have been better if I had titled it The Evolution of Civilization?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Evolution of Civilization

Just 4 Fun # 59

Hey! It’s me again. Unbelievable isnt it? Feels I was just here with J4F and now again. But then again it is probably a good thing all this zip zap zoom business. You never know whether you are coming or going and if you step on something on the way. Oh! That reminds me – I have a confession to make.

hahahahhahahhaaaa More

Oh okay sorry my bad, please dont shoot the messenger…It’s just Monday and I’m like

Gap

If I knew how to edit this I would wish for Saturday and Sunday between Monday and Tuesday. 😀 Hmm but now I feel a bit like John…

Fiction

😀 Okay the next one is a challenge. Ready? Sure? Okay here goes…

34 Funny Quotes You Will Absolutely Love

Bwwahahhaa 😀 Anyone win the challenge? Raise your hand! See if I believe you 😉 That brings me to an important question – how many faces do you have? One or two?

Top 30 Funny Minion Memes

But we can even have three faces

3faces

And this festive season wishing you all a wonderful, happy and prosperous Diwali

This hilarious sign says it all! These are hand painted, lightly sanded and made from new wood right here in the heartland of America, then the wording and top seal coat is applied by our expert staff

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the Pinterest and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Catch a Kite

Stern

&

unmoving

as

unyielding

&

standoffish

as a mountain.

Overall a loner

and a

snooty

 curmudgeonly

grump.

So who could guess

that underneath

all that

bark

lay

someone

who

loved

a

bit of

fun

&

games

Purple tree

😀 😀 And another one too!

Bfly tree

So which kite is your favorite?

Thanks for visiting 🙂

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

 

CFFC: Happy

The topic for Cee’s fun foto challenge this week is Happy. This one is easy for Cee’s photos and challenges make me happy 😀 Of course there are lots of other things that make me happy – just as this forwarded message says it:

Happy

Some things that make me happy are

DinnerDinner with family with everyone agreeing it was a great meal 🙂

AirportWaiting at the airport! For it usually means that I am off to a new place or going back home – both are welcome 🙂

FriendsMeeting and chatting with friends and families 🙂

OfficeGoofing off in the office

TV

Snapping a quick pic from the television to share with friends (look at those ear pieces!!!)

TruckOr just catch a glimpse of my favorite blue tractor 😀

SpaceI like my own little space to ruminate, and count all my blessings and gifts that are

GiftGift wrapped

Penny treeor virtual.

Since I like trees so much Penny emailed me this photograph – I was/am terribly touched and thrilled 🙂 “It’s a plane tree in Syntagma Square in Nauplio in Greece. The café extends right under the tree. There are seats for about sixty people under the canopy. The tree has been there for at least 100 years , a photograph from 1920 shows it to be a big tree even then.” Thank you Penny for your thoughtful gesture. 🙂

Certificate

Cherish and treasure the lovely certificate issued voluntarily and unprompted by my (then) 9 year-old niece 🙂

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or the thoughtful chatty little notes left by someone somewhere on this earth :). Isn’t it amazing the bonds we form with people whom we have never met and will never meet? Yet, two of my most cherished friends are gifts of the cyber world 😀

DonutsPerhaps not the traditional Diwali sweets but they are yummy and sweet nonetheless. Thank you for your wishes Ferdi and happy Diwali to your too. Hope you like the sweets! 🙂 Feast as much as you like, leave aside your calorie counter 😉

Here’s wishing you all a wonderful, safe happy prosperous Diwali. 🙏

Do Photos Count?

“What are you doing Nani?”

“I am measuring the rice for cooking.”

“Why do you ritualistically put in some extra rice grains and then put back some in the container?”

“Traditionally we cook a little extra for an unexpected guest and make sure to keep some for tomorrow.”

“As if that tiny bit will help!” I scoffed. “Superstitious nonsense.”

“No harm done…”

“My cook’s son lost his job. There’s an opening for a driver but she refused.”

“Why?”

“The astrologer advised against it.”

I scrolled down for the Friday Fictioneer photo.

 Damn. Where could I spot a flying crow at night?

***

Words 101

 

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Photo (c) Douglas M. Macllroy

Note: For the uninitiated, myna birds are very powerful and accurate fore-tellers.

