Cinders.

Burning of Holika… happened when Hiranyankashapu wanted to destroy his son Prahalada the old wives give it a simple good wins over evil hue. There are people who give it profound philosophical depth about burning the negatives within us, and going to the “morally superior” plane. To the sceptic in me it occurs, that okay we collect all the winter dry debris and burn it, garbage gone, dull and dried out… and welcome spring which is all about procreation and energy.

After recovering from 40% burns, through sheer willpower and grit, reference to three things I would like to burn seems like flagging a red cape before the bull. But maybe so, because the colour red exciting the bull is all bullshit..

Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, palak paneer in the pot nine days old… the young shop assistant looks at me aghast …I possibly could not confess that i left this cooker on a burning stove and went out to the market!!

Hey interesting isn’t it when stove burns it contains the fire; it uses fuel, gives out heat, that is another usage of the word burns. I definitely think twice something that consumes fuel and gives off heat… after all resources are not squandered. .

Burn is also combustion… like the engines of various vehicles, well would I want to do that I do not have the technical knowhow, and having dealt with my own personal spontaneous combustion I think I rather give it a skip,  think about this lingering bottled up anger… it never reveals the true colours of an individual then it slowly gets all mixed up, rotten, confused, and becomes, very volatile unstable and combustible then one small ignition and boom the explosion occurs totally foreign and different to the natural self… yes we definitely skip it.

When the stove burns it contains the fire, this helps to cook, to keep warm whatever, we are all born with the fire within us, do,  should we contain it like the stove or do we let it out free for all… containing it would mean experiencing discomfort like burning with jealousy, shame or whatever we choose to call the cinders, or we could burn with ambition, give it fuel, let the light and heat out and accelerate to action, so that the human doing will manifest as the powerful human being.

It’s okay  if the burn down as occurred like a burnt down houses, it’s not a burn sentence on an electric chair, one can rise from the ashes like the phoenix and fly to different vista’s at different altitudes.

The Kabala has a beautiful philosophy, which is each week comes with its own unique opportunities for transformation. When we do connect with the energy of the week then we transformed, we are empowered and the major shift occurs. Maybe the belief that transformation happens when we are ready for it has been burnt too deep into me, so I think this musing over three things which would burn… flags the connect. However the bottom line, things I would burn

  • The stove to cook the food that nourishes.
  • Incense that cleanses and takes the staleness away.
  • Body fat to make myself more aesthetic.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

 

 

Fill In the Blank

She opened a blank page, in her note book, if she had to be honest Narmada would confess, the entire book was blank. Each day for the past two months she has been sitting to think of what to write, there were things that set her arse on fire, but putting them on paper gave her headache, she reckoned somewhere she twisted her face, with an attempt to think, but only landed up feeling stupid, instead she walked around with a blank mind hoping something from somewhere would fill it up.

She called her therapist up, the therapist told her you need to get up each morning as write 3 pages, long hand, no spell checks or grammar checks, and most important do not read it.

Narmada was furious, here I am telling her that i cannot write and she tells me write. Entire week of resisting, demanding the therapists attention with indirect tactics, but her therapist stayed firm.

“You are supposed to help me,”

“Narmada I am here to help, not to spoon feed you or step in for you.”

“Can’t just give me a pill to deal with depression”

“I can, but I won’t” the therapist for was firm,”I do not want to be the next peg for you to hang on.”

Narmada, eventually agreed to do what the therapist said, write the three damn pages as she woke up in the morning, it was crazy the therapist was clear no thinking just write what ever words float, strangely words did not float, what floated were images of a blue snake, of a woman walking on the road in blue.

A week of writing was really bad, then came the realization the story that set her butt on fire was a lingering bottled up anger, it was the authentic story that wanted to emerge, on the contrary it had become mixed up, rotten, confused, and was highly combustible, it could burst out and bring out a very different narrative than what was supposed to come out!

As she came into the 4th week of writing the morning pages, Narmada realized creation was one the strangest acts.

As a writer for it was a blank page or note book for her, it could have been a block of stone, or wood or a silent musical instrument that beckoned.

With the morning pages the prison guard “Mary Kutty” had weakened and angry dragon within was exorcised she could now look inside herself.  She could now through the bait and fish around for that elusive  cloud vapour fish, that made her live in clamour and reshape it or even fit it in where she wanted it to be, she could latch on things, and bring forth things out of head like Zeus brought forth Athena.

