June 30, 2015

Dancing to the Tunes of Life #BackgroundScoreOfMyLife

Songs are an integral part of me since childhood. From M S Subhalxmi to Geeta Dutt and from Mohammad Rafi to K L Sehgal our mornings started with some cassette-playing while we dressed for school. Unaware of the gems we were listening to we could not associate to them and it was difficult to understand why grandparents loved it so much. Even my parents found some association with it. However, things gradually changed and our inclination towards music in general increased.

During the tenth class, exam preparation things took turn, as music became the sole companion through the day. I have had the pleasure to listen to the cassettes, discs, a short fling with the walkman, then a round with the Discman, then coming of age with the apple i-pods and now even the phone serves the purpose of a player.

As I dance to the tunes of life three songs surface at this instant that can qualify as the #BackgroundScoreOfMyLife. There may me many more however, these just popped up instantaneously.

June 29, 2015

The Cat and Dog Story - Not Much Different From Ours

The dog who lives in the house across the fence thinks the cat is living a life of luxury, a pair of soft hands pampering her every now and then. He just knows it as he can see the big room from the window. A small girl comes to the room takes the cat in her arms and cuddles her. The cat is never loitering in the lawn, as she must be travelling with the girl in the little basket she carries. “Only if I lived on that side of the fence,” it thought.
The cat who sits on this side of the fence sees this tall and clean dog and envies him for the nourishment he must be receiving. A bulky frame and shiny fleece say it all. He even has a bow that accentuates its personality. He even goes out in the lawn during the mornings and evenings. She recollects how on some days he goes to the market with his master who even carries a stick to protect his dog. “Only if I lived on that side of the fence,” it thought.

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa

June 25, 2015

The Restless Hour

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We were at the park enjoying brunch when Sid suddenly realized that our little one was not around.

It is not a big park but the incidents these days make the heart flutter with fear. Panic entrapped we took to different directions but soon started back without a result.

June 24, 2015

When Young Hearts Stole the Wind to Create Harmony

“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

Eavesdropping, Aren't you? Well, Now that you are a part of this conversation as a reader, let me clarify myself.

June 23, 2015

Wave Of Change

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“The waves that I see make me wonder if I take myself too seriously and need to unlearn certain things and learn new ones”, Sati thought gazing at the waves.

June 22, 2015

Raining Cats and Dogs

I love the rains but the smell and sogginess aggravates my allergy. While growing up the smell and the humidity never bugged us, even though northern India is famous hot and sweaty monsoon. It was like living in the vapors. Probably growing up life is less chaotic.

June 16, 2015

A Call For End

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Something sinister in that phone ring
It did not sound the same
A short message 
End of the Game.

The game called life
We vowed to stay together
Together we wished to sink
Ditched sitting on the floor
Life I know no more.

I want to know more
How he drowned to oblivion
While I was still ashore
Those words that told me the end
Took away the love on which I depend.

June 15, 2015

God and Me? #MondayMusings

A website edition this week wanted us to ask questions to the almighty. Well, I stayed blank throughout these seven days. It is not that I do not have anything to ask but a simple inability to put the thoughts into words.
Alternatively, maybe it is something else. Who is God? Should I question him? Is a he a mentor or a friend? Each one will have a distinct opinion on the same. My conclusion is that the omnipresent power or energy that is never lost but transits form one state to other is the almighty. I am no religious order so this definition shall be the way I see God.

I strongly believe that the power that governs the life knows best however, that does not mean that the humans sit idle and wait for the deity to do their work. I believe no religious text will support it. The human beings need to put in effort as much as possible to get results the rest that is invisible , not under  the human control is only looked after by whom so ever you hold high.

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The Homo sapiens may have the sharpest of brains but one thing that they need to work upon is concentration. God or praying helps attain that to advance further. As such, we take no one above us so paying heed to his or her thoughts does not arise. The more chaotic the live becomes it becomes more important to relax and give the brain its idle time. This is where meditation comes. No one will sit still without fidgeting with the phone, laptop, or any other gadget except during praying or meditation. Therefore, the God plays an important role.

