“I hate them! I’m never going back again.” She smashed a cup.
Granny continued rocking.
“I don’t matter, only society matters. Just because Rahul’s poor….”
“…Unemployed.” Granny cut in. “Just think! No money. No roof.”
“I… we’ll stay with you Dadi. You’re lonely.”
“I don’t mind. Not now. Would Rahul like to stay so far away…? ”
“…. He would! He can draw and paint in peace.”
“I’ll be with him.” She giggled. “Whispering sweet nothings.”
“What’ll you eat?”
“Whatever you cook.”
“I don’t cook anymore.”
Granny gave a cackle and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Yarnspinner for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Warm bright colors of spring and the coming summer season 😀 And today I bring some minion (among other) fun – for some strange reason (and much to my frustration) I have been unable to access Pinterest from my home internet. But today since I am traveling things are better and here are a few of my favorites. Hope you enjoy 🙂
Hhahah aint that true 😀
It does work and even better if you work out along with it. Trust me!
Ins’t that right? Now she not only has to keep track of her glass slippers, the kitchen cinders but his socks too! Ahh well such is life.
Fellow nillionaires raise your hands!
And I am frequently surprised 😀
But it’s not shutting up. I really am starving and I need to go on a diet. Any suggestions?
Great idea. 🙂 Thanks……hey!!!!!
So true and the worse part is I just got to know it! So many rules to break and so little time…
I am not particularly fond of cocktails so perhaps the laptop and wifi?
Now I know!
Unless I have been sitting for too long then even they dont fit – yeah I am at that age.
I could go on and on but I am sure you have loads to do – have a wonderful week! And as usual none of this stuff is mine and is all borrowed from the internet.
This week for Becca’s Sunday Trees I bring one that has probably witnessed history that continues to hold significance today – from the precincts of the famous Chittor fort. I have previously shared several visuals from this place earlier as well but this particular tree overlooks the Sati sthal on one side and Jauhar kund on the other. I could not bear to take photos of the place where women burnt themselves along with the dead bodies of their husbands or jumped into it for fear of rape and slavery by plunderers and victors of wars.
Five-thirty! All of a sudden Rhea was energized. Her day at the office had ended. She couldn’t wait to get home and switch to her Rheal personality. Technically a copyeditor but relegated to proofreading, she had found succor in her secret alternate universe.
Scifi world here I come her heart sang as the whole weekend stretched before her. Quickly grabbing her weekly essentials so that she wasn’t forced to move out for supplies she let herself into her apartment. Shedding her baggage, kicking off her heels, plugging the kettle, she pulled open her laptop.
The notification button glowed like a welcoming beacon. Yes! Her blog was finally making waves. The act of writing itself was cathartic and fulfilling yet it was lonely. For fear of ridicule she hadn’t shared her newfound passion with her fellow beings and she was resigned to being unnoticed and unread.
But things were changing. Random page views blossomed to a like here and there. And even (gasp) a comment or two. Gerkle was a particular fan. Obviously a fake name but where on earth was Zeutron?
Hi! Could you tell Zoe on Earth that her Dave’s fine? We could arrange a one-way trip for her and you.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
“No!” I protested. “I just don’t have a story to tell.”
“May as well be dead.”
“True.” I was equally despondent.
“But you can’t die before you’re dead can you?”
“I guess not.”
“Then you have to have a story. Look around. Surely something speaks to you?”
“It does,” I ventured hesitantly, “but the ideas are all so nebulous and…”
“Well hurry up and catch one idea at least!”
“I wish I could!” I groaned in despair. “But….”
“The holes in the sieves are too large.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a s story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and to Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Okay Fine! I plead guilty. If this makes sense, do let me know I shall let myself out of the loony bin.
When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
The only girl among three boys, I was mercilessly ragged and teased.
Their one stop entertainment channel.
Their unpaid servant.
Make me an omelet, one would say.
Coffee for me, another said.
Why me? Why always me? Make it yourself. I stamped my foot and threw a tantrum.
“Fine, I am off to tell Ma, that you went bike riding with…”
Okay fine! Thwarted, I stomp off in impotent fury. They double up laughing. I shake my fist at them. They laugh even harder.
I grow older, taller, and prettier. Besotted, I stare at myself – Mirror Mirror on the wall…
Snickers and muffled gasps from the window still haunt me. “Oooh isn’t she pretty – for a donkey?”
Skirt flying, I chase them around the neighborhood.
Mother catches me and thrashes me.
“Did you hear the poor lil donkey go heehaw heehaw?” They rub salt on my wounds.
They make me buy cricket gear with my Rakhi money. In return they allow me to fetch and hunt the ball from the undergrowth.
School and college bring distances and greener pastures.
I move on with my man, the love and light of my life.
All too soon, he showers me with curses, kicks and punches.
Sporting a black eye, I decline to go home for Rakhi.
