Sunday, March 20, 2011

my super moon ....

What do you do when your camera is playing pranks on you and you get an opportunity to shake hands with moon one fine day .... No pictures of the celebrity rendezvous worth looking at but the meeting with the childhood sweetheart was great nevertheless. Bringing a sense of ataraxis and tranquility to my world . 
All the pictures of that devastating tsunami in japan were washed away .....at least for the moment......as i thought how could this innocent looking 'chaand ka tukda'(a slice of moon) err...'poora chaand'( full moon) can do this to humanity .....I think he just came closer to reassure ...all is well ...

aaal izzz welll...

 
A noisy photo but the tree provided a very nice effect...

He peeped into my world through the trees and ascertained my peace of mind....no one turned looney , not even the sea waves ....and certainly not the belly of the mother earth.

Tell me friends ... didn't you feel good watching chandamama ( uncle Moon as all Indian children know him)?

Do you feel some research in the future will tell that he was the one behind this sabotage ..... of the destruction of the land of sunrise ?

I would like to believe otherwise... wouldn't you ?

Thursday, March 17, 2011

when the water turns gold ... and the sand suffuses in gold...

                                           Thursday challenge
                         "METAL" (Metallic, Steel, Bronze, Gold, Iron, Shinny,...)
Gold ...descending from the sun.....


 Reflecting the waters...soaking the sands...........


The eternal 'Alchemist' turns everything gold.....


The 'gold' swallows all the dark forces....The 'panchtatva'...the five element of life ....all engulfed in 'gold'...the eternal golden sheen....


And then someone comes....


Later some more .... and they start digging for the gold...they dig , they delve into the deeper layers...they toil hard . Their hands remain empty as they couldn't see the gold ...descending from the eternal source .............


'The alchemist' pours the gold , showers it on us ....and we dig somewhere else...

Monday, March 14, 2011

please do not strangulate your angel.....

 I need a ranting dance of my fingers on this key board . Something which is bothering the heart can be relieved by this dance of the fingers...so please read this post if you can take a long rant right now...otherwise a click will take you to more pleasant places around the webworld ...

Paulo Coelho says the angels are chosen by God , as an instrument to convey a good thing to you when you need it the most .... not in the same words but he means this , or as i perceive it. The person who plays an angel , may or may not be a noble soul but he/she has been chosen for the purpose....

God chooses an angel for you when he wants a smile on your face . Even for a moment . The angel sometimes doesn't know she/he is becoming the instrument of a God sent message.

Do you want that angel all for yourself?
For a life time?
Do you feel possessive about the angel?
Do you feel you are worthy enough that the angel be in your service all the time?
Do you strangulate the angel and become a smile starved person once again?

I feel very very uncomfortable when some people call me an angel . Whenever people shower me with words like you are the best thing that happened to my life ....
I am so thankful to God that i found you ...
I am blessed to find you as a friend...
You are an angel ...
(people use big words when they are shallow ...this is my experience)

These adornments makes me really uncomfortable because i have seen many of these people expecting a lot of things from me , taking me for granted ...ignoring all my discomfort very conveniently. I am one person who believes in selfless giving ( although i cannot afford to give away fortunes ) , so it is my time , my emotions and few more things which a little money can buy . I accommodate even when it is a bit stringent for me...my limits are stretched sometimes but i still believe in being useful for someone who needs it.

Should that be a problem ??

The problem arises when people start to walk over me. They know that it takes a lot to say no for a person like me. It really hurts when someone is insensitive and imposes some work or expects some 'gifts' just because they need it at the time and it doesn't matter for them if that is okay for me at that time.... exploitation is a bigger word but this tendency touches the limits of the thing called so. It is definitely an act of cheating on a different level.

My ranting is not done yet....are you still reading?
Thank you.

I hate lies and can't tolerate people lying and playing cool at the same time...how do they think that i can't get it . Just because i keep quite and don't point a finger at your lie?
And what these people do to hide the lie ....they assert the lie repeatedly , intentionally and even without a context . Sadly .

They loose the respect by being so assertive and repetitive with the lies , they loose the respect even for the good qualities they have .

How can i respect a person even on a human ground if he/she has been doing all the wrong things and expecting all the best things from me . I am no saint. I am sorry if that is what is expected from me.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

thursday challenge....

