SPF: Nipped in the Bud

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Nipped in the Bud

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“Impossible!”

“Nothing’s impossible.” Chotti said woodenly. Be still you traitorous heart.

“That’s just talk.” He scoffed.

“Don’t challenge me.” Chotti glowered.

He snorted. “That’s rich coming from someone who is mentally and vertically challenged.”

“I am petite.” Chotti declared snootily, “You are vertically unchallenged.”

“So you admit to being mentally challenged.” He smirked.

“Better than being rude, obnoxious…”

“Hey! I was only trying to help.”

“How? By being negative? By insulting me?”

“By being realistic. That’s too big a project. Drop it. Take up another.”

“Why? Because I am a girl?”

“Because you are a fool who has her head in the clouds.”

“Go away!” Chotti seethed. “I have no choice, there’s no time. This is it – do or die.”

He shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”

“Oh you think you are very funny don’t you?” Chotti ground out. “Instead of blathering, how about lending a hand?”

“Aha! Not too egoistic to ask for help?”

“Unlike some people.” Chotti sneered.

“I never need help.” He leaned closer, his breath warming her cheek.

“Exactly. You’re helpless.” Chotti rallied valiantly.

His rich laughter strummed her heart.

Enchanted, she gazed into his eyes, inches from hers.

What the hell!” Daddy (aka ASR) stood at the doorway.

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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Write and read more stories on this prompt here.

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WPC: The Number Game

The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo theme this week is Numbers. Quite topical don’t you think? Not only for America but also India as 500 and 1000 currency notes are banned with immediate effect, banks and ATMs closed. Takes me back to the good old days – cash strapped, yet a heart full of hope and faith, that better days will surely come – once the storm passes 😉 😀

Coming back to the photo challenge, I am terrified of numbers (honest!) so I am going to cheat. Here are a collection of fowards which I think suit the theme.

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to begin 😉

One

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Two

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However, I feel compelled to add that if I were the artist, I would have exchanged buttons 😉 What say you?

Let’s jump to the next number

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Told you my Math was bad 😛

Okay enough is enough

 

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Back to some manageable numbers

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Hmm – I wonder if this sign is for real or is it photoshopped?

And finally something for my Indian friends 🙂

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Hope this gave you a smile or two – have a great day!

Disclaimer: None of this stuff is mine and have received all as messages.

Mystery of the Song

Hello folks! For a few days now I have been feeling restless and itching to try my hand at something different. And almost providentially up came the Daily Post’s weekly challenge Song. To be specific the challenge is “Tell us a story about a piece of music that stayed with you.”

Exactly what I wanted to have an in-depth discussion about – vent so to speak. But bear with me while I lay the background.

I live in relative seclusion, just meters away from a bustling arterial road. Much of the extraneous sounds are masked by the whir of the fan or the hum of the air conditioner. But now that summer has left us (phew never thought I would live to see another winter :D) the fans and ACs have fallen silent, the sounds from around the campus is louder, clearer and distinct.

Here comes the crux of the matter.

In the morning, around 7.30 a.m, someone puts on his (am pretty sure it’s a guy) music system to play one song.

The same song.

Each and every day.

A nice song I have to admit. Rafi sahab’s voice is melodious enough to melt the hardiest of hearts and the song is soft and romantic.

But for God’s sake who has a record with only one song? Where are the other songs? Bring them on! Perhaps it will help to get rid of this ear worm. If only I knew where he lived – I would have happily presented him with one of Rafi’s golden albums (and gotten to the bottom of the mystery).

The regularity and discipline with which this song is played is impressive. The mystery of it is driving us around the bend. Husband and wife have had endless debates and discussions on Why this song? Why only this song? What is the significance of this song?

We have come up several hypotheses:

He is trying to woo a girl. After all it is a romantic number and the lyrics go something like this:

My love is great (for want of a better word)

With her spring arrives

And when she leaves, spring too leaves

My love is great

My sweetheart is my life

And so on and so forth it goes – you get the gist right? Or this could be his way of publicly declaring his love without raising the hackles of his (and her) parents and other guardians of the society. This particular couplet from the song gives support to this hypothesis:

I cannot call out her name in front of everyone

Embarrassed, she is likely to be annoyed with me and

then where will I be?

Other hypothesis have been floated but they are neither tenable nor suitable for general broadcast.

By the way, my dear friends, even as I write, the mystery deepens. Yesterday morning, we missed the song – did he not play it or did we not register it? Was the guy okay? Had something happened to him? Had they broken up?

We (I) couldn’t help worrying. A diehard romantic, I said, poor chap is probably unwell.

Or – there was a distinct gleam in his eye – his music system has been smashed to smithereens.

Our fears were allayed (and hopes dashed) when he played the song in the evening.

Now we are just wondering (and hoping against hope) that he hasn’t decided to up the ante and switched from OD to BD dosage schedule.

So folks, without any further ado this is the piece of music that is with us these days – it’s only fair and neighborly to share ear worms 😀

Thanks for visiting – comments, takes and hypotheses, all are welcome!

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Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead 🙂

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And speaking of balances

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Though I must admit, the wife looks a tad more uncomfortable than the mother – what do you think?

On a different note, I wish to express my thanks to Miriam who has kindly nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award.

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I am humbled and touched by her gesture, please do check out her engaging blog with a diverse range of posts.  Many thanks Miriam, but I regret that I am unable to carry the chain forward at this juncture.

Post script. Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of the above images is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do create a post and leave your link in the comment box or pingback to this post.

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.

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At Chandigarh’s Rock Garden

If you are wondering what these figures are, check out Junk Art  – I am hopeful that you won’t regret it 🙂

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Have a great Sunday.

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COB #44: Holding her Own

Walking through a small town bazaar, we were drawn to this building

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Here’s a close up

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“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply imprisoned inside her ruined body.”Robert A. Heinlein

Hope over to Cee’s for more odd ball photos.

Have a grand weekend all of you 🙂

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CB&W: Through the Window

I am terribly late for Cee’s black and white photo challenge but I simply cannot pass up this particular theme – Looking Through a Window. I have been traveling a lot these past few months and all I do is click photos through windows. If I asked to stop each I wanted to click a pic we would never get anywhere 😀

Dont worry I won’t offload all my through the window photos, just a few not so much for the photography but for what caught my eye – hope you like too.

First, a picture a, naturally, of a tree on the Mumbai-Pune highway from a moving car.

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At the rate she is spreading I think her goal is to span the entire highway 😀

And another one through a restaurant window

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Looks like some complicated yogic pose, which probably accounts for her lean and long life.

Mumbai city is known as the city that never sleeps. Looking out of the window from a hotel room, I would have never believed it.

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The view of the still lone crow as the master of all it surveyed was quite a contrast from the hustle-bustle of the city two floors down 😀

 

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While traveling by train, this destitute couple on a deserted railway station caught my eye. Can you see why?

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Nobody is too destitute to offer comfort and love to another 🙂

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A bit blurred no doubt but I finally caught the light at the end of a tunnel 😀

Have a grand weekend and thanks for visiting. Do let me know you were here!

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