Peace of mind is the foremost thing that one needs for a better survival. I know it is tough to achieve and easy to write about. Majority of the misdeeds are a result of lack of inner peace. Inner peace is not synonymous to the lethargic or ‘will see later’ attitude it is about accepting the ways events unfold and react accordingly to achieve what we want. Inner peace is the contentment achieved over smaller steps that prepare us for the ultimate leap. Reading, listening music, any activity that elevates the spirit works best.  This what temples used to offer to the people visiting it. However observing the temples thronged with people who bribe to see the God I do not think the peace factor is any longer associated with the holy places. The sole purpose is to get over whatever guilt people have and find a mental support before moving forward.

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 May be I don’t want to ask question to God as I fear that I have no answers for the questions regarding life, attitude, manhandling of the resources, double standards about women (the human and the Goddess) knowing somewhere in my heart that he would have made all of us equal to the best of his capability. On the other hand, we have not been able to keep up with it.

June 14, 2015

Orange Dimes - Sweet Sour LIfe

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The children of this house call me ‘uncle’. It has been years since I am delivering oranges to this house.

Did you notice that smile on my face? Well, the housekeeper tells me I have a new customer in this house. I took out this special blue bag to present the orange dimes to babu’. ‘Orange dimes’ as Babu would call these oranges. Generally, I sell oranges packed in newspaper but today it is different.

I hear Babu’s footsteps coming hurriedly to the gate just as he did when he was a boy of four.

“Uncle, extra Orange Dimes today.”

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June 10, 2015

If Only It Had Not Followed Orders

Loyalty pays.

So does trust.

She trusted loyalty over intuition.

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As death took over, she watched loyalty wagging its tail for the masters unaware the trust had sublimed as he stabbed her from behind.

As coached, canine kept quiet when they met.

Before the Lightening Could Strike

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
 “Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.” 

Minnie wondered what was going inside the little mind.

June 9, 2015

Sunset That Gifted Me the Sunrise

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Dancing to the whistling winds

The waves swayed

Back and forth.

Lonely heart saw them enjoy

Started cursing those thoughts.

Sun losing itself to the horizon

Whispers its last thoughts

Are you sure, they are dancing

Maybe the wind forces them to move

It’s the vision that creates beauty

What lies within is but, a mystery.

June 5, 2015

The Finish Line

Far from the gaze in a distant future
Stood my destination.
A feeble picture of my goal
That set me in Motion.

None could reason my determination as a bull
No other felt that magnetic pull.
My eyes they felt were wild
My heart was still a child.
My dreams; territory unheard unseen
Crowd felt nothing elegant in my genes.

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I continued my voyage
Determination invisible to herd mentality
Small steps tracing long secluded path
Until engraved a niche for my creativity.

Today they who didn’t want me near
Fearing waste of time.
Stand in queues for a glimpse
While I stand on the other side of 
The Finish Line.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda(2015)

The post also finds place in ABC - W family created by Mrs. Nesbitt. Somehow missed adding the link earlier. :) (2016)

June 4, 2015

Percentage - what is that?

Kittu my Kitty heard the news yesterday that bengaluru girls are facing discrimination for outperforming boys in their high school exams. The authorities feel that the guys will be intimidated by the majority women population in junior college, as they will be occupying more seats due to their higher grades and higher pass percentage.

My meow being the female she is, felt that this proves two things. Foremost a few women or girls in college do not feel unsafe but the men need protection. Secondly, scoring higher percentage is a sin for the female gender.  This is something similar to the denial to enter temples during “unn Dino” (hahahaha).

June 3, 2015

Two Minutes Controversy - Junta, Media, Order Order

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My meow kittu was sad as her two minuyes recipe is in the middle of a cotroversy. Two minutes proved fatal when the same tried to play with the lives of the people. There is generally a food quality check before the food is packed and dispatched to the vendors or sellers. So how, why, and when pop out as an important question.

For a country obsessed with the '2 minutes' ignorance can prove fatal to the people as majority of consumption is by the younger generation. If you have seen hostel life, you must be aware that majority literally survive on the wriggly stuff.

June 2, 2015

It was too late now...

“It never occurred to me that she was no longer a part of me.

Treading the path towards the goals, I never realized when she went missing. Now that I have time, the bubbly, effervescent, smiling self is lost forever, present only in the memories that have surfaced in my heart.” She said recollecting herself.

Linked to Indispire Edition 67 

I shall survive...

Gloomy heart
Under dark skies,
Stares at hovering reflection
In deep waters
Awaiting high tides.