Kids say some amazing things... And it's so hard to keep a straight face when they are doing so.
I was sitting next to a mother of twin girls in cute red hoodies in the bus. The twins were having an elaborate discussion about their day at school and about how they didn't like to fight as it made them cry in the end. :)
One of the red hooded twin said - we made posters today at school.
Mom - what was it about.
Little Red hoodie- it was on how to get information.
Mom- thts nice (I thought that was nice too considering they were probably just 5-6 year olds). So what did you make?
Little red hoodie - television.... Maps... And bells! (did she just say bells...? Okay...that has my somewhat adult mind wondering!!)
Mom - bells? And by now everyone in the bus has smiled plastered on their faces probably thinking awww..so sweet..kids...etc etc.
Well little hoodie explains - you see when you ring the bell, someone answers the door & you can get information. And when the school bell rings you know if school has started or if it's time to go home!! So bells give information.:-)
of course that was brilliant & she was adoreable. I loved it and I'm so thankful I was there when this happened!
:-D
KEEP SMILING coz u look soooo sweet when you do.
05 March 2010
30 December 2009
Australia
Watched 'Australia' over the weekend. Stunning movie & stunning characterisation as well. It's one of those rare movies that has all the elements to hold an audience - suspense, romance, laughter, mystery...
I can't get over it i guess. The most beautiful part about the Aboriginal culture is that once someone passes, they don't take that persons name anymore. Its heartbreakingly beautiful! And somehow it made a lot of sense to me.
To all those who cannot be names anymore... may you rest in peace!
31 August 2009
18 August 2009
Temples in Imphal that have a pervading smell of fresh flowers. A bouquet of scents that overwhelm & purify your soul. Just the whiff of that scent makes you feel like you've entered a sacred zone of peace & reverence. I yearn sometimes for that smell of temple flowers! Sometimes it comes up as a memory & as swiftly as it arises it vaporizes leaving me lost and full of yearning for a moment.
28 May 2009
Not a Love Story
A young girl sits with her friends and they watch the young musicians perform in praise of the Lord. The performance is enchanting and the girl is caught in the enchantment when her gaze suddenly meets the gaze of the flute player in the troupe. That moment lasted an eternity and the flute player skipped a tune… no one noticed the missed beat or the skip of heartbeats across the temple courtyard except two young souls. They went home that day on their separate ways and wondered why that night sleep wasn’t easy to come by.
The next day the girl returned to the temple courtyard hoping in her heart that the flute player might have felt the same way she did. There were throngs of people gathering in the temple to lay their offerings but as her eyes searched, she couldn’t find him and her heart got weary. She decided to go home and hoped she would forget this episode. On her way out while she was wearing her slippers, a figure stopped abruptly in front of her and was taking off his slippers. She looked up and saw the flute player in front of her. Both were shocked to find each other this way. She almost said something and he almost replied but a wave of silence held them. And then he told her that he was going on a tour outside the village and would return in a couple of weeks’ time. Would she wait for him? That’s all. Nothing was spoken apart from that and he headed hurriedly towards the temple. The girl looked on… he didn’t say anything but she heard every thought he had expressed.
The days passed by and turned into an excruciatingly long wait. News reached a fortnight later that the troupe had been dismantled as their teacher had passed away in a tragic accident. There was going to be a prayer meeting in the temple the next day in his honour and everyone in the village including members of the troupe would come to pay their respects.
She was excited about the prospect of meeting him and felt a little guilty about being happy in a time like this. The next day she was full of excitement and she had butterflies in her stomach.
That day many turned up to pay their respects. She waited near the temple gate hoping to catch a glimpse of him. The day was drawing to an end and still there was no sign of him. She was beginning to feel a little foolish about her situation but her heart still yearned. She decided she might as well do what everyone had come there to do. She walked up to the temple pedestal where a throng of people were laying flowers. As she reached the pedestal, a few flowers fell from her hand. She bent to pick them up. When she got up to place them, she was greeted by the sight of the flute player.
It was encased in a frame and a familiar flute rested in front of his picture.
The next day the girl returned to the temple courtyard hoping in her heart that the flute player might have felt the same way she did. There were throngs of people gathering in the temple to lay their offerings but as her eyes searched, she couldn’t find him and her heart got weary. She decided to go home and hoped she would forget this episode. On her way out while she was wearing her slippers, a figure stopped abruptly in front of her and was taking off his slippers. She looked up and saw the flute player in front of her. Both were shocked to find each other this way. She almost said something and he almost replied but a wave of silence held them. And then he told her that he was going on a tour outside the village and would return in a couple of weeks’ time. Would she wait for him? That’s all. Nothing was spoken apart from that and he headed hurriedly towards the temple. The girl looked on… he didn’t say anything but she heard every thought he had expressed.
The days passed by and turned into an excruciatingly long wait. News reached a fortnight later that the troupe had been dismantled as their teacher had passed away in a tragic accident. There was going to be a prayer meeting in the temple the next day in his honour and everyone in the village including members of the troupe would come to pay their respects.
She was excited about the prospect of meeting him and felt a little guilty about being happy in a time like this. The next day she was full of excitement and she had butterflies in her stomach.
That day many turned up to pay their respects. She waited near the temple gate hoping to catch a glimpse of him. The day was drawing to an end and still there was no sign of him. She was beginning to feel a little foolish about her situation but her heart still yearned. She decided she might as well do what everyone had come there to do. She walked up to the temple pedestal where a throng of people were laying flowers. As she reached the pedestal, a few flowers fell from her hand. She bent to pick them up. When she got up to place them, she was greeted by the sight of the flute player.
It was encased in a frame and a familiar flute rested in front of his picture.
23 November 2007
Another heart breaks at this moment, another heart is sealed
Another soul breaks a promise, another secret revealed
Someone seeking to find the answers of their life
Someone comes back to find the answers all within their heart
There is a strange boomerang of thoughts across the world
It defines the reason why we always come back where we start.
We all want acceptance yet we hold biases abound
We aren’t like that is the word we spread around
My life is so different from yours in every way says one
But at the end of the day how much different are we from each other
We want the same level of love, tenderness & acceptance
That we seek from others first rather than first from ourselves.
Another soul breaks a promise, another secret revealed
Someone seeking to find the answers of their life
Someone comes back to find the answers all within their heart
There is a strange boomerang of thoughts across the world
It defines the reason why we always come back where we start.
We all want acceptance yet we hold biases abound
We aren’t like that is the word we spread around
My life is so different from yours in every way says one
But at the end of the day how much different are we from each other
We want the same level of love, tenderness & acceptance
That we seek from others first rather than first from ourselves.
14 September 2007
One blink and a moment is gone forever
One whisper & a language ceased to exist
It takes but a little moment in time
For a life to be given to another deadly disease…
Another species is forever gone
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Whose side are we really on!
A forest lumbered to the ground
Another tribe loses its sacred mound
Just another sacrifice we lay
To what we call advancement today.
The balance of life now lies asunder
Is there hope for mankind I wonder!
One whisper & a language ceased to exist
It takes but a little moment in time
For a life to be given to another deadly disease…
Another species is forever gone
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Whose side are we really on!
A forest lumbered to the ground
Another tribe loses its sacred mound
Just another sacrifice we lay
To what we call advancement today.
The balance of life now lies asunder
Is there hope for mankind I wonder!
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