Sing…. like the sky sings today
Open wide and look…. like the sky ~
The wind breezes thru’ the leaves~ making them to rustle and murmur ….
Breeze thru’ my heart like that wailing wind..and make me cry….
Sing out like that singing sky ~
Take in ….like the all-encompassing ,wide open sky ~
A grill …the instrument which plays a perfect tune to my hungry mind ~ All u need to do is to dress up ur fav or not-so-favorite stuff to eat & throw it on the screaming hot grill….and let it do it’s magic ~ Hear to the music the grill plays for u…the symphony to my ears ~ the sizzle, the crackle and…. the smell, which rounds everything up. And in case u r lucky enough to be the owner of an outdoor grill with a lid… lo and behold~ there’s “ The Marriage of Smoke and Time “ for u ~ I don’t have one but I plan to,bcoz that marriage is one I absolutely do need to perform and preside over !! For the time-being, I’m planning to keep practising on my little indoor grill pan which I hold very dear to my heart ~
I’m not sure if there is any need of a cocoon for anyone other than a Bombyx mori ~ to grow and evolve but then Bombyx mori is a beauty in itself, something unique…and it gives us something whose sole elegance can’t be surpassed by anyone, however majestic the wearer maybe !!
But what about the wishful want of a cocoon during harsh weathers & unfriendly settings ~ a cocoon so beautiful as a silkworm’s !!
Well, the story of a silkworm is a sadness in itself…it spins around itself all these beautiful threads ….a brilliant colored shelter, to survive,grow and evolve …and then when time comes for it to unfurl itself of the envelope and unfold the graceful creature it has evolved into…we pluck them off those white mulberry leaves and ere the proteolytic enzymes are secreted and the moth escapes the cocoon, we boil them …to get unspoiled long delicate fibres, which will later be made into something as refined and elegant as silk….for all those who can afford !!
I read somewhere - Man always kill the things he loves…Man always kill for the things he loves ~ like the silk cocoon…I love silk, don’t get me wrong..but when I think of what goes on behind ....Why to kill something so beautiful, to get something so elegant ? All those silk are tainted with the blood,the burns,the screams and the anguishes of all those scalded silkworms !!
Why not go for alternatives like Ahimsa silk/wild silk & artificial silk ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Something my better-half told me made me think ~ about the mysteries of this world…When a chubby nestling listens to all those stories the grandma-bird tells her, does it wonder like we did as kids ? When granny recollects her memories of flying around, alighting in the boughs of the woodland, of all those tall trees and all those benighted mornings bcoz of all those trees, of amassing food not as time-consuming as today,of all those romantic springtime evenings spent with grandpa in the efflorescence !!
The nestling looks around,half-timid, half-confused…the world outside her nest seemed so bountiful to her, so inviting, so abundantly lush…but now she knows what it used to be like, what she couldn’t get to see ~ When it’ll be her time to tell stories, how will the world outside the nest look like …or an even more scarier thought- Will there be any nest at all ? Grandma said monsters called “ men “ are bringing down all the forests to make places for themselves or building “ highways “ through them…Very soon,they won’t know how to go to the other side or migrate, without getting lost, due to all these
" fragmentations "!!
I’m thinking of those cave paintings~ the ones I came across on our trip to Bhimbetka when I was fourteen as well as the ones I’ve seen in books ~ Like a child drawing in the dirt with a stick, was it yet another leisurely amusement or an expression of the state of one’s mind, of fears, of dreams, of hopes and expectations, of love and life …..Or was it a mode of telling a story, almost like writing a daily journal…whenever something significant happened,whenever there was something they wanted to tell everyone aloud….they painted..which is one of the most beautiful way to articulate the musings of one’s mind ~ Specially because thousands of years later, we see them although we still don’t know what they wanted to tell and why they chose this mode- there is something so clandestine about all this and in what physical and mental state they were in, when they painted !!
And all these paintings, that too with pigments that were part of the earth itself-mineral oxides,leaves,flowers,barks and so on ~ Living in harmony with the mother earth, on which they were so very dependent in their day to day lives…..This rare art form- is it an Arcanum and almost lost …..or do artists know them ?
For all those seeking out the enigmatic world , for those first explorers and discoverers who came across these bewitching caves paintings, they must have felt like finding the Shangri-La !!