I couldn’t face the boys’ howls of laughter.
They landed up to get their pound of flesh.
They whisked me back home even as he lay trussed up in a hospital bed.
Rakhi: An Indian annual festival wherein sisters of all ages tie a Rakhi (a decorative string) around the wrists of their brothers, while praying for his health and protection from all evil/mishaps. She in turn receives a gift from them and a promise to take the responsibility of her well-being.
“Relax Mom! That’s the nth time you asked me that.”
“But I didn’t see you check anything even once!” I flared up.
“I have it with me.” He patted his pocket. “It’s not going to disappear…”
“You could check it just to humor me.” I was resentful.
“Like I could not go just to humor you?”
Hurt, I stared at him. “I never told you not to go!”
“Maybe not in so many words,” he admitted, “but your dark dire predictions…”
“I didn’t mean to discourage you.” I was stiff. “I was just trying to prepare you…”
“By scaring the life out of me?”
I looked around the room. “Doesn’t look like it.” I sniffed.
“Would you have been happy if I was?”
Ashamed I shook my head.
“Aww Mom,” He put his arm around me. “Don’t worry so much. Remember how worried you were when I went to boarding school?”
“I wasn’t worried then!” I protested. “I knew what was going to happen, where you were going, what you were going to eat, but now…”
“Even now you’ll know Mom. They’ve promised to do a live telecast of our life on Mars.”
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.
For a long time now, perhaps since 2005 that I have begun to click pics with my phone. Yes, you guessed right, of trees 😀 They had begun to work their magic on me and I just had to capture them, keep them with me so to speak. I often wished I had someway of documenting them, cataloguing them so that I could browse at leisure. Just a pipe dream, a waste of time. Time passed, I focused on home, career, academics until fan fiction happened. Blogging was the next logical step for my stories and yet some guiding prescient hand named my blog Stories and more.
And now after two years, the more bit often gives me greater happiness than the stories 😀 Anyhow to cut a long story short, this week I target two of my favorite photo challenges – Cee’s Happy themed fun foto challenge and the Daily Post’s Smile challenge. Let’s see if I can spark a bit of happiness and bring a smile to your face with my selection:
Good food can bring back the spark to the dullest of days and lives doesn’t it? Like my son declared some years ago “It’s almost impossible to be angry on a full stomach.” Since then I have noticed, it is harder to be upset after food – the next time someone at home is cranky you know what to do right? 😉
Then there’s nothing like some precious chillax time with friends while riding out the upheavals of academic pressures and life in general. This is one of those times when nothing matters but now 🙂
A beautiful sunset at the end of a less than idyllic day. A new day awaits and hope surges things can only be better.
You are just fooling around, clueless and untrained – something clicks and you have the near perfect shot, good enough to please even your own nitpicking self. The wonder of learning something new can give quite an unparalleled high, don’t you think?
When a little boy shows off his Tarzanic genes 😀
While his elders (and little girls!) prefer to take the more sedate route and dress up like their ancestors did.
Then there are other things that are guaranteed to bring a smile to my heart – chancing upon the white blossoms (or are they leaves?) of an unknown tree
A prefect green circle in the midst of a chaotic entangled bushy jungle
When life clings on and persists in the unlikeliest of places.
How the internet allows us to be there while sitting here – be it at the fag end of a day
or the beginning of a new day.
Of trees that perk up after long cold dreary overcast days and engage in a bit of arm wrestling under a perfect and gorgeously blue sky – from all the way from Dublin, Ireland.
Do you find joy and happiness in the little things of life? Did anything here make you smile? Do let me know!
But before I go, just in case these pics didn’t strike a chord, I must share this little piece to make up for taking up so much of your time:
“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?”
“They go to hell,” was my ready and orthodox answer.
“And what is hell? Can you tell me that?”
“A pit full of fire.”
“And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?”
“What must you do to avoid it?”
I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: “I must keep in good health and not die.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
May you all keep in good health and not die – at least not a moment before one has to!
As I come out of my shell and explore my surroundings I can’t help but notice a unique seasonal feature around these parts. Spring and fall seem to coexist. Leaves carpet the roads and mounds of leaves dot the sides of the roads until they are carted off to their final resting place. And yet gardens are abloom with a riot of colors – pink purple yellow and magenta. The peepal tree outside my office is a case in point. It is almost bare with a few green leaves determinedly hanging on until they turn yellow and reluctantly make their way down to whence they grew to such dizzying heights. And yet whilst this tussle is on, a new unruly batch has already sprung up gung-ho and eager to make their mark in this world. I have been feeling too inhibited to click this particule tree but I did mix and match some photos in an earlier post – Peepal in Spring.
For this post I have captured a few contrasting images from the world around me. Come scroll with me…
Clutching at straws
Brilliant and defiant in death.
Life towers over and mocks at death – it is not for me!
