Hello I am back after a week of prayers, celebrations, socializing and gorging 😀 And it’s already time for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday challenge where the rules are to to write in any of the 24 syllabic forms of Japanese poetry using a kigo or season word as an inspiration. While there are 24 seasons in Japan, we are allowed to use season words as per our region.
She leaves
a quietude behind
Vijayadashami
praying for the guns
to fall silent
I have used ‘Vijayadashami’ (literally victory tenth day) as the kigo word here. Vijayadashami (which was on 24th October this year) is celebrated after Navratri and is the 10th day that marks the end of Durga Puja and the celebration of Her victory over Mahishasura (the buffalo demon) and the triumph of good over evil. After the celebrations, there is a hush and lull in the neighborhood.
Vijayadashami is also celebrated as Dussehra, the day when Lord Rama defeated the evil king Raavan, whose effigies are burnt to symbolize the burning of the evils within us as well as the triumph of good over evil.
Thank you for reading, would love to know your comments and suggestion. Have a great weekend.
Hello and welcome to Friday Fictioneer’s party hosted by Rochelle where we all are invited to post a story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt (with due credit to the contributor). Click here to join or read the other stories on this prompt.
Hello everyone! After a hectic and enjoyable Durga Puja I am excited to participate in Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC), the topic is October Alphabet with “P” anywhere in the word.
Let me see what I can find 🙂
Hibiscus in a flower Pot. Isn’t she gorgeous? The festival honoring and celebrating Goddess Durga known as Durga Puja just got over on Tuesday and of course that is the theme for my post this week but I couldnt resist sharing this beauty which a favorite of Goddess Kali (another form of Goddess Durga) as well. I have discussed about Durga Puja in a couple of my earlier posts but in case you missed it and want to know more, click here
This is the making of the Puja Pandal (a temporary home for Goddess Durga and her children). It is fascinating to see how an empty field is turned into a re-creation of a famous temple (in this case) using nothing but piles of poles, canvas and glue. And all this for just 5 days after which it is dismantaled and put away for until the next occasion with a fresh design. One of the workers was going about with the ‘hyphen’ of the “co-operative”. Possibly there was divided opinion about its inclusion! Incidentally, this is the same pandal that the US ambassador Eric Garcetti visited. You can see the video here. Just a heads up, that though the video is about 3 minutes long, you can get away with watching about half of it as it is repetitive.
This is another Puja Pandal complete with the Goddess Durga’s idol installed and is another piece of art that will be immersed in water after 5 days of worship. We were lucky to be able to get a glimpse before the madness began.
Just a glimpse of the crowd at the Puja Pandal before the festival had begun!
While most Durga Puja are a community event, She is also worshipped individually by people at their home. This year, I was lucky enough to be able to visit one such Puja. I am sharing a small translation of the Sanskrit mantra which I hope and pray Mother Goddess is kind enough to bless us all with. If you are interested, you can read about the full chant here.
To that Goddess Who in All Beings is Abiding in the Form of Peace, Salutations to Her, Salutations to Her, Salutations to Her, Salutations again and again.
Hello, hope you are having a grand week. I am busy as the Durga Puja celebrations are on. Yet I am pleased that I could manage to post an entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle. I will be along to read your stories in a bit. Click here to read the other stories inspired by the photo prompt provided by Liz Young. Thanks Liz.
Photo Prompt Liz Young
FF: The Visitors
Words 100
“This is terrible!”
“The innocent are suffering the consequences of hate and greed.”
“We must stop this endless cycle of senseless killing!”
“What can we do?”
“Let’s go away!”
“But where?”
“I know the perfect place.” Their leader said.
“Are we at the right place?”
“I think so,” whispered one. “What do you think?”
“Let’s go and find out.” Their leader ventured a bit further, only to stop short.
“Abort mission! Withdraw!” The leader ordered.
“What’s happening?” Powering their spaceship they surveyed the scene of carnage and mass destruction.
“Déjà vu. The Blue Planet is no longer perfect for life.”
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Happy Durga Puja to all of you and may the Mother shower peace, prosperity and oneness on us.
Hello! It is time for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday challenge where the rules are to to write in any of the 24 syllabic forms of Japanese poetry using a kigo or season word as an inspiration. While there are 24 seasons in Japan, we are allowed to use season words as per our region.
