Biscuits don’t bite

Coz you have come this far

why don’t you sit for a while

a cup of coffee will not take much time

nor a bite of a biscuit

I offered more in desperation

than in host-liness

if there be such a stuff!

He sat down gingerly

pecking at the biscuit

preening at his watch

now fingering at the gadget

that talked and did much more

I know it all

I have seen enough life

after all I have been in charge of him

for much long than he gives me credit

then he got up as if in hurry

took out the talking machine

and shouted to emptiness

‘Ok, I am coming, right now’

he stood awkwardly

it was his time to go

but I had already opened the door

he looked at me in surprise, nay, shock.

Well,I laughed to myself

I am desperate

yes, but only for good company!

Loneliness sits well with me

biscuits don’t bite nor run

coffee is always inviting me to the table

there is no pretense here just good old life!

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I know. I know. I know.

I really do.

I care. I care. I care.

I do honestly.

I want to. I just want to. I do.

I mean every word I say. I do. I did. I always did.

I mean. I actually mean. I mean it, really.

I love. I love. I love.

I just do. I really do. I sincerely do.

But

You see

Oh! you don’t see

I can’t even if I want. I really can’t.

You can’t get it. You really can’t. You could never get it.

I knew you would never see. You couldn’t see. You never did.

So, I never said. I never did. I never ……

You see

oh! you don’t see.

You can never see…

Ah! whatever!!!

His story

I was a weak student, mam. In school I was made to sit in the first bench. I was sitting next to a bright student and the teacher always discriminated against me.

I felt bad. I felt discriminated against. I grew up feeling inadequate and not smart.

Today when I stand here and I am able to speak. I feel good.

He spoke in a soft searching tone and when he stopped speaking, the class applauded his honesty in sharing.

  • Sorrows diminish in sharing. Share, speak up, spread the word. You will meet a kindred soul somewhere.

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Jithu had lost all his confidence.

He is a special child, you see, he needs a little more love and affection than others and a lot of patience.

When the teacher constantly filled his sheets with red corrections and wrote big zeroes on his answer script, the brightness in his eyes dimmed, he looked tormented as if he had failed somehow.

I was afraid of antagonizing the teacher and the management who always welcomed me with open arms, so I kept quiet initially. But soon, I broached up some courage and approached them with my problem.

The management came up with a solution, they said,’Why don’t you prepare a question paper based on what you teach your son? Give it to us and we will print it out without letting him know. He will be tested on this.’ I was thrilled. I knew Jithu will now turn around. So we both worked really hard.

So this exam was different. I had set the paper and we had done a lot of practice. Infact, Jithu rocked it. He is slowly regaining his confidence. I am glad I spoke to the teachers. Soon I will join his school and I will be able to support him and others like him.

These are the words of a cancer survivor, a young mother of a special child, most importantly a feisty woman who has faced the challenges of life boldly. We laughed over a few jokes and she said, ‘when can we meet?’ ‘Soon,’ said I. Friendships like these need to be nurtured. We both have agreed to do just that.

  • Express. Express. Express. Articulate your problem, more often than not the other person is willing to help.

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Where is the facility for sports? Who cares for young people like me who love to play? Why are we always asked to study?

Who do I talk to? No body understands me. The young man vent out his frustration.

Life is tough, he said sagely. However, I have learned to provide for myself and my cricket coaching, isn’t that amazing?

I hope my father feels proud of my achievements and witnesses my success. I am working towards it.

  • Keep up the hope and keep up the efforts. The road to success is carved by steady and consistent hard work.

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I am not able to go out with them. Nor can I spend money that easily. I have a lot of limitations. Sometimes my academics also suffers, but when they stopped talking to me, it hurt me a lot, the young boy spoke softly. Friendships matter a lot to me.

I guess it is time to look for new friends. I hope there are others who I can get along with.

He kept on talking and then he said, I have started writing these days and it is helping me.

It is ok. I can live with it. I am strong.

  • Move away from negativity. Choose people and places which are positive. Give and get courage.

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Different people, different settings, yet similar stories of disillusion, disenchantment and the effort to live on boldly.

A little love, care and understanding towards fellow human beings will make this world a better place for all of us.

Towards a better tomorrow!

Towards more pleasant stories, his and hers!

Towards more sharing and more listening!

Cheers!!!

Feline Friends

Every since my kitten deserted us in search of better world, we have been rather lonely. We talk of her ways and her many tantrums and her moods but our efforts to locate her has been futile so far.

On a Sunday a few months back when I was busy doing my cleaning chores kind of trying to make the house a home sort of I had a little visitor who came in and hid beneath the cot.

She wanted food and water and was pukish. After feeding her I returned to work and found her missing. But then she started visiting me in the mornings every day with a few of her other friends for food and water and some times milk.

Mornings are now time for some hectic mewing with three cats asking for equal attention and food.

