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Sunday, 29 November 2015

Pepper

                                                             
                                                           
Fresh green peper on wood. - stock photo                                                      Fresh green peper - stock photo                                                                                                                



spoon full of  black peppercorn - stock photo

                                                            Pepper trees
                                                   growing in our garden
                                                          a unique sight.

                                                               

                                                        Bunches of pepper
                                                    green in color, tasty pickles
                                                           spicy as  black.


Written foe Haiku Horizons  'pepper'
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Special Haiku Cherry blossom

                                                                A  unique flower
                                                           who does'nt fall in love
                                                                cherry blossom.




Written for Haiku Horizons   #184 ESE Special still  beautiful

Saturday, 28 November 2015

Where are you friday fictioneers

                                                  PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook         

                                                                You
                                                           remember
                                                        this is the place
                                                 we met here everyday
                                            you were always late,smiling
                                         as if nothing happened. A giggle
                                     and a laughter  from so many friends
                                  made me feel awkward and embarrassed.
                                          Naughty girl you, i can not
                                          think of  such a sweet smile.
                                only you  can surprise others with such action
                                You  remember your pranks which we all loved
                                       lost in rooms so huge, and full of people.
                                        time has withered it, stands here alone
                                           how huge this tree has become
                                                cant imagine how small 
                                                  it was then.my house
                                                     mom's anger to 
                                                       quieten  us
                                                          silence
                                                           alone.
99 words
 Written for Friday Fictioneers









                       
                               
                                  

My best supporter as far as blogging goes

                                                      

         
I  had never heard the word 'blog' In fact I did not even know what people do on their computers!I was quite ignorant, I used to think that it was a sophisticated type writer. After my retirement,  I  knew what was boredom. There was an old computer lying unused at home, I got it fixed in my room and started tick tick on it. I told my son to teach me, but he got a couple of books and told me to try to understand. Now when ever a guest came  home, I started my queries. After a few months, I started playing games on line.  I started surfing the net and knew many things.
                                         My grand daughter told me about blogging. She named  by blog  Kuch khatt kuch meetha. After that there was no looking back. Sometimes a few friends or relatives would read and comment which was very exiting. One day, a cousin of mine, who is a versatile blogger came home and the  main topic of discussion was blog writing. He gave so many blogging tips, which are useful for all times. I  do not write on any particular theme .Mr. B.K.Chowla, my cousin guided to  make many friends and  also to participate in n different challenges and competitons.  I got good guidance from many bloggers, I mention only Shilpa Garg. Inspite of her  commitments, when ever I wanted    a clarification. she was always there for me. 
                I can proudly  state in my two and a half years of blogging  I   have 150952 page views and written 1184 blogs.


Written for  Write Tribe # WYHO






              

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Magpie Tales Mag 285

                                   

Today's Magpie Tales  is a sequel  to last week's story.Those who did not read last week's story , a synopsis is being given here. Mrs. Raman hated  cooking. On being nagged by her friends she arranged a lunch, but forgot to close the kitchen. A cat entered and spoiled the food. All the friends left without  eating. Now read on.
Mrs. Raman was very much disturbed. What will every one think of me! For many days she did not come out of the house. One fine day a friend called her. She advised Mrs. Raman to join cookery class. Once she joined a class, she started getting innovating ideas.After one year she opened her own school. She wrote many cookery books.  After five years she opened a hotel,which became popular because of good cuisine. Mrs Raman was on seventh heaven. She had a special kitchen in the hotel to cook food for poor people and another one for birds and animals.The photo, above, shows a bird having breakfast in Mrs. Raman's hotel.
                Today is Mrs. Raman's D day. All newspapers  have published her role for popularising  cooking.


Written  for  Magpie  Tales  Photo Prompt 289

















3 word Wednesday 453



Habitual, adjective: done or doing constantly or as a
habit, regular; usual.

Illustrious, adjective: well known, respected, and 
admired for past achievements.