But before I begin, I am very chuffed that Colleen was kind enough to choose my previous entry as the poem of the week and couldnt resist sharing. Yayy and thank you again Colleen 🙂
Now off to the tanka of this week. First the tanka and then the explanatory note. Perhaps, some of you may not need the note 🙂
Navratri
going to office on
an empty stomach
they join the
bhandara queue
I have used Navratri (literally nine-nights) as the ‘kigo’ word for this tanka. In India, we are currently celebrating Navratri and today is day 3 of the festival. Navaratri is a bi-annual Hindu festival observed in honour of the Mother Goddess Durga and many devotees keep a fast during this period. A bhandara is a mass feast given to the needy by the Hindus, particularly in North India on auspicious occasions such as the Navratri.
Here’s wishing you all a very auspicious and happy Navratras to you and yours. 🙏
Here’s my entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle, a story in 100 words based on the photo prompt. Click here to read other stories for this challenge and add your own story.
“That day,” Granny began, “we were all so excited to be meeting up at our beach house. It was a clear day, blue skies with wispy clouds, an inky blue…”
“Who all were coming?”
“Everyone! Your Aunt from India, Uncle from Canada, their children…”
“Why were they coming?”
“There were several reasons. It was my 75th and your 10th birthday, your parents anniversary. Your Uncle’s promotion, your Aunt wanted to introduce her fiancé. Oh, that was such a joyous time with so many things to celebrate!”
Hello! Here’s another tanka for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday challenge where the rules are to to write in any of the 24 syllabic forms of Japanese poetry using a kigo or season word as an inspiration. While there are 24 seasons in Japan, we are allowed to use season words as per our region.
First the tanka and then the explanatory note. Perhaps, some of you may not need the note 🙂
freshly showered
leaves wave to the blue skies
-Durga Puja celebrations
jeans don’t button up
even upon lying down
I have used Durga Puja as the kigo word. Like I mentioned in my earlier post, Navratri (or nine nights) festival in honor of Goddess Durga is being celebrated this year from 15th to 24 October. During this period, Hindu devotees worship Goddess Durga but the manner of celebration is diverse and unique in different parts of the country. This includes, but is not restricted, to dandiya, kanyapujan (little girls are worshipped as the Goddess) and Durga Puja. Durga Puja is a socio-religious celebrations that is mostly undertaken as a community but may also be done individually. It is associated with not only religious activities but also a platform for showcasing art, culture, and new clothes, cars, TVs and what have you while gorging on a variety of mouth-watering delicacies, including those served free. You may read more about Durga Puja here.
Perhaps, even ‘freshly showered’ could be considered the kigo word. Unlike the West, here in India, this is not the fall season. In fact, this is a time that is right after the monsoons which is a boon to the trees wilting in the scorching summer heat. They are now at their cleanest, greenest and happiest. With the monsoons withdrawing, the skies are blue (for once – Touch wood!!!) the breeze cool, and a palpable sense of excitement in the air. Even Mother Nature is celebrating the imminent arrival of the Mother Goddess (Durga Puja) in her inimitable way.
Did this work? Did you need the explanatory note? Looking forward to reading your reactions. Have a super day.
Hello and welcome to Dawn’s Festival of Leaves challenge. Anything to do with trees, as you perhaps may know by now, I simply cannot resist 🙂
Let’s see what I can find, this week:
This was in the cacti section. I had never seen leaves of this color before. Have you?
“They tell you to turn into a new leaf and then complain about your faded colour.” – Nitya Prakash
I would have never thought a combination of pink and green would look good but they gel well don’t they?
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” – Rabindranath Tagore
There are even brown leaves – who would have thought!
“Art is the flower. Life the green leaf.”- Charles Rennie MacKintosh
with red stems! These are really eye-catching aren’t they. Not quite sure what they are called. Do you know?
“Open the bloom of your heart and become a gift of beauty to the world.”– Bryant McGill
Monstrous leaves, aren’t they? Dont miss the bright yellow stems, almost as if they are mocking the traditional plants 😀
“Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.” – Luther Burbank
Don’t they look like flowers? The purple leaves were actually bluish in color, when seen with the naked eye. Their shape is also so unique.