  • One for sorrow (which can be dispelled if you spot a flying crow)
  • Flying one for success
  • Two for joy
  • Three for letter
  • Four for boy
  • Five for gift

I have no idea where this originated from but it is 100 % true especially the one for sorrow. Although I’m not sure if photos count 😉 Psst just in case you can’t find a flying crow, make a circle with your forefinger and thumb and cut (open it) with something (thrice!). 😀

Well I confessed mine 😛 What’s yours?

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting it and Douglas M Macllroy for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

 

Bride Burning – A Case in Point

Perhaps some of you have read the flash fiction I posted last week – The Murderer. Two days ago there was an article in the newspaper, which reflects my ‘fictional’ piece.

And again my question – is it enough to just book the in-laws?

Are the parents not to be blamed too?

From the details available, Devi’s husband asked her to bring Rs 50,000 from her father but she refused.

Presumably Devi discussed the issue with her parents and possibly they couldn’t afford the money or just refused the demand for dowry – as they should. But this wasn’t the first time he had demanded dowry in the 8 years they had been married. And he used to frequently beat her for dowry.

Since the father was supposed to shell out the money, one can safely presume the parents were in the know about their daughter’s plight.

But did they do anything?

Yes.

They sent her back.

Again and again.

Because that was her home.

Not the one where she was born.

But where she was wedded and bedded – worse gave birth to a daughter.

But that was her kismet and her destiny. And it was up to her make her life heaven or hell.

It was all her responsibility.

Her parents had done their duty and gained the highest degree of good karma by doing kanyadaan. Now they could look forward to their reserved seats in heaven.

While their daughter Devi (which rather ironically means goddess) lived in hell.

Upset at being denied the money, last Saturday, the drunken husband tied Devi to the cot and set it on fire.

When his 6-year-old daughter began crying, he threw her on the burning cot as well.

Drunk as he was, I am willing to bet, he would have never thrown his son into the pyre.

Or that things would have reached this stage at all.

As expected, an FIR has been filed against the husband and in-laws by Devi’s parents. They have accused her in-laws of harassing and torturing poor Devi for dowry for the past eight years.

That bring me back to my original question – aren’t the parents equally culpable?

Why did the parents not insist that Devi leave her in-laws house?

Why should Devi’s parents reap the benefits of her death?

Yes the benefits.

A case will be filed, the ‘culprits’ put in jail and compensation paid to parents for ‘their’ loss.

A win-win situation for parents:

  • Sympathy from the society
  • Media limelight
  • Monetary compensation from the state
  • No more sleepless nights that she would land up battered, bruised, unasked and unwanted.

What more could beleaguered parents of daughters ask for?

This state of affairs is inexplicable, incomprehensible, reprehensible, unconscionable and inexcusable.

This must change and soon.

The mechanism to penalize in-laws has been in place for decades but cases of bride burning continue to be reported.

But what about the thousands (if not lakhs) of women who don’t have the ‘luxury’ of death and have no place to call their own?

Don’t sons continue to live with their parents after their marriage under the same roof?

Why can’t daughters too do the same, if they so wish without fear of societal backlash?

Why shouldn’t parents be penalized for not taking a preemptive step to ensure their daughter’s well being?

Why is the woman who is forced to leave the safety and comfort of their own homes, give up their own names in order to ‘build’ the home of another have no place to call her own?

Why does a society not have a mechanism in place for the safety and well being of women?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Just 4 Fun # 58

Strange how Just 4 Fun turns up every so often but like a good penny right? 😉 This week I am not really inspired by my collection, which is still substantial but not fun enough. So how about I skip the fun post this week?

No?

I do have a lot of tasks pending. I really need to start moving, go on a diet, lose some weight – so that I can gorge on the upcoming Diwali goodies without feeling guilty 😉

But then again…

Crazy lady fitness: Fighting the urge to self-sabotage in the new year

Isnt that sad but true?

Minions

And so is this! 😀

Yep

And this guy really hit the nail on the head 😦

35 Funny Quotes That Will Make Your Day

Finally some sound advice 😉 😀

cool Minion Fart Quotes. Mems Check more at http://funnydvm.com/minion-fart-quotes/

An apt retort to the above advice 😉

Already disturbed...

I think it is time to take your leave – dinner calls 😉

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I found them on the Pinterest and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

The Murderer

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Photo (c) Ted Strutz

The Murderer

 Words 101

“I’ll kill you!” Sagar lunged at his son-in-law. “You blood sucking leech…”

“Calm down!” Family members intervened. “Meeta committed suicide.”

