Innocence Incense

“The most intoxicating Perfume is that of natural innocence; made more beautiful only in the act of giving.” Thinkinkadia

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Teach on! Regardless …

“Knackered only till you hunker down and choose to love what you do.” Thinkinkadia

A few years ago, as a new substitute teacher, I used to come home from teaching other people’s classes and once in a while, be so knackered that I would lay down to recover before interacting with my family. A few years later, I decided this was the job of my choice. And there went the word Knackered, forever.

I used to call it classroom terrorism. They still call it partytime. Some adults also ‘understand’ the students’ need for fun. I have honestly met more scary defiance from student teenagers than teens captured for weilding a gun.

I guess it has something to do with the onus of responsibility and sense of purpose. The variable of territoriality remains the same. It’s their area, they know it better, you are the outside element, and they are going to get you, even at a cost to themselves. Terror mannerism.

Or, is terrorism, needing a new word in the adult world? But for the politics behind it, everything else seems pretty similar.

What makes a child 1/4th or sometimes 1/5th your age, disrespect you is the ‘stranger element.’ You are not neither their parent who is going to provide food, clothing, and shelter; nor the teacher who is going to grade them or mediate between home and school.

Older kids want to see if you really care enough about them to ignore their misconduct. Younger ones want to try experiments against authority figures that they can get away with. The little ones don’t like change and don’t know how to manage their energy or their attitudes. See the pattern.

And then the ones you’ll meet anywhere are the ones needing love but asking for it through negative attention. Wherever you go, whatever the age, there are a few people I learned I will meet who need to be heard. Listen on.

In the end, that’s the job. Listen to them, love them, or respect them, and when absolutely necessary, discipline with words or consequences. Teach on, regardless.

It never ceases to amaze me that eventually they grow up and realize what is the right way, if you stayed strong in the right choice. Having mixed feelings about this thankless job?

As a parent, one knows it all works out for the better in the long run, or atleast till life is done😉

🤐Published few hours ago using an old digital draft(!) on April 28, 2017, and it dispersed moodily. Thus, re-posted. Please consider this the real one. I will have to delete the other soon as I can find it😉 Apologies

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Blanket All’s!

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Wikipedia informs us that blanket word came from the name Thomas Blanket (Blanquette), a Flemish weaver who lived in Bristol, England in the 14th century.

I went deeper into synonyms, not believing that there weren’t blankets before the fourteenth century, and I found a wonderful online resource: “Pashmina” by A. Pathak.

According to Pathak, shawls and woollen fabric traditions existed since the Indus Civilization. They were even mass produced for export in the 14-15th centuries. It was a huge cottage industry in the Himalayan region and got a new life during Zain-ul-Abidin’s reign in Kashmir. There were gift exchanges of fine goat hair mar’izz(a) shawls even in the 13th-14th Centuries.

Apparently, the English and French weavers were inspired by Kashmiri shawls, discussed in detail by J. Irwin and M.L. Strauss. Forster in 18th and Moorcroft in 19th Centuries detailed about the process and enterprise itself, noting that floral designs became popular.

Aurangzeb’s physician, Bernier, in addition was so impressed in 1655, that he wrote down accounts about every aspect of the mass production of these prized shawls.

P.S. If you know facts from your cultural histories, kindly add links/ info below because I believe it is necessary to give due weightage to facts available in any language.

Ref: (Gorgeous images) http://www.kashmircompany.com/blog/william-moorcroft-and-the-journey-of-the-kashmir-shawl-to-europe/

Do you love Gray?

Gray stood undecided, against a cream wall, with an embossed floral pattern lacing across the length and width of it. She was unsure and waiting patiently.
You see, Gray had to! She was born out of the marriage of Black and White, who were a stark contrast. She stood leaning towards one and then the other, shifting her feet, elegant but needy.
Her designer arrived in time to finish her vast universe of a dress for the performance tonight. She flourished a maroon border with soft gold whispers kissing all along the flowing intricate weave.
Gray looked gorgeous, modestly representing a glamorous family, and simply gathering around the expanse, swiftly gaining enough power to generate a lightening storm.
The audience thunder-clapped in a standing ovation all the way to a roaring applause, ending in tears of joy gushing down to nourish the silent earth.

Bloomin’ Kin

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My dog kept barking up a tree and led us to the sweetest Surprise !

 

Spring Jolt

I put on my best performance after a restful winter,

A lush green space spreads fast everywhere;

Evoking joy from people of all ages tender,

They  regard less, consume my land, water rare.

P.S. Thank you dear readers for your interest and support. I will be gone for a week. Back on 25th to catch up with your creations for sure! A short family vacation😉

Out of the-Box, Box-in, Boxing

It must be the phase people are going through as a society, that insecurities, with a sprinkling of anxiety, stress, and fear; that Cranky is in fashion!
It isn’t funny to get creative about, but when you see such trends over decades, couple as a child and three as a student of curiosity, then it becomes amusing. The aftermath is scary for sure, what we human beings are capable for doing to each other within and without democracies, plutarchies, and any other box you can think of.

Which brings me to the point that we people love categorizing everything and people in a box BUT we aspire to BE out of the box! Extremely amusing trend that is Climbing the charts.

