Back to the Winter days..

"Smiling by the long dry paths

Leaves and buds are bright again

Waiting for the warmest hug
From the chillest dew drop grain!!

Fauna too is set to bid

Welcome to the foggy days

Set with wish and hopes all new

In their variant wonder ways.."

And yes, the winter days are back, though a bit late this year. The season of paparazzi’s delight, Winter is back again with nature’s most wonderful views. The beautiful sights of the snowy Siberian cranes sweeping the blue sky while migrating to the east earth are back again to take away the hearts of squillions of nature lovers like me.

The season of gardening too is here. The most vivid flowers are also all smiles in the fecund lands wherein the cool breeze and dew drops serve as the plant food throughout the season.

When the thin rays of the early winter sun transit through the prismatic dew drops, the onlookers spontaneously turn into natural poets. With fog suspended along the roads, the season provides us with a beautiful cloudy view.

High on the tree branches the birds nestling in their cozy husky homes take a pleasant sunbath throughout the day. The hill stations would become the hotspots for tourists with a marked snowfall all over. 

Last, but never the least, the season of love is here. The bright red roses in the rose gardens are waiting hard to capture their beauty and create an aroma of love for the lovers of all ages.

The time is to fuel the hearth and feel the snugness at our places. It’s time now to get into the thick attires. Let’s now take a dip into the season of hot beverages. Let all of us welcome the wonderful winter season with a positive gesture of love, hope, hard work and sincerity.   

The Festival of Lights

I recently developed a huge respect for this friend of mine, who's been showing a remarkable concern for our mother earth through her slow but steady endeavor to battle Global Warming.   

Turning off lights before leaving a room, buying things with eco-friendly product scan and returning the polythene bags  to the shopkeepers while carrying a personal handbag are the few of the many little things that she follows to bag the courage to stare hard at Global Warming.
Every birthday she plants a sapling in her locality and takes a deep breath of freshness and satisfaction as she passes by the grown-up trees. I felt that if there exits some nature God looking at her lavish attitude towards Him, then she in her coming days would never be enlisted in the suffering tolls of Global Warming.

But along with her over-generous character she also carries with herself a neglected side that I would like to torch upon.

Out of 365, she spends her 364 days not only in bundling love and care for nature, but also bundling stacks of notes that would blast away the prior bundle into flames. This is one dark side which she 'celebrates' on that day with the bursting crackers and smokes all over.

Now if my Indian friends who are reading this are not the patients carrying the "zero IQ virus", then by now they would have easily made out which day I am referring to. Yes, the 365th day of the year that I am talking about is "Diwali".

"Diwali", commonly referred to as a festival of "lights" is a "dark" day for me and many others who think like me. Just like my friend who I referred to earlier, there are many other so called 'eco-buddies' who show their concern only on the other days. But what they don't realise is that amidst their loud and pollution-loaded celebration, they gift their mother earth an incurable disease called "Global Warming".

I feel I need not ink down further lines to strengthen my point. I am not against celebration, as I too love to be a part of the celebration party. But I am a nature-lover at heart too. Celebration shouldn't be manifested in such a voracious form. Light should be in each one of us, in each of our lives.

My friend who earned her mention in the beginning of this article could have become an epitome of an eco-buddy figure but for her one day long nature-tarnishing activity that striked her name off the list.

I won't say to stop bursting crackers as I know no one would by just reading an article like this.
Instead, I would suggest to use the less harmful and less smoke & sound producing ones.

Money is all ours. It's our choice whether to earn or burn our fortune. Hence this is my humble request to my readers to put the selfish and destructive mood to a side and think about the atmosphere which is the only life-supporting layer of the universe. 

Now if my readers have developed a taste for my peaceful curry, I owe a promise from them to make this Diwali a better festival proving its tag- 'A festival of lights'.

JUST CAPTURE IT !!!

I don’t know the intricacies of the picture world. I don’t even know, exactly when this miraculous invention was made. But one thing that has always drawn my focus on is the unconditionally magnetic color scale. Over the run of time, this has been the only promising entity that managed to CAPTURE all the smiles. Yes, I am talking about the photographs.

Photographs are the silent speakers. Digging into the archive one can rejuvenate through the foliage of one’s past. Even while she is in grief, if someone puts forth the picture of her little kid, a mother blooms with delight. By just clinging the lover’s photo against the bosom, one feels an unbound nearness to one’s love. Flipping the pages of a scrapbook, one actually revisits the past and cherishes the colorful life that one had with the near and dear ones. The tears that carry with them the innocent memories of yesteryear have no match. All this is owed to the most beautiful and amazing piece of art, the photography.

Life can be lived just once and can’t be redone. The rule of the road says, ‘Life has a double lane with a dark side and a bright side’. We the humans should travel intelligently with an endeavour to keep the dark away as far as possible. So all the synonyms of celebrations and smiles should be captured in the photographs, so that in gloomy hours they dutifully perform as the agents that light up the dark.

It’s not only the physical smile I am talking about. Even the nature bestows upon us the smiles worth clicking in variant manifestations. The picture of lush green woods, a beautiful monsoon rain, flower with a bumblebee hovering over, a peerless sunrise with golden clouds around, monkeys fighting over a piece of banana, birds flying in flocks chasing our freedom, and the list goes on….

Not only that! An obvious delight derived upon clicking a picture ‘imperfect’ and gradually fabricating it into the picture ‘perfect’ is divine. The best example would be of the mind-blowing artists who tend to invigorate almost everything they click, by dint of their creative shutter skills. Viewing such awesome work pieces gives an abstract pleasure.

I am not a paparazzo nor would I try to step into their shoes. I wrote this as I feel that the best moments of life should be freezed. Life is to live, enjoy and later cherish. So whenever you feel low, just put aside all your blues, say CHEESE, and CAPTURE IT !!!

A Tender Mime

As the nascent red stream

Gushes past my vein,

I feel a tender warmth across,

I see a ray mundane..

Albeit the real world is far off me,

I often get a subtle clue

As to what is it like

What would now ensue..

Enveloped by the softest, yet the strongest shield,

I share my fantacies and zest

That my tender mime

All the  long manifest.

With my tiny fingers growing, by the ticking time,

I touch the buffered walls to convey

My love to the beauty divine ..

To the one who bears my load

"The one whose womb is my abode".

'Love you Ma', my gestures say

I look up to you with a grin

Waiting hard to see your face

And see the world  akin..

My eyes, though closed can see a shine

A ray of good charm coming through

I feel the peace and love and care

I cuddle the love divine.

I hear a voice that soothes me

That whispers by my infant side

That says, "My Child',you're welcome here",.

You're welcome to the ride of LIFE