                                               Thursday challenge
                                                       for fun and learning
                          "many" ( candies, crowd , paperclips , coins , collection......)



I made this fried savory cookie for tamatar ki chaat a while ago and liked this picture after cutting the rolled dough...neatly cut squares....many tiny squares...

And another picture of many cookies is this chewy oats cookies , baked a nice golden with cashew and raisins....


I baked it last year and want to bake it again with the same nuts....the recipe will be posted soon on my health food blog . A butter free and sugar free cookie .

Many cookies are completely guilt free in this case...

Thursday, March 3, 2011

a car for the snails....

                                              Thursday challenge...
                                                     for fun and learning
                     "CARS" (New, Old, Sedans, Convertibles, Station Wagons, Sports,...)

       Humans have their own cars , flashy ,fast and flamboyant .... carbon ridden..

Hello I am Bobby Snail and this is my better half , Bebo Snail . We are the slow movers . Slower that the tortoise . But we never crash and we never fall off a cliff . See my home is right on top of the hill and my car is environment friendly . Perched on the cliff .


 My snail trail may be slimy but my carbon foot print is zero .


Delhi people fight for parking lots , i have the entire hill to myself and i am not afraid of the cliffs ...it's so exciting to hang off the cliff.


Those two cars parked down the hill look so envious that they have turned almost green with envy ....but my car is the greenest !!


Contact us for you Snail Mail deliveries . We assure you of reliable service.
Green Snail Mail.
Thank you.

the sun birds... are they a couple ?

They came as a couple . At least now i knew that they were a couple . Until now i thought they belong to two different species , do they?

One of them perched on the cauliflower plants and the other preferred the barbed wire...


See the blue sun bird seated on a cauliflower leaf....


The other yellow brown one kept herself on the barbed wire...can you spot that brown scruffy bird ?


Look at them in the same frame...


And then the blue one hops , as she does so many time as i struggle with the camera....but then , the hop, as my eyes can see that , is not actually just a hop . It is a full fledged flight with wings stretched wide ...and beautiful....the camera caught it even as the eyes missed it..


The brown scruffy is already missing ...see the blue one in a close up ...how beautiful....blurred picture because my camera was following her/him...( please clear my doubts on it )...


And where did they settle... the blue one choose a broccoli leaf this time and the brown scruffy sat on the ground...


Jahan main jaati hoon waheen chale aate ho... isn't that cute...
After a few hours both of them were on the lemon tree , sucking the nectar from the abundant flowers... and when i focused the camera , this one hopped...err...flew..


Look at the beautiful flight , the fully stretched wings....It's the same shiny blue sun bird.
Looking darker here because the light is from opposite direction...

I hope Nirupama sundar will come to read this post and correct me if the names of the birds are not correct or i mistook them for a couple:)

Are they really sun birds? 

Where are you Nirupama ? Why don't you mail me once . I will stalk you with my questions about all this ....


Saturday, February 26, 2011

rabbit hole ...the way i saw the movie

The movie Rabbit hole was something i was contemplating watching but didn't plan doing so, as i always get lazy at the last moment . Movies are not on my list and the reasons are many .

So when a friend ( Dear IHM ) asked me to go together it sounded like a great idea , what else do you want for a good movie ? Good company. And this time the company was so very apt. Both of us wanted ( read needed ) a slice of this artfully done story .

I am writing what i saw in the movie , my story of a 90 minute film has become so very long , because i liked a few things and wanted to share all of them here.... read it if you have time...or interest.

The movie starts with Becca mixing manure in her garden and planting purple Salvia in the flower beds . Purple Salvia in full bloom . A neighbor comes to invite her for something and Becca is making excuses , the neighbor steps over a plant , crushing the purple blooms and Becca's expressions lead the neighbor's gaze to her own feet , crushing the Salvia bloom under the shoes... She apologizes and quickly retreats .... that is when i thought that Becca will come back to the crushed bloom and will take it in her hands like i do..... I knew it then that the story and the director of the movie had something to tell I would connect to...... and Becca does come to the crushed Salvia bloom and lifts the flowers exactly the way I saw it .....

