Lessons I learned from WordPress in absentia

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Limiting ourselves in different ways, helps us grow. Strange but true. I try this on a daily basis for different “I cant live without xyz” thoughts. Lessons I learned from WordPress in absentia:

*Number one is that I am NOT indispensible on WordPress! Nor in Life: it carries on without me just fine, ambling along at work, at home, in a park, and so on.

* Taper your Meddle-ing instincts in other peoples’ affairs, what they do, is right for them🙏

Create a Paragon Of excellence, I tell the students, such that “you are the best you can be;” even if you Blossom into a fool 🤡(shakespearen clown) or a gorgeous phool फूल 🌺(flower).

* Focus  on 35 mm🙌🏽. We people are all budding photographers, in or out of focus; partly because its so easy to do so with📷 not 📽. No developing. No prints. No waste of resources. No waste of money on printing and mailing. WWHD? What Would Hitchcock Do? WWRKD? What Would Raj Kapoor Do?

* Puncture your own ego once in a while, you might feel better when Flat😉!

* After all, chaos must give way to Order, even if it had a Trumpian / Putin/ Modi flavour.

That’s the sum Total of my thoughts this week. I must say that I am Relieved that I’m through this weeks many prompts😄! There sometimes ten days in a w👀k.

“When Life is at Stake” and “IF”

When Life is at Stake
Your life begins with innocence and love-
Wonder for a human life that charms,
Regard for all who help, heart that warms,
Until one cold day, life gives a shove.

And then you display reactions, turmoil, ill feeling.
You build a hateful purpose, disregard life and human,
Comparisons, unfair, you lash out! Zoom in,
Why do you let anger decide to send lives reeling?

Consequence sends you behind bars straight-
Verdict is your life sentence for man slaughter.
A long wait begins, soul search in quiet water,
family now committed to a bitter social fate.

Time passes: your age, purpose, reasons change;
Calm creeps in, regrets lead to insight and appeals.
“You’re not alone” whisper friends at meals;
Now wishing regard for a human, this social derange!

Too late to change! Wallow in life’s grime!
Date is fixed. Letters, cards, books arrive in-
Family trying to save your soul in heaven!
When on earth, you didn’t let them help it shine.

Times change, choice still, to still life, is a silent Syringe.
Life’s over, the sentence, too. You’ve come to terms,
Forgiveness to self. Document read, State seal firms:
“Name, list of crimes, and the Jury’s Verdict.” You don’t cringe.
R.I.P.

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IF

If you had Survived circumstances beyond your control,
If you had Distant memories of a hurt,
If you had Trace of a crime in your career,
If you had reflections, a Portion of which was regret,
If you had Impressions, that you can make things better,
If you were given one golden chance, a prisoner Reprieved,
Suddenly, you have Life!

I ask you, what matters:
Living?
Living well?
Living free?
Loving living?
I wonder, what will You choose?

P. S. The same kind of work in Uniform, gives All of the above choices.

Reference https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.businessinsider.com/a-death-row-inmate-describes-his-thoughts-days-before-execution-2017-4  P.S. Wishing peace prevail in his and many other families like his, so crime is minimized.

Tolerance Radiates, Intolerance does too!

“Tolerance Radiates love and peace, whereas, Intolerance radiates anger and bloodshed.Thinkinkadia.

One day, I was driving slow on a right turn and did not pick up much speed because within two hundred yards, there was another right turn. And then I was in a busy shopping complex, so maintained a low speed till I parked.

It was the first day of winter break, and we had decided to go to a park for a walk and breakfast. As my family was ready to step out, I heard a honk and a man signaling me to step out.

I did and the man started yelling about my driving skills and how I was deliberately going too slow. Right away the teacher mind kicks in, so I do not defend myself and I just listen to him.

When he paused, I answered, that there was a posted speed limit and I thought I was within that.

When people are angry, they repeat the same thing over and over, till the steam runs out. So I listened, apologized for the inconvenience. Finally, he said something less angry, but just enough to hint that he was grumpy and not giving in.

