Posts Tagged ‘musing’

Sunlight, and thoughts

October 1, 2013

We’d gone for “lunner” or “dinch” to the Boathouse at Forest Park,and I looked out of the enclosed seating area at people who were sitting outside, at the edge of the water.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever”, goes the saying, and this applies to PYT’s too.

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I enjoyed the sunshine through her hair, I enjoyed her smile, and I hope life treats her well…we were ships that pass, not in the night, but in sunshine…will I ever see her again, and will I remember or recognize her if I do? I don’t know…

Thoughts about an Indian marriage

September 23, 2013

When a couple move from love tomarriage..they begin to navigate the thorny thickets of social customs, unspoken expectations, implicit equations, and the general interaction of personalities…marriage in India is not to one person but to the immediate, and extended, family…and is more complicated than any corporate management job!

Colours…and thoughts.

September 22, 2013

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Even if I am not a happy person, all I have to do is to reflect other people’s happiness, and I will become happy myself. I got this lesson from this dark brown, dull wooden wall, which reflected the bright colours.

Jigsaw Puzzle, 100913

September 12, 2013

Life…is fitting together the pieces
And making sense of it.
Your parent’s there to guide you
If the pieces don’t fit!

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St.Louis, 100913.

Friend on FaceBook? No way!

August 22, 2013

I got a message from Flora Williams, and since I wasn’t able to guage whether it was “genwine” or not, I replied, and asked her for more details. Now…you evaluate, from her reply:

“I am Miss Flora William,24yrs old from Freetown Sierra-Leone,the only child of Late Dr.David William who was killed by rebels when war broke-out in my country but my friends used to call me Miss Hope and i really love the name because i have hope that one day, i will be free from this place.I lost my parent and relatives during the war, but through the help of the UNITED NATION (UN) I was rescued and brought to Dakar Senegal refugee camp together with other surviving people.
My hobbies are,Swimming,dancing,cooking, meeting people, going to social activities, and also i like listening to good musics .I Will like to know more about you,your likes and dislike,your hubbies and what you are doing Presently. I will tell you more about myself and the main reason why i contacted you in my next mail.
As i told you earlier I am staying in a refugee camp.Staying here is more like a prison because we are restricted from doing or having some certain things here in the camp. This Refugee Camp is headed by a Rev. Father peter Johnson. He likes me so much to the point he call me his daughter,I do make use of his office computer to send email and i only enter his office when he is less busy. i wait to hear from you soonest.
kisses Flora William”

I am not planning to have anything further to do with the Flora of this species….call me cynical, call me hard-hearted….I am, ofkose, busy with my many hubbies….

Boarding the Treatment Train to the Terminus of Good Health

August 13, 2013

Life has a way of suddenly rearing up and throwing stink-bombs at you….a young friend of mine (25 years old!) has been diagnosed with a 2-cm hole in the heart, which, by virtue of its position, needs major surgery for closure (sometimes such holes can be fixed laparoscopically.) In the course of the diagnosis, diabetes was also discovered, and the path towards surgery has become further complicated. I feel miserable that I am so far away from this young couple at this time. However, the internet allows me to keep in touch, and I wrote to them, likening their lives now to a train journey….the Passenger Train to the Good Health Terminus.

I feel this simile is apt, because once ill health strikes, there is the hopeful journey forward towards eventual good health…but it will have a lot of stops along the way, like a passenger train. There will be good stations, and bad ones…good things, and not-so-good things, will happen. But the train will go rolling on….

Another thing I have found, while dealing with projected plans of action, is that “healthy (pun intended) pessimism” works for me. I *expect* delays and checks…so if they happen, yes, I can take them in my stride…and if they don’t…I feel happy that this part of the journey is smoothly accomplished.

Having said this…I think that it is NOT easy to continuously feel positive. There are the doubts, the “why me”, and the “what if”. They keep rising like thickets of weeds, in our mind. It’s a constant
battle and we have to keep fighting! Prayer, puja, homa, friends, family, humour, meditation…I take whatever help comes along. The confidence that I build up this way is the currency that will get me through this difficult train ride!

In a way, I suppose, this way of handling things works for me, no matter what difficulties I face in life. I’ve been lucky that I’ve been able to laugh at myself, and at my checks and reverses, and to me, being able to deal positively with the stink bombs is the ultimate victory. RSH (Random Shit Happens)…but if we are able to grapple with the shit and move forward, we have been successful in defeating what life has thrown at us.