Yet some die before their time
While others bloom despite all odds
Even when there appears to be no hope or escape
Only when we accept that ups and downs, life and death will happen can we move on and live life as she deserves to be led – wholly completely, entirely and unabashedly.
And the heat, and dust and pollen 😉 Sorry have been reeling under a bout of allergic rhinitis. Oh well this too shall pass – especially if we have some fun right?
Let’s start with a couple of more amazing works of art that are gravity defying. Well almost.
I can’t help but wonder what is supporting which. Err is that correct English?
No wonder they say a lot can happen over coffee 😉
Time for a quick puzzle.Go on this is a easy one – no fancy tricks.
This one reminds me of a joke I had read long ago in the Reader’s Digest. A couple have a fight, arguing shouting, the works followed by silence. You know the drill right? 😉 Anyway after a couple of days, the husband comes up to the wife and says “Have seen my grey shirt?”
She is furious. “What? How dare you?”
Poor guy is completely clueless. “What?”
She snorted. “Dont tell me you didnt notice we arent talking and here you come cool as cucumber asking about your damn shirt!”
“Oh!” He exclaimed. “I thought we were getting along.”
We had a lovely restful long weekend – did you? 😉
I just loved this one!
Anything to remain interesting 😀
I guess it is time for me to go! Have a wonderful week and do let me know if you solve the puzzle and even if you dont. 😉
As usual none of this stuff is mine – all borrowed from all over the world wide web 😀
Sapna flickered and then rallied. “She must be ancient!”
“Remember how vain she was of her looks?” Layla’s husky murmur was still a killer.
“A bad hair day saved her from the car crash.” Leena rued.
“I wonder if she has any hair left?” Trishna patted her flowing tresses.
“I can’t wait to see her as a doddering ghost.” Sapna said gleefully.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Fatima Fakier Deria for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
I am going away. Far away. You won’t have to wake up early, send me to school, or pack my lunch. You’ll be free. Don’t bother looking for me. I am going to another planet – Zeutron, my home planet.
Didn’t Dad always say I was good-for-nothing trash? Turns out that I fell out from the spaceship hovering over Earth into the garbage dump. They’ve been searching for me ever since. After all, I am the Prince and heir to Zeutron. My parents, real parents were so desperate to find me that they stationed one of their best undercover agents (better than 007!) on Earth with orders to find me or die here.
You remember the guard at the mall? He’s not human. He’s a Zeutronian and his name is Gerkle. He recognized me right away, but he had to play his cards well so as to gain my trust. He told me everything once we became friends. We are leaving on the spaceship that arrives tonight. I’m not taking anything along except for a photo of you and me. Maybe you can come and visit me sometime. To see how I am doing.
Lots of love
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
“Free?” I queried. “But what about admissions, career…”
“None of that nonsense for me,” she dismissed with her nose in the air. “I have my future all planned.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“First college for some graduation course…”
“Whatever I qualify for.”
“Prince Charming will find me and sweep me off my feet. I will lead him to a merry dance, before agreeing to marry him.”
She smiled dreamily. “A stupendous destination wedding with both Shah Rukh and Salman Khan dancing and then go abroad for our honeymoon.”
“Anywhere! The States to do lots of shopping.” She giggled. “Visit all the famous tourist spots, go trekking, camping, just him and me.” She clasped her hands. “It will be the most romantic time ever.”
“Nice.” I said. “And then what?
“I haven’t thought further than that.”
Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less based on locations chosen from Google Maps. This week we are off to Yellowstone National Park in the US and on my bucket list. Thanks to K Rawson for hosting the challenge. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.
“Oh I am sorry.” Shipra offered her condolences. “Last year too you couldn’t celebrate as your father-in-law was unwell.”
“It must be over six months since he passed away?”
“Yet your husband attended his cousin’s wedding last week?”
“It wouldn’t have looked nice if he hadn’t gone.”
“So only you’re expected to mourn?”
“That depends.” Deeksha said. “As I am integral part of their family, they made sure I participated actively in the wedding festivities soon after my father’s death.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Bjorn for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
“Aren’t you too young to be a face-reader?” Madhulika looked her up and down.
“It’s a gift.” Tuhina said.
“But to give you a booth at the event, I’ll need some proof of your talent.”
“I know what you did Muddy.”
Madhulika gasped. “Wha…what do you mean?”
“Don’t youremember your friend, Muddy?” Tuhina shook her hair free and leaned forward.
There was a crash. “Vrinda’s dead and you…you…”
“…I possessed Tuhina,” the voice was cold and unemotional, “and set out to avenge myself.”
“It wasn’t me, I swear it wasn’t!” Madhulika edged towards the door.
A hollow laugh echoed. “Still lying Muddy?”
“It was Shail. It was his idea to kill you…”
“And my unborn child.”