That’s when I decided to end it Infused with love and respect. I said, “Sir, I have heard you, understood you, explained to you, and apologized. (Pause) Have a wonderful day and I wish you a Merry Christmas.”

After absorbing all that I tripped on my dogs leash within two minutes of getting my family from the car, dislocated my thumb, and spent a packet getting it fixed. One month of healing and a small price to pay for Peace.
I chose it as a safer option versus a potential social Detonate-ing experience.

Q: When you meet an angry person, what do you hear?

Adrift on the Bay of Bengal! Fathoms of Black.

Adrift

My first cruise was with my family to the Andamans in the largest vessel I had ever seen upto the age of twenty one.

We conglomerated at Kolkata from three different cities, since me and my brother were the working elite by then. It was planned by our parents, as the last (pre-retirement) vacation. We’ve been on many vacations since then, but the word retirement was a huge unknown, predicting settlement and certainity, unknown to army families. Until it happens anyway!

The huge ship took hours leaving for another unknown, Andaman Islands far into the Bay of Bengal, pulled by a tiny tugboat, guided through the initial shallow waters, as we explored our cabin, and later the ship, guided by the awesome Captain. On Jan, 26, we got together on the deck for a flag hoisting and a small celebration with the Captain and his crew for the Republic Day. The most unique celebration, that I had ever partaken in, was this one, adrift at high sea.

Reading Indian history was not an easy task, considering it was five to six thousand years of recorded history. But India lost some of it through vandalism and pillage and I lost some through changing places and language, change in medium of instruction!

Yes, for two years, I studied it in Hindi, because this tiny school in Mhow had only one Hindi speaking social studies teacher. She was amazing storyteller and I learned a lot, but my trace memories and vocabulary of that part are in Hindi! There was no repetition of topics, for there was so much to fathom.

To connect historical images back to the ship now moving steadily on the vast Bay of Bengal, I was looking for kala pani (black waters symbolic of cruel punishment) and imagining, why was it a punishment during the British colonial times, to be sent on such a fun trip! And why weren’t the waters black?! I imagined my ancestors being sent to the infamous Cellular Jail for uprisings, or as slaves, and … suddenly there it was.

Black as ever, the real Kala pani, merging with the horizon all around, punctuated only by silver flying fish, sun and it’s jeweled reflections shimmering off the wake and gentle lapping waves! I was in a blank, the most beautiful memory of nothing.

My heart came back from nowhere and Catapulted out of my mouth with an Oh! and I ran back to call my family out for sharing nothing. Fathoms of Black!

The visit to the islands was an amazing adventure in itself, and we came back by air. Saved to be wordpressed on another prompted day😉!

P.S. I plan to write every weekend from now: trying to get that book finished. Thanks for your support! Love to all!

Unmoored @ Peace

“Is being unmoored a reason to be insecure, a season for growth, an opportunity for learning about the new shore, or a moment of facing our fears? I believe, all of the above.” Thinkinkadia.

Do you see the new shore as a planet or continent or simply, the other side of the street you live on?

Point is one can feel unmoored without tea or coffee, phone or car keys; or one could literally be unmoored in a classroom full of unwilling learners; or hungry with a kitchen full of supplies; or in a boat, amidst a storm, on the other side of Nicobar islands, where tribals make you a pin-cushion of arrows before you land.

Taking the last example further, congratulations to the tribals for meeting their basic human needs and succeed in overcoming their unknown, YOU!

Now, if you study the unknown to get familiar with, then you can be exploring or even looking forward to a reason to be insecure, a season for growth, an opportunity for learning about the new shore, or a moment of facing the silly old fear.

Try it on a small situation from your routine life and catch yourself smiling😉 It does get better after a few practice runs, doesn’t it😄🎵 Tell me about your experiment!

Enjoy the temporary phases of making the ❓Unknown, Known💚!

