|Incessant Soliloquiser & Habitual Rambler with a spade..|
Thank you so much for remembering me and also for the wonderful stamp.
Here's wishing you, your family and Lettrs a very happy and blessed New year ahead..
Here's wishing that 2019 proves to be even better and more exciting for Lettrs than it has been previously.
Cheers to You, Lettrs and all the wonderful folks out here who keep raising the bar to write better, to express themselves and to communicate with others..
Thanks once again..
Enjoying the Whiskey & The Art of Sipping..
The art of Sipping is the art of subtlety..
Sipping is for relishing,
Sipping is for reflecting,
As it is for pondering..
And also for going down memory lanes..
To think about choices made & those glossed over by refusal or silence..
Of Friendships made as well as relationships of worth..
Or those that lived their day or just faded away..
Of opportunities grabbed or those that silently slipped out of our grasps, for sheer inaction or then inability to recognise them..
For chances taken or those delayed just a wee bit more or then frozen motions out of fear or indecision..
Of help given or denied for reasons known or unknown..
For all thos...
Part 2 to Sipping the Whiskey slowly..
The numbness is all pervading when one thinks of the losses of one's life.
The gains sometimes fall far short of the losses, as each loss hurts twice as much as each converse.
Letting the mind slowly roll over each moment, savouring EACH moment of the good times, the time spent in company of 'the asset' , whether person, feeling or emotion brings in memories pouring at a greater rush than the Great Falls.
For No material possession can evoke such madness of passion.
Drowning the very existant memory, swamping the individual with an all pervading sense of loss like a bodily migraine.
Of that prized possession.
Of the pricelessness of that thought.
Someone once rightfully said..
Sip your whiskey,
nice and slow,
No one ever knows
when it’s time to go,
There’ll be no time
to enjoy the glow,
So sip your whiskey
nice and slow.
Life is too short but
feels pretty long,
There’s too much to do and so much going wrong,
Most of the time you struggle to be strong,
Before it’s too late
and it’s time to go,
Sip your whiskey
nice and slow.
Some friends stay,
others go away,
Loved ones are cherished,
but not all will stay,
Kids will grow up
and fly away,
There’s really no saying how things will go,
So sip your whiskey
nice and slow.
Just sip your whiskey
nice and slow.....
OPTIMISM & FACT
Being the perennial optimist is good. Being an optimist itself means that despite circumstances, one is hopeful for betterence and improvement; hopeful for near, if not totalitarian utopianism..
When things are good, one generally tends towards complacency.. It is the challenges and negativity which gives birth to optimism.
Optimism without challenges and challenging situations is pure clichéd verbalisation.. Hot air.
Secondly, optimism cannot obliviate practicality and realism.
What exists, exists.
Wishing or hoping for Utopia doesn't imply or mean that imperfections and faults do not exist. It simply means, they do.
The state of the world is the most glaring examp...
The only factor that never ceases, Time..
The only fact of Life besides Death,Time
The only constant of Life, Time & its march,
The only thing that cannot stop, Time
The only ingredient that does not mix with any food. Time
The only ingredient of any recipe that doesn't amalgamate with the other ingredients, but without which that dish cannot manifest, Time
The causer of day and night, Time
The fundamental of progress, Time
The reason for evolution, Time
The difference between Amoeba & an ape, Time
The reason for difference between an ape and modern man, Time
The difference between Walt Disney and Shinchen, Time
The metamorphosis from script on tree bark and Lettr...
Compliments of the Season to Drew as well as all members of Tribe Lettrs...
Stay blessed and do bless the less fortunate !!
Communication is so very important, ask someone who is lonely, ask the beggar, ask the monk, or ask the outcast,
We take for granted what we do on an average day..
Introspection definitely improves quality. May all of us have more enlightened conversations with ourselves and so with others...
And Drew.. Do keep inspiring us,
What's in a Name ?
A topic becoming controversial today and differing views where some parties are affected and others just expressive for no particular reason.
My penny's take..
😇 I am deeply indebted for rememberence in times of controversial reference..
The prerogative to name a child has generally been with the parents by virtue of hard work & time invested towards ownership...
A name is given to ensure an individual identity, including animals..
