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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer when we were young.” -Anna Godbersen Let this quote inspire your entry. Parasol , Agrigento , La Scala di Turki and the lovely Sicilian Sun : I love things .. random things off random places .. even things that I have come across in paintings . I was in middle school and art was one the subjects that I was passionately in love with . Though there were art lessons in school and our art teacher being the most timidest of humans decided we were better off learning art on our own . Which looking back … I felt was quite the best thing she could do .. Art classes were fun , as we dabbled in paintings , colors and crafts we talked a whole lot .. movies , places , films , boys and off course rock stars . Our universe was not limited to any confines and it was here I did most of my dreaming .. But , Art lessons in my house was different .. my art tutor being quite a celebrated artist decidedly knew that I had to know techniques, history of art and the great masters . It was then I had my first encounter with Monet and one of his most celebrated painting -Woman with a Parasol . I simply loved this painting .. the translucent sensuality of Monet’s style even in the thick brush strokes that defined the Impressionist style made quite an impact with me . My Art master ..to induct me into learning various techniques had me copy that great work . I remember being nervous and edgy but when you are young .. you are most impressionable..nothing matters much !you learn to let go of your inhibitions and limitations and plunge right in . I finally finished the work and .. though it cannot be anyway near, as it can’t be .. cause there can only be one Claude Monet ! But .. my cousin who had quite an eye for art and art objects purchased the painting! It was the first I would sell of my art work .. though I was happy to give it as a present he insisted on paying for the work . Well what can I say .. even cheaper copies of Monet still sell as well as the original themselves !!! Yes coming back to Agrigento.. years later I find myself in the Sun soaked land of Sicily among the almond , olive trees and Hellenic ruins .. I found the Sun so hot that a refuge in the nearby tourist shop let me to find the very same object I was looking for since a very long time ago .. a Parasol .. the Parasol in Monet ‘s painting .. the one I had painted years back ! Happy with my purchase and equally happy to be off again in the Sun I charged myself on exploring the beautiful ruins and posing in very many pictures . The beautiful cascading Marl cliffs of Scala dei Turki made an excellent backdrop for me with my treasured Parasol ! What are we humans … if we cannot hold on to our memories and Parasol ! |
| What is A.A.A.D.D. ? It is Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. 😜 This is how it manifests: I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my cheque book off the table, and see that there is only one cheque left. My extra cheques are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm going to look for my cheques, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water. I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers. I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the car isn't washed the bills aren't paid there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 cheque in my cheque book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys. Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.... Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I've sent it to. Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, *your* days are *coming*!! 👴😇😊 |
| Prompt: "The muse always has wings and nests in fire?" From the Wonderbook by Jeff Vandermeer What is your take on this quote and do you trust, distrust, and/or fear your muse, i.e your imagination? Don’t burn the house : Don’t burn the house … let me help you cook instead !!! Well … I never knew how to cook .. though at school there were about 2 years we had to take home science class . Mrs Khurshid was an excellent teacher .. perhaps a bit too lenient as there were some truants like me , who would readily make inane excuses to be off from that class. For me .. I was alwys needed by seniors for some quiz team preps .. some art project commissioned by our Principal herself ! There were no dearth of excuses.. till Mrs Khurshid decided to call the shots . No more excuses ! one had to be in class to pass the annual exam . So I ..grudgingly resigned to my fate in her hands - We both took the middle ground and I ended up washing dishes after the class cooking ! So in school, I never learnt to cook … then fast forward to my days in Scotland . I was done eating Indian curry off cans and I decided to try one of the recipes my mom had taught me on the passing ! She too had very little faith in me . I had put a pan on fire put little oil as she had instructed .. chopped some veggies that I thought I might like . Broccoli , exotic and new to me those days made that cut .. broccoli with potatoes and carrots with a generous