“Why would she?” An overwrought Sagar spat. “Meeta wanted nothing. I gave her everything, TV, car, even a luxury cruise. Besides she had a lucrative job.”

“Meeta was depressed.”

“Nonsense!” distraught, Reeta interrupted. “She often complained about her in-laws. They were torturing and abusing her. Meeta wanted to leave them.”

“Exactly.” Sagar brushed his cheeks. “They killed her.”

“Meeta begged you to let her to come back home.” Reeta retorted. “But each time, you sent her back. You killed her Papa.”

***

A/N Forgive me I am rather obsessed with this subject. Over here in India, stringent laws are in place against in-laws regarding dowry and bride burning. But my question is if parents were more supportive why would girls (especially qualified educated financially independent working women) commit suicide or even stick around to be murdered or worse? Perhaps it is time parents are booked as well.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Ted Strutz for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

The Foster Parent

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This week, for Becca’s Sunday Trees, I have a massive Neem (Azadirachta indica) tree in idyllic surroundings.

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Isn’t she magnificent? And not just that. Here’s what I missed in the first time I took this aerial shot.

Peepal

Just a little lower down, nestling within the hardened bark are the tender young leaves of the Peepal (Ficus religiosa) tree. Truly a miracle of nature don’t you think?

Thanks for visiting 🙂

WPS: When the Going Gets Tough

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WPS: When the Going Gets Tough

Words 151

 “I don’t want to go school.” Ronak whined.

“You got no choice.” Sara packed their lunch. “Hurry up Palak!”

Palak jogged her arm. “Mom can I stay over at Rima’s?”

“No!”

“You’re mean!”

“And you’re late. Hurry!”

“Where’s my sweater?” A querulous voice called.

Damn. “Hurry!” Sara hustled them. “The bus is here!”

“Sara,” the husband popped up, “The boss is coming to dinner tonight.”

Ugh! Better soak chickpeas.

“Ma your sweater…”

“That isn’t mine.”

“Take it please.”

“I want mine.”

“Please Ma! I have a meeting.” Giving the crinkling tea a regretful look, Sara slipped the sandwich into her purse. “Bye!”

 

Rohit dropped into her cabin. “Need help with your presentation?”

“Almost done.” Sara gave thumbs up.

“Coffee!”

“Thanks Tullika,” Sara smiled, “Just make sure nobody disturbs me until the meeting.”

“Sure!”

Sara slid into her chair, kicked off her heels and bit into her sandwich.

Thank God for office.

***

A/N Sorry I am terribly late (Sara’s story could be mine!) but the linky was open so I jumped in 😀  Thanks for reading!

Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less.  Thanks to K. Rawson for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

 

WPC: Windows

I am a ‘bit’ behind in my photo challenges but since I had them sorted I insist on posting them. The weekly photo challenge topic last week was Windows and here’s my selection – hope you like. 🙂

WpubWindows come in all shapes and sizes, with or without balconies and serve all kind of  purposes.

ArtAs a showcase for art

 

AirportOr marvel at the thick clouds rolling in from the mountains and wonder if your flight will be on time or perhaps even take off…

RiverAnd then when the flight does take off, fret – why are all the rivers dry?

TrainYet, nowadays I find it more fun to look at windows rather than through windows.

Airport WindowThe distorted images remind me of the masks and facades we wear all the time, sometimes even to our own selves.

MeltdownBecause of which we often miss the imminent meltdown until it is too late

Train rainWallowing in our own selves, our vision blurred by our own tears we can no longer appreciate the beauty of the world that has been gifted to us.

Crack wIt is up to us if we wish to focus on the crack, the skew, the distortion or the serenity of the mighty Ganga as she flows steady and sedate ready to meet her destiny and lose her self in the Bay of Bengal.

ReflectionSometimes it is imperative to draw the curtains on our own self and look beyond the self.

W cleanersWe must appreciate and count our blessings as we look out into the world secure and safe while others hang by a thread just so that their bellies are a little bit fuller.

But it is just possible that the overdose of philosophy may have made your life a tad bit more difficult and depressing. 😦

In that case there is only one thing to do…

ShoppingPut on your most comfortable pair of shoes and go for a bit of window shopping! 😀 But wait, why just window shop? While out, loosen your purse strings, spend some dough and spread some cheer this festive season 🙂

Thank you for visiting – have a great weekend!