Yes , it is an artfully done story of a grieving family . The first scene has a lovely chirp of birds giving a feeling of serenity .... i knew the movie will not be depressing . Wet eyes cannot be ruled out still .

Becca and Howie have lost their 4 year old son in a freaky road accident across the street from their own home. The kid was chasing the family dog when a car hits him , the car driven by another kid , a teenager. Jason.

As the things go after such a tragedy , Becca is irritable with her mother and her sister , her husband too. She tries to find refuge in her garden and her kitchen . Watching her working in the garden and the kitchen was something i could so blindly relate to.....One day she spots Jason , sitting on the window seat of his school bus , she follows him and comes to know that the boy is reading a book on 'Parallel universe' . Becca is following Jason impulsively and when Jason comes one day to ask her what she wants....they talk . Jason confesses that the accident could have been averted if ..... okay...Becca says very calmly that it's okay .... this is a park scene and the chirping of birds makes it more impactful...Becca is very very calm with Jason , while with others she is irritable and reacts impulsively. She is trying to address an unresolved issue in her mind ... she thinks Jason is responsible for the accident but when she sees that even Jason is traumatized due the accident , her motherly side become protective towards him.... wants to see how he thinks in life......Kind of moves towards coping with the tragedy together........and later is convinced by his ideas of a parallel universe ........her grief finds a new perspective.

While Becca is struggling with her own uncertain behavior , she looks quite normal otherwise and that makes everything so tough . I can so well understand how the things becomes so much more difficult when you look normal to the world around you , everybody kinda forgets that there is something very raw and throbbing just beneath the thin sheen of smile. Howie keeps watching the video of his son on his phone and finds refuge in this activity when he is home , both husband and wife are trapped into a drift ...finding refuge from their common grief into different things. They fight on things like having another baby or not , moving into a different house etc. as Becca wants to move away from the memories donating all her son's clothes and moving the dog to her mother's place while Howie wants to cling on to the memories....he brings back the dog eventually....and later is found snapping at him angrily and then crying on the shoulders of the family dog....husband and wife are still not connecting.

The love for each other is still intact but the grief makes it very difficult for them to connect. Howie tries to find solace in the company of another woman , who seems like an easy consolation .

While all this is happening , another construction is taking place , someone is drawing thin tubes , with multiple elbow bends , opening into funnels . The drawing is built up slowly in the movie , bit by bit . First the tubes are being drawn with swift , firm strokes and then the funnels or openings .The funnels are then filled up with faces , a mother , father and a son.This is Jason , drawing his concept of 'The Parallel Universe '. He tells this concept of basic science to Becca and she wants to see his work.

The scene when Jason comes to give that drawing to Becca , Howie is exasperated with her for this 'interaction' and his anger becomes almost volcanic , he shouts at both Becca and Jason.... at this time the actor was brilliant as his eyes seem to be pleading even when he is shouting .... hurt , grief, anger and frustration on the go ..... love seems to be stalled.

I want to elaborate this concept of parallel universe here , the drawing is like a rabbit hole . An interconnected web of tubes (tunnels) opening into different funnels (worlds) having the same people in those different worlds....Jason says it is possible that we exist in different universes at the same time .... and Becca wants to believe in it.... and finds her comfort in this concept.

Becca had been feeling wronged as she feels her pregnant sister is undeserving for motherhood while she has been deprived of it . She is furious with her mother because the mother keeps comparing her own grief of loosing a 30 year old son , about a decade ago ( or more?) to Becca's still raw sense of grief. Becca's realization makes her discuss with her mother about the grief , about whether it becomes different with time. Becca's mother tells her that the grief is like a burden weighing you down in the initial days , but as the time passes you learn to live with it , and the burden becomes bearable , almost like a brick which you can carry in your pocket wherever you go , but bearable ...

The movie ends with Howie coming home after a realization of his love for Becca , she seems to have resolved to come out of her grief , realizing that somewhere in another universe they might be together with the son..... The acting prowess of the actors , Nicole Kidman and Aaron Ekhart is commendable . I found Dianne Wiest as the mother of Becca very convincing too...