Our biographies, televisions shows, magazines celebrate people, scientists, workers, women, and leaders who were self-made or out of the box, which itself does seem to have its own defining (read, limiting!) criteria, another box. As in, a box for being out of the box!!!

If you are not ‘in a box’ or in the ‘out of the box’ box, then you are possibly put in a waste box, dismissed as trash, ignored as a useless liability.

Why? In my view, it is because of the ‘box-in’ tendency of a human. To rise above our tendencies, surpass our limiting natures, isn’t understood easily as a strength. Please do ponder about what we can be as a society even if ten percent of the worlds population rises above boxing (read, fighting) or rise above the tendency to box-in (read, categorizing) people?

Boxing or Box-in: Is that all we are capable of?!!

Teach On!

Knackered only till you hunker down and choose to love what you do.” Thinkinkadia

A few years ago, as a new substitute teacher, I used to come home from teaching other people’s classes and once in a while, be so knackered that I would lay down to recover before interacting with my family. A few years later, I decided this was the job of my choice. And there went the word Knackered, forever.

I used to call it classroom terrorism. They still call it partytime. Some adults also ‘understand’ the students’ need for fun. I have honestly met more scary defiance from student teenagers than teens captured for weilding a gun.

I guess it has something to do with the onus of responsibility and sense of purpose. The variable of territoriality remains the same. It’s their area, they know it better, you are the outside element, and they are going to get you, even at a cost to themselves. Terror mannerism.

Or, is terrorism, needing a new word in the adult world? But for the politics behind it, everything else seems pretty similar.

What makes a child 1/4th or sometimes 1/5th your age, disrespect you is the ‘stranger element.’ You are not neither their parent who is going to provide food, clothing, and shelter; nor the teacher who is going to grade them or mediate between home and school.

Older kids want to see if you really care enough about them to ignore their misconduct. Younger ones want to try experiments against authority figures that they can get away with. The little ones don’t like change and don’t know how to manage their energy or their attitudes. See the pattern.

And then the ones you’ll meet anywhere are the ones needing love but asking for it through negative attention. Wherever you go, whatever the age, there are a few people I learned I will meet who need to be heard. Listen on.

In the end, that’s the job. Listen to them, love them, or respect them, and when absolutely necessary, discipline with words or consequences. Teach on, regardless.

It never ceases to amaze me that eventually they grow up and realize what is the right way, if you stayed strong in the right choice. Having mixed feelings about this thankless job?

As a parent, one knows it all works out for the better in the long run, or atleast till life is done😉

🤐Published using an old digital draft(!) on April 28, 2017.

IF, a habit?

(My British friends, please have faith through some of this historical pattern … It does get better!)

If England hath no King…
If the Vikings had not invaded England
If the English hath no tortures subjected
If the English had no need to be the first to explore,
If the English hath no need emerging for greater power
If the English hadn’t seen the mission of spreading their way of life to the world
If the English hadn’t seen their way as the right way
If the English didn’t infect the world with Victorianisms
If the English hadn’t set up colonies everywhere
If the English hadn’t seen their invaded as primitive
If the English hadn’t enforced their language, their isms
If the English hadn’t treated people like darkies or dogs
If the English hadn’t been building deadly weapons
If the English hadn’t accepted it fair to leave people in peace
If the English hadn’t tired of resistance, gone back
If the English hadn’t reconsidered their role in history
If the English hadn’t learnt from their mistakes
If the English hadn’t opened their minds and doors
If the English hadn’t unified the world through language,
If the English hadn’t installed the technology they left behind
If the English didn’t revere so much their Queens
If the English didn’t hold on to Royal symbolism
If the English hadn’t standardized government, systems

If the Americans
didn’t repeat
patterns
………
……
….
..
.

Then,
Atleast one of worlds’ cultures may have evolved or at least retained a different system, albeit in another language, maybe in small measure, that would have been fair to diversity and respecting peoples for who they are.

Today If any One Family, or system in any part of the world, were to try to spread so many of its beliefs and build systems out of their own confidence and insecurities, we would hush them with a few choice words, fully understanding the purpose of their symbolism.

Since it is in the past,
we hold on,
and on …
on.

We change spellings.
We change accents.
We change clothes.
We change food.
We change minds.
We change others.
It’s a timely want
to change
We can’t
Don’t
Will
not
?

We laugh at ourselves
But the sameness …
Lingers on
We don’t
even
feel
it!

We made IF
a habit.
Habits
have
us
?

Measure
Timely

The 👑 King, 🐓-Less egg

I am Pleased to inform you
That Man has used his intelligence
To distinguish humans in evolution, hence.
Now is ready to relinquish the title mute,
Sliding down the list to extinguish its repute.

The distinguishing quality from other species, you ask?
To make an utter fool of our own species,
Faking Nature: flowers, art, emotions.
And now even food
The egg!

The reason, you ask?
The logic?
Or, ill~ of it.
Simply for,
making it count,
accumulating.
Counting
more numbers of
coloured paper,
with number on it,
made from pulp,
fiber, and
dye.

 

🤔Reference

http://www.theweek.in/authors.html?author=Sarath-Ramesh-Kuniyl