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Thursday, November 16, 2017


For a lover of nature, sky gazing is like traversing the depths of imagination and reflection!

S is for SKY GAZING:

Since I've initiated myself into amateur photography, sky gazing has become an inspiring hobby with me. It is especially so, when I’m amidst hills during summers. In the congested urban milieu, what you see above is upper stories of houses, hindering the sky view and reducing it to a limited entity. 

Among hills, the scene is altogether different. While you step out on the balcony in the morning sipping your ginger tea, your eyes wish to take up the freshness of the setting all at once. Your gaze goes up spontaneously. The rising sun dispatches its magical signals through the wide-ranging hues in the east. The sprawling mountains present signs of imminent  arrival of illumining splendor. When finally the sun rises, it lights up the earth with its magnificence. Every object wreathes in smiles of celestial sweet warmth.

The sunset, the twilight hour with its gloaming hues takes our breath away. It is a metaphor for  the time of the day, which is mind blowing  wrapped in  an exotic color palette. 

During rains sky gazing has its own indescribable charm. The endless designs of soaring clouds are simply mesmerizing. Every minute the shape, size and texture of clouds undergo changes. Your whole being whispers to itself, “What a wonder!” The unique natural phenomenon is humbling. It reminds us, how inconsequential human being is in the universal scheme of things.

The sight of the dark menacing clouds is equally enchanting. They give loud and clear message of their intentions. The subsequent heavy showers act as a boon, when the earth is parched and sundry vegetation and plants are withering during peak summers.

Many a poet and a painter have been stirred by the beauty of the sky and produced great literature and paintings. The tapestry of the sky has captivated photographers to click unforgettable pictures delighting the connoisseurs of art.

Moon lit starry skies have continuously enticed generations of cupid bitten couples to exchange love bites in the eerie light of the night. Novelists, short story writers, poets have used reams of paper to sing paeans in praise of star-studded nights. Literature abounds in tales of handsome knights and bewitching ladies smitten by each other, professing undying love in mystic moon light.

When everything is lost, sky watch, moon and stars will still be there to liven us up!

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017


"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending on earth; without rain there would be no life."   John Updike

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. John Updike
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R is for rain clouds:

Dark menacing clouds over Shivalik hills during monsoon season.

For us young children decades back, rainy season was a much awaited event. It afforded us thrill, excitement and that indescribable feeling of getting drenched while coming back from school with our friends. Laughing and hopping around trying to save our school bags under our frocks, unmindful of the cares of the world used to be uniquely exhilarating. The special treatment our mothers gave us- changing into crisp clothes, eating or drinking  something hot after being tucked into  bed. It was all heavenly.

Coming back to the present, who does not love the floating clouds giving some hope of cool showers, when the earth is parched, plants are withering and our bodies haven been scorched in the extremely hot summer months. The clear blue sky and sometimes that nature's magic in the form of a rainbow bowls us over completely.

Rains have a calming effect on the senses. They make us reflective. The rich and luxuriant natural beauty after a heavy spell of rain drowns all the existential negativity. Every droplet of rain is a priceless gift of nature to mankind.

If occasionally rains disrupt life, it is usually our lopsided planning!

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Wednesday, November 1, 2017


"We didn't realize we were making memories,we just knew we were having fun."

Q is for quirky game of childhood:

How about narrating a quirky game, we played in our childhood. My reflections on the subject took me back in time, when I’s in my primary school years. Then the evenings were wholly solely meant to be indulged in whatever thrilled us. There was  complete surrender to the idea of delight with ‘no care in the world attitude’.

How splendid childhood days were! Wish they could be replicated. Perhaps, they would, “if wishes were horses” and we could ride back in time. The utmost one can do is to wallow in nostalgia.  Well, to pen those moments’ means recreating the repertoire of emotions, excitement, passion and sheer joy, which I think is beyond words. Yet, try I must.
We were a gang of girls and our games were girly. The most popular one was Chupa Chupai (‘Hide and seek’). Though, there were many other games in our kitty, yet nothing could beat the pleasure, thrill and physical workout ‘Hide and seek’ entailed.

