Fittest Revive Over the 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.

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.”



Blanket All’s!


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)

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😉

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

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 …

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

We laugh at ourselves
But the sameness …
Lingers on
We don’t

We made IF
a habit.


Blindly in Love n Fear


When you travel for the first time outside your City, State, Country, or Planet: what happens?

Strange new experiences wrap themselves around you; now surprising, now challenging, now scaring, now charming, now lovingly making you love back!

You had no idea how you would react but then you gradually learned to love the unknown. Atleast, that’s how I fell in love with adventure.

A warm fuzzy feeling takes over your mind and body and the brain becomes blank. Later you wonder if that was love.

A hair raising tingle accompanies a mind – body panic alert and the brains goes blank. Later you define your fear.

In my view, fear is as irrational and blind as love.

Here’s my question to you: Since blind fear has failed and cause so many problems, can we switch gears to blind love?

Ok, fine. Keep one eye open😉 But atleast try it three times before giving up on it. Whether the fear is of a smart student, cop, ex, politician, soldier, businessman, thief, or even a terrorist. (Feel free to give your own example because I’m simply, brainstorming here).

There is one thing common between them all. What is it?

(I’ll post your answers in a few hours, just to have max original bias-free responses. There is no right or wrong answer in my head for sure).

Pro of a Con!


Do not be discouraged when someone puts you down;

Puts you down in your own or another country;

In the other country: your own kind or those who claim the land their own;

For, when they put you down, they know no better, themselves-

That when they keep you down, they are treating you like a spring.

And when the spring is pushed down all the way, it’s wound up very tight,

And it has no other way left to go, except UP😉

So my friends, Hang in there tenacious! It’s time to be thankful 🙏