It is been sometime since I watched a movie, a good one, and this was it streaming on Netflix. It is a story about a beautiful bonding between two unlikely men and how it turns their life around. You can’t watch it without being teary eyed.
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No dream is too big!!! -
I learnt about switch words recently. Immediately, I shared it with my daughter and my friends, I said, use it, you should do it.
The frenzy lasted for a few days, but when it lasted there was more talk, some new thoughts and it was fun. The technique I hear is to repeat the switch word as many times as you please, something like a positive affirmation or the mantras we chant here in India.
I think the mind gets into an auto suggestion mode when it hears positive words on repeat and it sort of makes it happen.
Let me share what I learnt with you
DIVINE – is a switch word to use if you want to have miracles in life, who doesn’t !!!
REACH-HEALTHY-BE – is switch word to use for health
FIND-COUNT -DIVINE – is a switch word for wealth and prosperity
DO – is switch word to beat procrastination, like the Nike tag line, just do it
WOLF-MAGIC-BEGIN-NOW – is a switch word for quick solution
GIVE- is a switch word to sell anything
TOGETHER-DIVINE is a switch word for business growth
GOLDEN SUNRISE – is a switch word to use for any problem in life
TOGETHER DIVINE LOVE – is the switch word for love and relationship
There it goes, switch to positivity, use switch words!!!
Good luck, have a great day!!!
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What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
Tough question!!!!
I would love to receive opportunities to grow as a writer. To be able to explore by travelling, meeting people, spend days after days just writing.
Such trust and faith in my creative abilities means the world to me.
Or maybe I just want to be gifted some love, some time, some care…..
I do respect the question though, because when my friend Anwar asked me, did you have a crush, Lekha, I was so surprised, I wondered why no one ever asked me such a question before.
Then I had another friend, Binu Peter who, though casually, asked me what do you look for in a partner, I loved it that he chose to ask me this question.
And my daughter who asks me, ‘what would you like to eat ma? where would you like to go? what color do you like?’
Or sometimes my students who ask,’ what do you want to do more mam?, what place would you like to visit? who is your favorite student? or why do you write?’
I realize why questions are important now and relish it when questions are asked because well! for one it rules out assumption, doesn’t it?
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If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
It has to be blue. The blue of the sky, the dark blue of the night sky, the shades of blue of the clouds, there’s something so calming, yet so uplifting about the blue as a color.
Blue to me is vastness
a certain depth
a lightness too
a messenger of the universe
a beauty beyond words
blue it is!!!
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I remember reading all of D H Lawrence novels and then in quick succession, I read, Goddess Abides by Pearl S Buck.
For some reason my mind confused and remembered Goddess Abides as a D H Lawrence’s work, it being more sensual in nature compared to Pearl.S. Buck’s other works like Peony, Letter from Peking or Good Earth.
The netflix movie is incredible, delicately done and worth some watch.
And my respect for D H Lawrence was further improved when I later read some of his poems, like this one on Snake, where the poet waits patiently for his turn at the water trough…
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148471/snake-5bec57d7bfa17
Snake
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough
before me.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over
the edge of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second-comer, waiting.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused
a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels
of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold
are venomous.
And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.
But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink
at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?
Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him?
Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him?
Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.
And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders,
and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into
that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing
himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.
I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed
in an undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.
And I thought of the albatross,
And I wished he would come back, my snake.
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.
https://www.digitalspy.com/movies/a42119639/lady-chatterleys-lover-netflix-review-book-changes/
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Soar dear dreams
scale the horizon
with your span of wings
carrying a traveler soul
that seeks, asks and never stops trying
against walls of indifference
against the tide of time
crushing self doubt
fear of judgements ill
smile being its only weapon
desire being its only fuel
and a faith springing from within
‘we are time-travelers’, she said
I looked at her deep eyes
raging with fire
yes, I said, we must be so
sailors of the self
seeking new goals
finding love in letters
and hoping fervently for more
the universe being a constant
nods his head
and his broad back reflect
a nonchalant faith in our audacity
that is all there is
that is all there ever will be
Satyam!
Ps: To Rosewine Joy, for daring to dream
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‘How often’, cried the universe
should I tell you my child
that you are special
that your tears are mine
and your joys too
for in you I thrive
in you I live
grin it and bear it
it will only make you stronger
coz what are your dreams
if you donot chase them
what are your hopes
if you don’t hold them close
come to my safe arms when tired
know that the flowers that bloom
the breeze that sings
the sky that brightens
is all for you, just for you
go embrace yourself
coz you are just so special to me and to you!
PS: To Janvi , in moments of sorrow remember that we are all but children of the universe!
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It’s sometime since we sat together
said Sky, brooding over a dark blue cloud
yes, I smiled a little lost in thoughts
it’s been sometime since I have been with myself
a sigh escaped me
we looked at each other, Sky and I
in our individual journeys we have often lost each other
and in moments of quiet reflection, we always found ourselves side by side
a promise loomed large in the background
a mountain stood tall, some hills, some valleys and some plains
like a lost balloon danced a name in the winds
I looked up to see that by which I am called
a voice said, ‘I am there, just hereabouts, a hand’s reach away
Look at goals of the pen and the foot
stay quiet, stay humble and listen with heart
you shall not rest nor rust
focus forward and forge ahead
and I shall bend down to kiss thee
for know that the fallen riseth
the meek shall rule’
A faint breeze blew
a faint fragrance rose
and I am hooked to Sky forevermore
Amen!
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Having spent years and years in some sort of rather weird isolation, for causes that were demanding, for reasons that seemed not to give courage to be sociable in the real sense, opening up my home to friends has been a slow process.
A process of slow healing, a s slow but steady building of courage to say to say, ‘hey, look, come over to my place, will you?’
For someone who has been cautiously quiet, fearsome of judgement maybe, I realize how some visits have warmed me up to the human race and trust building.
Some people are special aren’t they?
Some people who come with love and bring with them no judgement and but warmth, add to your lives and spaces and then you realize its a good world, perhaps you should have more people over, more often, perhaps…
Broken hearts heal but slowly….but they do when you give them the chance…. So I did and viola… it helped when I had a dear friend visiting me in August.
And I think of Ashwini and Nimmy chechi, who come running, without hesitation to share a moment, to spend some time, make the home wholesome somehow with their mere presence.
And now when Maya came home with family, the feeling that has been recently positive and joyous returned ……..and her friendship and her positive family, filled up the home with a warm glow of love, in which I now sit basking….and left Andrew my cat, purring in joy!!!
To good friends, to friends who last, to those that care and show that they care… cheers!!! You make life worth living!!!!
Oh! did I see my little nest blushing..nah! just an over imagination!!!!
So, which friend called on you recently, how did that make you feel?
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Love, find me now
in the throes of living
not when I am in the pyre burning
nor when I am snoring senile
find me now when I am breathing
thirsting too for life and love
asking the universe of goodness
‘where do you hide it, I see it not’
find me singing songs delirious
find me chasing pebbles down
a rainy street among the street dogs
smiling at a random flower blooming
or a hope that is awakening
a dream that will take shape maybe
love, reach me in time
in times when countries and continents are shrinking
when hopes and dreams are struggling to stay alive
love, said she, cheerfully giggling
join me in finding small little joys of living
watching the sky blue and shining
the clouds fluffy and floating
the crickets singing nay chanting
sacred mantras of the night
for lonely hearts to fall asleep in good company
and the twittering birds calling out
weary eyes to a bright happy morning
saying perhaps this is too is love, know it, live it, now and evermore.
PS: To friends, Padma and others!
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