I'm with you

Last evening she was waiting for an engineer to come & fix up her new computer... called him at 5.00pm and he informed he would be there anytime between 7 and 7.30pm...... she called him again at 8.30pm and he gave the same reason abhi aata houn....

It looked the hours were being longer then ever...... oh! God she can't wait any longer for anyone anymore...... with that thought picked up a phone to inform him its better that they meet tomorrow...... but then the ring said it all........ Madam... aj engineer nahin aa sakta... kal bhejnounga pakka........ with a deep sigh she said Oh! its okay... tell him to be early tomorrow...please... that please was so difficult...

The room looked deserted.... she picked up the phone & went out in the corridor watching the hill turning barren with the heat...... few months before she could see waterfalls making huge sound in it... the lash green hill looked so beautiful then...

Anousha baby! kaisi ho?? She asked to this 5 months old neighbor on her mother's shoulder....took her in her arms...Anousha watched her face as she talked to her mother... she giggled as she tickled her....she laughed as she rubbed her nose against hers...clinched to her & did not wanted to go back...

She was back inside her house figuring her life again….There was a time when such small incidences never upset her…There was a time when she could wait with patience for anyone and for him endlessly... there was a time when an absence of his phone call seemed missed something badly that day…she wanted to talk to him.. tell him how much she love him.. There was a time she knew this was so easy…
There was a time when she wanted him to know that his home & his children are her only dreams of life… wanted him to know home would be so beautiful with him… and to know she is waiting for him to take her home…..

There was a time when she always wanted to hear him say "I'm with you"...

Tears filled her eyes… just then somewhere a song played….. the words that reflected just her heart…..

Want somebody come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
I thought that you’d be here by now

Is anyone here I know?
Cause nothing going right
I’m looking for a place
I’m searching for a face
There something’s I miss
And no one likes to be alone
There’s nothing but the pain
No faithfulness on the ground
Trying figure out this life
I’m listening but there’s no sound
Won’t you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I’m standing on the bridge
Is’nt anyone trying to find me?

I don’t know who you are, but
I’m waiting in the dark
I don’t know who you are, but
I’m with you

There are some songs that by coincidence just seems and meant to be written only for us.... and are flashed just at a right time...

Song: Avril lavigne, Album “let go”

Vegetable art!

As I talk, the slide you will see is example of some of the greatest vegetable art. It reminded me of my school St. Joseph’s Convent & the various competitions it used to hold for days, salad competition was one of them. My sis and I were very much enthusiastic to participate in most of the events. She made a beautiful doll with 2 apples as head & body, the cabbage making her dress to kill!, the cloves as beautiful eyes, more veggie for her hat, hands etc. All that I remember is a beautiful piece begging a 1st prize. I too was not left behind with my share of two swans of radish floating in a blue lake… WOW! was the word every body described it. It begged a special prize and that piece remained a special to me even after all these years.
When I was going through these pictures, I was smiling and appreciating… some were too good to say WOW! especially the sea-saw mushrooms, the cauliflower sheep etc. They are good art.. who ever made it 3 cheers to him/her!!!
It also made me think what is good art? Is art all about making movies, painting and photography? Is there existing any other mode to have a good art? Or only these fields are artistic… but why?
The art of painting is one of the greatest traditions in all of human history. People going to the finest universities in the world, being taught by professors with Bachelors or Arts, Masters of Arts, Masters of Fine Arts, Masters of Art Education ... even Doctoral degrees, they instead have been subjected to methodical brain-washing and taught to deny the evidence of their own senses. Taught that Mattisse, Cézanne, and Picasso were the most brilliant artists in all of history. Why?
Ofcourse they were great. They spent their lives and careers on something that was not banal, not silly, insipid or inane. They in fact provided the world with the most ingenious of all breakthroughs in the history of artistic thought. They made us believe that we were looking at scenes in reality, or at scenes from the imagination, from fantasy or from dreams.
Good art, no matter what style, has certain elements that give rise to the piece being successful, or not. It does not have anything to do with looking ‘pretty’. Good art is not about beauty in the normal sense of the word. Guernica, by Picasso is an example of great art. It's not pretty, it's disturbing. It is meant to provoke thought... and to make a statement about a particular war. …
I think that great art either causes a viewer to think or to feel. Art can be any style or technique or level of skill, but to qualify as great it has to create a substantial amount of activity in the viewer's mind or heart. Good art can be a matter of good concept or excellent skills in execution, but I think great art touches the mind, heart or soul of the viewer. Something that you see that strikes your soul to the very depths that opens your eyes and your mind to the beauty of it.
Finally, what I believe is any art (MOVIE, PAINTING, PHOTOGRAPHY, VEGETABLE ART! Etc. etc.) are great & good if you stop & say WOW! for it or it is thought provoking & you come out scratching your head….
What do u say???