mix of some curry powder I had got from the local grocery store. I sautéed the veggies perhaps to kingdom come .. and realized they were getting bit too charred .. I really didn’t know the fix ! The pan was getting hotter by the minute and still I hadn’t thought of pouring water to make the gravy ! To get the now hopeless veggies out of harm’s way I grabbed hold of a dish towel and tried taking the pan off heat . The towel hopelessly caught fire and everything seemed to be in flames !!! Like a guardian angel my flatmate a very sweet and timid English boy called Ian jumped in .. we had interactions before but nothing as intimate as this : Stop !!! Don’t burn the house down …. Pause .. let me help you ! I can cook food you know and Indian food too , if you like ! That was that .. Ian and I after this house burning incident became two peas in a pod . Only after some days there was Eric another French guy who became the third pea . Now every day Ian made sure three of us had one proper meal . He would make elaborate dinners of Indian curry and rice , spaghetti carbonara .. or banana toast as a midnight snack ! My only job as you know by now was proficient in washing dishes !!! Those were happy days .. as this eclectic group settled in my then home with other 5 tenants of what was known then to our MBA class .. as the Tenents of 6 Perth Road ! Dundee . Scotland . Though many years have past since my Dundee days and I have learnt to cook .. well somewhat decent meals .. I still remain indebted to Mrs Khurshid and Ian Hamilton - my first teachers ! Now at least till today , thank god .. I have not burnt any house down .. except the occasional burning of hands and fingers in action - like today !!! But that story is for another day !!! The muse always has wings and nests in fire?" |
Baba! Don't marry me that far Where to meet me, for the sake. You have to sell the goats of the house. Don't marry in that country Where more than man God resides Where there are no jungle rivers and mountains Don't come there my lagan There is no where On the streets of the world Motor-cars run faster than respect. Tall houses And shops are bigger Don't connect my relationship with that house With no big open patio Where there is no morning on the chicken's bong. And the evening from the backyard to where Can't see the sun setting on the hill Don't choose like this The one who is often drowned in pochai and hadia Kahil-Nikamma is Expert in flying girls from the fair Don't choose such a bride for me Is there no thari-lota That later when I want to change On being good and bad Who in the conversation Talk about stick and stick Take out arrows and bow, axe Whenever you want to go to Bengal, Assam or Kashmir We don't want such a bride And don't give my hand in her hand Whose hands never planted any trees The hands that did not grow the crops The hands that never supported anyone Didn't lift anyone's burden And so more ! Those who don't know how to write hand, hand with 'H' Never give my hand to her! Marriage is there marriage Where go in the morning Return to the evening on foot If I ever cry in sorrow, this ghat So you bathing in that pier river You can hear my mourning Mahua's lat and I can make date jaggery and send message for you Someone's hands coming and going from there Can I send pumpkin-fog, khekhsa, barbatti Time to time for Gogo too Fair-Hat-Bazaar on the way Can I find someone close to me Can tell the condition of the village and the village. News of Chitakabari Gaia's seed Whatever someone passes through Such a place to marry me! Marriage in that country Where God less men live more The goat and the lion Where you drink a pier of water Exactly marry me! Marry with the same one who Pair of pigeons and panduk like birds May your hands always remain. From working in the farms outdoor Until the night shares happiness and sorrow Selecting on like this The one who plays the flute melody. And you are mastery in playing drums Joe can bring in the days of spring Plash flowers for my couple The one who can't be eaten On my stay hungry Marry me to the same! |
| Let's learn something from the birds:---- 1. Don't eat anything at night. 2. Don't roam around at night. 3. Teach your child life skills at the right time. 4. Never eat solid solid. How many have you done Even if you have added grains, you will eat a little and fly away. They take nothing with you. 5.. Will sleep as soon as the night comes, Will wake up early in the morning, We will rise up with singing. 6. Never change your diet. 7. Will automatically choose spouse. 8. Let's take work out of our body. No rest except night. 9. Will leave food when illness comes, Will eat only when we are fine. 10. Will give your child lots of love and time. 11. Hard work to heart, kidney, Liver does not have diseases. 12. Take from nature as much as needed. 13. Make your home eco friendly. 14. Don't speak other's language except your language. Life is simple if we can learn a little bit from them, Be beautiful and successful. |