Jumbled, verb:  mix up in a confused or untidy way



Kitty and  Pam  were twin sisters.Even though they were twins, there were no similarities in their face or in their actions. Right from childhood Kitty was well behaved  and intelligent.She was habitual in completing her work in time. On the other hand Pam was very inobedient and careless. She picked up quarrels with every one without any reason. Their parents  were very much worried about Pam. As the girls grew up, the distance between the two  increased.Pam was irresponsible and always jumbled up every thing. She failed in eighth class twice.Kitty topped in the public examination. Now  Pam was jealous  and  missed no opportunity to critize her  illustrious sister.
                               Today Kitty is a well placed Magistrate and Pam is an ordinary Clerk. Now Pam is repenting, but once she missed the bus there was no way to bring back the past.


Written for 3word Wednesday 453










Wednesday, 25 November 2015

One that I lost forever

                                                                         Life
                                                                   life is shori
                                                             remains unresolved.
                                                        It is mysterious and  mystical'
                                                   unable to  get  satisfactory replies
                                               of certainties  which are sure  to happen
                                         leaving we folks simply stunned and answerless.
                                            My sister, was the only ONE close to me
                                              Younger, healthier she never  fell ill
                                                I am the ONE whom she supported
                                                  in all  disputes and opposition
                                                      why did  God take her away  
                                                        I miss you my lovely one  
                                                           in the folds of heart
                                                              you are always
                                                                 only one ,



Written for B A R DAILY PROMPT, today the prompt 'ONE'







                                 
                                       

More the merrier

                                                     #MondayMusings

After reading Madam  Corinne's words of wisdom, I did a self introspection. At this stage of life, when I have no  wish to add to my bag of achievements, even small things amuse me. Till some years ago, perhaps I was too much engrossed in the world of competition, fulfilling  my ambitions, that minor day to day activities were ignored. Now when I look around with a  free mind, I find life is interesting. ''I am keeping my brain young and healthy''. Watching things from a different perspective, makes you feel a new personality. I will  give an example.
           There is a resettlement colony behind our house. Previously I never noticed that there human habitation there. Once  out of curiosity, i saw what  was going on, A particular household's daily morning rush was handled by a woman in such a manner that it looked funny, but still made sense. She has five children and sixth is on its way to make entry. At night she ties  a rope on their legs and other edge of  the rope on her hand thus ensures the children are safe. In the morning, taking advantage of the number, the mother  makes them occupy  a  place in different queues. Two are at the public water tap, with a bucket , another in the line for milk. Still another  at the public lavatory, reserving a place for the father. If the father is late, some one else pushes the 'guard' and enters the sanctum in a jiffy. A huge fight ensues. This is a daily occurrence. 
                     One day I called the lady and asked her why she was not sending the children to school. She gave a curt reply.She said that they are her children and her assets. It was her prerogative to make them live as she wanted. If they go to school, there will be no one to help her. 
                              This not the only case in this colony,where the norm is 'more the merrier'.

Written for Write Tribe #Monday Musings





                           
               
















Monday, 23 November 2015

Carpe Diem

                                           
                                                                             Dark gloomy nights
                                                                        shivering in cold nights
                                                                             spring inevitable.      






WRITTEN FOR Carpe Diem SPECIAL #  183 Inevitable














                        

                                                                       