“Child!” Madhulika was stuttering. “I…I don’t know…”
“Shail knew. And if he knew…”
“Don’t kill me please!” Madhulika begged.
“I wouldn’t do anything so passé Muddy.” She bared her teeth. “I’ll just have some fun.”
“Fun?” Madhulika quavered.
“Shail has a new girlfriend. They are plotting a murder.”
But she was gone.
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.” Tuhina grinned at her mother. “Just settling some old scores.” She fingered the scar on Vrinda’s neck like she had since childhood.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for the photo prompt and hosting the challenge. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.
Okay so this week for the black and white challenge, Cee wants bikes or anything related to two wheels. Initially I thought I had only two photos but rifling through my archives I was surprised to find how many bikes had crept in without my knowledge! Good for me and them 😀
A surreptitiously taken photo of the fascinating insides of a bike in a busy marketplace.
The good old bicycle, the lifeline for many. I used to love cycling as a child and often wish I could cycle now as well, but I feel shy and embarrassed.
This one I have shared before, perhaps some of you remember. Quite an eye-catcher right?
A front view with minimal color. Which one do you prefer?
On the streets of Udaipur, while admiring a camel with its nose in the air.
The car and bike halt deferentially as the camel made its way sedately across the highway 😉
A bike parked near a distillation flask used to prepare rose essence.
Two bikes near a massive gulmohar tree (at least the leaves look like that). The creepy roots are fascinating aren’t they? Oops I forgot the bikes were supposed to be the focus!
Hmm not sure if those are the same bikes as in the previous pic. But the tree is definitely different – such character don’t you think? I’m fascinated by how trees don’t seem to have any requirement to follow rules. Anything goes and each to her own is their mantra. Yet each is particular and conscientious about fulfilling their CSR (corporate social responsibility) for the less fortunate. By just being, they replenish the oxygen in the air – isnt that amazing?
Apologies for missing out on just for fun last week and (almost) this week as well. Just some cool pics thoughts and quirky pieces from all over the world – hope you like.
Would you stand under that?
I wouldn’t mind living up there!
Hmm who inspired who? 😛
Can she see through that? That reminds me, there was a news item of a break-in into a store by a man wearing a see-through plastic head cover. Needless to say the CCTV had no trouble capturing his fine features 😀
In this world where everyone is out to squash you, you can either
Give in or
What’s your choice?
Resist, defy and just be
A couple of my favorite Women’s Day greetings 😉
And therein lies the whole crux of the matter
When two pieces of rocks misfit people are bound together in marriage, that’s how it is.
Look forward to that day 😀 Have a great week and as usual none of the stuff is mine and all credit and kudos to the artists who created these.
I missed Sunday Trees last week as I was busy with shifting (but I did post lots of trees (and leaves) but I’m back this week with a couple of photos of the same tree one early morning and the other a bit later in the day. Have a look.
Looks like night doesnt it? But trust me, the sun was right behind the tree allowing me to block it even if for a little while. The tree caught my eye for two reasons – the lighting and the funny bushy stumps/arms. And of course it was tall and being an Eucalyptus tree it reminded me of home. But yet the leaves seemed different and not so long and pointy. So which one do you prefer? Me? I still haven’t made up my mind 😀
The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo challenge is I’d Rather Be…but of course blogging! After a hectic two, nearly three weeks of shifting, sifting and sorting I got my day to do what I enjoy most. But to be honest I am still rather exhausted and all frazzled with my thoughts on a million different corners. Providentially, I got a bunch of lovely snaps of the St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in Dublin from my sister and brother-in-law who are currently staying there. So I didn’t have to travel, hunt or work too hard to join the fun. I am hoping you will like the photos too.
St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland. He was a Christian missionary credited with taking Christianity to Ireland.
St. Patrick died on March 17, 461 and this day is celebrated the Roman Catholic feast day of the patron saint of Ireland.
It is also a celebration of Irish culture.
Bright and colorful aren’t they?
It was freezing cold and my sister caught a cold despite being wrapped in layers. But you wouldn’t be able to make that out looking at these young girls would you?
I thought this little boy was the best – what about you? It is also a custom to wear green on St. Patrick’s day. Apparently wearing green made one invisible to leprechauns, fairy creatures who would pinch anyone not wearing green. And those who don’t wear green do get pinched!
Thanks for visiting – all info from Google.
I think this post would also perfectly fit the #QOGUIN series. What you think?
Hello and welcome to my new venture – #QOGUIN Series.
Puzzled? Curious? Interested? Intrigued? Well I hope so! Anyway here’s the thing, while shifting houses I seem have to misplaced my muse. Probably off on a vacation which I deserve – but then there’s no rest for the wicked. And since I cannot seem to stay away from blogging either so I hit upon a compromise. I can finally hatch an idea that I have been incubating for quite some time – share some Quirky Odd Good Ugly Intriguing News from all over the world. Perhaps some stuff thrown in from around my tiny world as well.