The name probably reflects either a uniqueness that the parents want/wanted or for that child to signify some info/quality/virtue/event or place with which that parent associates or wants to associate or even a different sounding name w...
"Everybody seems to be SPECIAL at first sight,
Only the SPECIAL ones maintain
Their level of dignity till the last sight of the life."
Wishing a Merry Christmas to all Lettrers..
Have a wonderful time...
I ask myself frequently, what Inspiration actually is ?
Or means ?
And have to delve into my own mind to figure out what it means to me..
Probably, feeling to want to be creative..
Or is it the wanting to start a journey or then,
Is it wanting to experience an emotion or feeling of exhilaration or satisfaction or some similar adjective or adverb ...
So what I do notice is that is there are some constants..
First, you have to want something or want to do something,
Second, Creativity is another ingredient that is a pre-requisite for Creativity,
Thirdly, inspiration is required to start an activity or process,
Then how does it get sustained after the initial inspiration ?
HAPPINESS & WISDOM..
Wonderful words and views are the best way to start the day..
Thoughts emerge from words and words from thoughts..
The intrinsic cycle of life..
a better life..
Wisdom is understanding..
as is understanding, wisdom..?
So is knowledge the precursor to wisdom or then wisdom to knowledge..?
Doesn't humor give birth to happiness or then is it the other way around...?
Questions, questions and more questions..
To finding happiness and wisdom,
Is it really ?
Again... yet another question..
Wonder when I will eve' learn ? Yet another question...
Memories are very essential in our lives..
They remind us of times gone by, the happy times , the not so, joyful times, grief, the hard as well as fun times,
The time spent with friends, as well as time spent in search or pursuit... of people, happiness, lost objects, causes or folks èven love, sometimes hate too..
So time and memories are so intrinsically entwined that they cannot be separated, ever..
For are not memories moments in time, at some or the other point in time..?
They bind the present with the past and can be taken into the future too..
Literally and metaphorically.
May all of humanity be blessed with memories and the ability to remember..
For how more sad can l...
Just the sight of those Boots gives me the goose bumps..
And the train of memories leaves the stations chugging behind it..
Wore 'em and suddenly found myself standing on the shores of a sea.. And when I turned around in wonder, I saw another sea behind me.. This a sea of humanity wearing gowns and dressed in period costumes..
And they were all looking up at a small hillock , where stood an old man with flowing hair and robes to match.. He looked very very old.. He had a staff in hand too..
I believed him to be an old shepherd..
Suddenly he gazed up skyward and waved his staff and there was a huge thundering crack of sound and a storm welled up in the seas.. ...
# SHE THOUGHT
She remembered that, her hastiness would have telling effects on her old parents..
She remembered that They had always advised her against being brash and hasty in believing people and taking decisions accordingly..
She remembered that despite all the cautioning they gave her against setting foot into adulthood without her foundation of education she was on the track..
She remembered that they had told her she was being hoodwinked and lied to, but she didn't listen..
She remembered that her gut too had told her that he wasn't right for her..
She remembered all of that now and in the nick of time before she took a hasty decision once again...
# BOSS LADY
Waking up with the realisation that starting this Morning She... SHE was the BOSS for the hundreds of workers and staff of the Continents biggest multinational...
Was a thought which brought a sweat to her forehead, even in the chill of the cold winter morning...
She could be the ruthless leader in the same mould as her predecessor...
However, she decided to be the change she had always sought..
And all it took was a second.
Just the memory of her predecessor was catalyst enough to precipitate her decision...
She would be everything "She" wasn't..!!!!
Standing tall outside the glitzy
South Coast Plaza, she looked every inch 'Born to the Manor' ..
Whether in speech, mannerisms outlook or looks, she was as graceful and natural as a Swan in water..
However, as has been customary for society of the Tycoons, entry to their elite circles was based on which house and name one was born to, or the privileged Bank customer status which in turn was -based on the green backs parked in their vaults..
That she was a small town country girl from modest backgrounds was her little secret Till... Till she had established her Class,
which she did not want them to know... just yet..!!
There's only one good reason to lie to this man.
And that is to save face and reputation...
What could it possibly be?
WHAT could THAT be ???????
Curse my luck for gorging on CHICKPEAS and BENGAL GRAM topped with RADDISH Sauce on my DREAM DATE ...!!!!!!