 

 

 

 

 

#WordSante – Let the blog love begin

Yohoo fellow bloggers here’s something that is exactly what one’s dusty old ignored but beautiful posts have been waiting for – a fresh lease of life. Read on and join the refreshing initiative by Varad and Namrata

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Feel free to add the badge to your posts. 🙂

Hey fellow writers,

Right off the bat let me join my better half, fellow writer and partner in crime, Namy (@Namysaysso) in welcoming you all to WordSante – a fortnightly linkup party aimed at creating and providing a platform for you, the writer, to display your work.

Sante in Kannada means ‘market’. So this is a market for the written word. You might wonder ‘What? Yet another linkup party?’ or ‘I’m already involved with quite few such linkups. Where will I go for content for one more such linkup?’

The simple answer is ‘Your blog’. WordSante is an open for all platform where you can link your blog post written maybe even 10 years ago. Let me give you an example. When I decided to create a blog for my stories, the first post I wrote was a…

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Just 4 Fun # 57

Hello peepuls! How was your week? I had a blast of course what with it being the festival season and a long weekend. Now I am too exhausted to even think of going back to work routine 😦 Oh well time for some fun. About ten days ago I sent the car in for some repairs and the mechanic lost my car keys! What a mess right? Anyway the chap was good enough to have the locks replaced with his own money although my brother did suggest using the great Indian jugaad strategy 😉

Lock

I am sure it would have saved the mechanic a lot of money 😀

Roti

Here’s another example of the Indian jugaad – the new roti-maker. Wonder if he has patented it yet 😀 That reminds me, during my college days my iron conked off and I couldnt be bothered to get it repaired but i needed to iron my clothes. So I put it on the hot plate, heated it and then ironed my clothes. True story!

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For some reason I found this terribly funny – what about you?

Love

Speaking about finding…

Purse

On a more serious note, I would like to end this post on a sensational murder…

Murder

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

The Beefy One

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Standing at the edge of a children’s playground this tree seems to have been working out 😉

I came across an excellent piece on trees by Hermann Hesse. I thought perhaps you may like to read it too.

Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte [Trees: Reflections and Poems]

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 307

 

Better Off

 

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Photo (c) J Hardy Carroll

Better Off

Words 100

“Radha’s absent again&^%@!”

“Relax Dhruv,” Smita spoke wearily, “Radha has domestic issues.”

“I wish you wouldn’t gossip with these low class…”

“Aren’t you late for office?”

“Yes. But you rest.” Dhruv ordered. “Don’t bother about housework or office work.”

Smita sniffled.

“Don’t cry darling.” He hugged her. “Next time.” He promised.

What if next time also…?

 

“Sorry Madamji.” Radha attacked the dishes. “My husband bribed the sonography doctor… “

“You’re expecting a girl.” Smita predicted dully. “He forced you to undergo an abortion.”

“Yes. But I thrashed him and kicked him out.”

Next time

Why wait?

She dialed 100.

***

A/N Somehow I really struggled with this story and still not sure if I managed to convey what I set out to. Perhaps the note below will clarify matters. Do let me know if you needed the help of the note or not. Thank you for reading.

Written for the Friday Fictoneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 As per Indian census data, female feticide is higher among those with the better socioeconomic status and literacy. Incomprehensible, inexplicable, reprehensible but there it is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WPS: An Embellished Tale

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An Embellished Tale

Words 152

 “Tell us a story Granny,” the children clamored.

“Hmm, okay. Long ago, a learned sadhu lived in the jungle. People came from near and far away villages to hear him speak of religion and spirituality.”

“Granny…” Lily whined but Molly shushed her.

“One day, Nag, the snake heard the Sadhu’s talk on brotherly love and nonviolence. Moved, Nag vowed to renounce his deadly habit.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Lilly.

“Slowly the villagers got to know of Nag’s saintly nature. They teased and provoked him with sticks and stones.”

“How mean.”

“The half-dead Nag accused the Sadhu of teaching wrong things.”

“What did the Sadhu say?”

I told you to shun violence but did I tell you not to raise your hood?”

“Then?” Molly prodded.

“Nag began to hiss. Scared, the villagers avoided him. Sadhu and Nag became friends and they lived happily ever after.”

Granny twinkled and pointed to the photo on the wall.

