SPF: Masked

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Masked

Words 201

β€œIsn’t she tall?” Lakhishree nudged her granddaughter at the airport.

Towering over the crowd, she was a kaleidoscope of colors. Blue jeans, red shoes and a multicolored woolen cap complete with a green pompom jammed over her shoulder length dark blonde hair. Any color missing from the ensemble was taken care of in the muffler draped around her neck. At the counter she fiddled with her unruly hair. Armed with the boarding pass, she turned.

Gia giggled. β€œShe’s a he!”

Obviously a foreigner, he sported a day’s stubble and a toothbrush mustache.

Lakhishree sniffed.

They ran into him again at the coffee shop.

β€œHe’s cute.” Gia said.

β€œShush! He’ll hear you.” Lakhishree looked at him critically. β€œLooks like an out and out junkie.” She spoke in Bengali. β€œStay away from him.”

β€œWhat!” Gia was flabbergasted. β€œI was just looking.”

β€œWell don’t. Who knows…?”

β€œRelax Granny!”

β€œCome, let’s go.” Lakhishree hustled Gia.

β€œExcuse me Madam,” it was the cute junkie, β€œyou dropped your boarding card.”

Mumbling β€˜thanks,’ Lakhishree snatched it.

Gia smiled at him.

β€œHello.” He smiled back. β€œI have to confess,” He coughed, β€œI am a coffee addict.”

With a wink, he loped off.

His Bengali was only slightly accented.

Β ***

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction, a story in 200 words or less, hosted by Alistair Forbes. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

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CB&W: Hampi

Cee’s black and white challenge for this week is Sculptures, Statues and Carvings. I bring two photos, a bit of history and one of (innumerable) favorite mythological stories.

Both, the sculpture and the carving is from the ruined sprawling town of Hampi, a UNESCO World Heritage site at Karnataka, India. It was one of the richest and largest cities in the world during its prime and part of Vijayanagar, the capital of the Vijayanagar Empire.

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The Lakshmi Narasimha statue, built in 1528 A.D. is crafted from a single boulder of granite. The statue, which is 6.7 meters tall, is also referred as Ugra Narasimha (or Narasimha in its terrifying form).

Narasimha, as can be seen from the sculpture is half human (nara) and half lion (simha). He has the face and claws of a lion, and torso and lower body of a human.

The sculpture depicts Narasimha sitting on the coils of Adishesha, the king of all snakes, which rises behind him with its seven hoods. The original sculpture had the figure of his consort, Goddess Lakshmi, sitting on his lap. If you look closely, the broken arm of the Goddess can be seen encircling Narasimha’s waist on the right side. The gigantic statue was vandalized and mutilated in 1565 A.D. during the raid by the Mughals. The limbs of the statue were broken and figure of Lakshmi was separated.Β  The horizontal band around the knees was added later to give support to the sculpture.

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This is another depiction of Narasimha on the wall of a temple at Hampi.There is a fascinating story behind this portrayal – of Narasimha disemboweling a person on his thighs.

But first a quick background.

Lord Vishnu, the Preserver of this world is said to have taken the form of man and descended to earth many a time to destroy evil and restore cosmic order. Rama, Krishna and Buddha are the seventh, eighth and ninth avatars of Vishnu. The tenth and final avatar – Kalki avatar has been foretold to appear at the end of this epoch, riding a white horse, carrying a sword, blazing like a comet. But that is in the future, when the world will end. And begin anew.

Coming to the story of Narasimha, in his third avatar as Varaha (boar), Lord Vishnu killed the demon Hiranayaksha. Wishing to avenge the death of his younger brother, Hiranyakashipu, undertook ages of austere penance to obtain the boon of immortality. But Brahma refused this boon as death is inevitable for whoever is born. Brahma urged Hiranyakashipu to ask for any other boon.

Determined to obtain immortality, Hiranyakashipu tries to trick Brahma into granting him immortality. He laid down certain conditions for his death – he should not die within a house or outside, during the day or during the night, not on the ground nor in the sky. He should not be killed by any weapon, nor by any human or animal, or any entity living or nonliving created by Brahma. He should be invincible to any demigod, demon or any snake. He also demanded sole lordship over all living entities, presiding deities and mystic powers.

Brahma granted him his heart’s desire and vanished.

Thus armed, Hiranyakashipu wrecked havoc in the three worlds and because of his boon, was invincible and unstoppable. By a twist of fate and to his fury, Hiranyakashipu’s son Prahlada was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. Hiranyakashipu’s hatred of the Vishnu ran so deep that he decided to kill his own son. But each time his attempts were foiled by Vishnu’s mystical powers. Hiranyakashipu attempted to browbeat his son into acknowledging his father as the supreme lord of the universe but Prahlada refused saying that Vishnu was the one who was all pervading and omnipresent.

Hiranyakashipu laughed and pointed to a pillar in his palace, β€œDoes He reside here too?”

Prahlada said, β€œHe does.”