This abstract will-o-wisp could take tangible shapes and forms.

People in the support group said, it was as if images emerged on the canvas, or the musical resonated on its own.

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this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

The morning pages had given her cohesion, and brought forth something, her mind had ordered and succeeded in manifesting something beautiful out of nothing, it was like a glimpse of the divine.

A blank page now told her, that there was infinite potential, every page, like every moment contained possibilities that she could possibly not imagine, every day, came with a blank page, it was for her to fill with the most beautiful feelings, it was for her to create the space for the story, for the drawing.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Devout iz greun.

Godliness in greenery…

This associated with Ganesh chaturthi, we seem to fall into a pattern. Since I am agnostic, I was just pondering on the colour green.

out of reachThe colour of the flora, colour of the anahata chakra, heart chakra if you wish to call it so. chlorophyll such a dominant colour in the world of plants, that we tend to forget that there are leaves that are not green, yet we call the environment greenery. I am all for these nourishing colours don’t get me wrong.

Green in nature is one thing and green in literature is another, there is seems to be huge antipathy between literature and nature, bring them together and see it, yet when we look beyond the obvious it is interesting. For example Green With Envy is an oft used term, and Green Bucks refers to paper currency, and commerce is the new green, spend your money where your beliefs are…

Greens, if I were to look for it in nature, there is a bank out there, olive, jade, lime, leaf, kiwi, silver green of the back of a birch leaf, the bright pistachio.  The presence of green in water tells us of the marine life and I am told depending on the shade of green in the water one can tell if the water has healing herbs, or if it sweet drinking water unlike the blue which usually is salty.plinky 1

But green tinted phlegm indicates streptococcal infection.

Symbolically green represents balance, nature, spring, rebirth and prosperity.  Its oft said that it does not matter how green a blade of grass is when it is already trampled beneath the feet, the irony is the green leaves the un-cemented walking path, but persistently emerges through the tile edge of the cemented sidewalk. The creeper that climbs the drain, and moss the grows on the wall, only tell us, that green sustains.

plinky treeAfter all plants is the second level of the collective consciousness of life, crystals being the first. Green is the colour of romance or sringara in Indian aesthetics, while green is the colour of eternal life  for Japanese, green is progress put them together and we green the colour of divinity.Both Venus and Aphrodite are associated with the colour green.

Thoreau calls himself the Patron saint of swamps –“” because he enjoyed being in them and writing about them said, “my temple is the swamp… When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most impenetrable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum… I seemed to have reached a new world, so wild a place…far away from human society. What’s the need of visiting far-off mountains and bogs, if a half-hour’s walk will carry me into such wildness and novelty.” –― Henry David ThoreauWalden and Other Writingssupa1

The ancients had the tradition of the sacred grooves, these helped to maintain biodiversity. Maybe it is time to revive them.  an acre of forest spruce boggles, no one, maybe ten square miles of cultivated land could gladden hearts, but the plant kingdom knows no hierarchy, fecundity of the plant kingdom is not an assault on human values, or existence, plants are not our competitors, they are our prey and our nesting material. Their proliferation, should mean to us, just what the population explosion of mice would mean to owls, fecundity is anathema to the animal mind, we look at acres of forest and say acres and acres of predators that makes its chilling, which becomes acceptable if we were to say… reservoir of clean air, and larder of prey okay lets also thrown soothing to the soul and sight.draupadi jadai

Going green starts with a shift in consciousness, that shows up with every choice we make, like using a reusable water bottle, reducing the use of diapers and non biodegradables, planting that one plant in the pot and converting the kitchen waste to bio-fuel or compost.

If we were to be brutally frank, then green life would not mean meditating in a centrally heated room, on a macramé mat, in front of an Amerindian dream catcher, and a homemade lamp, not mentions incense and ugly spider plants, nor does it mean writing vitriolic-witty blogs or newspaper articles, and then rushing off in a gas guzzling vehicle to collect children from school, feeding them soup made from dehydrated soup powder, or giving them a microwaved heated pre-cooked meal. Neither living a greener life demands certain amount of both self-sacrifice and discipline, saving the planet is not lip service nor waiting for superman. Like every adventure it means getting your hands a little dirty and putting ourselves a little out.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Vision 2050 A Reality Check

vision 2050Where do I see India by 2050? BlogAdda wants a space on my blog dedicated to India, with a vision where I think India will be in the year 2050…

Sorry to be a party pooper

Here is the reality check… we are not a force to reckon with as we like to imagine, we will be a force to reckon with by 2050, simply because by 2022 we will over take china as the country with largest population.

