When one world stops, another takes over.
And life goes on.
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Bazaar
An Indian experience is incomplete without an early morning walk in the Bazaars or street markets in the city. The vibrant colors, the strong smells, the quaint shops are a not-to-be -missed experiences. An early morning scene at Gandhi Bazaar, Bangalore.
Windows
Have always enjoyed visiting our ancesteral home near Hiradka – a small village close to Udupi, Karnataka,India. The house is less frequented now, but still well maintained. Have fond chilhood memories of our summer holidays spent there. We would watch the fields being ploughed, play in the slush, watch the cows being milked, walk the narrow path between fields, chase the hens in the courtyard, watch the workers climb and pluck the coconuts – sometimes jumping from one tree to the other. Drawing water from the well was the main attraction – the ancient pulley used to draw a bucket tied with ropes, creaking away as it was being pulled up. Rains would bring out all kinds of bugs and insects, sometime snakes.
The ancient windows in the house have always attracted me. They have suvived more than 300 years – no nails or screws, just the tools, hands and the craftsmanship of the carpenters of that age.
A Simple Love Story
One upon a time, in a land not too far away, there lived a handsome Prince named Dis.
And, once upon the same time, in a land close to the previous land, there lived a beautiful Princess named Din.
Connections – Play Time
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Connection Dance Series
So The Goose Lost Its Golden Sheen: Whodunit?
Suspects:
The Gossip
The Kids
Or is it just the juicy fruit after all.
The Gossip craves attention, which it gets by distributing the juicy fruits. The trees that bears these juicy fruits are finite and limited. After exhausting the stock, the Gossip needs to manufacture artificial ones and pass them around. Being artificial, they are tinged with some bitterness and aftertaste. And lots of false ingredients. This goes on till not a single original ingredient is left. The Gossip knows the kids are hooked. And will not stop to inspect.
Is the Gossip a suspect for doing this?
The kids are truly hooked. They want more. And they want exciting. They just have to feed the Gossip to collect more fruits. This, they do willingly. Encourage and praise, and get more fruits. Original, artificial, who really cares. Only the kick and the high matters.
Are the kids at fault for being selfish and immature and encouraging the Gossip thus?
Gossip feeds the Kids. Kids feed the Gossip.
Who then really killed the Golden Goose?
The Gossip and the Goose
A True Story, that nobody learnt from. And as stories go, it will repeat again, and again, and again.
Once upon a time, a Goose was very excited that it’s scattered kids were all planning to come back for a visit. The Goose was living alone and longed for company. The impending visit of her kids truly made here happy, and it turned golden with happiness.
One amongst her kids was Gossip, who was an unhappy soul. The restless soul that it was, it decided to go from one kid to another and spread it’s restlessness. This restlessness was dressed in the form of a juicy fruit, which all the other kids mindlessly devoured. Little did they know that this juicy fruit was very, very addictive. In no time, the kids who ate this juicy fruit, yearned for more. And Gossip was very happy as it felt wanted and alive again.
The juicy fruit however took it’s toll. The restlessness spread amongst them and numbed their minds. It caused them to be suspicious and itchy. This snowballed into disagreement and words got spoken which should not have been. They were bickering, when they should have been preparing for the journey.
And so the visit to the Goose got cancelled.
And the Goose lost it’s golden sheen. Again.
