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.

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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.

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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?

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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

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?

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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?

The Foster Parent

Foster P

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

Aerial

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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Image from Google maps

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.

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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.