Monday, August 3, 2015

Beat the Drought

The weather may be getting hotter, but the Californians are exceeding the state government’s expectations by conserving a record amount of water.

The State Water Resources Control Board reported that consumers cut their usage by 29% in May, one-upping the government’s request for a 25% reduction by the end of June.

Dozens of communities across the Golden State have risen to the occasion by shortening showers, using water-efficient appliances, and turning lawns into drought-resistant gardens, cutting their use upwards of 30% in some cases.

The mantra, "United we stand, Divided we fall" holds true for all aspects!


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In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that is ripped from the headlines.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Cheerio!

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Recently, I got an opportunity to visit my parents and be a guest to all my friends, extended family, Uncles, and Aunts. This visit was an opportunity to say "Goodbye" to some who were old, fragile, and sick. While I got a chance to give a "Welcome hug" to my niece and nephews whom I had met for the first time.





Towards the end of my visit when I was flying back home, I was happy with the welcome hugs but was quite emotional on the goodbyes more so since departing has never been easy for me. I went about recollecting all those memories of one aunt, in particular, whose condition is chronic. She has shared the space of my life for at least twenty years and counting. 

I recollected going into splits of laughter with her, sharing a joke or two.  Admiring her cooked food and praising her for the effort she put into it. I also remembered her loud laughter that would fill up the room, and even if I would be in a foul mood, it made me join in the laughter. The way she would join her two hands when amused over things, and exclaim a loud, "Dutt tere ki!"(Wow!). 

She is a small figure, but her laughter could travel to all the rooms of our home whenever she would come visit us thus making me forget the books, and join in the fun. She used to be full of life, and would express amusement to such an extent that my laughter would be genuine, and literally tears would roll down my eyes. She could never sit still. And all age groups were welcome in her laughing crusade. I met her courtesy her daughter who was my classmate in High School. But somehow her bouncy, lively, energetic and playful attitude attracted my attention.

That day, when I visited her, she was confined to a wheelchair and would not utter a word. I was shocked. I had to stare hard and come to terms to her confinement. 

My mom had given me a vague idea of her sickness, but I had never in my dream imagined her to be in that state. She was sitting quietly with her left hand balancing her head for most of the time as if meditating on her life. She looked pensive, and yet thoughtful. I, on the other hand, was looking at her with patience with the hope that she might just clap her hands in delight over something...just darn something and laugh aloud.

Alas! That did not happen. 

Although I actively live by Gandhi's quote, "I do not want to foresee the future, I am concerned with taking care of the present."

I was devastated and was in tears while wishing if I would have known the future. Then maybe just maybe there would not be so much of heartbreak or I could have used the "Prevention is better than cure" mantra to alert my dad and other near and dear ones who also passed away after succumbing to a particular ailment.

Hugged her Goodbye and silently thanked her for the many waves of laughter and the memories that we created. 

As I was consoling myself with the memories, I contemplated about the Past, Present, and the Future. These are mere tenses that are man-made cause when the mind is enjoying a reminiscence it can lighten up a grieving heart at any moment of the time. Thus, as I continue my life on this side of the world, I pray that her family finds solace in her memories and live the present with passion as if there is no tomorrow!


Mantra for today: Memories can halt time!



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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Wordless Wednesday #92


Dirt = Kids
They could be the synonyms since it personifies a carefree attitude while having plain fun.

Alas! This same kid when grown up, chooses to play foul games that are dingy, indecent, and illegal. In short, becomes dirty again!

Makes me wonder
Is this love for dirt life long?

Mantra for today: Let's clean up our acts before we get buried in the dirt!


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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Priorities of Life

'Bills to pay. Miles to go before I breathe my last' was the constant chant of Chuck.

The family would wait up each weekend to catch a sight of him. Enjoy his company for those 48 hours and then he would disappear into the thick air of Monday to Friday 24 hour work schedule where even his vibes would breathe of physical, mental pressure.

Years rolled by!

His mantra was fulfilled.

He had riches stashed in the bank. Every country in the world marked as visited. But no family around him to enjoy the memories that he created in a jiffy.

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Heart and the Mind

From an infant to 15 years of age,  I was brought up in a family that not only consisted of my parents but also my grandparents, my dad's brothers, and their respective families.
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In other words, a joint family!



A family where there was lots of laughter, nursing, helping, sharing when the need would arise but also a family where you hardly got a corner to yourself since people were in abundance thus, there would be constant chitter chatter going around.

Result: the ears would constantly be listening whichever room you would go into except the restroom (thank heavens!). But then with so many people and only four bathrooms, we could not take forever in it. Soon there would be banging and constant urgent commands such as, "Hurry up!" Such continuous and demanding instructions would make anybody squirm out of there.

In short, there was no time to keep the mind lull except at night. But, I guess with the light's out command by the elders, I was so exhausted by then, that the body would give in without any notice thus leaving no time to treasure the quiet moment.

Alas! Mind was never at rest! Thus, as a teen my heart would desire, ache, long for some moments of peace (most of the times).

That longing used to be so tenacious that I would even sign up for some activities in school that I had never ever dared to do.

One such instance was when I signed up for National Cadet Cops (NCC) for girls in India. That required me to be away from home on Sunday's (a day when ALL the family would be home) for the most part of the day since they would be conducting mental and physical training. I enjoyed it to the fullest. Unfortunately, that did not last for long, and I signed out of it when I injured my lower back and sciatica troubled me for months.

No doubt, the family was there to nurse me, take care of my needs and wants while in pain.

Alas! As a teen, I took all this for granted thus, when all well. I ventured into something even more daring.

 With an opportunity around the corner, I signed up for a week long hiking trip to Dharamsala, a place up north near Tibet. Thousands of miles away from home. The mountains, the valleys and the hike amongst these trails en route the forests of deodar, pine, oak and the streams and rivers and waterfalls did wonders to my mind. Since time does not stand still,  I was back home. Needless to say, I created magnificent memories that still rejuvenate me when I am in any crisis.

My parents could read my mind thus, would not protest since they knew that when it came to my heart, I would not listen to anybody. They gave me wings to fly however in a protected environment and till date I am thankful to them for allowing me to flap my feathers when the need would arise.

Gradually our family was getting bigger, so we moved out from our family home and no doubt there would be times when I would miss all the fun, the gossips, the sharing of duties and laughter. But towards the end, I appreciated those quiet moments within and around me, which actually led me to be super productive since the mind was keeping a low profile thus, could concentrate on what my heart desired.

Mantra for today: When the heart desires, the universe complies if the longing is strong.



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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Wordless Wednesday #91


A cacao tree

gives so much joy yet the guilt 

sinful and divine



Mantra for today: There is ecstasy to be in two states of mind!





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Monday, July 20, 2015

The Bank of Memories!


Nazneen was sweating extensively as tears were rolling continuously down her cheeks. She kept swearing, cursing and nodding her head left to right as if refusing to see the truth. Just then a hand on her shoulder made her pause. She turned around, stared into his eyes, and could not resist.

Her cry now was intense, deafening; while she was trying to express some incidents with her family thus, leaving her breathless and gasping for air in between. 

Alas! Memories are known for drowning anyone in deep agony and pain while forgetting their physical self. 

Nazneen was that victim.

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 In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a breathless moment. Write about life.
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