Sunday, 22 November 2015

Why do we worry


Just as we eat or drink, perform our daily activities, we worry about things happenning  in our life. It becomes part of our daily life. Even a small baby has his own concerns.He worries about milk! He keeps looking at the door expectantly. You can judge it from his body language.
According to a Dictionary, the word 'worry'  means to torment oneself with thoughts which are normally not worth consideration.
What is worry, how it affects our actions,our thoughts and how it  affects our life. We worry about anything, whether relevant  or irrelevant. Most of the time there is no cause to worry. Worrying actually leads nowhere. It only results in  converting you into a restless person.People generally worry about (i)  business  and money matters, (ii)  health (iii) family  (general inconsequential things). Just sample a person who keeps worrying non stop.
1. Early morning he will start worrying why milk  man has not come. 
2.His next worry----children will be late for school.
3. He will keep worrying if he reaches late, what reply he will give to the boss and what notes he will be required to make.
 There is no end to  the objects on which a person can worry about. These people are always at war with themselves. We must organise  our life so that there is no scope for worrying. 
A person who is always worrying becomes very unpleasant. Worrying is the only thing which cannot bring positive results.
Cultivate habits which keep you busy. Don't  discuss finance problems with outsiders. Participate in  activities which keep you mentally  occupied.If we are mentally and physically alert. we will have time for performing something positive










  



Friday, 20 November 2015

Vistas

                                         
                                                                 





                                                                 Western sky
                                                            soothing soft sublime
                                                                 eagle watchful.

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku #862









FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

                                               PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr;;
 The whole night Lucy could not sleep. Last evening was dreadful. Peter's obnoxious behaviour stunned her. He had no right to molest her.Shocked, she slapped him and left.He had the temerity to call her and ask for apology.She said in her normal voice,''I am with my sister. You come before 6am; house number is E48. just in front of a manhole.
           He came before sunrise and stood on the number E48. Within a minute a bullet struck him and he fell dead on the manhole, with his wallet stuck in it. E48 is a police station!! 



Written for Friday Fictioneers on photo prompt .
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Thursday, 19 November 2015

3 wordwednesday454


Enigmatic, adjective: difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious.

Faulty, adjective: working badly or unreliably because of imperfections, (of reasoning and other mental processes) mistaken or misleading because of flaws, having or displaying weaknesses.

Grovel, verb: lie or move abjectly on the ground with one's face downward, act in an obsequious manner in order to obtain someone's forgiveness or favor.

There is a  Krishna  temple near my house. I have been visiting this temple daily  for the last thirty years. I remember  a woman.who seemed to be in her early thirties, sitting on a small rug. She looked haggard, with unkempt hair and dirty gents kurta with patches of different colors stitched on it.I was ten years old.
  Today I am forty and the woman must be around sixty, continues to be as enigmatic and perplexing as ever. Previously people never bothered about her.Now she was a hot topic for discussion. Without knowing anything they titled her faulty. One day when  I entered the park. I was stunned to see a crowd around her. I hurried and enquired about her. I saw that she was grovelled,as if she was about to apologise.I made her sit,but she leaned on my  arms and took out a crushed paper and kept in my hand.  I noticed it was some address. In a faint voice she  said, 'Leave me here.' I took her  to the address. The gaurd  at the gate shouted in a loud  and excited tone,'Senior Ma'am has come back'.

The next part will be completed.
Written for 3wordwednesday454
















































Magpie Tales

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Mrs. Raman was never fond of cooking, but she loved eating good food. Whenever she was invited for a party, she had a liberal helping  of every thing . She never invited any one to her house. Initially people did not notice. Slowly,  in parties this was a topic of discussion, in whispers.  Later on  it became the talk of the town. The news finally reached  Mrs. Raman.  She started avoiding parties.
A good friend advised her not to feel disheartened. She told Mrs. Raman,'' Don't get upset. Plan a party. I will help you.'' Mrs. Raman thanked her profusely. 
   Hectic  preparations started, A date was fixed. Every thing was going  as scheduled. The big  day arrived! Aroma of good food  came from the kitchen. Mrs. Raman felt .on top of the world. All the guests arrived.Every body congratulated  Mrs. Raman. Suddenly, there was great commotion. A young boy entered the room shouting, ''Ma, every day you forget to close the kitchen.  The host and the guests were astounded,'' One by one all the guests  left !!! 


Written for Magpie taless Nov 15 mag 294


















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Tuesday, 17 November 2015

What gift do I buy!!