The world population projection for 2050 is 9.7 million, though major population explosion as a continent will be in Africa.

The life span wills more so the global population will get older, the number of people of 65 and more are projected to triple in US particularly the population of seniors is expected to double from 41 million to 86 million.vision 2050 2

This would mean workers are pressured with greater number of dependents to deal with. It would mean a trade of young for old.

There are various other challenges that are emerging, like a scarcity of essential commodities like water, fresh water might become an issue unless we begin working on it right away.

With governments focusing on non-agrarian development environment gets threatened.

Exceeding mineral diesel is resulting in carbon saturated climate, increases in temperature resulting in loss of natural resources on one hand and decreased agricultural production on the other.

biodieselIssues of carbon sequestration in the soil, contaminates the soil again damaging the cultivation. So one hand we are talking about increased population and on the other we are talking about decreased food production, this directly leads to food security. Since access to food would definitely be an issue.

The only answer here is sustainable development, which is what UN is looking at, and we need to look at if we really want to be a force to reckon with.

Sustainable development is actually 2 ideas.

  • Impact of economics, social and environmental culture on one another.
  • A sensible workable dynamic to make the planet survive longer.

vision 2050 3The entire world is interconnected and humanity as a whole is affecting everything aspect of the planet. Look at the disparity, on one hand we have China creating magnetic travel, while Dhaka still deals with cycle rickshaw. We are somewhere in between and we are in both the terrains.

If our development has to be sustainable, then we need to understand the 4 dimensional challenges, of economics, sustainable work culture communities, compounding it with political governance.  The four dimensions would be, economic, social, environment and government systems.

Sustainable development also is having a holistic view of how the society should be, that would mean we develop normative or ethical approaches in identifying goals for the society. This goal should bring about economic enrichment which is accessible across gender, religious and racial ethnicity.

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this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

Sustainable development is to ensure maintenance of biodiversity. It might be a good time to give up mineral diesel for Biodiesel.

The crucial aspects of sustainable development would achieving well being and prosperity, whose key markers would be

  • Health
  • Life expectancy
  • Working span of an individual.
  • Growing food, and managing its transport to meet the basic needs of the country.

If we do not head for a holocaust, then 2050 comes with multiple challenges of aging society, increased population, polluted climate, carbon sequestered soil, a need to produce more food and fiber to a growing population on a smaller rural labour force. Diminishing fresh water, eroded natural resources.

Here is a time to look at the alternates and move towards strengthening rural India. It is also the time to create start-ups that are focused on the needs of the country to sustain and develop it.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

https://parwatisingari.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/world-population-day/

https://parwatisingari.wordpress.com/2016/08/10/bio-fuel/

 

Celebration Dedicated to…

a dedicationHaa…. Anita, you are pushing me to publish this blog up before my research is complete. Last year I looked at the fun day dedications, this year I am tracing the UN and WHO dedications. Of course some random dedications here and there, like the all  important World Chocolate Day dedication.

Actually the west calls it dedications, we call festivals, if you look at it is the same.

plinky memoriesPost world war we have had cultural shifts and people were uprooted, economic equations, and power wielders have changed. So day dedication became a way to create a inclusive society and inclusive collective history.

It was also a way to reconnect to an ideology.

A day dedication to a cause, actually lets us take stock of where we began, where are we now, and where would we like to go ahead, it allows people to share their journey’s. it is a way of acknowledging the people who have achieved. It brings together people who are dedicated to a cause, it allows for an awareness to be created, which in turn could trigger a change.

xammi- soap boxThen each year has its own theme, so that, the relevant area gets nurtured or highlighted through the year.

Unfortunately day dedications are appropriated by the ad-men and we have some really interesting day dedication, like USA has a day dedicated to underwear! I am not jocking (pun indented.)

