Release True Histories!

Columbus discovered America!
Agree thats what the books say propah'
So did Zeng He, Ming, Japanese-

Semites, Knights Templar riding the breeze.
  
Siberians, Malians, left souvenirs too,
 
Polynesians, Egyptians, didnt publish claim new.
 
Irish, Romans- musn't they join the sway?
 
As did the natives, cave man, before finding his way.

China is powerful, huge, n cultured, too!
OMG, encroaching in 21st century too?
wants more to increase their big chunkO'land,
Highwaying Pakistan, India dressed in pearly garland.
Generous to nKorea, laughing at bully with nothing,
Keeping Powers drooling over decorative something.
Trade - rich, Base chase, weapons strip-tease,
Tao's heart n soul cannot be at ease!

Russia competes silent in space,
Satellites, Politics, n Digital race.
Most continents face food, health, medical issues,
Still plague our mind and body tissues.
Bamboozling the mysteries, raid secret societies-
Pillaging lands, minds, our crazy histories.
Is that what aspiring super powers do,
I am confoozled about this major to do!

via Daily Prompt: Release
COMING SOON to KDP, Amazon.
“Terror Strikes Nincompoopia”

DLTGP💚11

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Never Look Back?

I believe we must look ⬅️back at our histories so as to not repeat ancestral mistakes and select value from old books of knowledge to move➡️ forward.

This is a beautiful universal thought that applies to all of us! Different cultures speak about similar thoughts. Relevant in todays times is this one by China, from China, for China.

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I respect this message by Lao Tsu and pray: Let us ascend in the degree of our thoughts for Peace with neighbours who believe in the same with love.

💜💙❤️💞💕❣️💓💗💖💘💝💛💚

 

via Daily Prompt: Ascend

Not Usually, but here it is!🎂

via Daily Prompt: Focused

 

Today, thinkinkadia turns one year old, and I thought its time to celebrate the Birthday with you all! I couldn’t have survived without your support and encouragement! Its been a wonderful experience and after making a few mistakes, I have learned a little bit. I am still not as good as many of you social media handlers and multi-taskers! I do get all the notifications, just like every WordPresser. But somehow, I tried to stay focussed on being number-free.

I have a long ways to go! In my own little awkward ways, a million appreciations.💖 The posts are now at a 241. A year ago, I wasnt even dreaming of completing ONE week, leave alone one year!

Thank You, WordPress!

Thank You to all visitors, encouraging Likers, and all my dear follow-ers!

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Paradise n Paradigm Shift.

via Daily Prompt: Anticipate

I think our planet deserves a new name. What do you say? So much civilization, diversity of problems, and strategically managed solutions.

I propose that since we have created a paradise right here on earth, lets elevate it to the status of ‘Paradise Found” (or even Fools Paradise, will do).

I anticipate that such a step should reduce the scale of terrorism and rate of suicides, as a short-cut to paradise.

Quoting 😉headline News on CNN, BBC, and DoorDarshan:

“It has now been discovered by an anonymous author at WordPress, that our Earth is truly a Miltonian Antithesis. In that, Paradise has been found not in heaven, as it is on Earth … discovered and patented as “Fools Paradise Found” right here on home ground.

As a result:
1. All travel agencies have cancelled tickets to what was believed to be the earlier, Heavenly Paradise.
2. Cyanide is sitting surplus in market because buyers are reaching Paradise, without it, for free.
3. World Population is increasing in leaps and bounds.
4. No one has to die to fulfill paradisical desires.
5. Business interests have moved from Disneyland and Kingdom of Dreams* to Paradise Found. Stockmarkets have reported a tremendous fall in their share value at Wall Street and Dalal Street.”

Stay tuned!

*P. S. You are Welcome, Shahrukh Khan!

Anticipate

Elevate

Enamored with the Unknown!

Paying Homage 4

via Daily Prompt: Enamored

Lastly, the Unknown. I pay homage to the Unknown, the other concept that is an awesome thrill till overcome, till we reach the next one! An old or new: unknown is ‘not known’ and needs the owner of the conscious adventure to think, prepare, and face the risk!

