MEMORIES DON’T FADE

I constantly move to deserts and valleys

Climbing mountains, passing from cities 

Exploring the woods, meeting the locals 

Learning tribal culture, enjoy their fests

Having a bag full of memories to cherish 

That don’t get faded with time, stay fresh 

Love going back to the memory lane 

Calling old friends, close they remain 

The nostalgia lingers on forever 

Nothing can replace the sheer joy 

Looking at the pictures, smiles and tears 

Sweet memories can never fade away.

DREAMS UNLIMITED 

 

Now at this point of life I wonder at times that do dreams really get fulfilled? 

If yes then right now I am sitting at the bank of the river and dreaming to float forever…,,

Floating, I dream to enter the other continents..,,,,

I dream of meeting those wonderful people living on other land masses.,,,

I dream of smelling those flowers blooming in their gardens…..

I dream of learning a trick or two about photography…… of woods and bridges outside the houses..,..

I wish to capture Mr. & Mrs. W in their nests. 

I dream….. to get time to blog daily…..

I dream to get my youth again..,..O yes, I am sweet sixteen again…eyes full of dreams and heart full of passion to be successful in life……to do something worth in life…

Buddies Forever 


My both the sons are my best buddies.Who else? They make me laugh like  crazy, they wipe my tears, give me immense joy and moreover share their fears and secrets with me. 

They both never dissappoint me when it comes to have fun. I feel young in their company. Tarun pampers them both whereas I do the dirty stuff of lecturing and putting restrictions in the name of grooming them. Does it make any difference to them? 

Times have changed. What was right for us might be outdated for them. Our food, music, fashion, values and even social behavior used to be so different from the present generation stuff. Now you can’t behave like parents with your grown ups. If you dictate terms they will go away. But then why should we do it anyway?

 They want to be treated as independent individuals and I have observed one thing, pardon me if I am wrong, that the present generation is smarter and has ability to take practical decisions. We were emotional fools, they aren’t. They know the power of money and spend selfishly ( I mean mostly on them).  They start saving at early age and very good at financial management. 

I had started working when I was eighteen. Today when I look back I wonder what have I done with all that money I earned over the years? Only collected articrafts, house items, clothes, shoes, jewelry or in other words “junk”. No solid saving for old age. No, I am not cribbing nor I regret because I was doing what I felt right. Perhaps I never earned so much. I am learning from my buddy, my son who has shared some fantastic investment ideas. 

All said and done my sons give immense happiness to us. Tarun is my soulmate but my brats are real buddies who are there for me always. 

Catching Lost Breath

IMG_0729After climbing so many stairs, I had to catch my breath ! This was early in the morning while I went for the weekly trek and couldn’t climb further without a short break. Huffing and puffing, I needed to drink water and of course it was time to click few pictures. I was having my i phone to do the honors. 

This is a plateau with steep climb. As I started climbing I saw erected Buddha statues on both the sides of the stairs. They were made of metal, cement, fibre and were different in texture and shape from each other.IMG_0742.JPGIt was so hot early in the morning and frankly speaking not a very conducive weather for trekking but since Tarun had found this route so couldn’t say no. We both went early in the morning and quickly climbed so that we could come back before sunrise. I was not able to match the pace with Tarun, was breathing heavily, sweating and finally sat down on a bench to catch my breath….refused to move till I felt okay. Poor him….he had no other option except sitting next to me and wait for my approval to start again.

Now a days I go out of breath so soon as I start running on my tread mill. May be age is catching up and I am losing on my stamina. I have to do something about it but what?…….

Would like to hear from you folks. How do manage to stay active? I’m finding difficult with each passing year.

HUMBLE PIE: WHERE’S THE PEN?

How embarrassing it was for me. I was constantly nagging, ticking off children for losing the expensive pen which I gifted them, blamed them not to value gifts and then one fine day I got it inside my pouch which I carried to school. Actually I had borrowed it for my work few days before, forgot to return, and later on kept on scolding my sons for the careless handling of things. Ashamed of my behaviour I had to eat a humble pie.

Never mind I guess all mothers are more or less like this. They scold and then they pamper. Of course I baked a cake for my brats who faced the music without their fault. Isn’t it looking good in the picture above?

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Tarun has a habit of  keeping things in a safe place only to forget later on. When he can’t recollect his so called safe place then he simply announces that it was me whom he handed over the things. I keep on rejecting the idea and suggest him to check his brief cases. Very confidently he would open his bags in front of me and turns red when he finds it right there where I told him. No wonder he smiles and eats a humble pie.

What about you? Does it happen with you during one of these days ?


 

This poem totally expose our politicians while “the people” eat humble pie…..

The Elitists in Government are dragging their feet,
while “the people” eat humble pie and sweat,
wondering how far their lives will plunge into
the unknown depths of chaos and debt,
They wine, dine and schmooze on the
Hill of no thrills,

In the meantime, people are losing their homes,
Dropping dead or electing to end
their lives with pills or any means they
can find, because they can’t afford to
take care of their children as they should,
Yet, the Politicians continue to act as if
United States’ condition is “All Good”

With indifference they retire to their mansions
and lives of prosperity, while the “little people”
are left hanging in the wind,
Then they turn around and blame their incompetence
on the only minority who is desperately trying to save the
country from ruin and pestilence…..

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Margeret Bailey

THE LUCKIEST OLD MAN

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The first man I met in the morning

Was old, sitting at the door, yawning

As I went for my morning walk

I saw his fragile figure, thin and dark

Once strong, agile, glowing human

Now wrinkled, shrinked, aged  man

Done his duties, fought his battle

Tired, withered, dry eyes, shriveled 

Faced hardships, struggled, battered heart

Slippers at side, thinking for long

“Will my children take me along?

My body is aching, as if falling apart,

vigor and strength of bones depart

I have a stone where once I had a heart

I may be alone, aloof, shaky and bit sad 

Inside this old carcass, still a young lad !!!”

 I met this luckiest old man, there he sat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO SHOOT OF PETS

Of course they both are pets. Not ours. This tiny kitten and docile canine belongs to the couple who are our friends.

This week’s  Serendipity Photo Prompt 2015- 30 revolves around pets. I don’t know much about them as I don’t have one. Not yet prepared to take the responsibility. 

Whatever little time we spent with our friends these two creatures kept on moving around us. They licked our feet, sat on Tarun’s lap since he is very fond of dogs, he had a Pomeranian who died just before our marriage.

They  both never left us for a single minute and we too enjoyed their presence. This Pet photo shoot was done by me while Tarun was busy playing with them. _DSC2304.JPG_DSC2322_DSC2314_DSC2296_DSC2290.JPG_DSC2328.JPG

I must admit this was the first time I stayed with a dog for the entire day and being with him I never felt as if he couldn’t speak or understand our language. In fact they both communicated so perfectly with their gestures and their body language conveyed it all. The waggling tail, the bright eyes, licking and smelling and other signals were good enough to know their state of mind.  So expressive. Just like Amber, Bonnie, Bishop or like Dusty and swiss feline Tabby.That’s all for this week.