There is no "important call" from the President of the United States !!!!!
I just had to let out some "steam" ....
How does one tell a Man leave alone a Man like THAT..!!!!!!??????
PHEW... THE RELIEF THAT brought makes up for THAT lietohim !!
Ever wondered why when you smile, folks wonder..?
WHY ? WHAT ?
Well... that's the power of a smile...
Slow smile or a Beamer..
Different reactions but same result.
Drivès people Crazy; Really !!
What is going to be said has to be believed, for it is the Truth and the absolute TRUTH.
There has NEVER been anything that was left unsaid or undone or left to guess in any of my relationships with ANYONE.
This includes Friends, Relatives, Acquaintances ,or even the brief interludè with a significant other.
It is not my approach.
It is not my style.
It is not my way.
A long time ago, I made a pact for myself, that I WILL NOT carry the cross of NOT having spoken or done whatever I felt needs to be said or done to sustain or save or nourish a relationship whether professional or personal or even a situation which requires me to speak my mind.
I will not live in regret.
# LAST HUG
My last hug will be given to my Mother. For She is the one person who cares more about me than anyone else on Earth.
A Mother cares beyond this life for her child. A Mothers love goes beyond time, space and reasons.
Wonder why ?
Wonder if ever a Mother wonders so ?
Because then a Mother's definition would change.
Irrespective whether She is Human, Animal, Avian, Piscian or anything that breathes..
A Mother is all encompassing and beyond.
She, a Mother deserves everyone's last hug,
always and every time ..
She would too.
The Sun is the most Sagacious entity in the Universe.
For is not His Sagaciousness recorded by his Sunrise ÈVERYDAY.
IRRESPECTIVE of all the wrongs, negativity, senseless killings, brutalities, eventualities, havoc, pain and grief caused by someone or some event for millions of years all over Planet Earth..
The Sun still rises to another new day of hope.
Be warned !! For it will burn.. said the memory of grief to the departing happiness when the knowledge of his loss permeated to the core of his very existence.. folding him into the ancient pre-natal curl that one resorts to when circumstances and pain are beyond one's control..
Kissi ne Dard ka Ziqra kiya,
Toh Kissi ne Khushi ki Behes Chhedh diya...
(When someone made a mention about Pain, yet another started a debate on Happiness..)
Toh Iss Naacheez ne arz kiya ki..
(So in all humility I submit the following..)
" Weh khushi hee kya jo bedard mil jaay...
Woh dard ka izhaar kaisa jo jaam ke bina paaya jay,
Woh jaam hee kya jisme gham ka ghunth na ho,
Woh gham hee kya jisme dard ka ehsaas na ho,
Woh dard hee kya jiske aiinay main khushi ki aks na ho..
Toh ilm hua ki
Jahan gehra dard ho, wahin khushi bhi panah maangti hai..!! "
(What use that happiness that is begot without affliction,
What use such pain which is felt without a goblet,
What use tha...
Ek Panney pe ziqra tha khaakh ke baarey..
(A page had a mention about dust)
Khaak toh sabne ho jaana hai...
Par chalna hai abhi milon door,
faasley hain rangrezz
Waqt hai pabandh,
(Everyone will turn to dust, one day,
But we have miles to journey,
The distances are the dyes,
Time is limited)
Aur Khuda ka naam hai kaifiyat,
(The name of God Almighty is the intoxicant)
Aur Manzil bhi wahi..
(He is the way,
He is the Spirit,
And He is the destination too)
The advice my Father told me as a child which I find very relevant especially today..
" A wise man learns from others experiences and a fool from his own.."
In short it implies that ....
one really doesn't have to undergo crap to know its foul and it smells..
SAND & WATER
Someone made a mention about the intertwined destinies of Sand & Water..
So related yet so distant..
So together yet so apart..
So close yet so far..
So intertwined yet seperate..
So similar yet so different..
So transparent yet impervious..
Why ? And How ?
We all have predestined paths in this whirlpool called Life.. Each particle has its own resonance and its own path leading to its own destiny...
Yet each and every granule of sand remains unattached and single..from the other,
As does each and every droplet of water...from its neighbour..
But who on Earth can say so or display it.. ? Other than some formulas and crucibles and their white coated Chefs, wh...