***

 A/N: This is one of my favorite childhood tales – I just embellished it to fit the photo which was irresistible and mesmerizing. If you look carefully, the right one is Nag and the left one is the monk with his staff 😉

Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less.  Thanks to K. Rawson for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Just 4 Fun # 56

Hello! Didn’t the week just fly by? But of course it is festival season – Durga Puja Dusshera Diwali… Oh the list is too long and by the end of it my weighing scale would probably crash out 😦  😉

Wont

How true is that! But then again…

Flat

So anyone with a flat tummy and enjoying life – come on make yourself heard! Up next is a slideshow with a glimpse of a typical veggie market, particularly in small towns in India

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Notice anything special about it? This is from a display in a Puja Pandal at Siliguri all made of clay, including the vegetables. Amazing isnt it?

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And now for something really fresh off the oven! Above is a vegetable instruction list handed by the lady of the house to her hubby as he went out to do some shopping 😀 Hilarious and educative – I too didnt know so much! And now the mystery about why women in India fast and pray for not only the long life of their husbands but also that they have the same husband in their next life as well. They have invested a lot into this one guy and who wants another novice in the next life 😀

In case anyone needs decoding : Methi : Fenugreek; Bhindi: Ladyfinger or okra; Mirchi: Green chilly; Palak: Indian spinach; Bhajiwala: Vegetable seller

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit. Btw if you are in the mood for some more fun visit Pradita’s hilarious collection of silly questions 😀

 

 

War Zone

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The summer Sun blazed down with an unbearable intensity.

The air shimmered and Mother Earth sizzled.

The trees stood tall, proud defiant and unbowed.

They had never bent and never would.

She alone submitted.

Perhaps He would be happy.

Perhaps He would relent.

She would do whatever it took.

For this wasn’t just about her.

There were others fighting a losing battle.

It wasn’t much.

Yet for the scorched traveler, her shade was heaven.

Just as not all those who wander are lost, not all those who yield are weak.

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 306 and the WPC – Layered

CFFC: A Peek into my E-files

Hola all you beautiful people! How was your week? Great I hope 🙂 This week, Cee has a special (more than usual [which is like really a lot you know]) fun foto challenge – she wants Es. At least two. Now if only I had a photo of Cee 😉 Or maybe I could get creative and use a screenshot of her blog…would that do Cee? Oh well until she replies, let me see what I can excavate from my archives 😉

Here goes…

Sculptor

This one is from the streets of Delhi. A sculpture by Devi Prasad Roy representing Gandhi’s Dandi March of 1930 which sparked the beginning of the nonviolent civil disobedience movement in colonial India.

LawnA lush green lawn with a fountain in the middle. There are lots of trees too and oh they are green too 😉

FieldThe generous tree offers to share her colors with the lackluster lawn (thanks Ruma for the photo 🙂

BuidlingA green hatted building 😀

SteepGoing down the steep flight stairs is my lil sister loaded with shopping bags. I was busy clicking pics you see 😉 Psst would you care to see the loot?

ElegantElegant don’t you think?

SareeA A pink and green saree

BheemChota Bheem – part of my gift to her. Another story for another day 😉

ElenaWe didn’t buy this doll but we did buy a doll. Why didn’t I include that here? Oh but Khushi didn’t fit into the challenge you see, Elena did. She has beautiful eyes (eyelashes too) and sports a range of colors, white red pink yellow and green!

It time for Elena and me to say goodbye – have a super weekend 🙂

Cheers!

Worse Than Death

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Worse than Death

 Words 100

The perfect night for ghosts, he thought as he trudged into the darkness.

The winds shrieked and swirled about him ruffling the white sheet draped around his shoulders like a cape. He clutched it closer.

Why the hell did I agree to this dare?

Scare ghosts with a sheet? Sheesh.

Chanting the Hanuman Chalisa* over the rattle of the shutters, he stepped inside.

What could he take as proof?

“Mammaaa!”

Was that a…ghost?

“What are you doing here?” He asked the girl from down the street.

“Hiding.”

“Here? Aren’t you afraid of ghosts?”

“Ghosts can only kill you.”

***

* Hanuman Chalisa is considered to be one of the most powerful mantras to overcome obstacles and remove fear especially of ghosts and black magic.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Sarah Potter for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

SPF: Taking the Highway

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Photo (c) John Robinson

Taking the Highway

Words 199

 Lata put away the dinner things and looked over to Tumul, her husband of three decades. As usual, he was blowing smoke rings.