Coming to what would I dedicate a day to… I here by declare the world shall dedicate this day the 8th of July to Pani Puri for posterity … on this day we shall binge on the ultimate soul food the Pani Puriwho am I

Do you ask me why?

Think about this, every Hindi movie lets you know that the pauper princess brings prince charming to terra firma by introducing him to the Pani-puri at the street. The choice could not more symbolic, for pani puri represents the ultimate Indian way of life,  our socialistic and democratic values manifesting, digest it or not…  it is the truth

panipuri (3)Dough made of flour, our staple food.

Deep fried as small puri’s telling us that we all deserved to be pampered.

The filling is made pulses, my mother used to give us sprouted moong instead of the alu-channa combination, we protested when she tried introducing grated carrot. But yes an array of mashed veggies can be used.

The sweet date chutney, again dates are high on nutrition value.

The spicy water reboots a dying digestive system.panipuri (2)

It is the ideal food that Ayurveda talks about, light, with all the flavours and yet pampers the tongue.

The puffed puri with rounded edge is like the crust of the earth, and the like the earth is covered with 70% water the Panipuri holds 70% water too. this makes it a good summer snack, and the spicy water makes it a good way to dispel colds and de-clog a blocked nose.

As a business venture it is excellent, it can be served asynchronously, it allows for extensions, and up gradation into Sevi-Puri, Dahi-Puri, Ragda Puri. It allows every consumer to titter the dish to his or her own personal preference of sweet- sour- spice without troubling the person who is serving.

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this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

But most importantly no matter where you eat it, if eaten in the right manner it is a humbling experience, the hand that serves is always above the hand that receives.

Coming to How I would celebrate it, there would be no two ways, we would have a Chat party that would include Chaat.

But between you and me, let me let you in on a secret of day dedications and celebrations — “When a bumptious person can’t satiate oneself with an empty praise from others, s/he may go a step further to organize a get-together to bring all people of own nature under a single roof to meet, deliberate, celebrate, collaborate, greet, treat , appreciate or even felicitate one another.”
― Anuj Somany

This Blog is written for the 125th edition of Indispire by Indiblogger. Blog prompt If you could dedicate a day for a special  someone or something, you love/hate, who/what would it be ? and How will you celebrate it? Prompt by Anita who blogs at http://www.anitaexplorer.com/

Let love in to Your Life

bettylove is not an easy task, love comes with its share of pain and guilt share a story or invent one where that pain is revealed in a form most unimaginable in direction not thought.

But  Lao Tze said, being in deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage. In either case where does pain come from?

Love is liberating, when you are in love the pheromones in the body are high, there is a sense of invincibility, we let ourselves flow and then things just happen.

I see one more prompt that talks of love and betrayal,

If one is talking about love resulting in pain, guilt or betrayal, then we are talking huge inner children here, those that have understood love as pain, or guilt or betrayal. We accept the love we think we deserve.”

After I wrote https://parwatisingari.wordpress.com/2016/02/19/at-the-grief-circl/   actually dealt with a painful relationship people said they felt the characters pain, some even thought that it was my own story, its not, I have a now I hate you, now I love you relationship with Mr.D going strong and steady, but my heroine Kangana needed to heal, She nurtures a strong belief that husbands are promiscuous, relationships are doomed to result in pain because of betrayal. This created an inner child who felt she could control things being the person who everyone depended on. and presto… the jhol begins.

In https://plinkyprompt.wordpress.com/2016/06/04/lovelorn/ it was pain of having lost something. Well, this is a tough one, I know people who cling, but then there are people who move on, there is the sand on hand who empathizes with the sea and takes all the things that the sea throws, she is happy with what she has, so is the moon who is at peace going with flow, but it is turbulent sea who is on the fight-flight mode.

Sometime in our life, I truly believe, we find someone who can completely turn our world around. We tell them things that we’ve never shared with anyone else, and they absorb everythin we say and actually want to hear more. We share hopes for the future, dreams that didn’t come true, goals that were not achieved, life’s disappointments. When something wonderful happens we can’t wait to share it with them, knowing that our excitement will be theirs. They are not embarrassed to cry with us when we are hurt or laugh with us when we have made a fool ourselves,. Never do they hurt our feelings, or make us feel inferior, but they rather build us up and show things about us to ourselves that makes us feel special and maybe even beautiful. There is no pressure, jealousy or competition, but only a quiet calmness when they are around. We can be ourselves and not worry about what they think of us because, they accept us and maybe even love us for who we are.

