MAGIC

Once upon a time, I was asked in an interview about my favorite story,

‘A Little Match Girl’ was my prompt reply.

Till date I am not sure about that one thing that still makes me like the story. there were so many things I guess, the style of narration, the story line, the details in it, the good part, the sad part, so many things rolled in one.

Thinking about it today, it just occurs to me that the best thing about the story is the MAGIC.

Not that i believe staunchly in Magic, magician or things happening to me without efforts, It’s the word ‘MAGIC’.

The Magic in the word ‘MAGIC’. It lights me up, brightens my smile and lifts my spirits. It gives me a freshness about life and belief that in this temporary life; unexpected things can happen and we can always dream, expect, realize and recognize some things to happen.

Life does take a turn, sometimes suddenly, so stay happy and hopeful and feel the MAGIC. A MAGIC of every NOW.

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I want to live 200 years

Once a teacher asked our class: ‘Who wants to live 200 years?’

I was the only one to raise my hand. heheheheh… an instant reaction to the question was an excited hand without a single thought.

I just said: “I want to live 200 years”.

Th teacher and the students laughed on me.

Still I kept my composure and smiled.i knew at that time that I have so much to do, so much to explore, so much to learn in this wide world and about this wide world and the life given.

Maybe on my 200th birthday i will make a wish blowing my candles:’God i want some more years, so much is left’.

I hear people dying everyday and it just gives me ;this thought that they chose to die as they chose to do nothing about their life. Poor people, they don’t realize that so much can be done everyday if they wish, want to and try to.

People usually die when they are not sure of their purpose or don’t have any purpose.

I am all ready with a long to do list, with a tortoise pace and wishing myself a Happy Journey everyday.

🙂

My Soap Opera World

I shifted to a new place 2 months before. There has been a change of life drama since then. Variety of people like a box of chocolates, different, very different from what i have met or stayed with all these years.

Everyday its kind of a new day. You have to be ready to play a new role in a new surprise drama. 3 people and 12 different dramas come out of all 3 periods of the day. You can never guess what is going to be when you wake up and before you sleep.

I think it has never been such a satisfying life before all this drama started in my life. Its almost like a Live Soap Opera, camera rolling and we playing our parts in real, no fake faces worn, no make up (in shorts and spaghetti), no lines, no rehearsals, its all instant and a surprise.

Welcome to my Soap Opera World.

The pee story

Today morning was so cool, work on mind, cleaning, cooking, recipes, brainstorming of logo design, phew… things were going right and bang on time happening. But as you know the day doesn’t go as you plan. The test is always on with if you could finish the planned things or not with all the consequences that comes before your plans.

Finished cleaning, cooking and merrily went to maid to give a hand. But giving a hand took away my blood too. I was taking out a jar from the water tub and what happens out of blue…. red blood is streaming out of my finger tip and i kept looking at it with wonder. How did i get a cut????? The blood was oozing like it is never going to stop and my heart was sinking to lose as it takes so many months and lots of food to manufacture a drop of blood. Here a 10ml bottle is filling up and i could not think of anything. But that was not it. The painful part was here. I had to go to pee.

PEE!!!!!!!!???????????

NOW!!!!!!!!???????????

I just couldn’t wait, I had to go. But how??? The blood kept running and my finger paining, what to do and how to go. The home remedy seemed not working. I pressed and pressed the turmeric and cotton on the wound but no sign of  relief. Finally after 20 minutes the cotton was bloody red and no sign of blood streaming out like a spring. The instant reaction to that was,rush to the loo. Finally, i was at peace.

I am still wondering what is the connection between getting hurt and the utter pee pressure that occurs.

Child Labour!!?!!

So much goes around for ‘Child Labour’, Not to make a child work till s/he is a teenager.

Heard the latest news on TV that the government appointed an 8th grade kid to operate a Road Roller.

And no doubts in it, he was efficiently operating it and happily getting himself on live TV.

Now ‘Are we trying to make a Child a Labour’ or the ‘Child loves the Labour work’.

Still wondering.

Learn to Live, Live to Learn

What to say about ‘Learn to Live, Live to Learn’, words that I believe and live on. The urge to question, search and learn does not end anywhere.

Recently, I got into some handmade jewellery making and that has rose so much curiosity in me to search some new implementations and experiment in my jewellery. I learnt beading work few days back and used the basic beading art in some works I did thereafter. The outcome is awesome and want to learn more in it so I become proficient enough to mix and match and create something new.

But that’s not the end of learning.

I am friends on facebook with people who are glass artists, amazing work they do. The lampwork is awesome and amazing little products are created by the artists. A great fan of Dale Chihuly and Lino Taglipietra, they are glass artists with patience, perseverance, dreams and real works done. Whenever I want to boost my mood, creative instincts, inspirations and a kick in my ass to dream and work, I just start going through their works and I get started with my work and imaginations. Its a great boost to be able to see works of some great artists. But the lampworks and huge glass work installations have created an urge to learn blowing glass.
I want to, I want to, I want to learn.
I was thinking if there is time to learn and if it is possible and suddenly I thought I have a long life to live and I will always find time to learn it for myself.

