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| ThankYou card made for my son's Chairperson's visit |
Just managed.. phew!!
November 11, 2010
Handmade card by me
Just managed.. phew!!
October 17, 2010
Sketch.. deleted
I d put up a sketch of self.. did nt like it.. would try and work on a new one and put that up..
October 11, 2010
...and the sun went down
She was skipping along the dirt road dressed in a pinafore of white with pink flowers. Her long black hair swung lightly with the breeze. Her hair fell in her eyes, which she absently swept back with her hand. She held on dearly to the white lilies in her other hand. Her once white sandals were now covered with dirt, but she cared for nothing and skipped along the dirt-road.
It was late in the evening; the time when the sun is about to bow out for the day. From a distance she seemed like any other child of twelve years who was going home. Looking closely, one could see a frown on her face and a fear in her eyes. She wanted to reach home before her mother got worried and set out searching for her.
It was not the forest that she feared or the wild animals in the forest, but the look of disappointment on the face of her mother. A single disapproving word from her mother wilted her. She was not skipping, but runnning as quickly as possible, given the limp she had in her leg since the day she fell in the playground and broke her right leg. It never was properly fixed.
There was a rustle behind her, but she was not dettered. She moved on without looking back. Her mother's face loomed in front of her. This time the rustling was nearer and louder. She moved on.
The rustling grew into sound of footfall. She was sure it was not a wild creature, coz then she would not have heard the footfall. Reassured she moved along.
A hand came out and touched her, expecting it to be her friend, she turned around with a smile... her smile froze when she saw the person to whom the hand belonged.
She tried to run away, but the hand held her firmly and would not let go. She tried biting the hand, kicking the owner of the hand.. all in vain. She cursed herself for not starting earlier for home. She knew this time she was in big trouble and even her mother would not be able to help her.
The hand covered her mouth, so that she could not voice her thoughts or call for help. The owner of the hand pulled her along the path, dragging her, dirtying her pinafore. She was scared now.
All she wanted was to cry out for her mother.. she would save her, but the hand did not let her talk to her mother. She tried communicating through her mind with her mother, but the mother was too busy worrying about her daughter to hear her child's silent cries.
The owner of the hand crushed her windpipe till she could not breathe and life went out of her eyes. Her bright, full of life black eyes, now were open and staring listlessly at the owner of the hands.
She would never reach home to her mother, who must be wringing her hands now and pacing up and down the pathway to the gate of the house.
The owner of the hands looked at the once warm body of the daughter that was now becoming stiff as death took the body in its forgiving arms. The owner of the hands was sobbing for the loss that had happened, he was wailing for his lost daughter.
He picked up the small girl in his arms and moved towards the gate where the mother was pacing, in anticipation of her husband. When she saw her husband carrying the girl, she broke into tears. She knew her daughter was now in a better place.
It was late in the evening; the time when the sun is about to bow out for the day. From a distance she seemed like any other child of twelve years who was going home. Looking closely, one could see a frown on her face and a fear in her eyes. She wanted to reach home before her mother got worried and set out searching for her.
It was not the forest that she feared or the wild animals in the forest, but the look of disappointment on the face of her mother. A single disapproving word from her mother wilted her. She was not skipping, but runnning as quickly as possible, given the limp she had in her leg since the day she fell in the playground and broke her right leg. It never was properly fixed.
There was a rustle behind her, but she was not dettered. She moved on without looking back. Her mother's face loomed in front of her. This time the rustling was nearer and louder. She moved on.
The rustling grew into sound of footfall. She was sure it was not a wild creature, coz then she would not have heard the footfall. Reassured she moved along.
A hand came out and touched her, expecting it to be her friend, she turned around with a smile... her smile froze when she saw the person to whom the hand belonged.
She tried to run away, but the hand held her firmly and would not let go. She tried biting the hand, kicking the owner of the hand.. all in vain. She cursed herself for not starting earlier for home. She knew this time she was in big trouble and even her mother would not be able to help her.
The hand covered her mouth, so that she could not voice her thoughts or call for help. The owner of the hand pulled her along the path, dragging her, dirtying her pinafore. She was scared now.
All she wanted was to cry out for her mother.. she would save her, but the hand did not let her talk to her mother. She tried communicating through her mind with her mother, but the mother was too busy worrying about her daughter to hear her child's silent cries.
The owner of the hand crushed her windpipe till she could not breathe and life went out of her eyes. Her bright, full of life black eyes, now were open and staring listlessly at the owner of the hands.
She would never reach home to her mother, who must be wringing her hands now and pacing up and down the pathway to the gate of the house.