🗣Go For It! GET Unmoored

Notty nor Nice😉

Notorious Farce Descends life graph quickly.” Thinkinkadia

Life is like a street, where our deeds catch up with us at the next signal, sooner than later.

You may be the driver of your car, and you might be so cool, think it’s fun/ funny, want to reach some where faster than others- but if one doesn’t respect the traffics pace or needs, then the attitude generates a consequence that brings down the car, spirit, or figures resting in the wallet.

In life’s costs, that’s got to hurt!

Especially, for a public figure addicted to publicity.😉

Fittest Revive Over the Precipice!

Precipice

Fully conscious and deserving are you,
make your mistakes, with abandon enjoy;
Guided by power of insight anew-
Try out ideas, courage to toy.

Have faith in your abilities,
Build the skills to create, every day.
Sway not by riches, nor nitty-gritties;
Create in dreams, that you doth play.

No need to care, or gingerly tread,
around the proud, overconfident.
Do the needful, you mustn’t dread-
Work awardless, regardless; make that dent.

In this world, ring in justice
for people whose struggles are true.
Hang not over life’s precipice-
Let survival remain of the fittest few.

To Mothers, Care, and Nurturing

Final

I’m at my wits end about money spinning doctors. The purpose of care stems from selflessness. I believe its most effective too, when it is done from nurturing spirit, like that of a Mother, especially Mother Nature.

I do understand overhead expenses on the infrastructure and technology needed to support the doctors offices for giving care. But, why must non-business people have to pay for their fancy perks?
Considering that we all have professions which need our time, study, skill, and sacrifice. Every skill is important but society judges payment based on popularity of skill set, or supply and demand. A useless numbers game?
None of this logic appeals to teaching or artists. People know it is a giving spirit that does these jobs, so it is literally expected that they do the job for less. And for people who want to keep things simple, nurturing, and giving, it is even less so.
Unless you are greedy for money, or have a brand name, you must not be good enough in your ability to teach or produce artwork?
At the same time, it is very heartening to know, that it is still possible to find people who will share their skill ‘just like that’, spontaneously, simply because you expressed interest. Two years ago, in one trip, I learned how to make a simple leather bag and decorate a leather journal for free, on the spur of the moment, from two giving artists/small business operators. Not that I had to start a business, but because it’s amazing what people can do and I’d like to do it atleast once.
There are places you can find giving people, but it’s a membership, affiliation, association, board of directors, and push for enrollment thing. And that works well, except there’s money involved at some level; either hopes, aspirations, investment, numbers enrolled, or classes.
There some Doctors who will do good in other countries and go above and beyond, in helping human beings just because it is the right thing to do. That is rather an exception, than the rule.
I cannot speak for them, just myself. I try to teach from the spirit, without greed, for the good of, but firm on my expectations from students. No exchange of material things to generate love or reinforce good behaviour. I’m not sure it’s enough, so I just keep plugging along.
Finally, I would like to €mpha$ize dental care: don’t bite off more than you can chew. 😄Flo$£ Dail¥! All traditional knowledge has now been officially trashed by modern trained doctors who will convince you the only thing for you is to get treatment right away from them or people they refer you to.
Being subjected to their wisdom, tools, sales tactics and bills right now😉! Time to test creativity on practical matters. Please excuse my absence until things get better.

On Mother’s Day, I pray for those mothers and children: who are not educated, who understand less of the commercial powers of the world, and who struggle to survive on this same Mother Earth.
Happy Mother’s Day to All!

Gotta Hand it to Reflections!

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I started doodling in college. Just doodling, experimenting, as I do with words.

Now-a-days there’s a trend to buy books with such pictures to colour inside. This is a pencil drawing (edited in photoshop to give the blue hue) I made to contribute to someone’s book.

Its a good way to do something for someone, and you end up gaining in valuable Reflections! I promise you the value is much more when you do things from scratch, by yourself.

On this blog, is a poem on how much I value and “Recognize the Hand.”

Reflecting