Our playgroup consisted of about half a dozen girls, more or less of the same age. We’d gather at a predetermined house of one of the participants at the stipulated time. To start with, one of us had to become the volunteer seeker. She was supposed to go near the boundary of the house, close her eyes and count up to a fixed number (mostly up to ten) slowly and loudly to  allow others to conceal themselves.  On our part, we’d run helter - skelter like maniacs to find the spookiest place to hide. In no time, we would squeeze our small bodies behind cobwebbed Amirah’s, under the low cots, in the farthest dirty corner somewhere, in the congested storeroom behind tin trunks and behind dark bathroom doors. The war like cry of the seeker, 'here I come' used to send chill down our spines. Our hearts would thump in our tender bodies in fear and ecstasy. When the seeker’s footsteps were heard close by, we would even stop breathing to prevent being caught. The suspense would keep us on edge. Finally, after gnawing tense moments, one of us would we found out to the accompaniment of shouts, screams and clapping. Everyone would emerge from her hideout.  The one found out first would assume the role of seeker and the game would start once again.

I wonder why we never had enough of it. Only our parents', admonitions could drag us home.

For a couple of years more, we kept this tempo of playing various games with complete abandon.  Soon life entered a more serious phase with its own problems and shocks and the girly games were played no more.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2017


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"Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks."

P is for 'Paper Boats':

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I’m talking about 1950s when making and floating paper boats was the most exciting activity, we as young children indulged in. Simple life and times generated simple pleasures full of fun and thrill. The joy of floating boats fashioned out of old newspapers far surpassed the enjoyment emanating from any other activity during monsoons. The puddles of water here and there invited us youngsters to plunge into water to do splish-splash. Laughter, would reach the skies when clothes were partly wet and clung to the body. Continuous blinking happened as the tiny droplets of now muddy water found a way to reach our eyes. In the free for all hullabaloo one of us uttered the word, ‘Kistian liayo’ (bring the boats) and everyone would run screaming and shouting to get the paper to make boats.  By then almost all of us knew how to turn paper into boats.

The way I learned the art needs mentioning. For a couple of years, I would cajole my older bro to make a paper boat for me. He would take his time simply to tease me. One fine day his generosity had the better of his whims and he taught me the, how to. Afterwards there was no stopping me. My friends of the neighborhood would also pester their parents to help them in making perfect boats. Very soon however, most of us mastered the art. We would sit in a circle and release our boats in the water.  Chuckling ecstatically, we eyed the wobbly movement of the boats and sometimes would step in to the puddle to straighten our boats. The adventure would continue until our mothers called us for dinner. For a week or so,we'd be at it with gusto and then slowly the enthusiasm would transfer to some other game.

How our brains register past memories and are able to recreate them is puzzling indeed. A psychologist calls it “mental time travel”. Memories cement our bonding with the past and shed light on the growth of our personalities.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017


“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The physical world around us comprises unique natural forces. Plants, animals, mountains, landscapes, sun, moon, stars, oceans, rivers et al. are  manifestations of the natural world surrounding us. It is mind blowing, awe-inspiring and mysterious. The scientists have come up with multiple explanations of the natural phenomena. Yet quintessentially I think it remains a mystery, which belies comprehension. We would love to keep it that way.  The human race is lucky enough to be related to a  vast cosmic kaleidoscope that sustains, motivates and heals.

'N' is for Nature

Flowers are one of the greatest miracles of nature. Even a tiny stem adorns a winsome bloom. The pattern of myriad hues, shapes and sizes is staggering. I still remember: the awesome rows of annuls, seasonal blooms, flowering trees, beds and pathways blazing with gorgeous blossoms in 'Buchart garden' in Victoria (Canada). The stunning beauty of the floral garden stole our heart away.

The enthralling magnificence of the rising sun over mountains is a rarefied  gift of nature.The mixture of scintillating colors around its emergence is too extraordinary for words.
 How subtly the sun spreads its golden sunshine  to be lapped up by all organisms down under. What can be more uplifting?!

A small plateau nurturing trees big and small amidst hills always  becomes a center of attraction for those who pass by.  It is a scene, which breaks the monotony.

Monsoon clouds wearing designer dresses laden with tons of water keep enchanting whenever you look heavenwards. How keenly we wait for those precious drops,when the earth is parched and dry. A blessing indescribable!

The mynas perched on a wire seem to be participating in their morning assembly. How the twittering, chirping birds make our mornings so special. Especially on breezy days their joy needs no bounds. They uplift our moods and  warm our souls.One instinctively exclaims, 'what a blessing this life is!'

 I'm a nature lover. Nature is my ally in all my pursuits. Its bewildering specimens keep the mystery of life and its complexities alive in the human heart.

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