Things that used to be insignificant before maybe a song, a note suddenly because invaluable treasures, to cherish. Memories of childhood comes back clear and vivid maybe I should say the  it’s almost like being young again, colours become brighter and more brilliant, laughter comes easy, so does a smile. These are people in whose presence you are not forced to converse, but having them around is enough to be contented. Things that were not important to us become important because they are important to this person who is important in our life.

We know that there is a chance that the heart might be broken, we are willing to be vulnerable and open our hearts to joy, and love its so real that it can be scary. But knowing that we have a true friend beside us is fortifying.  In love you may not be your partners, first, last or only. Your partner may have loved before, may love again, but if your partner loves you now, what else matters? I mean he/she is not perfect—but neither are you, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if you can make one another laugh, cause one and another to think twice, and admit to being human, making mistakes, then hold on and give each other the most you can.  Your partner may not think about you every second of the day, but he/she will give a part of her/him that she/he knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt, don’t try to change, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than he/she can give. Smile when she/he makes you happy. Let her/him know when she/he makes you mad and miss him/her when he/she is not there.

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this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

Remember the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. You know you are in love when you can’t sleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. so  let love in, there is no pain, guilt or betrayal.

By the way this was the original blog I wrote.  https://plinkyprompt.wordpress.com/2016/06/21/love-lament/  

Prompt  122 thrown by Aditya Agarwal https://lovelosslustlife.wordpress.com/ for indispire.

 

Cafe Karma…

cafe KarmaWelcome to Karma Cafe…

Boomed the Amitabh like Baritone voice of the presenter all the first years sat in awe, this was a sorority, the sorority that churned many new age Guru’s those who wore their Levis, and FabIndia with pride and reverence was expressed with a hug.

Today’s deliberation was on Karma, like many others in the room, I was there more for the heck of it, no let me be honest to pit my understanding with the understanding of the other…yes I am ashamed but to be honest pass judgements on myself and the others.

the cafe launched by the flower children of 1960. Have become the elite, and venerable of today.  Today they were to share their collective wisdom on Karma…Karma a force created by a person’s action or so says the Merriam-Webster dictionary, it also allows that it could be cause of good or bad happening to a person.disguise

each of us in room had our own perceptions of karma that we curate from various ways that the word emerged in our space.

“nanna karma”  that, ”owe my fate” constant epithet sprouted by the family elders gave me an impression of a diligent police who sat up in the skies peering through looking at the mere mortals adding up good and bad, and sending bad something like a socialistic pattern.

But first time that I really went beyond it was a story in Chandamama which in turn was credited to the Jain stories  if I remember right the Kathasaritasagar, where a bandit was cursed by a sage, but the curse does not effect him, simply because he did his job with detachment, he did not hoard what he stole but distributed there was a whole gamut of actions that described his detachment, but the most relevant of them all was his capcity to be non judgemental, but one day when his son was killed, he exclaims that it was unfair at that moment the sages curse gets activated. Though it was beyond a 12yr. Old to actually understand this there was this question that kept popping up.the ghost

Karma eventually I have begun to believe is an action that we perform, and the charge it carries is the emotional charge we place on it. this action has a consequence, and we may be attached to the consequence of the action, and we will also react to the consequence setting into motion another karmic cycle. When we leave this body, the energies of the Karmic cycles is shed as an imprint, and it adheres to us on rebirth this gives us the pattern and cycles of behavior, reaction and existence.

Hypnotherapy actually gave me a space to work with breaking this karmic patterns and bonds.  Particularly in releasing old contracts and bonds.

For example we are at point of making a choice between two sets of action,  this choice has to be made in the present with clear vision, but usually it is dictated by the past.

Things like commitment  particularly to relationships, and career very often finance  we are unconsciously responding and reacting to an situation, agreement or decision that we make, these could be from current life or we could be living out a past life learning now that becomes Karmic.charity

I do not know if this could works for you, but this is something that triggered my journey into exploring past life. I had to release a Karmic agreement that I made,charity

Breathe in and breathe out, slowly focus on the rhythmic breathing taking your breathe deeper and deeper until you reach the point of the navel, now next 4-5 breathes breathe to the Navel and let the breathe out through your eyes, there will a kind of canvas, next 3-4 breathes it breathe to the navel and let go through the limbs, now next two breathes focus on your eye lids, the mind at this point becomes still.

