#SoCS July 4/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “toss.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

The word ‘toss’ immediately brought to mind one of the most popular movies enjoyed by most Indians. Sholay was released in in 1975. In the initial days it was not appreciated but as the days passed it became so popular and it ran for years in some theatres. Even now, after so many years it is as popular as it was. I remember we saw it in 1976 after our annual exams.  I had completed 9th std and it was showing in a theatre very near our house. It was a 70mm screen. It was an action movie and every character, even the minor ones, are still remembered. I have seen the movie many times over the years but only once in the theatre. Our movies have many songs but in Sholay the dialogues became and still are very popular. In those days we heard them in shops, in market places and even in schools and colleges.

There are two heroes in the movie, one is the strong, silent type and the other a fun loving extrovert. Both are petty thieves. The strong, silent hero always carried a coin in his pocket and whenever they faced a situation when they could not take a decision, he would toss the coin and their decision would be based on head or tails. The tossing of the coin plays a very important part in the movie.

I remember earlier we used to say that we could toss a coin to decide something but now it has been a long time. It is interesting how some words or actions just disappear from daily life and some prompt brings it back to our mind😊.

( Photo from the internet)

#SoCS June 20/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zz.” Find a word with double-z in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!

Our monsoon season started the beginning of this month, a little earlier than anticipated due to a depression in the Bay of Bengal and a cyclone. We have received good rain and it has continue till at least October. Last year the rains started a month late and one year they stopped abruptly end of August. We depend a lot on the south-west monsoon.

Yesterday, we saw the Sun after many days. Today the dark clouds have been playing hide and seek with the Sun 😊. During this season, I do not hang the washed clothes outside. Suddenly it starts raining and instinctively we rush out, to get the clothes before they get wet. I am scared of falling on the wet ground.

My husband loves to dry his clothes when he sees the sun shining, at least for a short time. Both these days I saw him run out many times to rescue his clothes. Suddenly there is a drizzle, it did not rain heavily but it was enough to wet the clothes 😊. Many a time there is a drizzle with the sun shining. Such moments, in our language Kannada, are described as the ‘marriage of monkeys’. I do not know why that is so. We have always used that phrase when we see the Sun and the rain together. I have to find out its origin 😊. The origin of so many phrases that we use in any language is a puzzle. It will be an interesting study.


#SoCS June 13/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nail.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

The word nail immediately brought to mind my cousin. She lived with us for four years while studying in the engineering college here. She would get very tense when the exams drew near and I would see her biting nails. She would keep biting them till there was nothing left to bite 😊 . I don’t know if she has given up that habit, I must ask her.

I am reading this amazing book, The world is my home by James Michener. I have read many of his books and loved them. They have taken me to different places and to different times. In the first chapter he writes about a farmer living at the end of the lane where Michener lived. On an early spring day the farmer hammered eight long and rusty nails into the trunk of an aging apple tree. The tree was not bearing any fruit. But after the nails were hammered in, the tree was goaded back to life. That autumn it produced a bumper crop of wonderful apples. The farmer said the nails reminded the tree that its job was to produce apples. Michener writes that at the age of eighty there were some rusty nails hammered into his trunk, heart surgery and so on. He remembered the incident of the farmer and the apple tree which had taken place eighty years earlier. So, at the age of eighty five, he started writing this book. Actually, I have heard about people doing this in my place too. People also make slight cuts to the bark of the tree if it does not produce fruits for a long time. It is fascinating how some customs or beliefs are the same in different parts of the world.

And what a book this is !! The author has taken me all around the world and I am learning so much. I am just half way through the book. And the thought came to mind what I had read some time ago, ‘if you think you are too old to do something, do it anyway.’ 😊


#SoCS May 30/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spay/splay/spray.” Use one, use two, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!

A few days ago, my neighbour showed me her rose bushes, insects were eating the buds. She said they would have to spray some insecticide on them to keep the plants from dying. There are a variety of roses which we call country roses, they are very resilient and do not need to be sprayed with insecticides.

