#SoCS August 3/19

 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “astronomical.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

The first thought that came to mind when I read the word astronomical was all those weddings where people spend astronomical sums in a day what many would not even dream of earning in years. I always wonder why people spend so much money. Of course it is their money 😊 they can do what they want with it. But it does seem such a waste.

Then I thought it would be better to check other meanings of the word. It means anything relating to astronomy and some of the synonyms are celestial, planetary and stellar. These meanings brought to mind Chandrayaan- 2, our lunar mission. It was launched on 22nd July and hopefully will land on Moon on September 7th. But something really funny is people have been getting photos of the moon from Chandrayaan in WhatsApp forwards even before it has landed on the moon. People have thought that they were real and have forwarded them!! Fake stories abound and how can one understand which are real and that which are not?

The word stellar, a synonym of astronomical, reminded me of the story Nightfall by Isaac Asimov. It is one of my favourite stories. The story is set in a world which has many suns. The people do not know the meaning of darkness. But once in two thousand years the alignment of the suns is such that darkness comes to that world and the people see stars for the first time. The story is all about what happens next. It is a fascinating story.

Chandrayaan – 2 Update – ISRO
https://www.isro.gov.in/update/14-may-2019/chandrayaan-2-update

Nightfall (Asimov novelette and novel) – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nightfall_(Asimov_short_story)

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Everyday Moments (#SOL- 2019)

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I first came across the Slice of life some time in 2017 and it has become a very nice part of my life. I like reading the slices by bloggers from different parts of the world. Our everyday moments everywhere are not very different. These moments make our life what it is. I started writing to my Doddamma, my father’s elder brother’s wife in October 2017. She is 88 and is not able to hear properly if I telephone to talk to her. So I write to her. Both of us enjoy the letters. I post my letter to her to her every week. I edit the letters and post them as Slice of Life every Tuesday.

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I am writing this and at the same time listening to a talk on Ramayana by the great scholar Bannanje Govindacharya. At the same time I remember with a smile my Doddamma once telling me that we should do one work at a time. But I have not followed that advice. I listen to these lectures even while cooking 😊.

For three days we have been getting rains mainly at night. The days are quite hot. There have been so many changes in life in the recent months. In a way they teach us not to take anything for granted. From 24th to 28th it was pouring as if the skies had opened up. It was raining morning and night. Ours is a hilly place so there is no water logging. In Mumbai, Assam and other places rains are making life miserable for people there.

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On the 28th morning my brother-in-law called to say that my father-in-law was not feeling good. My husband left for his village soon. His father is better and he is on his way back. Two evenings we went to EndPoint for our evening walk. It is always a pleasure.

My sewing machine was having some problem. My cousin’s wife told me about Srikanth who repairs sewing machines. He is very good at his work. He works elsewhere and does these jobs for extra income. He came today afternoon and rectified the problem. I finished the frock for our granddaughter.

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Today morning I went to Asare to attend a programme conducted by Disability NGO’s Alliance (DNA). DNA creates a platform for NGO’s working with people with a disability and tries to bring different NGOs under one umbrella. The speaker told us about The Rights of Persons with Disabilities Bill 2016. The types disabilities have been increased from seven to twenty one. An interesting morning.

I have written earlier that our son has Retinitis Pigmentosa. I love books and from the day he could understand I had been reading books to him till he got the talking software JAWS for his laptop. Last month he had been to Bangalore. He purchased some books there. One was The Novel by James Michener. On Sunday evening we finished reading book. Some books come into our lives and remain there for a long time. It is a pleasure to read them again and again over the years. This is such a book.

It is now 8 o’clock. My husband returned at 5.30. Today we cut the last of the jackfruits of this year. One was ripe and the other raw. I ground the raw arils with rice and made batter to make dosa tomorrow morning. God knows what will happen in the coming year.

I have lost my dewdrop”, cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars. – Tagore

NGO Disability Rights Alliance – timesofindia.indiatimes.com
https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/topic/NGO-Disability-Rights-Alliance

21 DISABILITIES – inforthecause.org
https://inforthecause.org/21-disabilities

Ramayana – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramayana

JAWS® – Freedom Scientific
http://www.freedomscientific.com/Products/software/JAWS

#SoCS July 27/19

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

I am sitting in our verandah writing this. In the distance I see dark clouds approaching. All my recent posts have been about our rains. We did not have any rains in June when we should have been getting rains. Our monsoon season started a month late on July 9th. Since then we have been getting good rains with occasional breaks in between. Some days it just pours as if the heavens have opened up, other days it drizzles the whole day. Earlier, people used to get quite fed up with the rains and would wait for a break. But now no one will say enough of rain. We were all worried and scared.