“Why do you insist on smoking?” Lata burst out. “The doctor…”

“I’m not smoking dammit! Can’t you see I am practicing for the smoke rings competition?” He coughed. “This year I will beat that insufferable Ghosh…”

“But at what cost?”

“Death is inevitable.” He lit another cigarette. “May as well do something great before then.”

“Why choose something so destructive? Why not do some charity…?”

“Reserve the lecture for your students.” He snapped. “Go away and leave me alone!”

A smoky heart floated across to her.

“As you wish.” She dragged out a packed suitcase.

He blew another ring that slipped down over her head to encircle her throat.

“I’m sorry Tumul,” her voice cracked, “But I cannot sit and watch you kill yourself…”

“Don’t be a fool Lata.” He rasped. “I’ll stop once I win…”

“What if you don’t win? What if you fail?”

“Real failure is not in failing but in not trying.” He intoned.

“It is also failure not to know when to stop trying.” She swallowed. “I’m done being a failure.”

***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and John Robinson for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

Thanks for reading 🙂

 

Just 4 Fun # 55

Hello folks! It’s fun time again but first a bit of gyan 😉

 

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Now that we have that sorted, how about some pearls of wisdom from students 😉

Geography
Q: Name the four seasons.
A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.
Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.
Q: How is dew formed?
A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.
Q: What is a planet?
A: A body of earth surrounded by sky.
Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?
A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.

Clearly the student is itching for a fight 😀

Anyway, I heard docs are beginning to lay down conditions for patients?

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Could very well be true, psst so many times I too didn’t go to the doctor because I know just as much as he/she does 😉

Einstein

Sometimes the best way to get everybody on the same page at home is to switch off the wifi 😀 Almost magically one by one the heads poke out of their cubbyholes…Ah well I am not complaining – I would probably be the first one out 😉

Anyway, care to go for a drive? In the original SUV?

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Well, what do you think? Okay one more for the road – my personal favorite 🙂

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Amazing isn’t it?

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

Her Story

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This isn’t about you

This isn’t even about me

This is about all those who

who gave of themselves

to make us

us.

 

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 305

 

CFFC: Diverse Directions

Cee’s fun foto challenge on D’s has taken me on a wild goose chase and even that didn’t fit the challenge! 😉 But nevertheless I insist on presenting photos hoping that as usual Cee will give me a long rope 😀

But first something that she can’t object to; besides this is her favorite, right Cee? 🙂

DahliaDahlias – need I say more 😀 Now for some fun stuff

Dancing treeA dancing tree on top of the other trees!

DeplionA depressed lion in Hyderabad outside the Salar Jung Museum

Deplion2Another depressed lion at Lucerne, Switzerland. Perhaps they are long lost brothers, separated by continents…

DuckA duck, just to prove I know what the challenge is all about 😀 Unless this is not a duck…

Deserted streetsThe deserted streets at dusk

DesignerHA designer house or is it a cafe restaurant? And don’t miss the redefined green wall-to-wall carpeting.

Building

Another designer building at Jaipur, the pink city

DanceDancer balancing on an earthen pot balanced on another earthen pot on the head of another dancer…whew

StiltsDancers on stilts. I have featured these dancers before and if you missed them the first time or would like to revisit, click here.

Hope you liked my selection – thanks for visiting, have a great weekend 🙂

 

 

Not That Desperate

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Not That Desperate

 Words 99

“Sharpen your tools!” The shrill cry cut through smothering blanket of heat.

She handed a kitchen knife to the scrawny unkempt man.

“That will be Rupees 10.”

Reluctantly she held out a 10-Rupee note.

He bowed over it.

His first earning of the day! She was glad she hadn’t bargained with him.

He sat on his haunches. “I am thirsty.”

He downed the water. “Business is dull.” He looked down. “I haven’t eaten roti for two days.”

Poor man.

She offered him her favorite snack – bread topped with mango pickle.

Gingerly picking up the pickle, he walked away.

***

Roti: Wheat-based flat bread popular in India

Based on a true incident

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and to Kelvin M. Knight for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

 

WPS: All Worked Up

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All Worked Up

 Words 150

“What’s up Sia? You look upset.” Her colleague, Nisha asked.

Sia made a moue. “The Boss is mad at me for taking leave at such a crucial juncture.”