This reminds of our visit to my father’s maternal uncle’s home last year. They live in a hill station about six hours from our place. His son-in-law is an avid gardener. He grows a variety of vegetables. The pleasant weather helps. He does not use any pesticide but he says when he sees some pests bringing all his hard work to nothing, he feels like spraying some pesticide on them, but he does not. He said it is not surprising farmers spray pesticides on their fields, their survival depends on the survival of the plants.

I don’t think any of us will forget 2020. What a year it has been! Someone said regarding the virus BC and AC. I wondered what that was and she said Before Corona and After Corona ! And as if the virus was not enough we are reading about swarms of locusts flying across the northern parts of our country destroying all vegetation on the way. They have reached the south too. They have been sprayed on by pesticides and people are keeping vigil to deal with them. But they are following the wind favouring their flight.

Oh God ! What a year this has been. Wonder what will happen in the near future? Only time will tell. When I think about time, these words by Claudio Magris in Danube come to mind,

‘Events which occurred many years ago or decades ago we feel to be contemporary, while facts and feelings a month old seem infinitely distant and erased forever.’


#SoCS May 23/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ch.” Find a word that starts with “ch” and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word. Enjoy!

Chirping to their heart’s content, the little sunbirds flew from flower to flower. It was a pleasure to look at them. If the flower was facing downward they would cling to the stem and face downward putting in their beaks into the flower for a second and pull out again. The next second they move on to another flower. I think the two sunbirds are couple. One is lighter in colour and the other has rich black colour and peacock blue on the neck. They look so innocent as they fly among the bright flowers.

As I look at them and at their innocence the thought about child abuse comes to mind. A few days ago, I read about Phillipines being the hotspot of child abuse. It is happening everywhere. All those children locked in with their abusers! Just thinking about their lives makes me question the wisdom of God. People talk about innocent childhood. But is there any childhood for those children?  I cannot even imagine about those people who get pleasure in robbing the innocence of children.

(photos from the internet)

Life reflections

#SoCS May 16/2020


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “want.” Make the word “want” the first, second, or third word of your post. Have fun!

‘I want memo ikeem’ were the first words uttered by our grandson as he came inside our home. He was just two then. Earlier I had told my daughter that I had prepared mango ice cream for him. At that time, they were living in Bangalore and had come during the mango season. I remember he had loved the mango ice cream.

These thoughts came to mind when our neighbour gave us some mangoes from their tree. They are not yet ripe. Earlier in the evening my son and I had gone for a walk. We have started going for walks, wearing masks. In the vegetable shop we saw different varieties of mangoes. We remembered our grandson asking for mango ice cream 😊. On our way we had seen dark clouds, we have been getting many pre-monsoon rains in April and in this month. We thought it would not rain, actually we did not want it to rain because we did not have an umbrella. But it did rain, with thunder, lightning and wind !! Fortunately, we were able to take shelter. After twenty minutes we literally ran to the vegetable shop. After purchasing vegetables and fruits we took an auto rickshaw back home.

And, lastly I do want the coronavirus to go away. Life has changed so much, along with the minus points there have been positive changes too. Hopefully, human beings will have to learn not to take their planet for granted. Anyway, what we want and do not want does not really count, Nature will have her way and we have to learn to adjust accordingly.


Life reflections

#SoCS May 9/2020


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cave.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy!

 The word ‘cave’ reminds me of our trip to Badami cave temples many years ago. We had gone to the Hospet to be with my father’s elder sister’s family. Hospet too is an ancient city. It is famous for Hampi, the capital of the Vijayanagar rulers and the Tungabhadra dam. Badami is not very far from Hospet. The cave temples in Badami date back to the 6th century. The caves are on top of a hill and we have to climb up. How did people in those days make these temples? There is a board game which was played in most homes, we called it ‘chenne mane aata’. There was a board with shallow cups and red coloured seeds called chenne were used. I remembered this board game because I fascinated to see the cups of the board game on the floor at one side of the entrance to the cave. It took me back to those days when people must have come there to enjoy a game of ‘chenne mane aata’. I don’t know if such games are played these days. Board games are played, our grandson enjoys to play them with his parents.

Cave also brought to mind the caves of Moria. Lord of the rings is one of may favourite books. I have read it so many times but it has never bored me. The flight through the caves of Moria never fails to frighten and thrill in spite of knowing what will happen to Gandalf. So many books are like that. They remain a part of our lives for a long, long time.