Imagine a circle in front of you, imagine circles within it or out of it that could be present due to soul contracts,

With a soft gaze imagine burning up the contracts, or from the past that are preventing you from being who you are.

I had chosen self forgiveness, so it went something like this, I imagined burning up circles, with affirmations

I let go of being unforgiving towards myself or anyone else.

I release ides from my mental continuum that could create terror in my mind or in the mind of anyone else.

I release any agreement made by to follow old paths that are harmful and destructive.

almsAt this point I stepped out the circles and affirmed.

I step out of the collective curse of turmoil and panic.

I now easily access serenity within.

 I release irritability, sarcastic and antisocial behaviour

I release all painful connections with all those I have known from a past life.

As I release each of my contract, and learning the could feel it leaving my space, we then invited the cosmic violet light to heal, and place the suggestions that would allow us to heal,

My personal suggestions and affirmations were,

I am now confident and resolute.

I now know I’m free to move on through love.

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this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

Of course I did not remember any particular past life, or exact karma, but the process did release something in my space. I am still sarcastic though but I can feel a shift in my own behaviour patterns.

At the end of the day my understanding is quiet the mind and the sould will speak allowing us to choose freedom from patterns that bind us, and like Wayne.W.Dyer said, How people treat you is their Karma and how you react is yours.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ prompt welcome to cafe karma  June.11th 2016

In Commune

DSCN8308#instatales summer siesta @BlogAdda

The stillness of it all, we are told that still waters run deep, but somehow the image brought about a moment, and the moment was that moment when we enter a place of stillness, it awakens the divinity within us.

We actually do not know much about isolation and are clueless about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice-cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh through its changes, a plane will drone over the free way will vibrate in the air, red and white lights will pass in the sky, lights will shine along the highways and glance off windows. There is always a radio that can be tuned to some all-night station, or a television set to turn artificial moonlight into the flickering images of the late show. We can turn on the music system to whatever consolation we most respond to be it Mozart of chittibabu in my case or any other grateful dead.

Spiritual searchers Patanjali Yoga sutra tells us, need to become freer and freer of the attachment to our own smallness in which we get occupied with I-me and myself. pondering on large ideas or standing in front of things which remind us of a vast scale can free us from acquisitiveness and competitiveness and from our likes and dislikes. If we sit with an increasing stillness of the body and attune our mind to the sky or to the ocean or to the myriad stars at night, or any other indicators of vastness the mind gradually stills and the heart is filled with quiet joy. Also recalling our own experience in which we acted generously or with compassion for the simple delight of it without expectations of any gain can give us more confidence in the existence of a deeper goodness from which we may deviate.

All this profoundness eludes to me, to me  these trees in their stillness seem to experience eternity, and as I look at them I connect to my emotions, live through my passions and am able to keep my mind still, there is something about space and silence they seem like two aspects of the same thing, that essentially no-thing. they are externalization of inner space and inner silence which is stillness, the infinitely creative womb of all existence.

Confessions of Shop-o-phobic.

plinky see different“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.”
― Oscar Wilde

I hate shopping and I hate shopping for clothes still more. I am told shopping is a woman thing, it’s a contact sport like football, and women are supposed to enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds the danger of being trampled to death, and the ectasy of the purchase.for me,it is sheer torture, having the shop assistant invade my personal space, I think shopping is extremely complicated if you are a girl.

Shopping for clothes when we were younger was in way much more tedious, and in way much simpler. We walked down to the Gajanana stores, or the Pandya and sons and bought material, which was mom approved, then took it Lakshman tailors who tailored your stuff well when he was drunk. He would have a pattern book with cuttings of the popular actresses in popular “fashionable” designs and a month later we would go to pick it up.

Of course then there were the clothes that mom, or the friendly neighbourhood aunty tailored and even more horrendous ones were the ones we tailored in the “tailoring class” as instructed by Janki-teacher.

Then came the era of smasnuteesart and fusnu-jins just in case you are wonder what desserts are doing in the apparel section, well those words if read properly read as Smash Tee-shirt and Fu’s Jeans.

