We started our Book Club in 2009 and we meet once a month. We have great fun discussing the books we have read and also connecting so many other things happening in the world to what we had read. This month, we met on the 14th. We celebrate Nov 14th as Children’s day, it being the birthday of our first Prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru.
We, book club members had decided to talk about our favourite Children’s books. They are called Children’s Books but for me they are all time books. Even now I enjoy reading some of them, they are still so appealing. We all went back to our childhood and remembered those long ago days when either our grandmothers or our grandfathers or parents had led us to the amazing world of books and imagination by reading aloud to us.
I remember sitting near my grandfather listening to tales from Mahabharata, Ramayana and Krishnavatara. Those stories are a part of us. Those story-telling moments made us to love books. I remember reading any and every book that came my way. My grandfather must have re-lived his childhood while reading aloud to us. I did that while reading out to my children. I still remember most of the stories. Every night, my daughter reads out stories to her son. He loves listening to them. These days, there are very good books for children.
This meeting was great fun and we remembered those special moments, shared moments of our childhood. Shared, happy moments bring us together, but many a times I feel that moments of sadness forge a stronger bond. We tend to share our happiness with many of our friends, but the sad ones, we share with only those who are really close. Most of us are private people who do not share our sorrow with everyone. Happy or sad moments, I think people have this need, to share, share with someone who is a kindred spirit. It is truly said,’ no man is an island… ’.
“Time is made up of captured moments and things shared and time spent
together become the memories that the heart never forgets.” Author: unknown
Yes, enduring love, my parents got married on 1st May, 1959 – 55 years , with its ups and downs. They have a great time together. This is their wedding photo.
In 2013, with their great grandson 🙂 , my daughter’s son.
I love and enjoy reading 🙂 Books lead us to a world of imagination.
I love stitching, I enjoyed every minute I spent stitching for my daughter, son and for myself. I remember with affection the frocks I had stitched for my daughter. My sewing machine has been a very faithful companion:)
Both of us enjoy a glass of strong, filter coffee in the morning, a good way to start the day:)
Some time ago we had been to this beautiful, very old temple of Goddess Durgaparameshwari. It is in a small village called Mandarthi.
Then this is a beautiful, very old temple to Lord Ganapati in a small village called Guddattu. The temple is set against a huge black boulder.
Our grandson and another little boy were playing in the playground, trying to catch each other. they were having a lot of fun. It was nice to see the anticipation on our grandson’s face 🙂
I am reading this very interesting book, The Difficulty of Being Good by Gurcharan Das. He talks about different characters in The Mahabharata and their characteristics. It is very easy to relate to most of them because human nature just does not change. What was true thousands of years ago is true for the present ages too.
In one of the chapters the author writes about the scene where Draupadi is being humiliated and everyone keeps quiet. No one has the courage to speak out against the wrong doing. Then, after quite some time, Vidura speaks out and quotes the sage Kashyapa about the immorality of remaining silent when there is evil afoot – ‘ the leader of the conspiracy earns half the penalty, the immediate culprit a quarter and the witnesses who do not speak are also guilty of a quarter.
Reading this many incidents came to mind. People keep quiet because they do not want any unpleasantness. Many shut their eyes as if to state they have not witnessed the wrong. For many it is just not their business. Most of us cannot speak out or fight against all that is wrong in the world. But we can, against small matters within the sphere of our life. When we keep quiet we are giving the other person a power over us. It sends out a message that we are ready to be bullied. Most of the time we are responsible for what happens in our life and blaming others is just our shortcoming.
But in countless instances people are so helpless. They are totally under the control of other people. Their life is not their own. That is heart-rending; the feeling of helplessness and the belief there is no one to help them. They are forced to keep quiet, they have no choice.
“The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.”
In a small village, a little distance away from our home there is a beautiful temple of Lord Ganapati. This is the door of that temple.
The next photo is of the room in Mahatma Gandhi’s home in Sabarmati Ashram, Ahmedabad. A simple door and a simple house of a simple, great man.
The next photo is in the reading room of Shri Aurobindo Nivas, home of Shri Aurobindo in Vadodara, Gujarat. A serene, peaceful house with doors to match.
There are achievements, big and small, significant and seemingly insignificant , but they are all so important and precious in our life.
These photos are of our grandson, turning over for the first time, last year, after trying and trying. The first milestone and achievement of his life.
Learning to climb steps , another important achievement:)
A few years ago, in November, we had been in Aurangabad in the state of Maharashtra. It had been sugarcane season and we passed miles and miles of sugarcane fields.
Sugarcane was being transported on ox-carts. Instead of regular wooden wheels, they had what looked like bus-wheels.
And, in body of the cart, above the sugarcane, it seems a good place to rest:)