The rules are being explained in Kannada.


( photo from the internet)


Life reflections

#SoCS May 2/2020


 Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “directions.” Find a household cleaner/bottle of shampoo/something in the freezer/anything you can find with instructions on it, then copy down a single direction (just one) on how to use/cook/etc. your chosen thing, and make it the first line or word of your post. Then keep writing whatever comes out. Have fun!

‘Step 1- Dry roast…’ were the words on the side of the vermicelli packet. I was to roast the semolina vermicelli to make upma. I have not made upma from vermicelli for a long time, I usually make from wheat cuts. It is a tasty dish for breakfast. I remember those days when upma and beaten rice upkari were the staple dishes for morning breakfast at a marriage or any other social or religious function. But slowly, over the years the trend changed. People started getting idlis and sambhar made for breakfast. They are still prepared as they can be prepared in bulk. Many idlis can steamed at a time in a big vessel meant for that.

But as years passed people started getting different types of dosas , parathas and other dishes prepared for breakfast. Maybe each family wanted to show that they were getting something special prepared. And I suppose competition also played a major role 😊. At one time people started getting very nostalgic about upma and beaten rice upkari. They are simple and tasty dishes.

Dry roast also reminds me of the rasam masala powder that make regularly. This recipe was given by my doddamma to my mother and she gave it to me.

(Any measuring cup that you use)

Coriander seeds – 1 ½ measure

Cumin seeds -1 measure

Fenugreek seeds  ¼  measure

Red chillies – 1 ½ measure

Black pepper – less than ¼ measure

Asafoetida – a little,  Turmeric powder

Raw rice – less than ¼ measure

Roast separately and powder.

“A recipe has no soul, You as the cook must bring soul to the recipe”

 – Thomas Keller.

Life reflections

#SoCS April 25/2020


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “val.” Find a word that starts with “val” or if you’re not doing the A to Z Challenge, find a word that just has “val” in it, and use that word any way you’d like. Enjoy!

When I read this prompt the  words that came to mind were valour and value.

We are living in a different world now. But in many ways what is now happening has always happened before. I am reading Pied Piper by Nevil Shute. Actually, I am listening to in Audibles. The narrator is very good. The story is set during World War 2. The restrictions faced by people then are what we are facing now. The soldiers knew who their enemies were. I feel very sad when I read about all the wars that happened through the ages. People fought and killed each other, so many innocent people killed. Now, we know our enemy but we cannot see it. We don’t really know where it and when it will attack. We have to be careful but for how long can we continue to be careful?

Doctors  and health care workers everywhere are facing every day with valour to save lives. They must be scared and doctors have been infected. The other day we read in the newspapers about a doctor in the neighbouring state. He got infected and passed away. The tragic part was people of the town did not allow him to be buried in that town. They were scared that the virus would spread from his body. His family and colleagues appealed to the people to be reasonable but in vain. They became violent too and the  family had to bury the doctor elsewhere late in the night. The doctor died serving his patients and what value did all his selfless work have when he was not allowed to be buried with dignity? It is really very sad.

Why do people behave the way they do? Don’t they think?  Will their conscience ever prick them?

Life reflections

#SoCS April 18/2020


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

My son loves to listen to music. His favourite is Hindustani classical music. He can identify most of the ragas, he and my husband can spend hours listening to classical music. When our children were small we asked them if they wanted to join music class. They said yes and went to the classes regularly. They were supposed to practice at home But there never seemed to be any time 😊, what with school in the mornings and playing with friends in the evening. We were living in our university campus, their home friends and school friends were the same and that bond has continued over the years in spite of living far away from each other.

I remember I had made a sort of time table and some time was for practising. But slowly over a few months both felt they did not want to continue with the classes. We did not force them. Learning anything should not be a punishment. Years passed, both our children enjoyed listening to music. Many years ago, my son told me that we should have forced him to continue the classes and seen to it that they had practised everyday!!

I had then told him it was never too late to learn anything, he could still join music classes 😊. He never joined any class but loves to listen to music.


( My father-in-law loved listening to Carnatic Classical music)