“Damn that woman.” Nisha said. “Why were you on leave? All well?”

“Not exactly.” Sia said. “My father-in-law is in the hospital…”

“Oh I am sorry. What happened?”

“He had a heat stroke while exploring the Old Fort.”

“You went exploring in this heat? Are you crazy?”

“Don’t blame me! Explore your city is part of my son’s holiday homework.”

“Home*&%^#work!” Nisha cursed. “That took us to the brink of divorce.”

“What?!”

“I had to stay up till late to complete my 6-year-old daughter’s assignments.”

“Uho.”

“Things came to a head when she had to make a family tree.”

“What happened?”

“My mother-in-law accused me of deliberately pasting a photo that made her look old and fat.”

“Did you?”

“Err, well…”

***

I was inspired by Penny’s double entry to What Pegman Saw and of course the view to attempt this challenge – a story in 150 words or less. Thanks to K. Rawson for hosting the challenge and Google Maps for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

Just 4 Fun # 54

Hello people! How was your weekend? Funny how weekends just whoosh by isn’t it? That reminds me, Aunty Acid has a theory about time 😉

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Ain’t that true 😀 Anyway let’s get on with the business of the day shall we? It’s fun time! Did you know we Indians like to talk a lot and going by the falling rates of call charges, people may starve but they can be as vocal as they like about it.

Seriously.

Thanks to multiple phone numbers that family members now have the new(er) numbers are stored in more and more innovative ways. On occasion the contact list looks a bit scary 😉   Following are examples:

“Mummy New”

“Papa 2”

“Wife old”

“Wife 2”

And the best one is

” Husband  temporary”

A couple of funnies from the world wide web 😀

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Hahaha – funny isnt it?

Never Try To Explain A Joke...

Well I have to admit I am the understanding kinds and I am sure frogs sure hate me a lot 😉

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Oh how I wish I could country the chain 😉 Anyone – go ahead dont be shy, the comment box is all yours. Moving on, just a word of advice, be careful to give your children (or anyone else) your full attention. You never know what you might be letting yourself in for!

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Cheers! 😀

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

Standing Tall

Summer is all but over and it is ‘technically’ off season for the glorious amaltas. Remember them? On one my (rare) morning walks, I caught them all decorously green and yet nestling within her folds were splashes of yellow.

 

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Apparently even trees hate to give up their jewelry 😉 Or perhaps she is just ensuring for her future generations 🙂 But seriously, minus her glowing golden aura or her bare devil may care look, she does look rather drab and uninteresting doesn’t she? Let’s take a closer look shall we?

ScarredAt first I though she offered high rise apartments for rent. 😀 But on a closer look I realized they aren’t  bird nests but scars from old wounds – branches that she has nurtured and in all likelihood mercilessly cut off. Does she not feel the pain of loss? How could she not? Yet she continues to grow and bloom, undeterred.

The show, you see, must go on.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi

Have a super week.

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 304

 

WPC: Waiting…

Life is all about waiting isn’t it? Waiting for a better day, a better job, a better car, a better house. You name it, we are waiting err perhaps not for Yamraj (the Hindu god of death) 😉 The weekly photo challenge from Daily Post this week is on same topic – waiting.

“Are you ready?” Klaus asked finally.
“No,” Sunny answered.
“Me neither,” Violet said, “but if we wait until we’re ready we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives, Let’s go.”Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator

So without making you wait any more here we go 🙂

Pondy sunWaiting for daybreak. Did you notice the sun rays shooting out just like they used to when we drew the Sun during our childhood? At least I did! 😀

GolcondaAt the Golconda fort, Hyderabad waiting to be explored.

FamilyA family waiting at a station for our train to pass and theirs to arrive. Or are they waiting for a loved one to arrive? They don’t seem to have any baggage with them. But then again, who can decipher baggage by just looking at people?

MenThese young men wait for their break to be over so that they can get back to work. 😉

Two menYou can’t deny these two men are waiting for us to pass 😀 Don’t miss the lovely fields in the distance which was what I had been aiming for…

Bookcase2Then there are books waiting to be read – so many and so little time 😦 Hey BS say hi and thanks to you Jiji 😉 😀

Lodhi

Waiting for summer to pass and dine out, under the warmth of the winter Sun 🙂

CakeWell? What are you waiting for? Go on don’t be shy, have a bite, have the whole thing if you like, it’s the non-fattening kinds 😀

“We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.”Voltaire

Thanks for visiting – have a super weekend!