Gift giving has become a very thought provoking issue. The moment we receive an invitation for a party, the first question that arises is 'what gift to give.' In olden days this question did not arise. Thing were easier in those days.Expectations were not so high.Gifts were given as a formality and not as a status symbol.
         When a new baby was born,  even a five rupee note was considered a  luxury. Only  two rupees  used to be sufficient. Ten rupees as gift for  child birth became a talk of the town. I have seen the value of gifts in currency  notes totalling upto hundred,meant a big collection. I am talking about 50's.
                        In  marriages there was a little relaxation. Cash  of hundred rupees was  considered a handsome amount. Instead of giving cash the practice of giving gifts also was becoming popular. The items which were favoured were electric iron, stove,and cooker all costing thirty to forty rupees. With the passage of time, a show off  of all sorts of unimaginative items gained popularity.
                           The present situation  a vulgar display of wealth. Any occassion is fit for a   party. The birthdays of pets are celebrated with great pomp. The amount spent and the amount collected as gifts are sky rocketing. The day is not far when people will employ ' gift planners.'


Written for B A R weekly thread 15th to 21st NOV 2015

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Salt

                                                                 Salt  elixir of life
                                                              basic need of human being
                                                                   cheap but priceless.



Written for Haiku Horizons 

Prayer



                                                                     namaste : easy to edit vector illustration of Indian Hand in greeting posture of namaste in floral design
                                                                        Mark of respect
                                                               Namaste with hands folded,
                                                                     A sacred sign.

                                                                                 
Image result for FREE PHOTOS OF BOWING AT AN ALTAR\
Folded hands
in utter sorrow brings succour
to a troubled soul.

                                                                       
Written for Carpe  Diem # 842  In the darkest hour









                                                             

                                                                                                  

Thursday, 12 November 2015

Better late than never

Venom, noun: a poisonous substance secreted by animals such as snakes, spiders, and scorpions and typically injected into prey or aggressors by biting or stinging, extreme malice and bitterness shown in someone's attitudes, speech, or actions.

Wiggle, verb: move or cause to move up and down or from side to side with small rapid movements, (wiggle out of) avoid (something), especially by devious means; noun: a wiggling movement.

Distracted, adjective: unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied.



Mohini.the only daughter of a village head was a spoilt child. She 
spoke to  everyone in a sarcastic manner.  Nobody liked her. Her speech was so  repulsive  that no body  spoke to her. It always appeared that she was  spitting venom. if she tried to take the initiative, the other person would move away from her. Some times she felt miserable at her own fate. She became a psyche, She   started pick pocketing.Once  or twice she was caught . but she made many excuses and managed to   wiggle  out.One day when her father was standing in a queue to make some payment, she snatched his purse. He saw her and started shouting, ''catch her '.She ran  very fast and and sat in a car standing on the road. The men running behind her lost track of her and returned. The car owner came, sat in his car and drove away, Suddenly his attention was distracted , and he stopped the car. He told her to get down, but she kept sitting.He got down, held he hand and said get out otherwise  he would hand her to the police. She started crying and told him every thing about herself. He felt moved and left her to her house.She realised her faults. Better late tham never.


Written for 3 word wednesday 453






















Wednesday, 11 November 2015

A farewell


On rememberance day a tribute
to the brave ones who fought
with utmost vigour and strength
gave a tough time to the enemy
before they fell in eternal sleep.

 Farewell to the departed souls
who boldly laid down their lives
for the country and its prestige.
the poppy flowers  a symbol of
  sacrifice and bravery flying high .


Written for Magpie tales Photo Prompt 











Monday, 9 November 2015

Happiness

                                                                       Happy heart
                                                                   happy is the smile around'
                                                                        happy mankind.


                                                                        A  colorful garden
                                                                  flowers of all shapes, hues
                                                                        pouring happiness.



Written for Carpe Diem #854 Happiness

steam haiku

steam : A boiling pot                                                         A  kitchen   steam
                                                     emit so tempting flavor,
                                                         waiting to eat.