Unable to control his wrath, Hiranyakashipu smashed the pillar with his mace in the twilight hour (which is neither day nor night). Narasimha, the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu, emerged from the pillar. He was neither beast nor human. He dragged Hiranyakashipu to the threshold of the courtyard, (neither indoors nor outdoors). Narasimha put Hiranyakashipu on his thighs (neither the earth nor space) and using his fingernails (neither animate or inanimate) he disemboweled the demon and relieved mankind from Hiranyakashipu’s reign of terror and torture.

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WPC: Of Eras Gone By

The theme for the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge is of photographs with exceptional ambience. I take this as an opportunity to share pictures of a few places with unique atmosphere and character.

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Photo (c) Punit Kaur

Dholavira, an archeological site at Kutch district in Gujarat, India, contains the ruins of the Indus Valley Civilization or the Harappan city. This was the Bronze Age civilization (3300-1300 BCE; mature period 2600-1600 BCE) extending from what is today northeast Afghanistan to Pakistan and northwest India. It was one of the three old world civilizations (along with ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia) and also the most widespread. During history lessons at school, I remember getting goose bumps thinking about their unimaginable skills and expertise in a time, which existed before the Vedic period.

Inhabitants of the ancient Indus river valley developed new techniques in handicraft and metallurgy (copper, bronze, lead, and tin). The Indus cities are especially renowned for their urban planning, baked brick houses, elaborate drainage systems, water supply systems, and clusters of large non-residential buildings.

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Photo (c) Amit Ghosal

Rudabai Stepwell, built in 1499 AD at Adalaj, Gujarat, India by Mahmud Begada for his queen Rudabai. The step well nicely depicts fusion of Indian and Islamic architecture. The step well or ‘Vav’, as it is locally known, is intricately carved and is five stories deep.

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Photo (c) Amit Ghosal

Such step wells not only provided water for drinking, washing and bathing but were also venues for colorful festivals and sacred rituals. Listen – can you not hear the echoes of laughter, rush of feet with tinkling anklets and bangles amidst a rustling swirl of colors on the backdrop of love, lust, oppression, greed and intrigues? Or am I being fanciful?

 

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Photo (c) Papia Chatterjee

For a spooky ambience, visit the abandoned and haunted village of Kuldhara, Rajasthan, India. Kuldhara was established around the 13th century and was home to the Paliwal Brahmins till about 200 years ago. Legend has it that the unscrupulous and rogue Diwan of Jaisalmer, Salim Singh fell for the beautiful daughter of the village chief. Determined to have her, he threatened to levy huge taxes upon them unless they toed his line.

Equally determined not to yield, one night, all the residents of the village fled, leaving behind their homes and everything within them. There is no information about the whereabouts of the Paliwals. Before leaving, the Paliwals cursed the village which is why, till date, it remains uninhabited by mortal beings. Instead ghosts roam the deserted streets. I believe night stay facility is available for those who wish to experience moving shadows, haunting spirits and other paranormal activities. Game anyone?

Β A big thank you to my friend and family for sharing the pictures πŸ™‚ Thanks to you too for dropping by – where would you like to go first?

Psst I think the curse of Kuldhara is affecting my post as well – I had to redo the whole thing again 😦 Fingers crossed

CFFC: Old and New

This week, Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is all about capturing Old and New. No doubt a very interesting topic but one I was quite resigned to giving it a miss. But then hunting through my archives I managed to scrounge a few photos which I hope will fulfill the requirements of the challenge. With a little bit of license πŸ˜‰

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An old abandoned house and a brand new car. Don’t miss the innovative blue and red unnamed indigenous vehicle. But actually what I wanted to capture were two houses – new and old alongside each other but I couldn’t manage it in the same frame.

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You don’t have to take my word that the above two houses were alongside each other – the nose of the car in the right corner should be proof enough πŸ˜€

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A street view in Kolkata

While on the road, I finally managed to capture both an old and new building in the same frame.

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Where’s the new you ask? Focus m’dear focus πŸ˜‰

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A brand new padlock πŸ˜€

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And finally before I take your leave –Β  have a look at these leaves, some lush and fresh while others are a crunchy brown.

Thanks for visiting – do let me know which you like best.

Waiting for Spring

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For Becca’s Sunday Trees -270

Oh I almost forgot, it’s time for this month’s Story Club. Sandeep, who writes amazing poems, has very kindly agreed to host it. His choice of story is The Dream of a Ridiculous Man by Fyodor Doestoevsky. Please do read it and join the discussion, which is to be held soon. Perhaps you could also post your own review and link it here so that we can hop over for a read? Thanks!

An Inconvenient Death

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Photo Prompt (c) C.E.Ayr

An Inconvenient Death

Β Words 100

Β β€œWhere’s my breakfast?”

β€œComing!”

A crash.

A wail.

β€œForget it.” Bhushan grabbed an apple.

Dangling a toddler, she thrust his lunch box. β€œBest of luck!”

Dashing out, Bhushan hailed an auto. He wanted to catch the earlier train.

He couldn’t afford to be late, not today.

Pushing and shoving through the broiling jostling crowd, Bhushan boarded the Mumbai local.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and loosened the tie.

