Oct 31, 2010

Busy Bees

Winter is most definitely my most favourite season of the year!
November has set in and its getting cold here. I believe these bees are building a hive as fast as possible so they have a home to stay in when its cold outside. However I've read they come out when its warmer. So do they never actually hibernate, I wonder?

This post is for Camera Critters # 134. Do visit the wonderful critters from around the world!

Oct 30, 2010

A Ghoulish Scare

There was a power cut suddenly.

Step at a time she stealthily went through the pitch dark of that moonless night.

Somebody was knocking at the door. Who could it be?

Her heart was racing faster than ever.

Nothing could be seen through the peephole.

With shaking hands she opened the door.

A hooded, gaunt silhouette menacingly stood in the doorway, an axe in hand.

She was about to scream when the ghoul yelled “Trick or Treat?”

Note the above TRICK is a piece of 77 Fiction. 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bound to a maximum count of 77 words.

I'm going as the sweet little Tinkerbell with some more tricks like the above and some treats, to the Ghoul's Gala at 'I Rhyme Without Reason'  this Halloween.
Hope you'll are joining us too!

Oct 27, 2010

Oct 26, 2010

O for Overwhelming

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Days on Nights
Young hearts beating
Overwhelming feelings
 Nights on Days
Feelings overwhelming
Beating hearts, young
 Days on Nights
Euphoric infatuation
sleepless restless
Nights on Days
Restless sleepless
Infatuation euphoric
Days on Nights

This has been written to welcome the return of THE NAISAIKU CHALLENGE!

Oct 24, 2010

Fly away Fly!


Fly upon my nose

For a minute’s stint

Sat between so close

My eyes went squint

Fly away fly

Before on the sly

With one flick

Of my tongue, quick

I make you my meal

And seal the deal

Oct 22, 2010

Standing upto his name!

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Flip, he'd sent the shoe in his right foot flying high up in the air. Gravity was bringing it down now. He ran towards it and caught it, back on the hook of his upturned right foot. Next, Flip went the shoe from his left foot, flying high and back. Walking to school early in the morning through lonely lanes, this was his way of making the stretch interesting. It's amazing how he managed to get to school on time!

My Pa-in-Law aka Vijay was quite a bright student I'm told but he preferred to do things his way. A little too differently for comfort. He always managed to get on the teacher's nerves. Once the teacher had caught him scouring the floor under his desk. "How do you manage to slip off the bench everytime I ask you'll to take notes?" inquired Father D'Mello. Vijay rose off his knees and stood trembling, staring into Father D'Mello's angry eyes. "I'm only collecting some lead for my clutch pencil, Sir!" answered a genuinely hassled Vijay, producing a tiny box that held a collection of about a 1000 lead stubs. He proceeded to demonstrate how he could insert one of the broken but sharp lead pieces in the tip of his clutch pencil and write. There were many such lying on the floor under the desk between pencil shavings. "He saves trees this way he says." came Vijay's bench partner's voice shimmering, to his rescue. "Or saving money, is he?" butted in a louder voice from the back benches, in rebuke. 
And the class roared with laughter.
 "Just see that I don't find you under the desk during class, again! you can do it in the recess." rumbled Father D'Mello and pardoned him. Probably, Father D'Mello had realised that this young chap had understood more, foreseen more, than any other boy of his age had.
Vijay was unperturbed by his classmate's comments and that they would poke fun at him. He had gone on doing what he thought was right, with conviction. 

Vijay's was a joint family living together in a humble two florid home at Wadala in Mumbai in the '50s. When at home Vijay loved to dress up like a soldier. He imagined he'd join the army one day. He had disciplined himself and even at a young age he considered himself a man of great responsibilities.
A khaki cap on his head and a baton in hand he'd walk about with taut shoulders and an air of supremacy.  
One day they found him walking up and down the aisle of the front verandah on the ground floor, hollering like a hawker.
"Anyone's got shoes for this pair of laces? Lend me a shoe for this lace!" This seemingly funny exclamation had a deeper meaning which only a few had realised. One shouldn't let nothing go to waste. Not even a shoe lace!
He had grown up in hand-me-downs and was never ashamed to tell me about those days. Those were the days when kids were taught the value for money but not all his ideas originated from that principle. He primarily believed in Saving our Resources. In those days such ideas weren't publicly acknowledged and propagated like today. 'Go Green' is only being advocated now.