It takes courage to be true........

When I started this blog, never knew, I would be able to write anything.... It was just created....

But then gathered strenght to face this challenge of writing..... and thought that whatever I write and comes on it would be from heart ( a sensitive, gentle & silly indeed!) but it would be of truth.... that what I believe in & that what I stand for......

Like many believed " Have faith & everything will be fine oneday!"....... me too on the same line tried.... then had this courage to do..... well.... hopefully some inscriptions would be making sense here too....

It takes courage to answer a call.

It takes courage to give to all.

It takes courage to risk your name.

It takes courage to be true.

It takes courage to dare- what no other will share.

To be standing alone with whom no one will.

To be ready to stake for another man's sake.

It takes courage to be true.

It takes courage to say what no other will pay.

To give each man his share.

Though there will be less to spare.

To be seeking no more than the neighbour next door.

It takes courage to be true.

Hope I have a courage to continue...... and be true........
Thanks to those who read and commented here..... and thanks to those who passed by silently too.....

Would "U" Die For The One You LOVE?

I love you, I mean it.

I need you, I'm being true.

My love never went away.

My emotions real no fake.

Where did your love go?

Where did it all go wrong?

Would you cry,

If you saw me crying?

.

Would you run,

And never look back?

.

Now would you die,

For the one you love?

.

Most will say "I will........"

But few will die......

Former called WISE and later a COWARD.........

Whose's feelings and love are true?????

Bano

Clad in a maroon saree she sat on floor having nothing to say. The face was humble and it looked that she belonged to a decent family.
“Yeh Bano hai, memsaab, Kaam chahiye isko”, the woman who accompanied her said. She has brought Bano to my aunt’s place to fetch some job for her livelihood.
“Yeh kahan raheti hai?”
“Pata nahin, yeh mujhe raste me milli. Iska koi nahin hai, isko ap apne ghar rakkho”.

My aunt felt helpless, she already had a domestic help. She called my mother, if she needed her & can provide her a shelter at her home. My mother who is blessed with a generous heart can never say no to a needy.

She took Bano home.

Bano, was ready to work but did not remember how to do those jobs.

“Bano tum ko roti pakana ata hai?”
“Roti? pakaoungi”
“Accha chaye bana kar dikhao”
“Memsahab mere saruraal me sirf doudh ki chaye banti hai, bahut sari gaayein hain…”
“Accha……. Tumhara sasurral kahan hai”, enquired lovingly.
“??????????”, she had no answer.
“Ghar kahan hai tumhara?”
“Yaad nahin…..”, she walked slowly & sat on a corner, with empty look.

It was about a week now Bano could not recall where she belonged to. She was loosing memory slowly. At times she could recall few things but could not convey exactly.

She now seems to be lost in herself. She started eating food less. We took her to the doctor, who prescribed few medicines. Bano was loosing most of her memory, she could not even locate where the toilet was. Started using the corners of the courtyard.

We made desperate attempts to talk to her to find out her home address so that she could be sent to her loved one. Now it was obvious that due to her memory loss she had forgotten her way home. But all our attempts were in vain.

We decided to take her to old aged home. The administration was strictly ‘no’ for it, giving an excuse that they have a space of 40 beds & they have accommodated 100 inmates, they cannot help us. They are sorry.

We took her to another women’s shelter. They had another excuse to refuse. They said that they can only accept her if she is brought by the police. So they requested us to hand her to the police. This was out of question. We could never do that, handing a helpless, innocent woman to police. We had no clue to your situation, except to return back home.

We fed her with hand, pat her back, stroke her hair & lovingly asked one day, “Do you want to go home Bano?”
She said “Haan... Gulbarga…..”
Finally, finally she knew where she belonged to!!

Next day we took her to the railway station. Bought her ticket to Gulbarga. Gave her some money and a note of our address and phone number, handed a letter addressing to whom so ever concerned, writing details about her and asking us to contact incase help needed for her. We informed the co-passengers about her, gave them some money & asked them to help her on her way back to her home. They willingly agreed.
We called the Gulbarga railway station master & informed him about her coming, gave the seat number and the bogie details and prayed that she reach home safely.

We were sleeping so deeply maybe with so much of stress that we were feeling for her that we could not even hear a long ring of the telephone early morning.
My mother woke us. She was having a bright smile on her face, she was feeling so happy & a smile of victory was evident from her speech.

We couldn’t believe what she informed after that…….

“Bano ke bhai ka phone tha, bahut bahut shukriya ada kar raha tha hum logon ka, Bano khairiyat se ghar pahunch gayi”

“Kah raha tha Bano aath (8) mahine baad ghar ayee hai………..” We could see a tear just to fall from my mother’s eyes.

We all hugged her for her victory!