Perhaps this is how its is meant to be. Not ours, yet ours in some way, is it how everything is rather?

Maybe, maybe not!

Am I flying or failing? A to Z Challenge

Not flying nor failing

coz I am determined to bounce back

though late

hanging on to the last letter

pouring thoughts in random order

a heart crying out for the world we live in

a voice calling out to all sentient beings

ha! universe, you didn’t deserve what you got from us

how have we failed you! how!

how have we strangulated the proud lions

the ferocious tigers

the magnificent leopards

the wise elephants

the busy bee

the flying splendors

the sagacious trees spreading shade

the waters which cannot now wash our sins

as we rush to make amends

we are pulled into the swamp of our own dirt

yet we try, we try

so pardon, pardon our poor ignorant deeds

for the great man said

‘O! judgement, thou art fled to the brutish beasts’

but have we failed to learn from the wisdom of the world

the knowledge of the tribes

the voice of the ancients

the cry of the skies

the roar of the mountains

the silent whispers of the land

the anger of the seas

pardon! pardon!

we owe you much

help us redeem our pledge to make good

what can be made good

http://time.com/5331205/rhino-poachers-killed-lions-south-africa/

https://www.thedodo.com/in-the-wild/bornean-orangutan-guards-home-deforestation

Not brutish beasts!


Bean bag – Unnecessary environmentally hostile,so-called luxury item!

I was still a teenager when I first encountered a bean bag and shyly tried to place my rump on it in discomfort before enjoying the feeling of sinking into a tub of luxury…well almost!

I remember thinking of the rather rich interior of what was at that time to my mind ‘signs of great prosperity’ in some admiration.

Some day I had thought to myself of having a home where there will be a place for a bean bag in a corner and perhaps a child lazing out on it.

I did never come to buy a bean bag and now I realize it was for good.

You see, a bean bag is stuffed with countless thermocol balls which will float around in our waters and laze around on the planet for years to come. There is no way of destroying these!

The problem of the bean bag is actually the problem of that very useful enemy of nature, the packaging material, the favorite with students and teachers for classroom projects, the white sheets of the versatile material which is in use alike for decorative and functional purposes – the thermocol.

According to BBMP, Bangalore also called Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagara Palike, which is the body for the maintenance of the city infrastructure rising e-commerce has resulted in unprecedented use of thermocol which has in turn affected the city drains adversely.

https://bangaloremirror.indiatimes.com/bangalore/civic/bbmps-package-deal-dump-thermocol-pay-the-penalty/articleshow/61209036.cms

Unplanned and thoughtless chasing of luxury has indeed led us to the state that we are in today. Look around to see the kind of avoidable waste we pile up on the planet every day, every hour, every second.

In our enthusiasm to over manufacture and over sell we have ended up creating a whole list of products and items which more harmful than beneficial, yet in the name of commercialization, marketing and profit mongering, countries, companies and individuals have contributed to the massive deterioration of the quality of the air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink and the soil we will return to. According to Elin Ostrom’s Theory of Commons, air, water, land and other items of ‘public property’ like the forests, wild life and so on are tragically owned by none, but used alike by all and therefore end up being exploited and plundered indiscriminately, the repercussions of we are living with already!

If you don’t agree please look up these links!

https://www.beanbagsrus.com.au/blog/bean-bags-safe/

https://bigbeanbagcompany.com/

https://www.britannica.com/story/plastic-disaster-how-your-bags-bottles-and-body-wash-pollute-the-oceans

So do we have options? Here are some alternative traditional seats which require you to sort of semi-squat available in olden days including in my ancestral home during my childhood called the ‘palaka’.

That is if you entered the kitchen or the dining room in say 1980s, one of my aunts or uncles would simply ask you to pull a ‘palaka’ and get seated!

slurping rice porridge using spoons fashioned of pale jack fruit leaves in the kitchen with uncles and grand parents, while seated on ‘palaka’ is a favorite memory

Now there is another variety which was used during special occasions like poojas, mostly to place the lighted lamp during festivals like ‘Vishu’, ‘Onam’ or when paying tribute to departed souls during ‘chatham’ the now almost forgotten ‘avana palaka’.

Avana Palaka



I did find some interesting ancestral cookware, which perhaps have only nostalgic value at this wonderful site
https://www.facebook.com/Ardacookware/

Am I denouncing all the benefits of modern living and glorifying the past? Well, you are free to have your opinion, but all I am trying to say is that we can be more aware of the waste we generate in the name of luxury and can certainly avoid products which have the thermocol balls which choke drains, kill animals, pollute water and are even a fire hazard! Perhaps an ‘environmental friendly’ rating on products will and should help.

Its Ugadi here in Bangalore, it’s new year and time for new thoughts, may be a little thinking of the world we live in will help all of us, cheers to that and Happy Ugadi, folks!