It is the unknown that drives all our fears, petty or otherwise. How we treat the Unknown, is a fascinating process:

fear it,

grow in facing it,

or

retaliate through avoidance;

either way, the forces that drive us to make one of these three choices; and the courage that helps us win over one unknown at a time for ourselves, and maybe, for our world. To this Unknown, I pay homage, because it is this that takes us to our rise and fall, and enables survival of the fittest, as human beings.

I hope we learn to face our fears early, because they effect (build, or destroy) our whole adult lives, families, and the globally significant choices, we make.

P. S. A sum up of the homage worthy people, concepts, and your comments on those posts tomorrow, leading to an appeal on Friday.

 

Storytime, viscerally speakin’

via Daily Prompt: Visceral

Visceral

Sightseeing all day in the rain, can test all your abilities within a few hours. The humidity, sweat, and sights around her were overwhelming, but Sweta kept going. Public transport, not the best or fastest- but she believed it to be the only way to feel a place or its people, and definitely the safest means for single women travelers.

Definitely true, two and a half decades ago. She didnt even have cell phone for a back up plan. Having one day to see Bhuvaneshvar, Konark, and Jaggannath Puri, she had traveled from Chilka lake at 5 am, hoping to make the most of her day.

Each trip, from one city to another was 90-120 minutes, especially in the rain. She still remembers the trip like it was yesterday! She was whacked blessed by the priest at Jaggannath Puri and maybe his unusual bamboo stick rappy blessings and the amazing prasaad* kept her going till sunset. Suddenly, she had a feeling she’d better head back.

The last buses became her charm for the rest of the dark, streetlightless, sploshy night. Leaving Konark Sun temple for Bhuvaneshwar, she explored the possibility of stay in an army guest house, but decided to go on to Chilka lake on priority, since she was there for an assignment, which must be done next a. m. at 7:30.

“Last Bus! Last Bus! Chilka! …” and a number of cities’ names that came after it; prattled the bus conductor. She went in quite thrilled to make it for this last connecting bus and got right back down.

You got to imagine that in Orissa, in ’94-’95, how many single short haired, women in jeans travelled in local buses at 10 pm? The looks she got inside from a full bus of local men and someones’ timid wife was enough to deactivate her springiness. No seat inside either, left her no choice but to try to stay back for the night. By the time she found a phone she could use to arrange a room, the last bus was ready to leave.

Sweta decided to abort mission and take the risk and trust the sweet local people of Orissa, even if some of them were vividly surprised to see her initially. That trust was built up over time, with lots of travel, throughout the country, from childhood, a fistful of guts, and gut feel.

Two pensive hours later, the conductor alerted her to her destination stop and said, “This is where you get down.” And she okayed, alighted, and the bus left.

She had such a weird midnight visceral feeling! Not a single light, no bus stand, no intersection. Just a forest on one side of the street. Bus was gone, and after its fading tail lights and engine hum, she was surround by a silent night. As her eyes got used to the scene, which included some gorgeous moonlight, few stars, she saw the dark trees painting the sky, and far into the distance, a tiny bulb at eye level, through the midst of the now apparently rustling-hustling trees.

She thanked her stars and felt herself running toward the light, her feet following their instinct, as she followed with hope, towards hope. Echoing feet, competing with the din of thoughts in her moonlit head, she ran with her heart in her mouth. Over trainless tracks and the bulb still far out of reach, she could see the welcome outline of a guard hut, but no warmth. Panting and stopping at the sentry post, breathlessly she informed him of her identity, and said, “I need to go to the guest house.”

Miles into the complex, only a six-tonner vehicle finally passed by on its rounds, was made available to give that ride, after prolonged verification. A good 30 minutes later, she went to bed, finally, dead to the world.

Next morning found Sweta at work, happily relieved, celebrating an eventful, adventure!

 

* prasaad: a sweet mix given in temples, as a blessing to be partaken after darshan, the point of witnessing the famous Lord Jagannath, around which rests the architectural splendour from second b. c. in finely carved stone.

Chaat-ting it up with Paani Puri!

via Daily Prompt: Willy-nilly

Willy-nilly

 

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Lets raise a toast, a cup, to celebrate a medley of colours, flavours, and emotions with our favourite matki of joy! I’m talking about paani-puri, a crisp ball full of memories, sometimes experiences, spices, and a love that is beyond borders. No matter which country you are from, or which rung of social ladder you are on, willy nilly you gotta luuvvv Paani Puri!