                                         


         Whistling engine
     leaving steam upto the sky
            black and white.
                                          

                                                                         

                                                     
steam : Cup black coffee, steam                                           
 



 Steaming hot
    oh the  boiling hot tea
        heavenly taste..









Written for Haiku Horizon 'Prompt' week 90
pics courtesy google








                                                   


























Apology

                           word87
 Mahesh was a spoilt  child  since childhood .He  was the only son  of  Mr. and Mrs.Seth,  a rich business man.  Whatever he wanted, he got it.Whether the demand was justified or not, his parents did not dare to refuse.  if  the demand was not fulfilled he threw tantrums and the parents did not have the heart to refuse. In school also he used these tactics and the teachers happily agreed to fulfill  his demands. As he grew his undue demands also increased. He was twenty when his father died. Mahesh did not know any thing about his father's  business. The manager was entrusted to look after the business. The  manager looked after his own interest. Slowly the business was declared bankrupt, The house had to be sold to settle all expenses.Mahesh saw all this, but his habits did not change. Now he even became a drunkard. His mother was extremely worried about him, but did not have the courage to tell him any thing. One evening when she was lost in  thoughts a young girl rushed inside and fell on her feet. ''Save me from this devil..'' Mahesh entered behind her full of rage. His mother shouted at him and told him to apologise,Mahesh was like a wild animal and pulled the girl. This was the limit. She got up, opened the almirah. Mahesh was wondering what  she was going to do. Suddenly Mrs. Seth took out a revolver and within a second thought fired Mahesh. In an instant he fell down,''Mom I am very sorry. I have always troubled you. Apologise me Mom.'' He was removed to a Nursing Home. The bullet had pierced only superficially and was taken out without any difficulty.  The good old days came back.

Written for Prompt a week #87 prompt word 'Apology'.                             
































Sunday, 8 November 2015

Healing

                                     


                                                               Beauty in east
                                                         the rising sun so serene
                                                               eyes enchanted.             
                                                   


written for Carpe Diem #852 Healing










          

Mother Earth

                                      
                                                               mother earth
                                                        colorful bright shining
                                                              stunning  beauty. 




Written for Carpe Diem #853 Mother Earth







                                                             

my writing corner


Any one who is serious about writing, will 
have a corner for writing exclusively for the purpose. I too have a corner to myself. In fact my corner is self contained. My study table has every thing. You name it and I have it within my reach. I cannot  carry my laptop anywhere else, because it is here and only here that I can concentrate. The view of the balcony with so much greenery is an additional benefit. A picture of my daughter and daughter in law  on the screen of my lap top is very inspiring.
view from my room
daughter in law and daughter
Written for BAR in response to Shailaja's question,
                                                                         


                                                  































quotations by Mark Twain

Yesterday  I happened to come across quotations by Mark Twain. His words are so simple, but they have so much depth hidden in them. Another thing which appealed to me is they are true for all times. So here we go
1. Worrying is like paying a debt you don't owe.

2.You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.


3. Don't part with\ your illusions.When they are gone you may still exist, you have ceased.


4 Get your facts first. Then you can distort them as much as you can.

5.Don't go around saying that the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

6. Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

7. It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.

8. The secret of getting ahead is getting started.

9. It is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the do.

10.Always do right.This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.

11.The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.

12.  A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.


 13.  Always acknowledge a fault.This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you     an  opportunity  to commit more.

14.Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal.


15.The man who does not read has no advantage 


over the man who cannot read.


17   Keep away from people who try to belittle your 


ambitions. Small people     always do that, but the

really great make you feel that you, too, can become 

great.



18.  In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious


 way that you are  absorbing the wisdom contained 

 in  all the books through your skin, without even 

opening them.



19,Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because 


Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth is'nt.



20.  Wrinkles should merely indicate where the


     smiles have been.
  


Written for B A R for thread 8th to13th Nov 2015