"We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved. ~Author Unknown"

These anecdotes narrated by Pa-in-law
and this quote
Modern technology 
Owes ecology
An apology.

~Alan M. Eddison 
...have had an immense effect on my thinking.
This Diwali I will celebrate the light he has thrown upon my life. I will celebrate Vijay's victory over those who ran him down. The victory of his good over other's evil rebuke.That he stood his ground and believed in himself. That he passed down some great values to me which I, in turn, intend to give to his grand-child.

This post has been written including the prompt words from 3 Word Wednesday

Oct 19, 2010

Maiden Over

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“HOWZAT?” a husky voice hollered. A short, curly haired, fair lad raised a finger and declared the batsman bowled. The dark and lanky figure with that husky voice now ran towards the bowler screaming on the top of the lungs. In no time the thin framed, dimple chinned bowler, Rajeev had been lifted up into the air and the team was exulting over their victory.

This was my team, a motley crew of young boys aged between 9-14 years old. And that lanky, dark cricketer with the husky voice was me. With crew-cut hair, a terribly tanned face and scraped knobby knees showing beneath those fatigued shorts, I was easily mistaken as a boy amongst the group of lads. I was a complete tomboy who ate, breathed and lived cricket like any other boy of my age.

The society where I lived consisted of a ring of 10 buildings. The oval foreground of the buildings was divided into two equal halves by a speed-breaker in the centre. Two rival teams existed in the same society, one of the elder teenage boys and the other being ours. Come summer vacations and every other evening after school, our society foreground morphed into our cricket field. The elder teenagers took the eastern half while we occupied the western half. Mind you the age wasn’t a factor for us. We made quite a formidable team.

We dint care for the sun scorching our skin or the rain leaving puddles all over our playground. I dint enjoy any othe rgame as much as I loved a quick 6 overs match of cricket with the boys. We would also work to hone our skills, rigorously. There were hours and hours of catch practice for me and a few boys who were recognized for our tight fielding. The bowlers spent hours figuring out different styles of spinning the ball and mastering the Googly. I confess I was never good at that but I could whack some Sixers alright! Never mind some window panes of the top floor flats sacrificed for that. There were many occasions when the ball had belonged to my opponent team and I had to go fetch the ball myself after that path-breaking,window-shattering stroke.

Galli cricket was at an all time high in Dadar of the 90s, Sachin Tendulkar was our god and Shivaji Park was the runway to my list of ambitions at that time. Innumerable times I had captained my team and locked horns with the cricket teams from neighboring societies, and more than many times we had returned home sweaty, muddy and victorious. There wasn’t any shiny cup to flaunt or any prize money to bring home but I remember coming home with bruised elbows,a bloated head and a proud nose up in the air. Those winning streaks had actually triggered my dreams of becoming a real cricketer some day.

The girls never invited me for their Barbie doll tea parties for they knew I’d never sacrifice my turn at batting for a silly girly get-together. And I frankly was the odd ‘Maiden’ out who turned up with a red-handled season bat in hand, instead of a red- haired Barbie doll.

My mother knew no better incentive to have me do my homework than “I’ll let you play an extra hour of bat-ball if you finish your Math Sums first.” I would fly out the door, all furious, after finishing the homework in a hurry, “Please for God’s sake its cricket, Ma!”

One evening in June, when it had just begun to drizzle and school was about to re-open I was out again with the boys. It was going to be the last year at school and the most crucial one. I’d promised Ma that I’d focus more on my studies than on cricket. So just before the academic year could kick in, I was trying to make a memorable game of cricket that could help me survive through the following year. I couldn’t imagine an entire drab year full of studies and absolutely no cricket!

The final cricket match had commenced and my team was fielding first. I wasn’t the captain this time because I was supposed to train a few youngsters to step into my shoes until I finish my S.S.C. year and get back on the grounds. I was posted this time at the boundary and I could feel the eyes of some onlookers on me, from their respective balconies aka booths. Many neighbors, thankfully took our Galli cricket quite seriously and enjoyed watching our matches every evening. Some had also predicted a glorious future for me in women’s cricket. They could foresee me bringing the Indian women’s cricket team into limelight. We enjoyed our small share of audience and sometimes also relied on their decree when we felt our own umpire was giving a biased decision.