The owner of the hands looked at the once warm body of the daughter that was now becoming stiff as death took the body in its forgiving arms. The owner of the hands was sobbing for the loss that had happened, he was wailing for his lost daughter.
He picked up the small girl in his arms and moved towards the gate where the mother was pacing, in anticipation of her husband. When she saw her husband carrying the girl, she broke into tears. She knew her daughter was now in a better place.
Thank You
I thank you for being a friend.
No strings attached, no being damned.
Accepting me as a friend, with little or lot.
’Unconditional’ a word this world has forgot.
You hear me out, when I need to talk.
Hanging in there no matter how rough the walk.
And all the times past, and those to still come.
Bringing my spirits up, when down they've been run.
So if I seem distant, cold or not here.
Remember inside, I'm thankful you care.
I thank you for being a friend.
No strings attached, no being damned.
Accepting me as a friend, with little or lot.
’Unconditional’ a word this world has forgot.
You hear me out, when I need to talk.
Hanging in there no matter how rough the walk.
And all the times past, and those to still come.
Bringing my spirits up, when down they've been run.
So if I seem distant, cold or not here.
Remember inside, I'm thankful you care.
October 02, 2010
Godess of Power, Maa Durga
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| Maa Durga |
September 30, 2010
Poster for Wild life week by hiten
This poster is done by my son, as an assignment for the wildlife conservation week being celeberated the world over next week. It took him a long time to finish this!! Ofcourse, I did nag him, from his colouring techniques to well everything!
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| Save our planet, one piece at a time |
my son's attempt at sketching!!
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| my son's attempt at sketching 'father of nation' |
September 22, 2010
My son's sketch age 8+
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| HIten age 8 |
September 19, 2010
Women as Lovers by Elfriede Jelinek
It is not enough ... simply to surrender oneself brainlessly to love, when it knocks at the door, one must also calculate because of later life, which does sometimes follow.
ELFRIEDE JELINEK, Women As Lovers
Lines from the novel which has had me hooked for the last couple of days.. have to admit, I had approached the novel with some trepidition but was bowled over by the naked truth with which she has spun a story about the life of woman from birth to death, the two points connected with what lies inbetween; life.
The stories of the two heroines, is intertwined & told poignantly.
ELFRIEDE JELINEK, Women As Lovers
Lines from the novel which has had me hooked for the last couple of days.. have to admit, I had approached the novel with some trepidition but was bowled over by the naked truth with which she has spun a story about the life of woman from birth to death, the two points connected with what lies inbetween; life.
The stories of the two heroines, is intertwined & told poignantly.
September 16, 2010
September 14, 2010
'Googling' for God!
I had been meaning to read a holy scripture for a long time now, the last I had read was Bhagvad Gita which was last year. I had tried to lay my hands on Krishna Puran, but somehow just could not get it. These last few days I had been asking a friend to arrange for a copy of Guru Granth Sahib, but as happens, she has been as busy as all of us.
So today while 'googling' (what else do u do when u want to look for something.. on a separate note.. i think 1 of these days I might even google for my misplaced keys..anyway getting back to the point), I thought of googling for Guru Granth Sahib and lo and behold I came across such a nice site for it.. it even allowed me to download the whole thing for me to read at my own pace.
Must say, the pages that I have read (not many as of now) were so moving, especially since it is in my mother tongue and makes me feel connected.
Thanx to Net I did nt have to even leave the house..
So today while 'googling' (what else do u do when u want to look for something.. on a separate note.. i think 1 of these days I might even google for my misplaced keys..anyway getting back to the point), I thought of googling for Guru Granth Sahib and lo and behold I came across such a nice site for it.. it even allowed me to download the whole thing for me to read at my own pace.
Must say, the pages that I have read (not many as of now) were so moving, especially since it is in my mother tongue and makes me feel connected.
Thanx to Net I did nt have to even leave the house..
September 13, 2010
Grandparents' Day
Today at school we celeberated the Grandparents Day. The tiny tots from the school entertained their grandparents. The grandparents on their part enthralled the children by recounting stories from their life.
The day holds extra important in the modern world, with shrinking families and less of interaction with our elders. It was such a fun-filled day, where the elders were allowed a chance to be part of the daily school life of the grandchildren.
It was really nice to see the smiles on the faces of the old grandpa and grandma.
Touchwood!
The day holds extra important in the modern world, with shrinking families and less of interaction with our elders. It was such a fun-filled day, where the elders were allowed a chance to be part of the daily school life of the grandchildren.
It was really nice to see the smiles on the faces of the old grandpa and grandma.
Touchwood!
September 12, 2010
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