Waiting to be strung,
Born to adorn,
Never bothered by the short life!
Enhancing others’ looks,
There lies,
Jasmine’s original beauty.
Written for Haiku Heights : April A2Z Heights Day 11 under the prompt ‘Jasmine‘.
Until later 🙂
Year: 2013 (Page 6 of 8)
Source: http://www.wildmind.org
Chaotic yet calm,
Reaching unseen depths,
Tranquility’s irony!
Dissolving into nothing,
Merging with everything,
Which is it?
This is for Haiku Heights : April A2Z Heights Day 10 under the prompt ‘Incense‘.
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I kept on commenting on Ajay’s haiku posts with my own creations and I thought, hey why not give it a try. And here it is.
I am not expert at Haiku whether in English or Tamil, but when I read about the meaning of Haiku, I was astonished. I didn’t know there were rules and so much meaning behind it. I always thought it is a short verse/poem which gives to-the-point description about the author’s idea. Well, it is that and much more. Interested? Here, check this out: What is a Haiku?
My favorite piece in the description from the above link is quoted below:
“A perfect e.g. of the haiku not necessarily being in 5-7-5 is this one, written by a pioneer of Haiku in English, Cor van den Heuvel in the Haiku Anthology, 1999.
Little spider
will you outlive
me
A haiku doesn’t tell what is the idea in the mind of the author, it shows. Whereas the haiku above would just look like a direct question told out in a moment, it shows to me, a question of survival, who’ll be the last standing.. if we read it in another way, we could also feel it to be a question asked with an ego, or pride… the bigger species would outlast the smaller ones. It has layers in it which are shown to the reader. One of my friends told me, it takes more than a minute to actually and completely read a haiku, and understand what the poet wishes to say. Perhaps even this breaking down might be not completely accurate, but it’s more than a question to ask the spider, right? It makes you think… what’s the thought behind the poet’s words.” –As quoted from What is a Haiku?
So that’s it for now, see you around folks 🙂
Until later 🙂
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She closed her eyes and relaxed. All the colors flashed past the darkness beneath her eyelids. They mixed up and made a very wonderful fusion. She loved colors; they called out to her in a unique way. She could almost relate every color with a feeling. Warm Yellow, Pleasant Green, Bright Blue, Angry Red, Deep Black, Pure White, Neutral Grey, Childish Pink, Fiery Orange, Royal Gold, Calm Silver, Peaceful Purple, Mild Brown and so on. She could always give an adjective to any color and would often feel ironical about doing it since color in itself could be used an adjective. She loved to learn about the different shades, though there were too many. She loved the way that a tiny difference in the shade gave a whole different meaning to the look. When she talked about a shade of a particular color, she would always use the exact name if she knew or would try to find out and if it didn’t exist yet, would try to give a closest description. For her, the refrigerator at home was not just red, it was Ruby-red. The paint color was not just pink, it was Fuchsia pink. The awesome dress her friend gifted her was not just purplish, it was plum. And so she had a list – Olive green, Steel blue, Cyan, Orchid violet, Turquoise, Magenta, Ink Blue, Lavender and so on..
She heard her mom call which brought her back to the present. She sighed and opened her eyes. The darkness prevailed. She knew she had to live with it. This was her daily routine of giving herself that little joy of seeing colors and playing with them – the joy which was denied by life recently. This was her hobby now – Trying to see with her mind what she couldn’t see with her eyes anymore.
This is a little something that came as an inspiration when I was commenting on Ajay’s blog about colors.
Until later,
Keirthana 🙂
Hello all,
How have you been? Yeah, I know that I have gone missing for a while, no need to start accusations right away :P. Let me first tell you that I had gone on a long vacation to my native. And then my site was pulled down by my techie admin for maintenance purposes. Ok, that is not the truth. Before the site was down for maintenance, K had a whole week to write. It is not like she didn’t have internet access which was usually the case when she is back home. This time she had so much of time and also an okayish internet connection (though the speed is pitiable). The real reason – she was downright lazy!!
Ok, my alter ratted out on me and I have no escape. Yes, I was so lazy but not without reasons. I had gone back home after a looooooooong time and my mom was incredible. What with her cooking and pampering! So here is what happened to me from March 23, 2013 to April 1, 2013 – Crispy Dosas with a chaotic variety of chutneys, Drumstick Sambar, Awesome rasam, Mushroom Rice, Mushroom fry, The yummy paapad that you usually get in the exhibitions/fairs, Soft Idlis, Pesarattu (Only that we call it parupu dosa back home), Hot Gulab Jamoons, Mosambi juice every evening, Coconut rice with Onion Raitha, Tender Coconut every morning, Fruits given to me in ready-to-eat state and it went on.. These are just the toppers of the list.
Can you blame me for doing nothing except eat and sleep? Okay, let me move on. I am getting edgy because I am back in Bangalore and reciting all this makes me want to go home again. So except for a few useful things like applying for Aadhaar card, submitting my voter id for the long pending correction of my name, getting my lost debit card from the bank and helping out mom here and there, I was totally jobless. I spent the idle time by gossiping with mom, fighting with dad, playing with the stray cat that has made our home its regular haunt, feeding the dog which visits our house at mealtimes (otherwise, it has its own kingdom 🙂 ), bursting the bubbles on a huge bubble wrap sheet, reading novels, sleeping, talking over phone to my bro, sis-in-law and Aditya. 😆
So that’s about it. And I am back in Bangalore only to find that the climate is worse. I have never felt this drained and sweaty in Bangalore. The city as I remember when I used to visit my aunt’s place for summer vacations was always pleasant and drizzly. Now, that city is no longer here 😥 Anyway, it was hotter back at Trichy and hence I would rather be here climate-wise.