 

 

CFFC: Clouds

The week, Cee challenges us to show off C’s provided they are at least 4 letter long. Just the thing I had been waiting for 😉 to showcase my newest craze – Clouds 😀

Come let’s float – up, up and away

PropellerI find it fascinating (and a bit eerie) when I capture the propeller blades in mid-flight 😀

Plane cloudDid you see the tiny airplane against the cottony clean (happy) clouds?

SalzburgAnd in contrast we have here dark rolling clouds ready to erupt into a storm any minute.

VlatavaContented clouds float lazily over the Vltava river, Prague

Old castleAnd follow it up by a sightseeing trip to Old Castle, Prague 😉

20170218_121418Before rushing off to Chidambaram India. Only some of them managed to make it so far.  😀

MumbaiOr perhaps they preferred to visit India’s Tinseltown 😉

 

KolkataBefore regrouping at the Kolkata airport to catch the return flight.

SkyBack to cloud station – to recoup, regroup and return 🙂

Hope you liked!

Uncharted Territory

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Photo (c) Danny Bowman

Uncharted Territory

Words 98

 “I love you.”

Her hands stilled. Thankfully the terrace was deserted.

She peered at him from behind the sari as she hung it out to dry.

He was looking at the horizon.

“You’re aware of our financial condition. As the eldest, I have responsibilities.”

 And?

“I’ve got a job in Jaipur. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

What about me?

“I have nothing to offer you.”

Then why say you love me?

“Ma’s going to talk to your mother.”

Her eyes flew to his.

“Will you take my family as yours?”

She drew patterns with her toe.

 ***

A/N Well what do you think? Will she won’t she? Even I wondered and ended up writing (and posting) two more scenarios – Beyond and Lost and Found. Forgive me Rochelle for testing your kindness.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this inspiring challenge and Danny Bowman for the amazing photo that prompted the stories to write themselves. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Beyond

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Photo (c) Danny Bowman

Beyond

Words 99

I love you

Her heart fluttered. A small smile played about her lips.

He knew how to pull her strings.

She hung the sari out to dry and looked out into the horizon.

Somewhere beyond the mountains was her love, alone.

While she was here surrounded by his loved ones.

She cooked for them wondering what he ate.

If he ate.

Sometimes she too couldn’t eat.

She retched.

She’d tell him tonight.

What if someone overheard?

But there was a bigger hurdle.

He had threatened he wouldn’t speak to her.

Unless…

“I love you,” she practiced with the winds.

***

A/N This is a whimsical continuation of my primary submission – Uncharted Territory – for the Friday Fictioneers. And also another possible scenario – Lost and Found. Forgive me Rochelle for testing your kindness.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this inspiring challenge and Danny Bowman for the amazing photo that prompted the stories to write themselves. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Lost and Found

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Photo (c) Danny Bowman

Lost and Found

Words 100

I love you.

That day, when he had uttered those magical words, she had been unable to respond.

But as the maid hung out the washing, she was glad her parents had rejected his marriage proposal.

She looked out into the horizon.

He was somewhere beyond the mountains, still struggling to eke out a decent living.

While she had everything, a good home, family and material comfort – what more could a girl ask for?

Nothing.

Except…

If only her husband could touch her heart, make it thud, like he had.

I love you, she whispered to the winds.

***

A/N This is a continuation of my primary submission – Uncharted Territory – for the Friday Fictioneers. And also another possible scenario – Beyond. Forgive me Rochelle for testing your kindness.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this inspiring challenge and Danny Bowman for the amazing photo that prompted the stories to write themselves. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

Just 4 # Fun 53

Hello people what’s up? All good and cool? Situation under control? That’s great – I am sure you don’t need any advice but still doesn’t hurt to know does it? 😉

GM

Now let’s see what else do I have in my kitty. Some more English pains?

Truck

Err well, moving on…

Pscycho

😀 Reminds me of another one

Dr writing

It’s true! Well most of the time – with significant exceptions as my better half never fails to impress upon me 😉

Giraffe

This one is pretty easy isnt it? Even I found it 😀

Mannequin

Err well I don’t really blame her, do you? But then again she should have suspected something – none of them are holding a cell phone! 😀

Signage

Yeah we get them all the time and as usual I saved my favorite for the last

Titanic

Cheers! 😀

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.