So, are you game?
I’m not sure if it is going to be a weekly, monthly or even a regular feature. Ahh well we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it right? Hey, here’s an idea? Why don’t you join in? Surely you have something non-fictional to share? Just make a post and drop your link here whenever you’re ready – no rush, no rules. And to prove that I would like to make an earlier post A Salute to the Wall as the first in the series 😀 And all the other positive news that I may have posted earlier, will hunt them out and list them in a dedicated Page.
Today’s article for this series is on underage driving which, as most of us are aware more often than not lead to disastrous consequences. Children, especially in certain Indian Metros are notorious for going off on jaunts, motor racing and stunts late at night and are a danger not only to themselves but also the others. Fed up with repeated unfortunate and countless such incidents, in 2015 the traffic police in Bengaluru threatened to imprison and confiscate driving licenses of parents of underage children caught driving. In fact, scores of parents were booked. But they got off after paying a fine. Finally last month, the Hyderabad police cracked down on errant parents and arrested 69 such irresponsible parents of these daredevil (I’m willing to bet) boys.
This bit of news gave me a lot of cheer and hope. I now wait for the day when parents of daughters who commit suicide and are forced to suffer atrocities at their in-laws are also arrested.
If you wonder at my extreme reaction, perhaps you might like to read my article on Bride Burning, a call to action and my long running fictional piece (most of which is drawn from real-life) – Moonshine.
Thank you for visiting, I am happy to play hostess after a long time 🙂 Do let me know your thoughts and look forward to reading anything interesting – the good the bad the ugly – that you may have to share.
Have a wonderful weekend.
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. -R. Buckminster Fuller
Whew! I almost missed this fun foto challenge of Cee’s! And my favorite topic too – Leaves and Trees. And I have discovered a recent fascination for leaves as well so picking and choosing was quite a challenge. Hoping that you will enjoy my selection.
Let’s begin with an assortment of leaves, mostly teak leaves.
Just trying for some perspective here – they are huge arent they?
I was fascinated by this find and carried it inside for some special treatment
A collection of dried Ashoka tree leaves.
Banana leaves against a cloudy evening sky
Eucalyptus tree standing tall against the litchi trees. Don’t miss the fair elbows!
The greens attempts to tone down the exuberance of the reds
Next I have a really batty tree for you. Yes! those black things are bats waiting for darkness to fall.
Perhaps she dropped her leaves because she didn’t want any hanger-ons – what do you think? Did you notice her pose? Perhaps the stone sculptors of ancient India took inspiration from her kind. And before you scroll down – look! Mango blossoms – the prize for the heat and dust!
A golden tree by the road
A mystery tree with strange tendrils hanging down like some exotic jewelry. Anyone know which tree? Ferdi?
The last one standing at the Chittorgarh fort. Oh the stories it could tell
This one’s having a really bad hair day 😀 Or perhaps it has seen some really hair-raising stuff in its heydays. After all this is the place for committing jauhar and sati.
I clicked this patch of clover leaves hoping to find a lucky four-leafed one at leisure. No such luck yet – what about you?
All neat and tidy, ready to toe the line and follow rules and regulations with not a hair out of place.
And then we have this place where there’s no sense or order, each to her own to be as she likes no questions asked. Which do you prefer?
And finally the Sun kisses this one good night 🙂
Thanks for visiting and sharing your favorite one!
One sunny winter morning, we set to explore the Kolkata suburbs. Err well actually, the boys were on the lookout for a suitable place to reconnect minus the usual noise of their own ‘inhibitory’ pathways. And I, being blessed with no such inhibitions, tagged along for some possible photo ops. And voila there unfolded right before my phone camera a live drama.
The ladies were out for a bit of a munch at brunch
Perhaps share a few confidences away from the old hag and other potential eavesdroppers.
Oh but wait – what was that? Danger!!!
Time for a graceful and disdainful retreat – the leading lady led the way, while a tardy youngster grabbed a mouthful for the road.
Feeling brave, I ventured closer. She gave me a beady glare – No interviews or autographs please. I have other urgent business to attend to – she trotted off on…
One of the best (and possibly the best) part of shifting is re-discovery of once favored things, dresses, books and now blog posts 😀 No I am not shifting blogs but the Daily Post’s challenge – a visual story is very apt for a couple of my earlier posts (yes be warned! There’s at least one more) so here’s the second reblog of my own post. Is that a bit like blowing one’s trumpet? Or that of the squirrel? Do tell!