Just visit any Street Car(t) of Desire, and Lo n Behold, there it is! Ssssh: The secret password to access is, “Bhaiya! Zara ek plate lagana!” Translation is impossible, its significance is depleted in any other language. But you see the machinery of the human hand work from the second that last syllable left your lips. Watch the eye-hand rhythm, no less than poetry in motion, and ‘Bhaiya’ is on the job, serving it up, before you figured out what just happened. He dips the holey, also holy for some, crunchy ball in the zesty minty pool of joy and then the gift is given to you.

You hold it reverently, balancing hope along its cracked fragility, and move the head slowly towards your hand as you also bring the hand to mouth, deft n urgently, its in. Whew!
Arent you glad there’s no mirror around you? Theres a reason they dont put one. The truth of life is that it is an internal experience for you, free of the external surround sound. You smile anyway and enjoy the joy of good things. Suddenly your eyes close, and you disappear in an illusion of an explosion that shook your world of senses. Its a Hold-up! You freeze with a warm tingling inside.

He looks at you just for a split second and knows you want more, because your hand reached out before your eyes opened and mouth recovered from the first experience. Your taste buds and brain work in sync to stop the tongue from wagging words. It is custom spiked with spicy intent!
Bhaiya nods to you while he serves up five others before you. You get the nod and dont laugh because its a secret understanding between siblings. Yes, remember, “All Indians are my brothers and sisters …” It is the singular integrative force that binds Indians together. It IS in The Masala that makes Bollywood films and Desi Boys and Girls click all over the world. You take away Pani-Puri, and you’ve ruined the South Asians forever. But then, where will you go to renew your zest in life? I tell you, it is IN The Paani-Puri. The pursuit of happiness ends right here.

No other place has people drooling in respect as they wait in line! A familial bond is established without Rakhi ties and mighty expectations. A faith in humanity restored as the next paani-puri comes along and you choose to relive that experience again. Compliment now: “Badhiya hai!” Wonderful words make Chaat happen.
And again.

The Standard Operating Procedure at home or in a restaurant is to break-in yourself; efficient tap with your thumb, quickly put a few chana, aka chick-peas, mush potato, raw red onion shreds, dash of sevian, and glitter of green dhania, aka, cilantro. Dip the whole ball in the bowl of tangy drink made with mint leaves and zesty spices will work their magic, that are sprinkled in, delicately to delight!
Don’t think. Just POP it in! You better believe it, one chomps down on the ‘whole’ thing together. Compete with friends and family on Speed and Accuracy of this amazing phenomenon, nom nom!

And yes, please know its okay to crrrunch down on it, otherwise its not paani puri, it’ll just be a soggy bummer, leading to a de-spritualising experience causing monetary devaluation.

I serve this chaaty presentation on this special day for Indians, Indians at heart, or even those who love Indian history because it was common until exactically Sevendy years ago! This paani-puri mania is a pre-requisite to get your South Asian Citizenship. Please check with the government website, SACsy.com if things have changed since I last dreamed it up.
(I have no idea why that turned blue😂).

Statutory Warning: Yes, the reference to Street Car named Desire is meaningful because over-indulgence can end in a minor tragedy.

Did you notice the colours in the pictures of Chaat and Paani Puri? Every good recipe has the colours green, white, saffron, and the ever nurturing golden earth. Thanks for your visit. Good chaat-ting it up with you!

My turn, “Bhaiya, zara ek plate lagana.”

Chomp.
“Badhiya hai!”

 

Picture credits: google search of words paani puri

 

 

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Flurries in a fog

“In the flurries of our progress, at what point, did we people become ‘educated’ to perfection, and:
1. generosity changed to a documented event😉?
2. volunteering is acknowledged , awarded, ‘through proper channel

Lets surprise a random child today! They need good clean fun, and character building experiences.
*We can be generous beyond ‘things.’ A word. A joke. A story. A smile.
*Simple shop owners / street sellers used to give surprises to children. We can give Water? Treat. A meal. A book.
*People helped each other without need for being noticed, documented, or awarded.
Help/Listen to someone read.
Play a youtube music video for someone who hasnt seen one.
Buy a paintbrush / paintbox for a child.

Remember: The anticipation! The surprise!
The growth?
Let flurries of Progress begin!

😉Gosh, I sound old ‘n’ Foggy!