Friday, April 18, 2014

Fireflies : Day#19/30

A tiny spark that disappears if you blink, suddenly reappearing somewhere else.
Surrounded by the fragrance of moist earth, the twinkling with a orange glow seems almost surreal in the cool monsoon night.
You stare and suddenly there are many more of those tiny lights glittering about.
Fireflies! :)

My first encounter with fireflies was when I was about 4-5 years old, and although I don't remember much from times back then, I can clearly remember standing in our balcony after dinner and looking out for fireflies with my father. We used to have a firefly spotting contest and I used to pester him with lots of questions on light, sky, night, the moon, why the flies glow, how the stars twinkle, blah blah, the usual questions kids demand an explanation for and he used to patiently try his best to explain the workings of the universe to me...:)

Then I didn't think much about them, couldn't spot them that often after we moved homes, and our new home didn't have such a huge open space nearby...
So they were a reserved sight on the occasional monsoon trips/train journeys where you could spot them just for a moment or two.

Much later, during hostel days, as I walked back late nights to H11, they became a regular sight once again. This time around, I spotted a few glow worms on tree roots as well...It was almost magical...Fireflies and glow worms pottering about on cold windy rainy nights. :)

Of late, when I travel by trains frequently to Mumbai, there's a patch just before Palasdari station that has lots of fireflies flitting about. And the train almost always stops by for a signal here. The twinkling sight makes me super nostalgic...and I've started taking the train's stop and their being there almost for granted, a part of my journey home... :)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Unsaid Wishes : Day#18/30

A hot summer afternoon, and how he would love to plonk down on the squishy sofa, a tall bottle of lemon or kokam sherbet by his side, a dish of wafers/popcorn to munch, the AC set to full blast, curtains drawn to put out the harsh sun, and flick the TV remote to his favourite super hero movie.
The scrawny teenager smiled at that image in his mind.
"Someday...." he thought to himself, tuck the address list in his pocket, hung the big brown bag on the handle, mounted his cycle and started on his rounds of grocery delivery...
She saw kids come with their parents every weekend, sometimes they thronged on weekdays also...especially now that the school holidays had begun.
She saw her own little Radha in every small girl who tried on pretty frocks and tops. She imagined the joy on Radha's face when she would bring her to the store and try that new green dress or that latest orange kurta that they had put on the statue kid...perhaps she could also get her those colourful rubber like slippers with holes on the top...'Crocs' she thought they were called...
"Someday..." she thought to herself and went back to scanning the tags and telling the people that only three garments at a time were allowed into the trial rooms...
He climbed the stairs down the bridge hastily, hoping to get a glimpse of her. A fleeting glance and they smiled at each other. The jostling crowd, the April heat, the impending work deadline, the landlord's threats to end their contract if he didn't agree to the increased rent, all went out of his head for that one single moment. He smiled goofily. He wanted to talk to her, ask her name, who she was, where she worked, books she read, films she liked, food she loved, her family, her world...but never ventured to say a hello ever.
"Someday..." he thought as he saw the train chug into the platform and plunged into the sea of multitudes waiting to board the second class compartment...
She saw the shiny brochures and the colourful life each of the destinations offered. She smiled thinking of the fun they would have on top of the Eiffel, and while taking a camel ride for the pyramids, standing and gazing at the Niagara and walking along the Great Wall of China on a moonlit night.
Clicking pictures of cherry blossoms in Japan, or Tulips in Holland. Going on cruises along the Nile, deep sea diving amongst the corals in NewZealand.
"Someday..." she smiled and answered the next enquiry call to help plan a vacation for some starry eyed tourist...

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Much that's fair : Day#17/30

Taking the easier way out and posting a quote for today's post ;-)

I rarely 'buy' books, I prefer to get them from my library. And only buy the ones I'll re-re-read ;-)

But, I absolutely love! LOTR and its complete box set is one of my most prized possessions B-)

Image source : This fb page.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Elephant in the room : Day#16/30

Have you heard of the elephant in the room syndrome?
Well, even if you haven't heard, I'm sure everyone must have gone through it at least once...

It's like this:
Imagine a room where people are sitting, discussing stuff. They may be colleagues, may be friends, may be family...
And there's an elephant right in the middle of the room.
A huge elephant.
Everyone 'sees' it, but no one wants to 'notice' it. No one acknowledges it. No one talks about it. No one brings up the fact that there is an elephant in the room, although each is aware the other knows of the elephant's existence.

How many times do we ignore the 'elephant' in the room? The thing that's on everyone's mind, but no one wants to say out loud.
I am guilty of quite a few many times.

It takes courage to say out loud that there's an elephant in the room.  Recognizing an issue is the first step towards trying to solve it.

Here's to noticing the elephants and spelling out thoughts.
Speak. Talk. Discuss. They say it helps!
(Yeah yeah, I know I'm preaching...I go into infinite thinking loops and never say out whatever I want at the moment it's meant to be said)
Precisely the reason I identify most with the 'elephant in the room' syndrome.

PS: These days, I often start by saying, "I want to talk about the elephant in the room..." whenever I need to have those 'difficult' talks, and that in itself eases tensions and makes the conversation much more easier ;-)

Monday, April 14, 2014

Simplify : Day#15/30

Half way through the 30 days!!

There are a lot of things on my mind of late, and can't seem to do justice to all of them at once! :-|
So this is what sits on my desk to remind me to 'simplify' :)

Idea sourced from somewhere on the Internet.
#iSketch #OfficeTP #tissuepapersketches

Sunday, April 13, 2014

S.O.S : Day#14/30

This Sunday, went on my first night trek (Katraj to Sinhagad, or K2S as its popularly called).  It was a huggeee gathering of people (almost 120 in our group and some 60-odd of another group!) and full moon night being just two days away, we didn't really need any torches.
Although there were patches where one was better off with a torch and also one slightly teeny weeny time frame where I thought I had lost the track, and couldn't see anyone ahead or behind me. :P

In that infinitesimally small time frame, I thought I had no "effective" way of signalling for help, except obviously shouting till I went hoarse (and there was no need for it thankfully as well :P)
But, at such times, one realizes how few 'life saving' skills one has, and you wish you had paid more attention to all those 'knot tying', 'signalling' and other such sessions you had back in school ;)

This, and the fact that I am fascinated by Morse code, and have tried to read/remember it quite a few times made me post this here.

Morse code, simply put, is a universally accepted signalling system, usually used by ships/planes/defence personnel etc. It consists of dots and dashes that denote alphabets.  More on the wiki page.

You can't really remember every single thing...especially so since there's no real need to use it as often...

A simple S.O.S (Save our Souls) signal in Morse Code is :

(... --- ...) dot-dot-dot dash-dash-dash dot-dot-dot

And if you are using a torch/flashlight to signal, the dot is usually one second long, and the dash is two/three seconds long.

GK++ ho gaya :)

For now, (-... -.-- .)

PS: See this Morse code translator, for tp and if you want to annoy your friends next time you are bored ;-)

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Art of Knowing : Day#13/30

Loved this pic, (here's the source) and had to put it on the blog...

"The Art of Knowing, is knowing what to ignore..." ~Rumi