Cootie Catcher

Whether you call them fortune tellers or cootie catchers, you'll have fond memories of making and playing with these little folded paper games. I used to adore them and I still do.  They remind me of being a kid in school and playing silly games with my friends. A cootie catcher is a cute Origami wonder to keep a child amused. Awesome things like this never go out of style.

Seagull thoughts...

 

I am on the way to my hometown in a ferry. As i enjoy the boat ride, i see flocks of birds swooping up and down alongside the ferry. The birds in their soothing white, enjoy the treat of bread crumbs, biscuits, wafers and such stuff the amused passengers offer them. Their skill of catching and grabbing stuff tossed for them is worth an applause. They fly, glide smoothly and then swoop down suddenly. How adventurous! Their aerial acts amuse me.

At times I wonder, do these birds ever get amused by the terrestrial tricks we humans do?

Just as I get struck with awe when  a gull glides smoothly, does the gull get amused seeing me or some belonging to my kind walk or run??  ;)

Will God be Great ?

He used to enjoy watching the news.

He used to debate competently on various topics with us .

He used to plan and execute all our vacation outings.

He used to take us on long drives just like that.

He used to make excellent dosas.

He used to be a problem solver in his office.

He used to chat with us like a friend.

He used to advise about stocks and shares brilliantly.

He used to drop me at the bus station at 5 am

He used to speedily overtake the bus if we missed it and ensured that I got in.

He used to cut watermelon into neat pieces and offer them to us.

He used to make coffee to make our late night talks more interesting.

But then, one day he had a brain hemorrhage.

He is unable to speak now.

He is unable to read or write.

He is too weak to walk fast.

He does not go to the office.

It’s been 376 days now that we have talked like before.

He appears to be too frustrated and defeated.

He does not participate in our talks at the dinner table.

But he still cares for us. His twinkling eyes speak a lot.

He smiles when we go home every weekend.

We love him. He loves us. But there is a lot missing.

I hope God will be great.

What we need is our normal Dad back.

 

Holi and Hooligans

The trend of throwing messy water balloons on passers-by is a really offensive way to celebrate Holi. A sudden splash of dirty water while walking under a tall building is what marks the beginning of the Holi (rather unholy) week these days. I hope we become sober enough to free this festival of colors from hooliganism. Let us not misuse the slogan “Bura na mano, Holi hai! “

 

Let us play a safe, respectful and Eco friendly Holi.

           

A Chirpy Mural Art

A boring telephone cable dangling on the wall of our living room. 

A promotional card catalogue of a saree store.

A sketch pen.

A pair of scissors.

A Bollywood movie for the inspiration.

The Fountain Pen in Love with Music :)

 

I am in love with music since the time i don't even remember. For a few years I took Hindustani Classical vocal lessons. Slowly and gradually with increasing demand and involvement in studies and such other things, my music lessons came to a halt but the love for music didn't. Not an artist, but i have become a connoisseur of the art for sure.

Though more so inclined towards melodies, I enjoy

music of any kind.

Of all the art forms, music is an addictive one for the audience. The more you listen, the more you enjoy. By saying 'more' I am not just emphasizing on the quantity and variety. Every song has something new in it the every new time you listen to it. You will always find something that went unnoticed the last time you heard the song.

Music is a miracle, that happens to the composer and the listener as well.

Music is a fascination, a passion,a beautiful expression. At times carelessly cheerful and delightfully saddening at others. It is an aspiration, a devotion almost every emotion.

Quote to Ponder

Pricetags

I received a prize today. It felt as if I were back in school. Everyone clapped when I got that typical looking ‘gift wrapped’ box.  The office HR had arranged a series of events and games to celebrate Women’s Day. I was one of the winners of the ‘Guess the Price of the Product’ game.  Mine was just a wild guess which turned out to be correct.

I felt a bit funny when different people guessed the cost of the same product with a difference of almost hundred rupees. Do we ever give a thought to the price of every small product before dumping it into our shopping cart?Or is it just about choosing our favourite from the enormous variety? The next time I am going to the mall, I am actually going to read the price of every tiny item I put in my cart. Economic awareness you see    ;)