What is this with French and being posh ?! Is it just me or are there people belonging to that same club ? There are thousands of languages that one can learn,most importantly Spanish,being in a continent where it is absolutely necessary…But non, one would rather learn French…with absolutely no plans even in the distant future to go to
Well, you have to agree this much …everything sounds so much sweeter,elegant,fashionable when said in French…And every piece of thing, is a thing to die for if it’s from that faraway fairy tale land of France…And perhaps,even if someone abuses you verbally in French, it would sound sweet to your ears !!
Actually, what’s there not to love about
The French films …so quintessence- Juliette Binoche,Gerard Depardieu,Audrey Tatou, …..The Chanel- so expensive and out-of-reach…all so more enticing, the paintings of Renoir…..All so mystifying and enigmatic !!
So …I guess it’s back to where one started…enjoying all that’s French and feigning French…Eh bien, tout le meilleur ( Well then,all the best ) !!
How do u remember someone ? The easiest instruments to help reminisce are photographs,thoughts and discussion of times gone by and well-spent !! Some old dresses and accessories which belonged to someone else and have been passed down to you…everytime you feel them against your skin, you think of them~~
All the old places you visited-revisiting them..all the old smells,perfume,fragrances-smelling them again…The food which tastes so much like it used to, in old times-tasting that food~~
More often than not, recreating old recipes in your own kitchen…even if they might not taste the same when you prepare them, pulls you back into an ocean of memories …How you licked every bit off your fingers when “ she “ made them~ Was it during the summer vacations ? What else did we have ? What else we did, talked…what did “ she “ say, how “ she “ loved us…how we spent so much quality time together,creating material things which are eventually lost with time and creating emotional bonds,which will never be lost,however old they might get ~~~~
And sometimes, even if you go back to that same old place, you just can’t relive those days..not because of anything else but because the person you want to revisit those memories with, is long gone away, to a faraway land….never to come back,ever again.
A trail of ants climbing down the sink….targeting the lonely spoon,which still tasted of amaretto icecream, although thoroughly licked off !! A sudden gust of water from my glass and they all wash away …What did the leader think when the first drop of water hit ? “ Run for
I would never know and I’ll always wonder what the creatures think about our different actions-from the tiny ones to the big dudes !!
Does it make any sense to your neighbor’s dog, when u make faces at her or show her that “ slapping “ sign….with her name being “ Icecream “ and all, and she being so cute and fluffy, it always fun messing with a dog,and of course “ FROM A SAFE DISTANCE”…Mmmmm, like she being down there and u being up on ur balcony,safe…making all the faces and hand gestures u can !! Yay !! Apart from all the achievements you might feel, she actually might be getting pretttty worked up from down there and planning revenge that next time you come down,thinking " Not so funny u clumsy Homo sapiens, I'm gonna bite everything out of you the next time you're around and I'm not on a leash !! "
And what about, when u talk sweet to those ducks while feeding them your stale bread,with all your love,like you’re feeding them bbq chicken-fresh off the grill ..No wonder,whenever you go down those stairs,they come rushing from god only knows where, and make such terrifying faces..Well, You would think that they recognise you as the lady with all the love and the bread..A part of it is true..They do recognise you alright ..but not for the second part of the sentence..but as “ the lady who gave us the stomach flu..God only knows what she feeds us !! We won’t let her sweet-talk us into eating anything from her hands, ever again ….”
Ohh…what a mess !! We have cold wars with our friends,relatives,siblings..and now with animals and birds as well ???????? What the $#$#%#% !!
Why do I write ? Why to write at all and then display it publicly ? Am I so hungry for attention and commendation !! Well, actually the opposite..I’ve lots of thoughts and ideas..My mind wonders and wanders about very frequently, often to faraway lands…And then I feel like talking,expressing,opining, saying,discussing …and what is the best way to do that ?! To write, about anything and everything….and get it off your chest..Actually it’s a miracle worker for me…when I’m happy, I write..and when I’m sad, I write some more..It works like a charm everytime. And since most of this “ talk “ is going on within your own self,with you and your mind doing all the talking…it’s peaceful and inspite of all the debates,it’s resolved easily..much easily than open, verbal talks.
The first time I wrote publicly…I felt so very apprehensive…I didn’t even want my close ones to read it…Now, it’s actually easy for me..since I know my dear ones will never give any negative feedback and apart from them, I think hardly anyone reads my posts ..and those who do, don’t know me or even if they do, whatever their opinion is, they will keep it to themselves !! Uff, what a relief ~
So, whenever I get this itch to write….I scratch it hard, type up a storm on my keyboard and feel at peace :-)