I could so easily connect to this story . Finding comfort in something needing physical work , easiest being gardening and cooking for me , is so effortlessly woven into the story...
Also,when you are trying to look normal ( a 'cool customer' in the words of Joan Didion , the author of A year of Magical Thinking ) , smiling and trying to look happy , the things become difficult for you . Some people take unsolicited liberty with you and also , you find your own behavior bipolar sometimes , because you have been crying mad in solitude and at the same time find yourself giggling in company of others...those giggle sometimes going over the top as if putting a plug over the sore interiors .....

Another point where i connected to this story was the concept of parallel universe , it sounds weird but you would want to believe in it.... for the comfort it brings.

Howie wants to attend group therapy sessions where people share their experiences and perspectives , but Becca finds it ridiculous . Eventually both of them have to chart their own path towards a complete understanding of the larger picture of life . To my understanding , the healing or understanding or even problem solving, cannot always be tackled by psychotherapy manuals or 'social therapists' . A personal approach , a tailor made solution for every person is more effective , especially if the person in question is actively involved in finding the solution....i could see that in the movie.....

The movie was not depressing for the both of us , myself and IHM , although a few tears were shed , but we came out smiling , feeling that we have dealt with it in a better way probably , we didn't ave domestic fights and we didn't get violent in public places ( like Becca does in the movie ) , we had control over our emotions and expressions , well , almost . And we were able to be like a good support system to our spouses and vice versa....were able to find comfort in each other....

We all find our own ways to become happy at the end of the day...we all find our purpose eventually...

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The garden of five senses....

We visited the Garden of five senses last Sunday .  The annual flowers festival was going on there and we could not stop ourselves from going there. A friend had suggested this plac long back and the announcement of this festival was a nice excuse to go and see this wonderful place . The metro rail can take you there , saket is the station which leads you to the sprawling garden of five senses ....after a good walk for 10 minutes , if not more . Wear your sneakers if you are taking the metro.

Take the tickets first , 20 rupees for adults . The ticket counter looks so serene...i like these stone walls , and wavering stairs...


These pendulous plant arrangements were showcased right outside .... sedum , ferns , bryophyllum , jade plant , candy tuft and a few more....


Take a closer look at the flowering bryophyllum all around a globe...



See how a bed of flowering plants adorns the chabootra ( the platform made for protection of the trunk as well as a place to sit under the shade of a tree) of a semal tree...


The semal tree from a distance...notice the cone shaped thorns on the trunk , a couple of pink flowers and one lone fruit hanging from the branches... can you find them ?


See the thorns of another semal tree , with the chabootra adorned with a bed of flowers again......the folk drummers playing in the background....


While there were almost all the seasonal flowers on display , in pots propped with thin bamboo sticks , i will show you the landmarks of this garden... the elephants surrounded by water bodies...... and cycus groves...


There was a get away with undulating pathways lined with stone pillars.... giant birds perched over them... besides bamboo groves...


Some mehraabs breaking the symmetry... stone walls...


There are some bronze sculptures , probably depicting the five senses .... I always need to observe art work in a peaceful atmosphere.... there were too many people for my comfort...this is the only frame where no one ( except me) is there , there are more of these sculptures...


 So it will take me another visit to see those sculptures in detail.... I liked this upside down tree sculpture too...the roots facing the sky...and the tree apex going inside the earth...


A large earthen urn .... see the teenage girl , quite tall herself , and compare the size of the urn....



Another installment which intrigued me was this upward moving spiral with bells hanging....a huge structure and i can imagine when there are strong winds ..or God forbid ..an earthquake comes....



Liked the wavering pathways.........


And these earthy lamps lining the pathways....


Want to see some more pathways? ....leading to thatched houses....like i used to draw in my drawing book when i was a kid...


See another little home surrounded with a garden....I have two of these terracotta houses perched on my 'rock garden in the making' ... same sizes and i am getting ideas...


Take a closer look , the house ( actually a tein house) boasts of  a pond and a swimming pool too...


This one looks like another locality , the safety hedge and ceramic houses ... different fauna to adore the garden...




Another house located in a dessert island...


With real gold fish swimming in the 'shell pond'...


A lonely hut of a rishi muni...minimalistic and serene...


This one looks kischy ...


let me show you a nice bed of purple lantana.... I tried to include those saplings of Cannabis in the frame too...


the orange lantana in my garden gives e so much pain , controlling it ...the spiky shrub that refuses to go away....but i like the aromatic whiff around the plant... the purple lantana is less aromatic...or so i felt there... another purple breeze of lantana...