The Daily Post this week invites us to share a visual story. I am busy shifting houses (now that would tell an amazing story but that’s another story for another day 😉 but since I can’t seem to keep away from the blog world, I am re-posting one (from August 2016) which some of you may have seen. But I think it is worth a revisit. Feel free to disagree and move on! 😀
Black and white (or sepia) photos of anything with double letters. A challenging challenge especially because for best results one must use highly textured subjects. Not sure if I have been completely true to that bit of valuable advice…
A massive storage container. But I cannot quite fathom what exactly they stored – grains perhaps. But how did they scrape the bottom of the barrel? By climbing in I guess. Good place to play hide and seek but only if it is at least half full with solid stuff.
A view of the Chittor fort. These days, Sound and Light shows are held every evening on the lawns. Somehow in the sepia version I can hear the tinkling of anklets, perhaps a teasing laugh and the rustle of silk skirts. Can you?
Next I have a selection of doors – an ordinary wooden locked door
A grade higher – a designer door. It is clearly the residence of someone of some importance.
The door of the fort or should I say the massive gates of the fort. Notice the spikes near the top but not reaching below or going right to the top? Can you guess why? I have mentioned the reason before in an earlier post. No? Well go on think some more and answer’s below the next photo as that is also a hint.
Just beyond the gate is the battlefield where the Rajputs fought the invaders. Elephants were used in battle and to hammer the gates open. And hence the spikes at the height of elephant heads to injure them – innovative but tragic for the innocent participants.
A steep flight of stairs and as the warning sign indicates very low roofed as well. The City Palace at Udaipur is a maze of such flights of stairs from which there is no escape especially for the scrunched up outsider. Smart thinking eh.
A BW version of street art – the previous post of Cee’s fun foto challenge has the original colored version. Perhaps you could check it out and share which one you prefer?
Back to the palace walls and its intricate design.
Woody branches waiting for spring to pass before growing leaves to protect itself from the blazing Sun. Strange isn’t it that trees undress during winters and dress up in summers?
Instead of BW I went for sepia tones this time. Well what’s the verdict?
So how was Holi? Colorful? Surely not as much as Mother Nature who’s busy playing her game of colors.
It is my ambition to see this live, until then I feast on the blooms that dot Delhi’s horizon heralding the arrival of spring.
Actually even those who have to shift houses can’t sleep nights worrying, planning, fretting…ahh well this too shall pass. But only if there was a fast forward button. And while I am at it, perhaps a rewind button as well 😀
This may just be true – Indians have a high risk of heart disease. By the way did you know, eggs are now the good guys and the bad guys? Refined carbohydrates. But if you didnt know English, you wouldn’t be reading this and very likely your arteries wouldn’t get all hyper and clogged up. I wonder if there’s anyway to unlearn English?
It’s exam time and a good time to take this lesson to heart. Go easy on your kid (and yourself) remember, if it doesn’t end well – it isn’t the end. Besides it’s never over until you say it is right?
It happens! Under pressure people get confused. My son was at his chemistry board practicals when he got an SOS from a classmate. He wasnt getting the desired reaction with the given salt. So he led his friend through the entire exercise. Did you put A? Add B. Heat. Mix. Dilute. Add HCl? Yes. Yes. Yes. Went the beleaguered classmate. Finally my son asked – Did you add the test salt? Oops!
So just chill and believe
All the very best to all exam goers!
All said and done, don’t want you to chill so much either 😀 😀
You can say that but only after the exams 😉
That’s it from me this week and as usual none of these are mine. All are borrowed from the internet or received as forwards. Have a wonderful week.
Well okay one last one before I leave on what not to do (but I wish I had the gumption to do)
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Mike Vore for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Is it a story, does it fit the challenge – I am hoping you can clear that up. Thanks for visiting.
In times where it is commonplace to talk of bringing down walls here is one Wall that we could do with more of. If you are a cricket buff or from India you would know of whom I am talking about – Rahul Dravid a cricketer par excellence.
Rahul in his heydays was known as the Wall for his stolid reliability and patience to spend hours and hours at the crease despite all odds. Although he has his own self-deprecating theories about why he was named so.
He retired from cricket in 2012 and could have easily been a wall and rested on his laurels. But the Wall is just a sobriquet. He’s a doer. Given the opportunity he accepted the coaching the Indian Under-19 cricket team.
And worked his magic.
They won the 2018 ICC World Cup early this month. Celebrations, jubilation, accolades and cash prizes rained down. The BCCI announced cash rewards for the coach (Rs 50 lakh), team members (Rs 30 lakh) and coaching staff (Rs 20 lakh).
The Wall took objection to this announcement.
Why the discrepancy? He expressed his displeasure.
Excuse us but how much more money do you want?
No! Why should I get so much more than the rest of the staff?
What?! Err…that’s the norm. In any case, they can’t be given as much as you.
FINE. Then I’ll take less and we’ll share it equally.
The BCCI had little choice but to bow down to this hitherto unheard of stance.
