Ms Winky's white winter

She had worked her magic on everything you could lay your eyes on. It was a sight to behold, taking all the colors you could see, tucking them carefully under a serene white blanket. Hoarding them, hiding them from everyone, only to provide a surprise unveiling later on. Nature's way of proving that Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You would never believe the urgency of the little flakes as they hurried to touch everything. Nor would you believe the confusion in their mission when the wind playfully tossed them around. They had too little time to complete their mission. Pretty, delicate, nanhi paris scuttering around to find their wards.


Some stopped midway to adorn the branches. Beautiful Jewels they make. The trees having shed their heavy, chunky, colorful accessories so they could accept these blessings, and revel in the simple grandeur. Elegant in their purity.


They stepped out in the milky whiteness to breathe in the pretty sight. She wanted to dance. Make a bubble of all her worries and blow them in a swirling tango. Perhaps a later day, she thought. When his knee doesnt hurt as much from the cold. He looked at her face, the serenity and content mirroring Nature's spread. He knew if it hadnt been for him, she would have broken into a mirthful foot-tapping number. He took her arm and swung her around, gingerly pacing his steps to avoid the pain.


They glided around the snow in abandon, enjoying the moment, the company. He could see the surprised joy in her eyes, the long forgotten expression he once saw on the day he proposed. Within a few minutes, he lost his foothold, stepped on her feet, and she fell down.


He panicked... he couldnt see her. He called out for her, groping in the snow. She got up, laughing, shaking the snow off her wet clothes. Lets go home, she said. We have had enough fun for today.

And so, Ms. Winky went home with her Prince, falling in love with him all over again.

What color is your brain

Here is a quick and dirty way of increasing the number of posts without actually talking much.

Your Brain is Orange

Of all the brain types, yours is the quickest. You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all. Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they're also a lot of fun! You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Smile

Some definitions that cracked me up

Baby - An alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no responsibility at the other.

Sweater - Something you put on when you mother gets cold.

Father - A guy who is working his son’s way through college.

Careful Driver - One who looks in both directions when he passes a red light.

Friend - Someone who thinks you're a good egg even though you're slightly cracked.

Husband - What's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed.


I took them from here

Ashwath Vriksha

The hindu religion considers the banyan the mightiest of trees. The eternal life, that lives forever thanks to the ever-expanding aerial roots. If we could understand the language of the roots, what would they say?

Insecure words, frustrated with the insignifance of their existence beside the mammoth? Misplaced arrogance that the mammoth depends solely on them for existence?

Being a part of a rich heritage is overwhelming and soothing at the same time. I have years of ancient wisdom in my blood, care of my ancestors and blessing of my family. I also have the responsibility to not let years of traditions stop with me. It is my belief that every little custom in our culture has some meaning to it, some twisted over the years by knaves neverthless. As one of the oldest civilizations, we have observed, experienced, studied and experimented nature over eons and established ground rules that would help us, many passed on through generations - by word of mouth, or through literature. It is my duty to not break the chain and pass this on to the next. To force the coming generations through the same experiences as my ancestors, only to arrive at the same conclusions would be a foolish thing to do indeed.

We had Ganesh Chathurthi celebrations today. For someone who is still confused on 'believing in god', I find the process of preparing for a festival very soothing. I feel good that I am taking pains to learn my customs, so I need not be afraid of breaking the chain. A sense of belonging to a firmly rooted culture, of awe when you feel the family heirloom. Of immense love, when you make something with your own hands, under the direction of an elder, and offer it to someone who you really care for. A mother feeding her kid, a daughter seeking appreciation, a friend wanting to please.

The smell of camphor bringing back old memories, good food and good company made it a very enjoyable, and peaceful occasion.

No wonder Indian festivals are seldom a solitary affair.

May the banyan live forever!

Kids!

If you ever had the chance to be in a 4 hour flight, surrounded by cutesy litte uns, you know the pain. But one little girl was the silver lining during one of my recent trips. Enjoy!

Kutty: Mommy. its haloween tomorrow.

Mom: No honey. haloween doesn't come in summer.

Kutty: No mommy. it is.

Mom: Why do you say that honey? Are you in a rush to get summer over with so
you can get back to school?

Kutty: yeah so I can go to college.

Mom: Oh.. there is lots of time for that. you have 14 more years before you
can go to college.

Kutty: What do people do after college.

Mom: They go to work. Do you know what do you want to work as?

Kutty: ..

Kutty: I want to buy stuff.

Mom: What do you mean?

Kutty: I want to buy stuff for people. (I am grinning now. yeah. my kind of
girl)

Mom: So you want to be a professional shopper?

Kutty: yeah.

Kutty: (after some time) Mommy. I think I might be a wife.

Mom: silence..

(I coudnt control myself beyond this. I burst out laughing)

Mother Nature

A thing or two to learn


And you thought you were cute?

Old order changeth

In my language, mothers chide their kids as 'buffaloes' if they are being lazy and obstinate. You are proud of your son(daughter), if he is a 'lion(ess)', brave and courageous. Societal norms encourage you to convert to lionism even if you were born a buffalo.



Talk about out-of-the-box thinking.

Recognition in an unlikely place

It's funny when you find yourself
Looking from the outside
I'm standing here but all I want
Is to be over there
Why did I let myself believe
Miracles could happen
Cause now I have to pretend
That I don't really care

I thought you were my fairytale
A dream when I'm not sleeping
A wish upon a star
Thats coming true
But everybody else could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
When there was me and you

I swore I knew the melody
That I heard you singing
And when you smiled
You made me feel
Like I could sing along
But then you went and changed the words
Now my heart is empty
I'm only left with used-to-be's
Once upon a song

Now I know your not a fairytale
And dreams were meant for sleeping
And wishes on a star
Just don't come true
Cause now even I tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
Cause I liked the view
When there was me and you

I can't believe that
I could be so blind
It's like you were floating
While I was falling
And I didn't mind

Cause I liked the view
Thought you felt it too
When there was me and you

From the High school musical

What is love?

I was asked this question by a friend. Interesting. What do you mean when you say you love someone? Lets consider the case of the love between a man and a woman. I had always thought that love was the joy in finding the one person who you have always dreamed of, and longed for in your life. But is that what it is? I was told you love someone because you feel safe with him/her. The feeling that the person will not hurt you. That he/she will take care of you and be there for you when you are in need. The culmination of ultimate trust.

Is it?

What happens when you find out you are wrong?