And a nice drooping canopy of Bauhinia ( kachnaar)... with the seed pods trying to touch ground...


There were so many seasonal flowers on display , all the possible colours ... rioting the green environs of the garden ....

This one i shot for the colour contrast ...a pleasing parting note....



Bright orange against pristine white.....a lone Gazania drooping towards a bunch of Candytufts...ready to pose for me...

movement immobilised in stone....

         "MOVEMENT" (Shaking, Falling, Bouncing, Jumping, Curling, Sagging,...)
 The ultimate sign of movement , the wheel , whose discovery gave a fast pace to human civilization.....


 Set in stone , immobilised for ever...

This picture is from the Sun Temple of Gwalior , yes, there is a sun temple in Gwalior too.

This temple disappointed me hugely when i went there having high expectations , having seen and admired the konark sun temple years ago.

This is a modern temple build on the lines of the ancient sun temple of konark , the place is quite peaceful , surrounded with greenery and birds but it cannot match the aura and vibes of the ancient konark sun temple.... the visit was a huge disappointment actually...


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A perspective on roles of indian women...

Indusladies 2nd Annual International Women's Day Blog Contest
                                 (A perspective on roles of Indian Women)


The announcement for a contest by indusladies with this subject looks quite apt as i have been thinking on these lines recently .

Women are playing all their roles quite well , so what if some are lagging behind , there are issues to tackle , and their are some rough patches to be smoothed out , but that is the process of growth ...if it is in the right direction . In any part of the world women are juggling with the same issues , rising up and growing up , pushing the ceiling every day .

At the same time i would like to ask , why only women , even men have to justify many roles they take , and they are given names if they fail to do so. Still , I will emphasize on the challenges women have to take , abiding with the subject given , but i feel my perspective stands true to women as well as men .

As i said , the question of how women should groom themselves for a happy and content life has been pricking me for some time . Obviously , this is almost a constant thought process in the mind of an average thinking woman of our times , but these days this particular question has stuck to my mind . Thinking about a friend who didn't want to get divorced and at the same time was not able to address what she wanted in the relationship , and from life in general . All she could understand was , that she is financially independent , can take care of herself along with a 10 year old son and that she didn't want a separation ( she loved her husband and her husband loved her too ). It was a strange situation where the impending separation was being caused by 'external factors' and as the woman was not able to let go of some mental blocks , the separation looked inevitable , sadly . In spite of both the partners wanting to be together. Tricky situation.


I felt that grooming towards financial independence is given priority while bringing up the girls ( a very welcome change for sure) and  emotional well being and other life skills are given a miss. By grooming i mean growing up to become a well informed and a balanced head . I mean if a woman can free herself from the stereotype feminist views , it will be far more helpful in her complete well being. Like a set of obstacles can be there in any person's life , man or woman . And there is a set of obstacles that appear only in women's lives , if the woman blames all the other obstacles too being targeted towards her because of being a woman , this is wrong . The woman limits her resources and mental faculties by doing this. Freedom from this limitation will be instrumental. So if the husband cannot argue with his parents in your interest he is called a 'mama's boy' even if the same husband has supported you to go out and start a career of your own . The husband doesn't need to pull daggers for his parents if he loves you and wants you to succeed in life , let him maintain peace with his parents and be happy with what he is sharing with you , or get away from them all , if needed . Free yourself , but don't be prepared to be a victim. In the Indian socio-cultural milieu , the woman has to be sensitive to the balance needed in life , of hers as well as the immediate and extended family.

Fortunately , a series of telephonic 'sharing of ideas' could find a remedy for the feared separation of this friend . A workable solution , handling the situation practically and not expecting others to turn cooperative when they are not , judging them rightly , taking decisions accordingly....not acknowledging their authority when they are insensitive to you , that's it. Period.

Another acquaintance who feels that her ambition towards her career is somehow hindering with the pleasure she should get from her 4 year old son ....she thinks she has worked so hard for the career and having a kid was not in the original plan while dreaming about a big life . Kids come because we have to fit in the society , unfortunately , and then begins the struggle to sustain , all dreamy numbers evaporating in thin air .....and this ambitious mother was able to see logic for being a woman in charge of her life and happiness , she is trying to get out of the trap of proving a point about being ambitious and to please everybody regarding her career choices.