To reiterate, as it is difficult to believe that some one would actually do such a thing in today’s time and era of each one for himself, Rahul Dravid took a Rs 25-lakh (or nearly a $ 40,000) pay cut just to ensure parity in incentive to all support staff. Now every member of the coaching staff including Dravid will get Rs 25 lakhs
Rahul Dravid has shown that the shelf life of a sportsperson maybe short but a gentleman lives forever.
The theme for this week’s Black and White Photo Challenge is Structure. And as usual Cee gives us license and freedom to enjoy – who can resist that right?
Kalika Mata Temple an 8th-century temple at Chittorgarh Rajasthan India. The upper parts of the structure are more recent.
Vijaya Stambh is an imposing victory monument built in 1448 AD. Constructed of red sandstone and white marble, Vijay Stambh is nine storeys tall with a height of 37.19 meters and a base height of 3.0 meters. Another version and other details are in an earlier post.
The inner structure of a modern day cafe
Couldnt resist a quick covert snap of the innards of this bike. Not only had I never seen the inside of a bike from such close quarters but the man (whose hands are visible) was/is a fascinating character. Apparently some part for the bike wasn’t available (or too expensive) and he was trying to get it repaired through some jugaad tactics. And Steve Woz says “where’s the creativity?” Possibly he is not familiar with the Indian jugaad :- a flexible approach to problem-solving that uses limited resources in an innovative way.
And now time for my latest craze – the teak leaf. It’s massive with such well defined structure don’t you think?
Howzz that for intricate structure?
A leaf decaying but the structure, unlike for other stuff, is the last to go.
The neat structure of a handmade woven stool made of reed and rayon strings
I am, in all honesty, not a big fan of roses but this one’s near perfect structure and symmetrical asymmetry was captivating.
So which one is your favorite – or didn’t you like any?
And while moving ahead we often miss how far we have come
Isn’t that right? In fact despite our bodies aging our hearts and minds go on a retrograde journey
And even then some people don’t quite learn do they?
So now that I have your attention and seeing how interested all of you are in getting the grey cells to work here’s a little something to keep you busy 😉
Do let me know when you solve it 😀
Ever since then I’ve stopped working hard!
And adopted laziness as my top priority – err well not that I needed much persuasion.
Too close to truth isn’t it? I wonder if things would change if women started handing out rings and proposing to men? What do you think? Well I think there’s love. Love what’s that you ask? I have no answers my friend – though Winnie the Pooh does
Funny how the simplest of things escape us – like this one
Oh well much as I would love to sit here and hunt out more fun stuff the fact is I have work to do.
I tried several times – but no such luck. It was till there when I woke up several hours later. So since it can’t be put off any longer, this is it for this week. See you with more fun next week and wish you all a wonderful Holi.
Be colorful always.
A disclaimer as always none of this stuff is mine but borrowed from the internet and text forwards.
She was late. All because of the cook. And so inconsiderate of him to take the car.
The signal turned green and the surging crowd spilled on to the road.
It was just February and already so hot.
Oww her shoes hurt.
Not as much as her piercing barbed comments.
Cursing, she hurried ahead of the riff-raff.
A melodious voice rose above the traffic din. “aaaa~aaaa am the one of happy colors.”
The next winner of Voice India!
She slowed down.
A garish electric blue sweater wearing strange mismatched socks limped past her.
Not socks but a prosthetic leg.
*Main hoon khush rang Heena – a Hindi movie song.
Written for the Friday Fictioneer – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Marie Gail Stratford for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
A bit of a deep discussion on household matters perhaps? She seems to be giving him the push to do something…
He yields but she doesn’t seem to happy with his choice of bedding for their little one does she?
There aren’t any birds here but these were the cages for the carrier pigeons who acted as trusted couriers between kings, queens and paramours.
Birds in the walls of the palace – such long graceful necks don’t you think?
Oh look that’s a bird, no it’s a plane…darn it. But it sure does look like a bird doesn’t it? No? Well, I need to get my eyes tested. 😉
Caught this philosophical and reflective robin on the wall of an ancient temple
And this one wears a stuffed glassy expression. Perhaps it spotted his boss while playing hookey 😀
There’s Scooby and his toy penguin.
Gorgeous stunning mirror mosaic work popularly known as ‘inlay’ in India most commonly seen in Rajasthan.
And another one.
Yes that’s a bird – Garudaa divine eagle-like bird and considered to be the king of birds in Hindu (as well as Buddhist and Jain) mythology. In the bird form, Garuda is typically represented with the wings slightly open as if on the verge of flying. In part human-form, like this one, he usually an eagle-like nose, beak or legs, his eyes are open and big, and he may have either two or four hands. He is the vehicle mount (vahana) of the Lord Vishnu. Garuda and serpents (Nag) are half-brothers and yet arch enemies. And both are worshiped with individual dedicated days – Garuda Panchami and Nag Panchami. There’s a very interesting (and a bit complicated not to mention involved) story so perhaps another day another time.
Thanks for visiting – do let me know if you have any favorites.
