Frae Whaur Ah See

Let’s take a reality check,

Well.. What is real something ?

I remember seeing this episode, on television, where the protagonist is an actress she tells her brother, it takes me 15hrs of work to 5lakhs and it takes you 15 minutes to blow it up.  We could talk about the make believe world of the actors, we could talk about ivory towers, well that is their reality.

This whole concept of real, unreal, illusion it is all so confusing,  is Harry Potter real? What would my parameter for real be? Is a Vblog real?  If real is something you can see and hear, well you can do that on when you view my Vblog, but it is only through internet, there is absence of touch. You can see me read me, comment on me, I connect with you on all these platforms, but I do not know where you are from, what your actual name is…. though I know all that about Harry Potter, his fears, dreams , strength and weakness, does that make him real and you an illusion?

The tenet of of reality goes, that it is intangible, or existential, or the experimental truth, but which one of them is my reality? Reality is not something that is a derivative nor is it dependent. It could be an illusion, yet it is quite persistent. Now does all that sound tangled and contradictory?

The duality of life, the sathya and mithya… hindu philosophies ponder quite bit on it, but somewhere along the way, Shankaracharya who said “Aham Brahmasmi” gave us “Bhaja Govindam” and Madhavacharya who gave us “Vayu Jeevothama, Hari Sarvothama ” gave us, ikya. Isn’t it strange, that the beliefs transform along the way.

Somewhere I realize that reality to great extent is our thinking,

Reality is about being real and nothing ever becomes real until is experienced, so does that make the past unreal? Well maybe but scars have a strange way of reminding us that our past is real.

Again if reality is the experiential world we live in it is framed on the beliefs that we harbour, and maybe each of us live in our own unique world, which kind of private and very different from that inhabited and experienced by others… if reality is differs from to person to person, then reality is no longer monolithic or in a single plane… maybe it is time to talk about plural realities… with plural realities should we consider some more real than the other? Maybe the bunch of similar realities then what happens to the world of a schizophrenic? For the schizophrenic it is real… we then are in a place where we can no longer say that we are in touch with reality and he is not. We probably are in a state where he lives his reality and cannot get us in touch with it, while we live our reality and we cannot get him to connect with it, so what are we talking about?

madhva acharya


Difference in communication… then probably that is the real problem. To me there is no reality except the contained within us, which could why so many people live such unreal lives, they take the images from outside them for reality, and do not allow the world within to assert itself.


We are all Samurai’s


Well Anita you have asked me to take my session three for the course I conducted on theatre for the BBA students. Anyway, this is like putting it together…

There is a vital question you left out who is a hero or defining a hero …

  • a person greatly admired for his great or brave act or fine qualities
  • a person who is admired greatly.
  • The chief male character of a play or story.

The third I think is a stand alone; I would rather say the male character round who the play revolve. If I were to talk about Indian plays, or stories the Hero is called the Nayaka or the protagonist whose story we are narrating.

To be called the hero according to Sharadatanya the author of the treatise on drama called Dasarupaka the person has to well bred, charming, liberal clever, affable, popular, uright, eloquent , of exalted lineage, resolute and young, endowed with intelligence, energy, memory wisdom, skilled in chatushashti kala mighty, vigorous, and obeys order in short a person who is a figment of imagination.

Hero’s are further classified by Sharadatanya as Lalitha, or the young light hearted hero, the Santa the calm collected, Udatta the self contained and exalted, finally the Uddhatta or the exalted, yet jealous and arrogant. These classifications of course have subtypes.

In the author Joseph Campbell goes the describe what makes an hero when talks of the hero’s cycle, the hero according to him is normal laid back person until his placid existence is challenged by some adversity. Initially the hero is too laid back to face the challenge, but then accepts it. Usually come across in threes. He is supported in this task by two friends that again bring in the three, who not only strengthen him but they are also his weakness. The universe would bestow a mentor to him who is usually a wise elder, fairy, and wizard something or someone who has the ability for magic. He also comes across someone who befriends him, but is actually the tormentor.

