We were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. We got talking. She had come from a different part of our state. Her brother’s wife was being operated on. They had been there for nearly two weeks. She appeared to belong to a lower-income group. She told me that they had spent a lot of money. They were praying that everything would be fine. She said, “Being in the hospital, looking at people with so many health problems, made her feel that their problem was not so bad.” I did not meet her later. I just hope her sister-in-law has recovered completely. Her words impressed me. So much in life depends on our perspective, how we face life. We can be positive or we can be negative.

“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns,

or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”  – Abraham Lincoln

The word perspective brings to mind events that have been taking place over the last few weeks. Donald Trump is the President of USA. Earlier it was all about his swearing-in ceremony, his tweets, his arrogance of wealth and power. We saw so many protests against him. That is one perspective, one side of the coin. There is another side: the darker one. There are people who believe that he will change America for the better. They have voted him to power. They look at him from a different angle. The other day with a simple sleight of hand he changed the lives of so many.  People from all over the world live in America. Many of them are citizens of that country. It is inconceivable as to how people who consider a land as their home can be banned from setting foot on it. Is this really a solution to the problems highlighted by Trump and his like? It is reported in the papers that the Brooklyn judge’s ruling has only blocked part of the president’s action. Those who have been detained in the international airports of America cannot be deported; but they cannot enter. Is pre-2nd World War and World War 2 history going to repeat itself? Do we never learn from our mistakes? People are protesting all over the country and elsewhere. But what is frightening is that there are people who  support him. What will happen to the voices of ordinary people?

Here too, there are people who think that Nathuram Godse a hero. They believe that he did the right thing in assassinating Mahatma Gandhi. Mahatma Gandhi supported Muslims too. This in their eyes was a crime so he had to be killed. Do we never learn from history? In these days of the internet it is said the world has become a smaller place. But unfortunately, smaller the world, the more divided it is becoming in the name of religion.

So much has been happening since the beginning of this year. We had a lot of trouble in the name of Jallikattu in our neighbouring state. It is a bull-taming contest. It has been banned by the Supreme Court of India. But people involved in the sport protested that it was an integral part of their tradition and that they had the right to practice it. There are cockfights and another sport similar to Jallikattu called Horihabba in our state. I wonder what those animals feel about such ‘human’ traditions. They are the ones who are being tortured and killed in the name of sport.  But who asks them? Violence for the love of violence defines human nature.

“Humans dominate

Animals who cannot speak

In the name of sport.”





Spring Back ( Slice of Life)


A few months ago the land behind our home had been cleared of all vegetation. This land belongs to builders. The trees have been razed to the ground many times in the last few years. But these builders have not yet started building anything. It is the same story everywhere. In the name of development destruction is taking place. Yesterday, while returning home I was glad to see plants growing again on that slope of hill. In spite of being destroyed they are coming back.

“Surviving all odds

Is Nature’s  strength and power.

People can tame her.

But cannot destroy Nature,

In a second Nature can.”

This reminded me of one of my friends. She was married at a young age. Her husband turned out to be an alcoholic. He used to beat her too. But her resilience helped her to overcome the problems that kept coming her way. She sent her children to school. They are earning members of the family. She works in the Housekeeping department of a medical institution. She built a house for herself. She achieved all this without the help of her husband. She believes in facing whatever comes her way with a positive attitude. It is very easy to face problems if we have wealth and security in life. Fulfilling our dreams without them takes courage and is really an achievement. There are people who keep moaning about all the troubles they are facing in life. Many a time those troubles are of their mind. But, never have I heard my friend do that. Such people give out positive vibrations.


Spring Back ( Slice of Life)


The Daily Post Photo Challenge : Graceful

For this week’s challenge, share something that says “graceful” to you: from a couple dancing a smooth tango or a skyscraper soaring with ease above the skyline, to a leaf that dropped just so atop a moss-covered rock. You can focus on people, animals, architecture, or objects — or go for an abstract shot where the composition itself channels a fluid, streamlined essence.

‘Graceful’ has many meanings, some of it are – charming, appealing, natural, lovely, beautiful and so on. The first thought that came to mind when I read the word was the ‘moon’. For me the moon is graceful, there is a serene beauty to it.

“Quiet and serene

Restful to the eye and heart

That defines graceful.”


Flowers are so graceful, Nature at her best.


So many are graceful 🙂 , my mother and daughter.


The Daily Post Photo Challenge : Graceful



The small store (Slice of Life)


The small store; for our grocery, vegetables, fruits. Similar small shops for clothes or for shoes or for books and so many other things. They have  been an integral part of our life for so many years. Ours is a small place and we have been buying whatever we need from the same shops, across the counter. The shopkeeper and the helpers know us and we know them. They have seen us when we were just two of us and when our children were small and then as they grew up. Over the years we have stopped to talk with them while waiting for them to give us what we wanted. We have time to exchange our opinions about so many things- mainly the politicians and the state of the country !

But,changes are taking place, so many new shopping complexes have come up, we tried them once but went back to our good old store. The personal relationship to which we were used to, was missing. Once, I read a story about how with the coming of supermarkets, the small stores have to close down. No doubt, there are many advantages about a super market, we get everything we want under one roof. But still I wouldn’t want these small stores to close down, something would be lost.

The small store (Slice of Life)

The Daily Post Discover challenge : Transcript

For this week’s challenge, we ask that you, too, take something ephemeral and non-digital and bring it to your blog for all of us to enjoy and reflect on. Of course, not all of us have access to a collection of century-old journals. So let’s define “transcribing” as broadly as possible: you could share an old photo from your childhood album, or snap a photo of a handwritten note from your best friend when you were 11. Record yourself singing a tune that hasn’t made it to iTunes, draw a sketch of your favorite room in your grandparents’ house, or simply write down a memorable conversation that would otherwise be lost to time.


Letter writing has become a thing of the past. Long back I used to write letters and make greeting cards for the occasion and post them to my friends and relatives. But now it is WhatsApp or emails or the mobile. Times change and we have to change with the times. But, I write one letter every year and, that is to  my Professor from my college days. More than fifteen years ago I went back to my college from where I had graduated in 1982. My favourite Sir was still teaching then. I was happy when he recognized me. We, students, remember our teachers but teachers have thousands of students. I was pleased when he remembered  me. The end of every year I write a long letter to him and he replies. And this letter is because he does not have a mobile phone and is not interested in the computer and the internet!

While writing the letter, memories of my paternal grandfather come to mind .He was very dear to us. He used to write to us regularly when he was away from us and we always replied back. Sometimes when we made mistakes in the language or the spellings, he would tell us about it in the next letter ,he had been a teacher all his life. It really helped us. I have still got some of his letters and a Scrap Book and his pen 🙂

My grandfather lived with us and with my father’s elder brother and family. When the Olympics take place I remember him. I was in primary school during the Munich Olympics in 1972. Actually I do not remember anything about those games but what I do remember is the time I spent with my grandfather. We had taken a note book and every day after my returning from school we stuck in it the paper clippings of all the different events taking place at Munich. He used to cut and keep them ready .I still have that note book with me. 🙂

He was a teacher of English and Maths, he had been the HeadMaster of a Government High School in a small town in Karnataka, till his retirement. He then stayed with his two
sons. My grandmother had passed away in 1943. He passed away in 1980 but our memories of him are as fresh as ever.

The Daily Post Discover challenge : Transcript