Travel

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 22

“The World is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.”

Saint Augustine

So pack your bags and travel.

Waiting for long distance train.

Life Happens on Streets

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 21

Street

There is a lot happening on streets. Oblivious to the rest of the world, the scripted and often unscripted play unfolds. And somewhere there is a person with a lens, probably a voyeur capturing that act , which is unraveling in public.

Cycling for a cause.
Procession on the street.
Bargaining with street vendor
Street Art
Stray dog , mother and puppies being fed.
Street entrepreneurs, carrying bricks on a bike.

Sun Lost A Battle.

Sun was fighting a losing battle today.
He tried but the clouds were stronger and he couldn’t free himself from their hooded captivity.


He was denied even a teeny glimpse of his ardent admirer who was waiting with the lens focused on him.


Yet, he let me know that we would meet again tomorrow, his message scribbled over the sky in fiery orange ink.

Old Photographs

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 20

Old

More than anything else, the word old, reminds me of old photographs. A moment frozen in colour or sepia. A portal to travel back in time to that moment . Fragments of memories that we leave behind for our children to remember us when we are gone.

This song by Kris Kristofferson is one of my favourites.

Look at that old photograph
Is it really you
Smiling like a baby full of dreams

Smiling ain't so easy now
Some are coming true
Nothing's simple as it seems

But I guess you count your blessings with the problems
That you're dealing with today
Like the changing of the seasons

Ain't you come a long way
Ain't you come a long way
Ain't you come a long way down
This old road.

Then this collection of old cassettes.I was enchanted into the world of Rock, Pop and Country Songs by these cassettes. I had a Walkman then . Now these are valuable keepsakes which echoes nostalgia everytime you look at it.

Happy International Men’s Day

This post is for the good men in my life. Particularly to the one who changed my life.

My family was statistically, a female dominated one; my Daddy being the only male member.

Having a father who was conservative, protective and also who was a police officer; my pre-teen, teen and early 20s went wasted without the thrill of being pursued by boys or me vying for the attention of boys.

I got two of my best friends, boys, at the age of 23 who showed me what it meant to have boys as buddies. I came to know from them, that in spite of being named as Rambha, Menaka and Tilothama, the three apasaras,  behind our back, it was the fear, my Daddy evoked as a Police Officer, that kept all the youth in my tiny village at bay.

I became, kind of a rebel, once Dalton John Junior conquered my heart with his mighty pen. Once my Daddy banned the letters and kept a watch on the post, my buddy gave his address keeping my postal love alive. He hid the paintings which I received as birthday gifts at his office, away from my Daddy’s sight.

I won the rebellion, my Daddy gave in, and I married the man I loved.

Inside each one of us, there is a miracle which is meant for just one person. And Dalton John whom I call as “ Boy” was my miracle. That miracle was not meant just for me. It was a transference leaping from one member of my family to another, changing everyone for the better. From seeing him as my worst mistake, he became the elder son whom my Daddy never had, a brother, my sisters missed.

And how he took me and gently turned my life around!!!

He gave me freedom, the first taste of which was bitter. I received everything I wanted on a platter till then, being completely dependent on my father. Having to do things independently, meeting people, turned the introverted me into an ambivert. The bitter taste became sweet and then exhilarating. I got my wings and the freedom to soar.

He showed me, that love has to be worn on your sleeves sometimes. My conservative parents got the first hugs in their lives. There was an abundance of “I love yous”. I learned that emotions and deepest feelings don’t have to be bottled up.

He puts us before everything else.

He keeps chivalry alive.

He wants his mornings to begin with a hug from us.

He lets us pull his leg all the time, and laughs with us at our “Papa is” jokes.

He admits his shortcomings and accepts the naggings from us.

He let me be the Supreme Commander and is happy being the henchman.

He does the dirtiest chores like cleaning the bathroom drain.

He works 18 hrs a day, to give us all the luxuries he possibly can.

He lets me be me, the Superwoman, yet holds my hand while crossing a busy road.

He lets me be his stylist and wears only what I choose for him and I don’t even know if he really like them.

He challenges me to be better than him in everything and is happy to play the second fiddle.

He is a master of all trades and the one who has earned my respect for his integrity, his grind and his philanthropy .

All he has ever asked from us is to be in his life and to love him with all his flaws and we do just that.

And for all that and more, I love him and he is one of the best of men, one in a trillion.

Then I have my brother-in- laws who filled the brother shaped voids in my life.

Apart from them, I have been associated with many good men at work and in my expanded friend circle whom I like and cherish.

Lately there is another young man who tilting the balance towards himself, our elder son.  When I look at him, I am awestruck at the man he has become and I am proud that he is one man added who would make this world a better place in whatever way he can.

For all the good men out there, I hope you know that, how much ever you are underappreciated we need you in more ways than we would ever admit.

I hope you have a Wonderful Day and you get to hear ‘I love Yous’ and ‘I Appreciate Yous’ from the people whom you love and also some love from people that you least expect the same from.

From Ordinary to Extraordinary

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 17

Extraordinary

What does it take to go from ordinary to extraordinary? It is that little “extra” something we have to do . We do not have to do extraordinary things to be extraordinary; it is enough that we do ordinary things differently.

To be extraordinary, instead of counting the reasons for not doing all we could have done, we act upon our ideas. We conquer our fear of losing; draft and follow the plans we made to puruse our dreams. We are not afraid of being wrong either, or of accepting mistakes and stepping back.

Even when everyone around us gives up or are content of being part of a herd, we stand alone, tall, like this bud.

There are no extraordinary men just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with.

William Halsey

Life – A celebration of Colours

November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 16

Monochromatic

Which colour would you choose if your world would be monochromatic?

Green?

Red?

Brown ?

Leaving nature aside, how does your life turn from monochromatic gray to colourful hues? People? Experiences?

I do associate people with colour. Some are sunshine yellow with their bright smiles. A few sombre gray , serious and unsmiling. A team member’s idea, explained in purple and the boss yelling in red.

I love this paragraph from the book “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr which is about a blind French girl Marie – Laure and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II.

Colour – that’s another thing people don’t expect. In her imagination, in her dreams, everything has colour. The museum buildings are beige, chestnut, hazel. Its scientists are lilac and lemon yellow and fox brown. Piano chords loll in the speaker of the wireless in the guard room projecting rich blacks and complicated blues down the hall toward the key pound. Church bells send arcs of bronze careening off the windows. Bees are silver, pigeons are ginger and auburn and occasionally golden. The huge cypress trees she and her father pass on their morning walk are shimmering kaleidoscopes, each needle a polygon of light.