Adrift on the Bay of Bengal! Fathoms of Black.


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!

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.

No Purpose can be a Good Thing(k)!


“Have we become so selfish a people, insecure a species, that when we are nice to another person for none other reason than courtesy to another human being,
it gives rise to red flags about a need or discrete purpose?” Thinkinkadia

There is none so grateful as me-
For u joined me in the conversation
Where fun is cool …
looking into significant social
issues is awesome too!

🙏     A HUGE THANK YOU     🙏
for being a part of thinkinkadia.

One Yarna Mera


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:

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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