It would be worse if a woman starts out to become a hero and finally becomes a martyr , or worse , a victim . Being a happy contented soul will be so much better. 

Sometimes , we choose the roles we play , like we choose to have a dream career , a dream vocation , marry a certain person and we choose to be mothers . We justify our roles when we have chosen it consciously , we pursue our role with absolute conviction and understanding . Sometimes we fail , we learn , we try again and we succeed to a certain degree . All this we do as we had dreams of a certain life , we worked towards it and then we achieved it . What when we do not achieve as much as we had planned ?

This is the time when many of us women feel insufficient and incompetent to a certain degree , resulting into a harder struggle to succeed in every role we take. In my view point , we should not aim for absolute perfection . Learning from life , growing at every step and improvising as the life unfolds it's master plan before us...this is how we can better suit life in modern times. Aiming for absolute perfection is a waste of time , there is nothing like an absolutely perfect professional, absolutely perfect wife or an absolutely perfect mother . We all find comfort in our imperfections sometimes , accepting the imperfection is the key.There are no set guidelines for personal relationships , there is a tailor made solution for every situation here. For professional growth the guidelines work up to an extent but for the role we take in our personal lives we have to improvise and fine tune so many things to suit the milieu .

I see many women who hog and sweat to fit in . To fit in the perfect mould of a DIL , the perfect mould of a wife and the perfect mould of a mother and the most fancy mould of them all , the mould of the successful modern woman . This is a dangerous trend i am sorry . Juggling between professional and personal life , trying to fit in the perfect mould of a modern woman is not what should be aimed for . The sad thing is , the woman takes all the responsibilities trying to prove she is capable , intelligent and resourceful ...in the meantime , the husband and the family takes this for granted . I have seen this happening , in the initial years of my own marriage and many other women i know. While it is okay for a time being as you cannot start a life with all the calculations already done , and because most of us are so conditioned for the roles we take and how we execute them , it will be better if we judge the situation well before it goes out of control .

Being relaxed about the not so perfect life should be okay , rather welcome , as it provides scope for improvement , for growth . Juggling to fit in all the roles only results in a constant juggling and dissatisfaction leading to frustration....where is the time to enjoy life , can we think about letting our hair down and enjoy life ..... life as it comes, with a few dreams and plans thrown in for good measure.

The commercial ads portray an interesting picture of a modern woman . A slim , fair woman who heads a team in the office , comes home to serve instant noodles or ready to make soups to the kids , cooks a full course dinner , packs yummy tiffin boxes in the morning with assorted breakfast items for everybody in the family .... and turns up a spotless tan protected face framed with lustrous conditioned hair. And yes , she shops smartly too and goes to gym ...she has to 'look' perfect....Thankfully , many modern women are not the stereotypes , but the picture is glum when you see the reality of a middle class modern woman , more so if she is working.

Working for a woman is supposed to give her freedom and most of the times we witness , the woman gets a degree of freedom . More and more women are free even if they are not working .The freedom brings new responsibilities too. Responsibilities of choosing the roles we take up and doing justice with them , finding comfort in life at the same time....being comfortable in our own skin i mean. Being comfortable in our own skin is becoming a rare phenomenon these days i feel , most of us are trying to fit in something we have just a vague idea about. More so , the freedom doesn't only mean to chose our conveniences , freedom is to be able to throw away some of the mental blocks of our own . Like most women take pride in a spic and span home and if they do not get a good support system they feel sorry for themselves .

I dream of the day when all women would be proud of being a woman , will celebrate womanhood and will not compare themselves with the other sex . All women , and not a fortunate few .

I want to add that women are better equipped for management and coordination , armed with a brain whose chords are rightly placed ...err...better coordinated ( both the cerebral hemispheres are coordinated with more connective tissue actually ) , so they are clearly the superior sex if you don't count the muscle power ...and this fact is not open for debate :) ...not again.... i do not want another battle of sexes .


I am tagging three of my blogger friends who are passionate writers and they feel much on this topic ...

Tapati
Amrita 
Gauri Gharpure