The hero traditionally fails his task twice, then when he realizes his blind-spot and takes the help that is offered to him he wins over the challenge and finally get trophy …the princess, the kingdom whatever.

Here is the rendering of the hero from a story tellers point of view, if you are at heroes as people who are admired greatly then heroes are made by the path they choose and not the power they have, like Ronald Reagan observed heroes are not stronger than the others they are stronger five minutes longer. Being a hero also means ignoring how silly we feel.

“Think of all the stories you’ve heard, Bast. You have a young boy, the hero. His parents are killed he sets out for vengeance. What next?”super heroes
Bast hesitated, his expression puzzled. Chronicler answered the question instead. “He finds help. A clever talking squirrel. An old drunken swordsman. A mad hermit in the woods. That sort of thing.”
Kvothe nodded. “Exactly! He finds the mad hermit in the woods, proves himself worthy, and learns the names of all things, just like Taborlin the Great. Then with these powerful magics at his beck and call, what does he do?”
Chronicler shrugged. “He finds the villains and kills them.”
“Of course,” Kvothe said grandly. “Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.”
― Patrick RothfussThe Name of the Wind

To be honest we are all ordinary, we are all boring, we are all spectacular, we are all shy, we are all bold, yet we are all heroic  yet we are helpless at times, it just depends on the day, we are all Samurai’s here.


written for Indispire 141, prompt by Anita who blogs at




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.’

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.


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

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   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 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.


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.  

Prompt  122 thrown by Aditya Agarwal 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

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.


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.

As for me, I shop my style keeping my privacy intact try at .

Call to Action.

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?

Confused are you? Sometimes when we are dealing with breaking from a comfort zone an external push does help.  Maybe that is the single push that will change things for you… maybe you should head towards…

Ambling and Rambling through Food Fads

plinky coffee and cake#FoodFads

I have this conviction that good food, good eating is all about risk. Whether we are talking about unpasteurized milk, raw oysters or working for organized crime associates food is an adventure.

Think of going on a date, it’s like Jones triad, at least three of a set of symptoms should be present to make diagnosis. A date has three possible parts, of which at least two must be offered – entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can be reduced proportionately, when affection is the entertainment then we no longer call it dating. Under no circumstances can food be omitted.seasonal vegetables.

All the nutritionists, and dieticians can take a walk, they take away the “comfort food” from our zone. For me “comfort food ” in itself is a strange idea, isn’t every food comforting in its own way! Why are certain foods disqualified? Can’t fancy food be soothing in the same way as granny food? Must it always be loaded with memories like Proust’s Madeleine? Or can it be merely quirky, like M.F.K.Fishcher’s tangerine ritual, she dried them on a radiator, then cooled them on her Paris windowsill.lunch lady

Actually comfort foods are food that reassures it is different things to different people. Some foods are so comforting, so nourishing of body and soul, that to eat them is to be home again after a long journey. To eat such a meal is to remember though the world is full of knives and storms; the body is built for kindness. The angels, who know no hunger, have never been satisfied.  The secret of life’s success lies in eating we like and let the food fight in out inside. ‘

When it comes to my physical space of course food, is nutrition, it only nourishes me, it also empowers me to nourish another.  The essential constituents help in repair and rejuvenation of the body mind and spirit, which probably explains comfort food.  Our cravings reflect the void in our space,


this article is an excerpt from my NANOWRMO writing.

While it is true that many people simply can’t afford to pay more for food either in money or time or both, many more of us can. After all just in the last decade or two we’ve somehow found the time in the day to spend several hours on the internet and money in the budget not only to pay for broadband service, but to cover a second phone bill and new monthly bill for television which was formerly free. For many urban yuppies, spending more for better food is less a matter of ability than priority.

A country I truly pay homage to are the French, a people who have used their sophisticated culture and beautiful language to bequeath to the world the sliced potato.

As for luxuries of life nothing beats eating while you read, unless it is reading while you eat, I do both, they are not same thing as you will see if you will think the matter over.


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