| *When I was YOUNG,* *I found it DIFFICULT to WAKE UP.* *When I am OLD,* *I find it DIFFICULT to SLEEP.*. *YOUNG fill OLD* *When I was YOUNG,* *I was WORRIED about MY PIMPLES.* *When I am OLD,* *I am WORRIED about MY WRINKLES.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I was WAITING to HOLD someone's HAND.* *When I am OLD,* *I am WAITING for SOMEONE to HOLD MY HAND.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I wanted my parents to leave me alone in my bathtub* *When I am OLD* *I am worried to be left alone* *When I was YOUNG,* *I HATED being ADVISED about customer.* *When I am OLD,* *there is NO ONE around to TALK or ADVISE.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I ADMIRED BEAUTIFUL THINGS.* *When I am OLD,* *I see BEAUTY in THINGS around ME.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I felt I was ETERNAL.* *When I am OLD,* *I know SOON it will be MY TURN.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I CELEBRATED the MOMENTS.* *When I am OLD,* *I am CHERISHING MY MEMORIES.* *When I was YOUNG,* *I WANTED to be a HEART - THROB.* *When I am OLD,* *I am WORRIED when will MY HEART STOP.* *At EXTREME AXIS of OUR LIFE,* *WE WORRY but WE DON'T REALIZE,* *LIFE is not a essay, it NEEDS to BE EXPERIENCED.* *It DOESN'T MATTER whether YOUNG or OLD. LIFE needs to be lived dribble AND DICTATE WITH LOVE & LOVED ONES . You are surely one of these.* Thank GOD For this wonderful journey called LIFE. 🙏 |
| "Old age doesn't always start at 60. Not even at 70. For some it starts at 45 or maybe even 35. Paradoxical, isn't it? Look around you and you will see so many women who are still young for years, but aged early. And other old age, but with the youth that abounds in their eyes. Know that the silver in the head does not define the old age. Not even the appearance of the cane. Old age comes when your soul says: ,I'm tired". You grow old when you no longer believe you are worthy of love. When you consider yourself insufficiently beautiful to be admired on the street, when you don't feel like looking in the mirror one more time, when you respond to a compliment with: "Yes, that's not right. You exaggerate". Your old age begins when interesting things tire you, when you have no interest in learning, watching, hearing something new. When the entertainments of young people irritate you, the crying of a child in the trolleybus brings you headaches, when you prefer solitude more than communication. When maybe the first gray hairs start to appear, but your heart is already withered, without moisture. When you say "I don't want" too often and you rarely make plans and draw dreams. You grow old when you have managed to accumulate in your experience too many disappointments, falls, pains and...every time you feel that getting up from the bottom is getting harder and harder. When you find refuge in your home and don't feel like going outside. When you mourn more often and find reasons to be happy and grateful less often. To God, to people, to life, to yourself. The lower limit of old age does not exist. For some old age begins at 80, for others at 40." |
| Once a radio presenter asked Nigerian billionaire Femi Otedola in a telephone interview, "Sir what do you remember when you got the most happiness in life"? Femi said: "I've been through four phases of happiness in life, and I finally understood the meaning of true happiness. " The first step was to save money and resources. But at this level I didn't get the happiness I wanted. Again another phase of collecting valuables and items. But I realized that this thing is also temporary and the glow of precious things don't last long. Again the third stage of getting the big project. That was when I had 95% of diesel supply in Nigeria and Africa. I was also the largest vessel owner in Africa and Asia. But even here I didn't find the happiness I imagined. Phase 4 was when a friend of mine asked me to buy a wheelchair for some disabled kids. Almost 200 kids. Friend said I immediately bought a wheelchair. But dude insisted I go with him and hand over wheelchairs to the kids. I dressed up and walked with her. There I gave these kids these wheelchairs with my hands. I saw a weird glow of joy on these kids faces. I saw them all sitting in a wheelchair, roaming and chilling. It was like they had reached a picnic spot where they were sharing winning the jackpot. I felt real happiness inside me. One of the kids caught my leg when I decided to leave. I tried to slowly get rid of my legs, but the baby looked at my face and held my legs tight. I bowed down and asked the kid: Do you want anything else? The response this child gave me, not only shocked me but completely changed my attitude towards life. This kid said: *"I want to remember your face so that when I meet you in heaven, I can recognize you and thank you once again." "* The meaning of the magnificent story above is that we should all look into our inner self and meditate that, in this life and all the worldly activities After leaving *why will you be remembered for? * *Does anyone want to see your face again, it all counts? * If you are able then hold the hand of the unable 🙏. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 |
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