While on it, I might as well let out a few other rants. I told you I went to apply for the Aadhaar card right? I was happy to see a small queue and the person behind the counter operating a computer. My first thought was we could get it done soon. As Murphy would have it, trouble came when my turn was just 2 steps away. Suddenly something happened and the database was not returning the data when the person’s name was typed in. And this official did not have a clue of what to do. He was asking the help of the person in the next counter and that guy was also busy and in the end both the queues got held up. In this situation what irritated me was, the guy behind the counter had been trained to do the procedure of applying for an Aadhaar card. But, the trouble is he was trained for just that. He absolutely had no clue what to do when the DB had trouble. Then I suggested that him to import the data once again and he stared back blankly not knowing what import was. I could see an import option on the screen but I was not sure how they had gone about the entire application and did not want to mess it up. After much deliberation, I told him there is an import option and hence there must be a way to bring the data in. He confirmed this with the fellow guy and after a bit of clicking around he got it. Why can’t they train the people in the proper way? Teach them what it is that they are doing from the start to the end. Just don’t say click this, click that and then click submit.
Next comes the voter ID. It frustrated me enough that they had got my spelling wrong but that’s not it. They had also got the spelling of my father’s name wrong and they had given my dad’s name with the wrong spelling with the label as Husband’s name! Jeez! 😡 I wanted to change it when I got the card then and there but I was told that they would come for corrections later. So I had no choice but to let it go for the time being. After waiting for 6 years, I decided it was time to correct it putting aside my laziness and making use of the time when I am in Trichy. (God knows when I might be able to visit next). I go to the corporation office and I had to roam around for an hour to find the place where they give the application form for corrections. Then another hour to file the application and finally they ask me to come and check after 3 months. If they had told you can come and get it after 3 months, at least I would have understood knowing the speed of processes in India. But, it seems I should go and check what is the status after 3 months. God knows if my application will be touched in the meanwhile. Topping this, the guy who gave me back the acknowledgement slip for my application didn’t sign it. When I asked him, he says sign is not needed, just the number on it is enough. How long is it gonna take him to sign it and it says on the slip that he is supposed to sign it! 😡
When I complained, my dad lectured me on this is how the system works and only if I come out and do stuff like this, I will get experience. I mean, this is not experience. This is just getting used to violation of rules, negligence and carelessness of the officials and stuff like that. Only in India, we call this an experience worth learning. 🙄
I guess that’s enough blabber for a post. See you around guys!
Until later,
Keirthana 🙂
If there is one thing which is messed up beyond repair, it is the human mind. And we somehow manage to mess it up even more. So here goes the story of my mind giving me a hard time. To give you a preview of the show, I must tell you this – My mind thinks too much and all in the wrong direction. It will come up with the weirdest of all interpretations for anything, will get bummed up for no reason, will torture me with its pointless frustrations when I really have some useful job to do. So now you know that I am totally unable to control my mind. That’s enough preview. 😉
So, here comes. Up until recently, I cannot visualize things at will. For instance, when I go for shopping I would be totally unable to try to visualize the kurti I am holding in my hand against my jean in my cupboard back home. Color against color match or mismatch? No. Trying to visualize the design pattern? No. And hence I never shopped without a companion who excells in such stuff and they would do the mental movie playing part and give their approvals or otherwise. Then out of the blue, I found during my last shopping spree that my mind is able to do that . Not always. But flashes of it. More like, it does that when it really likes a dress I am considering to buy. But when I try it at will, it gives me a very hard time. The experience would be something like trying to reach something which is just their one minuscule beyond the tip of my fingers but am unable to reach it. 😐
The next thing is, well this requires a sub-preview. You must know that I cannot dance at all. No. Not one step. Not one move. I still remember the day when I had to (read was forced to) do at least one dance move during the Industrial Visit trip in college and I made a complete fool of myself being unable to 😳 . Moving on, people have told me to just let go and dance even if it is clumsy. I have got this advice a lot. Believe you me, I try. I have wanted to dance at such times. But no. There is absolutely zero body-mind co-ordination. So I came to terms with the fact that I cannot dance [Hoping that there will never come a time where I am held at gun point and asked to dance]. *Preview Over* (Enough 🙄 , move on)
Recently, when I hear peppy numbers, my mind starts to dance, if I may phrase it that way. Remember it is the mind and not me. It is as if there is another me inside which is doing the dancing part. No, I am not just visualizing someone/myself dancing, instead I feel my mind doing the dance. When I try to catch hold of what it is doing, it is as slippery as an eel. If I try and do it again on purpose, there are flashes but never the whole picture. It drains me. It is like learning Occlumency from Snape. 😯 The crazier thing is my mind is so far able to do its awesome dance only for peppy numbers. [I am not exaggerating when I say awesome, yesterday it did a superb choreography for “Everybody tells me” from “Another Cinderella story”. That’s gotta be something.] So when I am listening to melodies, or songs which have lyrics depicting the situations, my mind tries to do something and obviously fails. And I have to go through the ordeal of watching the clumsy attempts which leaves me more drained. 😐
Now tell me, isn’t my mind the best place to be? 😈 In case you are Sheldon Cooper and didn’t get it, that was sarcasm for you! Re-read the title of this post. I should be removing that (ly) right? Well, I am not gonna 😛
What do you say? Alter-ego? Might be, for who knows!
Until later 🙂
That’s me