Hissing in frustration, in two quick strides Arnav switched off the television.
Khushi leaned back and popped another chana* in her mouth.
“I don’t get it Khushi.” He thrust a finger into her face. “How can you sit here and watch some stupid soap while Angel cries her heart out?”
Khushi shrugged. “It’s nothing major.”
“You know?” He sat down with a thump.
“She’s heartbroken.” Khushi said in a stage whisper.
“What the…!” Arnav was back on his feet fists clenched. “I’ll killShubham.” he ground out.
“Go ahead,” Khushi waved, “but remember your precious Angel won’t thank you for it.”
“How can you be so calm?”
“What else can I do? They are adults. They have to sort it out.” Khushi shot him a darkling look “You also stay out of it.”
“I have to do something!” He paced the floor.
“Go tend your plants.” Khushi went to the kitchen. “Or take up kickboxing.”
“Are you crazy?”
“It’s going to take some time.” She expertly sifted and prepared the batter for the jalebi*. She wrinkled her nose at him. “It’s been 30 years and we still haven’t stopped have we?”
*Chana: Roasted Bengal gram
*Jalebi:an irresistible crispy juicy Indian sweet
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Sascha Darlington for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
This week for Becca’s Sunday Trees photo feature, I bring you one with many layers to her.
An impressive tree, I think, a mango tree perhaps. If so she would have been stoned, prodded and climbed all over the entire long summer. But undaunted, unconcerned she has continued her journey to reach for the sky.
I come closer. She allows a money plant to drape her like a scarf, even allow a lamp to rest on her curves.
Hey wait! That’s no drapery – it’s growing out of her. Just another surrogate mother for one who is not even her kind. My kind? she asks. What’s that? All life is my kind.
Just look at those wounds and scars. Don’t they hurt? I ask. No she shakes her branches.
Liar. I choke on tears as I walk over to the other side. Her silent howl of despair unheard in this vast preoccupied universe.
How will you find them if you are busy texting me?
Did you have lunch?
Don’t forget to call Dadu
Did you find them?
It’s freezing today.
Zip up your jacket.
Are you listening?
A/N I tried a new style today, do let me know if it worked. Thanks!
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
It’s time for some Zeds, Zees and Zzzzs at Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge as she wraps up the alphabets with a twist challenge. So, any word with Z in it or people, animals catching some zzzs.
The last one would be the easiest for my husband takes immense pleasure in clicking photos of me while I doze off, especially during our hectic trips. But then I don’t want to destroy all your illusions, so it will have to be zomething elze.
A roadside shop where you can find A to Z of everything and to suit everybody’s taste, palate and zaika (sense of taste or flavors) 😀 The man on the left is our entertaining driving cum guide. By his own confession, he has studied till class 6 but his wife is a school teacher in a different city altogether. With his six-year-old daughter. Despite parental disapproval. After marriage, he encouraged her to complete her studies. And oh he loves history and has about a couple of hundred books that he devours. But that’s enough, there are zero marks for diversionary tactics.
I was quite dazzled by the beautiful moonlight on the lake – hey no wait that’s the Sun! Amazing isn’t it?
I was, as you can see terribly enamored and bedazzled by this window and couldn’t resist sharing another look – the evening look. Missed the other one – here it is but you’ll have to scroll through the entire post.
Then there was this Coffee Zone right above a horror house. Don’t miss the wrapchics on the left – very innovative don’t you think? 😀
Among the decaying yellowing stones that witnessed brutal wars, blood shed and self-immolation, we find the first stirrings of life. Can’t see it? Just zoom in on the topmost panel.
Sitting and gazing in quiet contemplation of man’s foolish ideas of running hither and thither for no rhyme or reason other than to just earn money? And what to do with it? Rest, relax, enjoy? Well he was already doing that. Should he take up the challenge and proselytize his ideas? Psst I just learned the word – is the sentence okay?
Next I have some jazzy colorful clothes for you to admire and gaze at with bedazzled eyes. No they aren’t for sale.
These jazzy dresses are meant for tourists to wear and pose for photographs. Most hill stations have these and once my son too was lured in and dressed up in a purple kingly gown wielding a sword. 😀
After those heavy dresses, time to give the eyes some rest by gazing upon the bare zigzag branches of yet another bindaas tree 🙂
A warm winter afternoon on a long weekend – any guesses on how many would be dozing or snoozing at a time?
The zinc laden Aravali mountains in and around Udaipur, Rajasthan. Can you see it shining and reflecting the sunlight?
Those are the zorb balls – in case you didnt know. I didnt! Apparently they are the in thing and are available in aqua, ground and body versions. You can get in, singly or in groups and then enjoy being thrown around. Looks like fun – from far! 😀
Well that’s it for me in Cee’s twisted alphabetical challenge – thanks so very much for visiting. Now how about sharing which your favorite zed was?