I wonder why people think that learning is over as soon as college is over. They just want to learn lessons of life and think the responsibilities is the end to everything. I wonder when I will find time next to write as I am still busy learning beading work.
😛

The Night is still on

See I told you there are so many things the rains will bring with it. I am just desperate to share the night scene. I work at night and it is really an experience in the rainy season.
The air is thin and there is so much peace in the atmosphere. You can hear someone yawning in the next house, a dog barking far away in some society and then it starts raining. Raining, raining, raining, what you hear is the water pouring from the clouds. That is cool to hear.

The ‘not so cool thing’ to hear is the symphony of frogs, toads and other species. Their noise is a continuous symphony you can hear and it makes me feel like I am in some deep forest with only trees around. They are joined by crickets too.

There are trees and plants around my house and to make it more scenic the garden has a huge area of grass. Now that’s where all the bands reside. There are small frogs to big toads; they are of low decibel and octaves to high decibel and octaves. How do you think they would sound continuously?? Not fascinating at all. It is creepier and wishes they just stop.

To add to all this, after 3 am it is the koel bird that starts, joined by the crow with other messages. Far in some place the dogs are still barking. There is always some cacophony when the growling trucks pass by on the highway near my dwelling place.

It is funny that till 3.30AM my ears get used to all the sounds and adjust and enjoy and I see the day break with some more birds joining. Did I tell you about the Black Heron nesting in the trees nearby!

Oh how do I forget to talk about the irritating clattering noise of the Egret babies?

And they are grown up noisy babies now.

Good Morning.

It is still raining at night

See I told you there are so many things the rains will bring with it. I am just desperate to share the night scene. I work at night and it is really an experience in the rainy season.

The air is thin and there is so much peace in the atmosphere. You can hear someone yawning in the next house, a dog barking far away in some place and then it starts raining. Raining, raining, raining, what you hear is the water pouring from the clouds. That is cool to hear.

The not so cool thing to hear is the symphony of frogs, toads and other species. There noise is a continuous symphony you can hear and it makes me feel like I am in some deep forest with only trees around. They are joined by crickets too.

There are trees and plants around my house and to make it more scenic the garden has a huge area of grass. Now that’s where all the bands reside. There are small frogs to big toads; they are of low decibel and octaves to high decibel and octaves. How do you think they would sound continuously?? Not fascinating at all. It is creepier and wish they just stop scaring me.

To add to all this, after 3 am it is the koel bird that starts yelling, joins the crow with other messages. Far in some place dogs are still barking. There is no change in the symphony, it is still on. The cranes migrate in our vicinity and this is the time their babies have grown up to enjoy rain so they too join with their clutter clutter clutter clutter.

………………..Enough is Enough…………….
that is what comes on mind sometimes when the work is overload on me.

With all this drama around I still feel I am so lucky tobe near nature and in a way enjoying the rain and the symphony around me. All the work seems to be non-existent once I just close my eyes and hear voices around me.

Keep going you toads, frogs, crickets and birds, please do accompany me over the night in these rainy days.

Joys of the Rains

A warm welcome to the Rains.

I have been reading those Facebook posts about raining everywhere.

!!! Boring !!!

As if others can’t see it’s raining, other can’t watch or read news that it’s raining at other places too.
Still there is some joy about the rains. A joy in declaring ‘it rained’ or ‘it’s raining’, ‘it is going to rain’.
It changes everything. The nature seems to have washed off the old with rains. All the dust is washed off from the leaves and trunks. The quality of blue sky changes when it is clear. The sun seems to shine softer and on and off those grey clouds in different shades bring a relief. Mustn’t forget the Rainbow, as many times you see it brings a radiant smile, though have watched hundreds of times since childhood, but there is some unexplained joy that rain brings to heart, every expression changes.

It surely is a relief after a long killing summer. The summer; when you are soaked in sweat, the summer when you just wish it rains right now… right now. I would avoid going out and if I have to then I look for shades to walk under. I do this crazy thing to walk in a shop for some relief; it surely is shameful that I don’t buy anything. I am surely more shameless to let the shopkeeper know I just came to rescue myself from the heat. The crisis just makes you do things beyond your imagination. Just like it makes us do so unimaginable things as it starts raining. So much to think as the clouds gathers.

One starts singing the rain songs. You just crazily search for the umbrella and raincoats in the storage rooms. I don’t forget buying coffee in stock, wonder when I will want to sip a warm cup. The rainy shoes and sandals are out on the stand, the clothes, oh the cotton ones are in and some thin; easy to dry ones are out to be worn.
As soon as I am out, I never leave a chance to stamp in the puddle. Who cares what happens to the clothes and footwear.

It’s funny when you are rushing to reach somewhere the umbrella tends to become a bat, that’s the time when I hate the rain, soaking in water and I have to meet people. And not to forget to yell, ‘Oh you idiot’ just as a car races through the running water on roads and I am wet more than I could dry up in minutes. That is the time when all the joy and fun about the rain vanishes from thin air and I start cursing. Hehehehe………..
Anywhere I go; I never refuse for the ginger tea offered. Oh the yummy ginger that soothes the throat and gives warmth. Not forgetting the oily pakodas (dumplings) with the tea, it is by default served while it is raining.
There is so much to come in the season and many things to enjoy and share. Let me know what you enjoy about the rains.

Well, let’s wait for how well it rains this season and the joy it gives every soul.