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Portrait of a bird
Month: November 2015
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When you run out of bread…
Eat Cake!
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Periwinkle
They fluttered their long eyelashes
She looked straight in my eyes.
They had their airs and whims
She had only basic needs.
They were of high stature, exotic even
She was simple and plain.
They lived in posh houses
She was happy with the streets.
They were liked by one and all
She chose to be with me.
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Warmth
Winter is upon us, in the Northern hemisphere. The Sun which burnt our skins during the summer will be much sought after. Soak it in as much as you can right now, while it has still has a gentle warmth. It will soon be reduced to a mere formality once winter sets in fully.
This is post #17 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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WPC: Victory
It was a hot, September afternoon. But any hope of taking advantage of the heat factor dried up with the still wind. We had just lost the first singles match against the favourites Czech Republic.
The second match was against Jiri Vesely, a top-50 ranked player. The fact that Somdev had never lost a match at this court almost seemed like a record waiting to be shattered.
We should have never doubted. An inspired Somdev served almost flawlessly and chased down every ball dropped in every part of the court.
The handful of audience jumped out of their seats and gasped for breath. As the day came to an end, the scores were level.
Heavily tanned and nursing hoarse voices, we walked out of the stadium savouring victory.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Victory.”
This is post #16 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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The mason is also an artist
“A friend of mine married her driver… Hey! What’s wrong with that? Drivers are humans too!”
Indians, in general seem to segregate people into two categories. Those in desk and white collar jobs are considered elite. Labour and blue collar is somehow substandard. And people are given very low wages for performing these tasks.
Professionals and consultants bill their clients by the thousands for every hour. Why can’t skilled workers also be called professionals?
The other day, a mason who was fixing a crack on our wall said, “I believe in doing a good job. If you are satisfied with the quality of my work, you are likely to recommend my services to others.”
This mason took pride in his job. He didn’t go to a business school to learn about customer satisfaction and the difference between good marketing and cold selling. His charges were slightly higher than ‘normal’. We didn’t negotiate – much. After all, why shouldn’t he be allowed to?
I am certain that there is scope for individuals to charge a premium for a job well done. In other countries, a construction worker can lead a decent life — and by decent, I mean socially, not just financially. Isn’t it time we start imbibing those values in our society?
This is post #15 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
It’s Children’s Day in India today. Here’s wishing the child inside each one of us, happy Children’s Day!
This is post #14 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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Cake, anyone?
Happy Friday, the thirteenth! How about a cake to celebrate?
Taking out the pocket camera to photograph restaurant spreads to share on social media is one (annoying) thing. Capturing the colours, textures and portraying a certain taste, whilst fighting the urge to eat your subject, is something entirely different.
I can now truly appreciate the difficulties of photographing food.
I suppose you must take my word for it, when I say it tasted wonderful!
It’s Baker’s dozen in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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Come, fly with me…
A few years ago, I asked a couple of my friends to give me their favourite quotes. I had planned to make something out of the quotes and gift them. I wasn’t very happy with the results and decided not to give them.
I eventually gave one to my friend after she saw the post I wrote about it way back in October 2012, shortly after I had created it.
I pulled out the other quote by Victoria Moran today and realised that my friend does not even know I made this for her.
At the time I made this, it took me a long time to comprehend its meaning. I wasn’t sure why she liked it either. Now I can understand it. Because it resonates with me today, as it probably did with her, at that time.
This is post #12 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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Lighting up Diwali with colourful candles
Wishing you all a very happy Deepavali and a prosperous year ahead!
Blowing in the wind
Colourful Candles
Candles burning out
Diwali lights – some little flames, others mostly electric
Last candle standing
This is post #11 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
Musings of an eccentric mind 