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!

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.😉

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

Adollable Teens! Witty Leaks😉

Teenage is a twitter-sweet, bitter-moot phase in which there are temporary mood swings between adulthood and childhood, and flavors of the complete range of emotions thrown in for good measure! All in a day’s work:)

Leaving parents wide-eyed in a state of suspended animation between perpetual readiness for Temporary surprise – shock possibilities to
Bitter rejection – instant hug love-abilities:)

 

 

Better (the) Lifestyle!

Lifestyle bettered!

Wake up reluctant
remote click turn on
sounds of an idiot box
modern term: Smart Box.
Eat from box
unbrushed and unruly of
breaking a fast,
Maybe even bath.
Dragging feet,
Cell ‘n’ games.
Getting ready for school,
Roll off bed
Shirt inside out,
Zipper open,
Backpack at home,
Shoes in bag,
Clothing rag.
Books in hand,
Eyes so sleepy-
Feet uncoordinated.
Creativity suggests laugh,
Let it happen
life is rough.
?Tablet solutions for all!
Pacifier screen in hand,
hyper-senses calming within.
Meals in haste-
emphasizing taste.
Chips and sweets
Updates and tweets.
Lifestyle Millennium!!!
Precious Life and health-
Victimized by convenience
Ease easy into habits;
socially rapid rabids.
Life’s pace is a mace
in our own face.
Better still,
is ignorance-
an unknown ill!
“I know it all” reeks
Confidence so Young
bent yet on the anvil.

Better the Lifestyle.

Lady bug, Shoo fly, and Gun-toting Grannie💃🏻see RED!

“Sometimes, things and people that look creepy, panic when you stop to take a closer look. It’s worth a try, anyway.” Thinkinkadia Lite😉

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When I went in closer, it Panicked and faded away into the greens!

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It danced to entertain me, matching its footwork to my song🎵, but when I picked up speed, the fly flew panicky into the blue!

Gun-Toting Grannie

(Story circulating on the web) Way to go Granny!!!

The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia

Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down and shot off their testicles.

The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and, when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way,
said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.

Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: “Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.”

Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.

The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said.
“The one guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.”

The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her grand-daughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. “When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in the hospital,I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself because I figured the Law would go easy on them,” recalled the retired library worker. “And I wasn’t scared of them, either because I’ve got me a gun and I’ve been shooting all my life. And I wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one.”

So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and Debbie’s description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place ’till she spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. “I knew it was them the minute I saw ’em, but I shot a picture of ’em anyway, and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled.

“So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door, and the minute the big one opened the door, I shot ’em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt ’em most, you know.”

“Then I went in and shot the other one, as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.”

Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny.

“What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.”

 

 

O to the Beheaders

Which God promotes it?
Every religion has done it.
Dark ages, stark ages,
We are failing all our sages.
The mankind,
thru human unkind.

Does nature allow it,
As a way to give peace?
Does being civilized allow it
As a way to balance populace?

Is it an accomplished (un)kind of feeling
as you slice a human head and send it reeling?
Is beheading the beheader the logical punishment?
Is slicing up people a way to get
heavenly commitment?

Ask the designer of these techniques inhuman,
Or the trainer of intelligent agencies super-human:
Have you dominated enough of those near?
Instilled enough fear in your not so dear?

How do you make people forget
these murdering thrills;
your desired treat you now get?
They’re still cooking the hills-
generations after you got your
piece of cake, hors-d’oeuvre.

Habits that kill hard,
DIE hard.

While you move on true.
Dominate, justify too.
Weapons and commerce –
scores, medals, purpose.
Peace of mind or land won?
Peace be within you when done.

Control:
Over
n
Out.

One Yarna Mera

Yarn

I tried my hand at spinning yarn,
fascinating nature, farm, and barn;
dog is the only animal I raised so far’n.

Rarely social at the ornery commerce tarn,
horses, adventure, hiking: all spirit charm.
gardening, sewing, painting: city-cool did garn.

Warring started a passion for peace farm,
just am ole’ fashioned philosophizing marm;
ended up with pressing wordmania , Oh Darn!

P.S. Ran into a new word today! While giving a title to the piece, I was rhyming words to yarn n singing the tune of Guan tana mera …and checked out to just make sure the word was ehmm, okay to use. And I discovered such a beautiful, relatable word! Link: http://www.urbandictionary.com/tags.php?tag=yarna