My nephew and me-Fire and Ice

My nephew and myself have some amazingly similar qualities which proves to create fire between us. We both have an inclination towards art, we are highly imaginative, colorful, quiet, naughty at times, talkative at times. All these similarities are the reason for the fire and ice effect. All the similarities are ice but when the transfer of words begin then there comes the fire effect. We both have our own ideas which we do not like anyone to change.  We just put our foot down with our choice and one word by anyone is a disaster calling. We are stubborn, our idea is the last one that exists and will be followed, however wrong we are, we take risk to be wrong then not trying once. color combination are ours, we don’t take advice of each other, or the other person.

Being a grown up i do appreciate work done by others and i do appreciate him too but he is staunch. He likes everyone appreciating his work but he will take time to look at the other’s work, verify it and then think and nod his head, on asking he says’ hmmm it is good’, that’s it, there is no expression on his face; just that it is good.

We usually have fights on petty things like who will reach faster to his mom, who will have full attention of his mom(my sister), who will finish the biscuits last and who will not speak when the other one wants utter silence in the room. He is a fire sign and i am an air sign and usually i have to keep my weapons away as i want to talk to him and play with him and do those silly kiddie things i can, in short; be a kid with him again.

When we are good we are good but when we are mad then we are too mad. We are never balanced, we have our scales tipping at extremes. Its super fun though. But when it comes to the paper, color and ideas then we are onto ourselves, our worlds, our ideas and our stubborn self. The biggest sufferer of our mood swings, tantrums and complains for each other is his mom who bears us to our extremes and is always found sitting in between us so we don’t end up biting or pulling each other’s hair or yelling or kicking.

 

You won’t believe, where you see us ending all these, we lie down laughing and telling each other “what fun it was”.

 

hehehehehehehe…………………

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Stars in my eyes

Twinkling were the stars of sky
and so were they in water,
as i came near to admire the reflection,
I realized they were boats
with little lights floating on water.
Could not stop singing
twinkle twinkle little stars,
beautiful in water and sky.
How wonderful if I could pluck two of them
and save them in my eyes.

My Rubik’s Cube

Read this article about Rubik’s cube.

Erno Rubik, a Hungarian sculptor and professor of architecture, came up with the design of the cube in year 1974. He licensed it with the company Ideal Toys in 1980.

This words took me down to the memory lane. I was around 7 when Rubik’s cube was gifted by my uncle.

Very fascinated with multi-color squares, i thought it must be very interesting. He showed how to play and then gave me a chance to solve it. With all the colors now jumbled up i was excited to solve it.

Didn’t have a faint idea for what is coming up.

With all my imagination and patience i started moving the cubes to and fro. There was a smile on my face as i couldn’t set the colors right, thinking i am bit away from solving it.

Minutes turned into half an hour, then an hour and as time went, my smile turned into a frown and then frustration.

My kid sister sat by my side looking at the cube and my face alternatively. It was a second when i held it to be throw away. But a wonderful idea saved it from turning into small pieces of cubes.

In minutes i was removing the same colored stickers and sticking on the same face of the cube. Finished the final version of the cube; same as it arrived and quite contended. Ran up to my uncle and showed him the non-impressive stickers dropping out of the face, the most embarrassing act i was caught for performing.

That was the first and the last time i played it, i would just kick it in a corner every time it jumped out of my toy cupboard.

Today, Rubik’s cube is the most fascinating toy i like to take up any time and any where i see, Start to solve it, end up pulling my hair and keeping it away from my eyes. Still not a cube person it seems.

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.

‘Sprawling’- word on my lips.

‘Sprawling’ is the word on my lips.

Sprawling beauty, sprawling greenery, sprawling bird sounds, sprawling blue sky and beautiful sprawling fluffy clouds.
On and on I go with the word and its usage today. The instance the word struck my mind I fell in love with the wideness it had in the small spelling. Pronouncing it feels like I am making the best use of my tongue, many tongue exercises at a time (maybe just nearby kissing, though I can compare it till I go for a real one).

We were talking about cash back on the credit cards, knowing its advantages I excitedly said, ‘what a sprawling benefit of credit cards’ (I don’t believe in credit cards and don’t own one yet).

My dad gives me this weird look and asks how a word like sprawling goes with the credit card.

He is a man of words, perfect words in a sentence, very selective while using vocabulary. He is sure that today’s kids have the worst language skills; we are not even average in any single language out of 3 we can speak, read and write.

Poor marks from him as always.

But my love for the word did not end for the day. The more I misused the word the more my dad looked through his glasses and gives me those killing looks (I cannot wait to kill you for this wrong word, hehehe).

I had a sprawling evening. I watched a sprawling move and now a sprawling night ahead. Finally at night I checked the meaning of the word, it said something like ‘spreading unevenly’. ‘expanding’ and many more words. I was happy to know that in short it meant something increasing, in abundance, just like the abundant happiness it gave me by speaking it.
Hope to have a sprawling tomorrow and a sprawling new word.