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Brown pink and green! I can’t help but wonder how they manage photosynthesis and why the need for such colorful leaves. I did a little bit of research, and as I remembered (ahem) only the green part can do photosynthesis. The tiny green porton is enough for its sustenance. But what about the other leaves and the bare trees? Apparently sunlight penetrates the thin outer bark it can be enough for photosynthesis. You can read more here. I am not very convinced, but perhaps you can tell me more 🙂
“Life is a party; dress like it, dance like it, and make every moment count.” Audrey Hepburn
I found these leaves to be very interesting. It wasnt very clear if it was a creeper or part of the tree
“Why not show off if you’ve got something to show?” J Jones
Well, what do you think? Can you make out?
“It is better to aim high and miss than to aim low and hit.” Les Brown
And this is the showstopper. I couldn’t take a pic initially, then I waited to click it on the return journey. Isn’t it precious? Just like life.
Hello, here’s my attempt at XingfuMama’s Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge. This challenge is about a seat, a place to perch. This might be a chair, a bench, a wall, a pew…maybe even a log or a rock. These spots can be artfully designed, quirky or very plain, sometimes they have a view, sometimes you meet someone else who needs a rest.
So, without any further ado, if you are comfortably seated, off we go:
The chairs, I presume were once upon a time a bright orange to match the flowers but under the scorching sun faded to a pale pink. Or perhaps, they turned pale with envy…
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor. Horace
Recently I had the opportunity to watch a live Kathakali performance. This is a traditional dance form originating probably in Kerala in Southern India. It is a “story game” genre of art, usually drawn from folk stories, religious texts and Hindu epics. It is characterised by the elaborately colourful make-up and costumes and performed traditionally only by males. You can read more about it here.
I was seated in the front row and the ‘lady’ on the left performed a sequence (while seated on the stool) wherein ‘she’ put a baby to sleep. Once, the imaginary baby was asleep, ‘she’ tiptoed away only to stop and request me, with only ‘her’ eyes expressions, and gestures to keep an eye on the baby. I played along and raised a hand to ‘assure’ her but ‘she’ instantly stopped and ‘asked’ 4 kids! I shook my head, and raised one finger. She then proceed to ask if they were married, or studying or working. It was amazing!
At the Kochi harbor, while on a morning walk, we spotted these birds, perched at a vantage point waiting for breakfast to be delivered.
This one is in a hurry, probably late for work 😀 This was taken while on a boat ride on the river Periyaar.
This picture was taken by the kind boatman as we weren’t allowed to move about on the boat. They don’t seem to be in any hurry. In fact, they seem ready for bed after a satisfying meal 😀
We were waiting for the boat, I wonder what they were waiting for – breakfast in someone’s pocket perhaps?
That’s it from me. I hope I didnt break any rules. Which one did you like the best?
Hello and good day to you. Today I am participating in Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt. The prompt is Magical Village. It can be any variation of the prompt or the image (below).
The photo is rather magical and made me throw caution to the wind and attempt a free verse. Actually, I am not even sure, if that’s what it is – anyway, here goes.
The World of Trees
Fireflies line the path
Magical village
Hiding in plain sight
A lush rustling village
No wants and little needs
Strife there was none.
Oblivious of taunts, curses
and betrayals
Partners for life with
ample space for young’uns
Once they grew roots
they too stayed put.
Some were short, some tall
some colorful, some shy
The naked and the bedecked
together, no bite in their bark
Phoenix rising from the ashes,
They were that magical.
Passing travellers stop by
Catch a break,
have a stretch, grab a bite,
Scratch an itch or build a home
They leave without even
A hug, a pat or a backward glance
Once in a while
When the weather is fine,
a light wind blowing
they nod and
wave to each other
going about their daily chores
Day in and day out, these
voiceless master chefs concoct
magic out of thin air
Some make tea, some coffee
Offering children of their heart
an arm, a leg, their whole being
With no expectations
the tireless village plods on
in pursuit of its
Endless thankless task
-- Feed and sustain
20 quintillion lives and counting
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Thanks for visiting and your kind comments and suggestions. Have a super weekend.
Note (8/10/23): I changed the title of the poem as I felt that otherwise the poem was very obscure for most readers. Do let me know your thoughts. Thanks
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