So there I was, poised to quickly dive at a ball whacked by the batsman towards the boundary. I never let a single ball slip through my fingers. “Going for a four, dude? Tough luck!” I challenged the batsman. Nilesh, a sharp-eyed and superb batsman was in the opposite team this time. His was an important wicket and we had to take it at the earliest. Rahul, our best Googly bowler was going in for it again. A slow trot down the pitch and then his hand swung the ball towards Nilesh. With cocked shoulders, tapping the ground between his feet, Nilesh was focusing on the ball hurtling towards him. And whack, he’d hit the ball with a strong and sure stroke of his heavy bat. The ball soared high up in the air and was clearly flying for the boundary. I could see my moment of achievement approaching, fast.

The ball was in the second half of its journey. All my audience was watching with bated breath. Some of my team mates were screaming at me, “Catch it!” I knew I had it in my hands. My judgment had never gone wrong. I ran in the direction of the ball with cupped hands. That was the minute which would define the fate of the following match. There was suddenly a dead silence around me. And renting that silence came one high-pitched shrill voice,“ Munnaaaaa!” My psyche was programmed to react to that voice and I turned in the direction from where it had come. “It’s late. Come home right now!” I saw my mother standing at our ground floor house, doorstep. The next thing I knew, the ball had smacked me in my left ear and I bit the dust at the boundary.

With that I was one ‘maiden’ whose cricketing career was surely ‘over’ for soon after began my tussle with big fat books for the remaining academic years at school and college.

This post has also been written for Monday's Child #17

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Oct 18, 2010


The Sea's tide sings
But serenity for me
Is mother's lap

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Prompt : Serenity

Oct 17, 2010



Early in the morning, knock- knocks

McDonald pulled up his socks

"Pray who is that?” cried he

Tis the farmhand kitty

Your coop hasn't anymore, hens or cocks

This has been written forPrompt # 8 : Acrostic Limerick


Oct 16, 2010

How did she fall for me?


Asked a question to which
No answer I could give
Stumped, I stood staring
While she laughed like a witch
Ever like a fool I live
Readily entertaining

Prompt 1: Regular Acrostic

Did You Know?

Dragonflies are one of the oldest inhabitants of the earth dating back to over 250 million years?

The first to develop wings and fly in the air, the dragonflies first appeared during the Carboniferous era, about 250 million years ago along with the Mayflies (Ephemeroptera).

Belonging to the aquatic insect order they are collectively known as Odonata.. Our Indian Subcontinent is rich in these Fast and agile fliers with around 500 of the 5000 recognised species from around the world.

Dragonfly adults are often brightly colored and have a long slender abdomen with two pair of long, slender wings that show many net-like veins. These wings don’t fold and are held outstretched when at rest. Adults are usually found near water but are good fliers and may range several miles.

Known to devour the mosquito larvae, they are nature’s effective solution for keeping malaria in check.

These jeweled helicopters of the insect world are quite tolerant to human presence which is evident from the pictures that I have managed to click from such close quarters.

This one is a female Asian Amberwings (Brachythemis Contaminata) (Fabricius,1793)

Family : Libellulidae
Size : Length 24mm Wingspread 52mm

It was a rainy mid-day, supposedly the best time to try photographing a dragonfly.

Using the flash seems to have lit up the various shades of the dragonfly’s body.

If anybody can share further information on this beautiful God’s creation or correct me wherever I am wrong, please oblige by throwing some more light, over this way!

Oct 14, 2010

M for Marriage

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And the two tied the knot in holy matrimony

Began a life anew

Chores and bed they shared now

Diligently stuck to their vows

Ever and always to the spouse true

For it wasn’t just a ceremony

God had brought the souls together

Heavens blessed them forever

In bliss to live their lives with love

Joy and prosperity showered from above

Knelt the soul-mates before God

"Let your light flow through us lord

May our togetherness grow day by day

Nectar sweet and seamless we pray

Ought not the world to lose faith in it

Precious is this matrimonial bond

Questioning not the need for it

Reveling in how it makes two hearts grow fond"

So together they made a house their home

To many an example, an envy to some

Undying was the commitment in their relationship

Very emulative was their friendship

With great patience, brick by brick, they laid

X  they marked and wrote on their own door

"You're welcome", the board said

Zone of Love’ – from top to floor!

This has been written for the Round 7 of ABC Wednesday and Theme Thursday

Oct 13, 2010

Ill Wind

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This Acrostic has been written for the Acrostics Only Prompt 5: Challenge & OSI prompt : 137