Which way?

August 7, 2013

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I could go up that fence in two ways. Be stiff, uncompromising, straight up. But that might mean, I’d be wooden, and dead.

I could compromise, bend to the needs of the terrain, and grow in lateral ways. I’d be green and thriving, but I might not be straight.

Are there any simple answers to how I must meet a situation? What’s good, what’s bad? Depends upon me….

Prairie, Lewis and Clark State Historical Site, 270713

July 30, 2013

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Under the summer sun
And the fleecy clouds,
The prairie flowers bloom.
Before the day is done
There will be crowds
Of insects, fighting for room
On the blossoms, to partake
Of the nectar so sweet.
Wings help the creatures make
Quick landings with six feet.
A scene of quiet and serenity
Appears to our eyes;
But the fast-paced activity
Of the insects is seen by the wise.

Coneflowers, Bee’s Balm and other flowers on the prairie, Lewis and Clark State Historical Center, Hartford, Illinois, 270713.

For photos of the birds over the weekend,

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For photos of the insects,

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For the Lewis and Clark State Historical Site,

click here

I dislike the practice of canvassing for votes

July 25, 2013

Dear Blogger, Photographer, or anyone else canvassing for my “valuable vote”.

I dislike the practice of canvassing for votes.

I have several friends in the running for several competitions, and I am voting for no one, because often I will be voting for one friend at the cost of another. How “valuable” could my vote be, if canvassing by you can secure it, not the intrinsic merit of your post or photo?

I don’t like to be told what I should do, even in a humorous vein. Eg, “Write good things, or lie if you like….. Note the topics, and emphasise on those” Why on earth would I want to do all that?

I blog myself. I don’t badger anyone to see my blogs. I post photos. I do not pester others to see my photos, or vote for them. I do not enter competitions as I too might turn to this kind of canvassing.

It’s not your problem; it’s mine. I do not like canvassing, that’s all. Have you seen the sentence, “Canvassing in any form will disqualify the candidate?” I wish that rule would apply. When you need to cast around for votes, there’s something fundamentally wrong…or at least, that’s my opinion.

I enjoy reading your posts, seeing your photographs. But I don’t like coercion or persuasion of any kind, and I don’t believe that we need to be competitive all the time. By all means let me know if you are in a competition…and then…please leave it to me to vote, or not, as I wish. Do not apply pressure of any kind.

This is not aimed at anyone in particular; it’s a general statement about my dislike of canvassing.(And it’s worse when I am bcc’d for canvassing!)

When melody is lost…

July 25, 2013

Sanjay Subramaniam is one of the Carnatic vocalists I normally like to listen to, very much.

Why “normally”?

Because of the video above. This, to my mind, is a prime example of what can happen when melody and “nidAnam” depart from our music. The song is “unnaiyallAl vErE gathi illai ammA” in the rAgam kalyANi.

Up to past 9 minutes , everything is smooth sailing, the melodious notes flow well, and the mood of the phrase that he has taken up for neraval, the “title” line, which means, “I have no saviour other than you, Mother” is enunciated.

But then, at 10.00, melody and the sweetness is sacrificed for rhythm and “adukku”, and the whole mood of the song, to me at least, is lost.

This is why I listen much more to north Indian music, these days, in preference to Carnatic music. This rattling of the rhythm and need for speed leaves a contemplative mood far behind, and is jarring to my ears.

The burden of this song is beseeching; “I have been acting long enough on the stage of this world, grant me a boon, and let me stop!” Surely, these lyrics set a mood very different from the cacaphonic crash of jathi and tALam, and should not be treated thus.

This is not aimed at one artiste; most singers seem to forget about bhakti, or the majesty that comes with a particular song, and indulge in calisthenics that spoil that mood.And…it’s not just now; I’ve seen such butchering happening amongst singers of the 60′s, 70′s.. since I started listening to Carnatic music, in fact. Sanskrit, Telugu and other language lyrics broken into meaningless phrases…(eg. “kAma krOdhudu”, in “manasu nilpa shaktilEka” by Thyagaraja, truncated to “kAma krO” for kalpanAswaram!)

North Indian music also does have speed and virtuoso displays, but the melody does not seem sacrificed to speed and gymnastics.


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