North meets South


Todays Prompt :  Object

Lamps are  objects that have always fascinated me… This picture is of an arrangement of my favourite lamps  that I lit  on Diwali, the Indian festival of lights,  this year. The taller lamps are typically South Indian brass lamps called Nilavillakku…the smaller ones are the traditional earthen ones.

It was a stormy night and so I could not light them outside the house..

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Lead kindly Light

Destiny


Today’s Daily Prompt:  Inevitable

 

Ah,

Inevitable it was

 …. that they had but just met

…. to let their hearts connect!

Yet

Inevitable it was

…..that they never knew

….. a gift given to very few!

So

Inevitable it was 

….. that they, as best friends, did part

…..  living n loving, they stayed apart!

Then

Inevitable it was

…… that their paths did cross

…… over the seas, miles across!

But

Inevitable it was 

….. that at last their souls did bond

….. within their hearts love they found!

Alas!

Inevitable it was

……. that they had found it too late,

…….  to love again was not their fate

Thus

Inevitable it was

……. that fate n destiny did ordain

…….  to live in pain and love in vain. 

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Longing


Todays Daily Prompt: Longing

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Woken from slumber,  she sat up with a start,

Was that deafening lub-dub her own heart??

Had her dream come visiting or was it real?

Had He come revisiting, her love, forever to seal?

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Stumped


What do I Divide ? My smiles, my  simple joys?

Or do I bring to the table, a whole lot of toys?

Eager as I was to write and to my post I jumped…

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Leap


She woke up that day with a song in her heart. She was going home!! Being at Medical school was great, but this was her first trip back home! Yayy! Tone deaf, she happily hummed a new popular ditty as she packed her bag.

She joined the equally excited bunch of girls in the hostel lobby and they made their way to the railway station.  The  group of ” boys ” from their batch joined them there.  No one had even thought of reservations and all of  them happily entered the unreserved compartment. The slatted seats were anything but comfortable but the exuberance of youth shielded them from any such discomfort. Seeing them, they could have well been in Executive Class aboard a luxury liner! Continue reading

Amma


Proud of You, Amma

The day a child is born , so is a mother… Being  the eldest child, this is doubly true, I guess, for my mother, who I call Amma.  A mother is your first teacher,  your first refuge, your eternal panacea for all troubles whether you are a one year ‘old’ infant or a 50 year ‘young’ woman. There exists an extra special bond between daughters and mothers which intensifies the day the daughter becomes a mother. An obstetrician by profession, I have lost count of the number of times I have witnessed the miracle of birth yet the novelty never wears thin.

My mother, a “simple homemaker” by definition, was and is easily one of the earliest and strongest influences of my life.  She inspired, coaxed and at times, literally dinned into us, her 3 daughters, the singular importance of being independent and self-reliant in the truest sense of the word.  That we were  “girls” never dimmed that determination even the slightest. I remember once on hearing  that she had 3 daughters, a lady at a local club get together remarked ” Oh I am so sorry!” Pat came my mothers reply… “Why? I am not!! In fact I am proud! ” She would go on to instill in us the courage to follow our dreams, never believe that there was anything that we could not do because we were ” girls”. The fact that we belong to a matriarchal society may also have helped.  The fact that we spent our childhood in Idyllic Goa also did.  Gladly supported by my father, we were allowed  tremendous freedom of choice and were vested with the power to choose from  a very young age. This manifested in me at a very early age when I refused to repeat a class because I was too young to be promoted to the next despite having topped that class.( Class I )

 Breathtakingly beautiful, Amma was a head turner in her youth.  She was an intelligent sincere and a good student but her formal education was cut short by her fathers untimely demise, when she was barely 14 yrs. Not a person to let obstacles become obstacles to her dreams, she resorted to home tuition and self-study to become proficient in Hindi soon after her studies. Married at a young age to my father, she retained her spark and individuality even  while she toiled tirelessly for the family and provided an emotional anchor to my father all through their marriage. She managed our farm in the village and her managerial skills on display  prompted one of my friends to remark that she was ideal Corporate honcho material!! An avid reader and a staunch movie buff, she enjoyed whatever life had to offer at each point in her life. 

 

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A young “me” in my gorgeous mothers lap. Also seen is my father to my left

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Amma, her 3 daughters and her grandchildren in 1995

The  care and support continued through my early years as a mother as I , by then a young doctor in the armed forces, struggled to balance a demanding career, marriage and kids. When I had to make a choice of a subject for PG, she supported me in the best way possible by spending valuable time with me and my son. Her immense strength and love was evident when she came to my  duty station  the day the last rites of my father was completed and yet never disclosed to me the fact that my father was no more as I was going through a complicated pregnancy. She even went to the extent of wearing the Taali ( a mangal sutra/mark of a married woman)  till I was finally told the truth on the 15th postnatal day. Hats off to her especially as my father’s death at 61 was a sudden unexpected and devastating event for my mother who was barely 52 then.  I sometimes wonder whether  I would be ever be able to do that.

 

It has not always been hunky dory. Being strong-willed and independent women, we have our differences of opinion, disagreements and discussions, but the underlying bond has only grown stronger and stronger over the years. To date we still talk for hours on end… sometimes over the phone, sometimes in person.  She is an integral part of my life even today and I like to think that I am a part of hers too.

She turned 75 last week and as per her wishes we celebrated it in Guruvayoor a temple town of Kerala. My sisters and my entire family made it a point to be there and it was a joyful occasion indeed. We sisters  had  initially made a plan of celebrating it as an event  attended by close family and friends but finally gave in to her wishes.

 

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The family gets together on her 75th bday

 I’d published this post way back in 2013….. the feelings remain unchanged …. she still  continues to  be an inspiration – you don’t have to always  burn your bras to prove that you are a thinking, independent, woman with a mind of your own……  Salute!!

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Life Rewinds


Ripples

As I stand before you today ,

I think of what I should say…

The salad days when my life had just begun?

The giggles? The tears? The laughter? The fun?

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Playing Santa


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”

You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?

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I love giving gifts and so being a Secret  Santa is something I would really enjoy… In fact one of my friends once said he had never known someone who loved giving gifts, as much as,  if not more,  than receiving gifts! Giving it anonymously spoils the fun in a way, because the joy of gifting is best rewarded by the smile of delight on the receivers face or at least in knowing that you made him /her /them happy.

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Reflections On Resolutions


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Be Resolved.”

We’re entering the final days of 2014 — how did you do on your New Year’s resolutions these past 11.75 months? Is there any leftover item to be carried over to 2015?

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Let me at the outset confess I don’t really make New Year resolutions that resolutely.  So there wasn’t much “stocktaking” to be done right now.  Oh I do make a few resolutions all through the year with deadlines of the following week , month and so on.  But I have forgotten the time I last made a New Year resolution in all earnestness for the  New Year per se.

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Cause And Effect “Revisited”


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cause, Meet Effect.”

You can single handedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected — a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery. What cause would you link to what effect, and why?

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Oh Wow .. what if the Birds chirped and Violins played?

N  every time I saw you, I heard  “our songs” in my head?

What if every time I looked at  a cake slice longingly

My weight would go down  by a 100 grams unfailingly?

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What if every time I wore the color lemon yellow

The stocks I bought an upward trend would follow?

What if  every time my left eye twitched,

My purse would get  doubly enriched ?

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All these causes are easy to make and do

And all the effects on my long list, “to-do “!

Jingle bells jungle bells jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to keep all my fears at bay!

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What bliss, if any of this ever came true

Oh, Word Press Daily Prompt, I love you!

For bestowing on me this world of fantasy

Were life is no-strife and everything so easy!!!

thank you