Did everyone have appraisal today?

The train lurched to a halt.

Babel broke out.

β€œWhat the hell?”

β€œGuy jumped in front of train.”

β€œIs this any time to commit suicide?”

***

Note: Based on a true incident narrated by a friend.

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

Thanks for reading – look forward to your comments and critiques

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WPS: Buried Alive

This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge What Pegman Saw inspired by any view of a given location on Google maps. The challenge is to write a story in 150 words or less.This week’s location is of Burhanpur, India. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

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To view image on Google maps, click here

Buried Alive

Words 149

Β β€œSister?” He whispered. β€œSister, it’s me.”

A tinkle and a rustle.

A frail woman emerged from the shadows.

β€œDid you get any food?” She looked at him hungry eyed.

β€œA little.” He dug out a bundle from his robes. She fell upon it with eager hands and mouth.

β€œWhat news Brother?”

β€œIt is done. The Begum is buried.”

β€œAnd the Emperor?”

β€œGrief stricken.”

β€œIt wasn’t my fault Brother. It was her fourteenth child.”

β€œIf only you had not run away.”

β€œI panicked Brother. The Emperor’s favorite begum died in my arms. He would have had me buried alive.”

β€œYou should have taken a chance with the Emperor.”

β€œWhat do you mean?” She stilled at the bleak look in his eyes.

β€œWe have orders to proceed to Agra.”

β€œFor what?”

β€œTo build a mausoleum for the begum.”

β€œWhat about me?”

β€œYou should have taken a chance with the Emperor.”

***

Note: The above is a fictitious account based on the following historical information:- The Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan is believed to have spent a lot of time at the Shahi Qila with his favorite Begum Mumtaz Mahal. She died here giving birth to their 14th child. Mumtaz Mahal was buried here until the Taj Mahal was constructed at Agra. Shah Jahan wanted the Taj Mahal to be built in Burhanpur but had to give up the idea because of lack of availability of white marble in this region.

Thank you for reading – comments and critiques welcome.

SPF: A Toy Story

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A Toy Story

Words 199

β€œI want Dolly.” Lily whined.

β€œShe’s mine.”

β€œBut you don’t like dolls!”

β€œRubbish.”

β€œYou don’t.”

β€œI do.”

β€œYou don’t. Mama!”

β€œShut up! You’ll get us into trouble.”

β€œMama!”

β€œWhat?”

β€œMama, look Di isn’t giving me my doll.”

β€œShe’s not yours Lily. She’s mine.”

β€œMama, Di doesn’t even like dolls.”

β€œBut Aunt gave Dolly to me and Lily the three bears.”

β€œI want Dolly.” Lily howled.

β€œFine!” Mama gathered up the bears and put them away. β€œI will gift them to someone else. Share the doll.” She ordered before sweeping away.

β€œMine!” Lily grabbed Dolly’s arm.

β€œMine!” Di tugged with all her might.

Di stared at the armless doll. β€œLook what you did!”

β€œYou did it!” Lily threw the arm at Di. It flew out of the window.

β€œMurderer!” Di shrieked. She dumped Dolly and went for Lily.

The doctor set Lily’s dislocated shoulder.

But Lily was inconsolable. β€œI am not a murderer Mama,” she sobbed and sobbed.

Di was downcast. She held out Dolly. β€œYou can have her.” She had fashioned a new (albeit floppy) arm with a red sock filled with cotton wool.

 

Lily brushed the dust off the photo of the three of them. β€œMiss you Di.”

***

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

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WPC: The Name Game

This week, the Daily Post’s photo challenge is about Names. Are you ready? Hmm, I wonder where to begin? Okay…

Let’s start at the very beginning – a very good place to begin πŸ˜€

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Yummy delicious cake it was too! Nope not my birthday, but a dear friend’s. Time to move on…

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Before going the ‘Xtramile’ how about filling up on the fuel with a pollution check to boot? By the way, isn’t the yellow black combination cool?

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Or would you prefer an ‘auto’ ride? (Another yellow and black!).

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Well I am in the mood to cheat – so here’s a bit armchair travel to Italy with photos shared by my sister πŸ˜€

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Nope – that’s not my sister πŸ˜‰

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Time to head to Ross Island, Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India. Love the trees don’t you? But for a glimpse of some really special trees you need to visit the island. Or you could scroll down πŸ˜€

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The mesmerizing captivating Ficus. Don’t go too close, she may just ensnare you too.

If you like to see and know more of the Ficus at Ross Island click here – Trees Shall Rule the World.

Thank you for your visit – do let me know your favorite, if any.

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CB&W: Look Down

For her latest black and white challenge, Cee wants us to focus on the Ground

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A playground

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A paved road on the campus

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A view of the street in Kolkata

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Stairway at the Rock Gardens Chandigarh

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A bit of ground reality – Cellular Jail (aka Kala Pani or Death Waters) the colonial prison at Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India.

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Baijnath (Lord Shiva) temple built around 1150 AD

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And finally, some sound advice to keep your eyes on the ground πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€

Thanks for your visit – look forward to your views and comments.