When we came of age and began to drape sari’s the torture was worse, since the shops were whosoever and sons and not whosoever and daughter!!   The shop assistant  starts off flinging the sarees open with such aplomb that the pallu gets displayed, then we decide the material, print, colour, border and finally the combination. The salesmen were quite pushy, you would actually have a Ekalavya the guard look like, or a MDH Masala grandpa look alike pick up a pink nylon/chiffon sarees and drape it around themselves. He would preen with it, drawing your attention to the intrinsic weave and patterns. It was enough for us to run right out of the shops.

Buying inners was the worst nightmare. First and foremost there were no brands, I cannot really remember walking in and asking for a brand. Of course the shop assistants were men, and yuck!! Like my friend used to say, ”But he will know what I am wearing inside, I feel so polluted.” I was saved of this torture since my mother bought my inners for me.

The arrivals of the superstores like BigBazaar, did away with the followers of Bahuchari-Maa,(the patron Goddess of transdressers) but these big baskets with inners thrown somehow turns out to be water cooler equivalent for the shop assistants of both genders.

Somehow fashion has got synonymous with dressing, though fashion is not something that exists in dresses only, fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas the way we live what is happening. Fashion is a statement of who we are and that is proclaimed to the world through the clothes we wear. Dress shabbily and they remember the dress, dress impeccably and them remember the woman.

To me style is knowing who I am and what I want to say, and not give a damn. Its about creating my own style.. unique to me, yet identifiable for others, some that endures and not change like fashion.

Its not very easy to grow up into a woman, we are always taught almost bombarded with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives, this what you wear at twenty, this is how you carry yourself at twenty five, this what you should do when you are seventeen, there is a huge lack of voice of assurance, there is no voice of comfort that’s where the ekalavya the royal guard turns fashion consultant.plinky gossip

All the same there are few things that are few things for a woman to be at any age, whether you are four or forty-four or nineteen, its great to be elegant, its fashionable to have grace, its glamorous to be brave and its always important to own and use a delectable perfume.

The word cheap is absolete, today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes.. there is a good clothing design on every level, you can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and Jeans its up to you.

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Post emergency era,

In a small sleepy village called Manipal is a sleepier high school. The library hall consisted of pre-teens and young adults none over seventeen.

A tall man who was reduced to wheel chair entered the room. He was wheeled in. and he started talking in his baritone timber. Over the next two hours he took the students on a journey, remember this is an era of no power point, or sound track.

The journey began with the gungi-gudiya and crown prince wanting more power. He talked of how the president was asked to sign the emergency and every voice that opposed it was suppressed.

The journey of people who were nabbed from their homes, imprisoned in unknown prisons, the torture by the officials, many  who died in prison and many like the speaker maimed for life. he had us shaken he had us motivated he had ready to pick the cudgels against the empire.

This man went to no public speaking school, nor was a toastmaster he was just a man who lived in integrity with his belief…The country knows him as Micheal Fernandez.

I am reading an Agatha Christie novel Destination Unknown, Dame Christie makes an interesting observation here, “the director of the establishment is just a facade, he is the person who is there because of his orator skills, he has been an evangelist leader before and an actor before that.”

Then there is the famous observation of the German woman who attended a speech by Hitler, she came saying she was all fired with nationalism when she heard Hitler but when she sat down to think about it, she could recollect his words, it was the air and the resonance.

From this space when I look at the current day, “professional motivational speakers” carefully marketed I often think I rather have a pastor who committed every horrible sin and repented, than a pastor that has no place of reference  or provides a burrowed  place of to preach redemption to a packed chapel full of sinners.

When I am done with considering all these evidences, and pronounce a judgement, and a lean back take a deep breath to actually see how effective these people are… the truth dawns, it is not about the speaker it is about the listener.. it is the listener who is ready for the change.

When life becomes an aware experience of truth, then everything becomes self-explanatory.  We are never as good as everyone tells us when we win, and we are never as bad as they tell us when we lose.

Here’s a scary thought, what if God called you to give beyond your comfort level? would you be afraid?  Would you try to explain it away or dismiss it as impractical and in the process  would you miss out on a harvest opportunity for which God had explicitly prospered you in the first place?

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