Before the rains came we had a very hot summer and the humidity was high too. And behind our house a slope was being levelled for some construction. This is happening everywhere, valleys getting filled and mountains being levelled. I wonder what will happen in the future. So, mud was being transported from morning to evening for two months. It was dry then and there was dust everywhere. All the plants, everywhere looked a dirty brown. It looked as if they could not breathe. We used to water the plants but it had no effect, they continued to look dirty. Then, we had water problems, we had to be very careful. We used to get corporation water once a week and on that day we watered the plants as generously as possibly.

But, the rains made all the difference. The occasional rains in June changed the colour of the plants. All the dirt was washed away and the leaves looked so clean. They looked as if they were smiling, a great burden had been washed away. Now, with good rains all the trees and plants are being washed every day. Their being dirty is a distant memory now. They look clean and green at all moments.

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The Waiting Room (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Nisha stood near the door and gazed at the waiting room. Its clinical appearance fascinated and repelled her. It looked as bleak as she felt. She was angry and frustrated at her helplessness. One mistake, and it had changed her whole world. But, that night she had not thought of it as a mistake. She had known that she was taking a risk but had enjoyed the experience. When she learnt that she was pregnant she did not know whom to turn to. Her partner had moved on. He had never really been a part of her life. She was responsible for her decision and did not want a scapegoat.

Her friend told her about this clinic. She took a decision. She was very sure that she did not want this responsibility which would just be a burden. Still looking at the waiting room she wondered why it was not a more friendly place. There was no warmth there. Maybe people who came there did not want warmth. The clinical look seemed to say what they were doing was just a clinical procedure and nothing else. Yes, it was only that, no emotions attached.

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( Photo credit : Arun Sharma on Unsplash )

Sunday Photo fiction 

Everyday Moments (# SOL- 2019)

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I first came across the Slice of life some time in 2017 and it has become a very nice part of my life. I like reading the slices by bloggers from different parts of the world. Our everyday moments everywhere are not very different. These moments make our life what it is. I started writing to my Doddamma, my father’s elder brother’s wife in October 2017. She is 88 and is not able to hear properly. I post my letter to her to her every week. I edit the letters and post them as Slice of Life every Tuesday.

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It has been raining since 18th night. The weather forecast was proved right. On the 21st afternoon there was break but it started raining that night again. We are all welcoming it because everyone was scared when there were no rains in June and water scarcity too. It is 3.15 as I am writing this and it is pouring and dark.

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Life in Asare, home for the mentally challenged, is going on as usual. A small boy with autism had come there for three weeks. His family had come to their hometown for a vacation. He was not able to speak but could understand everything that was told to him. They have gone back to America. They live there.

On the 17th evening we went to the temple of Goddess Mahishamardini near our home. We love to attend the evening puja there. It is a small temple, serene and peaceful. I finished stitching a kurta for our grandson and I am stitching a frock for our grand daughter 😊 I enjoy stitching.

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Last week we went to EndPoint for our evening walk. We wanted to see the water in the new pond made there. It is full. My mother sat on the one of the seats by the side of the football ground. I walked on till the end. She met a lady from Mumbai and they were talking as we came back. That lady was from Mumbai visiting her children. She was missing the big city which was her home. Ours is a small place. And my mother when she had gone there to be with Doddamma had wondered how people lived in a city 😊.

I learnt something new last week. I did not know how to take a screen shot and learnt about the snipping tool and was feeling very excited. There is so much that we do not know and it so nice when we learn something about which we have no idea.

On the 21st we went to Maikuri, our village to spend the day with my father-in-law. He was in his own world most of the time. I was feeling sad to see how we change as we grow older. He was always such an active person and always very caring about people. He cannot hear and see well. That troubles him and he is withdrawing into himself. I called our daughter through WhatsApp video call. He could not see her but was very happy to hear her voice. She and children are coming August 10th and will be with us till September 1st. In the morning it had been raining all the way but in the evening it was dry. We returned home by 6.30. While we were drinking coffee my husband’s cousin and family came to see us. We were very happy to see them. They were on their way back to their home. We were happy to give them two jackfruits. There are still six or seven more. We have to pluck them soon otherwise they will spoil.

My mother is busy stitching two small bags for her great grandchildren. She enjoys it. She used to stitch clothes for us and for herself.

I finished a fascinating book, The Lost River- On the trail of the Saraswati by Michel Danino and I am listening to talks on Garuda Purana by the noted Sanskrit scholar, Bannanje Govindacarya on Youtube.
It is almost 4 o’clock and it is good to see that it is still raining. Though it is causing problems for so many. Nature has her own rules.

“The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.”
– Helen Garner (Australian novelist)

Kadiyali Mahishamardini Temple – Udupi Information on Temple, …

Kadiyali Mahishamardini Temple

Manipal: Manipal academy creates ‘Mini-Palla’ to harvest rainwater …
https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/mangaluru/manipal-manipal-academy-creates…

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