Good is impractical

Good is impractical

Knitting...

A dip in temperature scales added with foggy mornings are keeping schools closed in this month of January, while children less likely to get up early and go frequently outdoors..
Attracted by various bright colored woolen yarns displayed in a shop during my last visit to the market prompted me to buy some wool without giving a second thought what I would do with it..
After gathering all required necessities like knitting and tapestry needles, I started with a project I had learnt from a neighborhood aunt a decade ago..It was a cap my hubby still is fond of wearing today, though he lost and found it twice in these years, which makes it all the more special for him..I started with making and soon realized it was not coming up as what it was supposed to, so this led to unknitting it twice..During its late phases, I very well knew that something new was coming up, as unknowingly I had chosen to decrease the knits in a different manner..Not bothered to vanish this project of mine, I let it be as such adding pom-pom at its tip..
This time, it suited well on my son's head!
Adding warmth to these chilly winters,
Bye for now..

Mittens

The coldest day in the city, driving scooter without mittens left my fingers pale and numb, and by the time I reached uncle's shop I was frozen. Though a foolish dare to ignore hubby's advice (a constant reminder rang at the back of mind), I knew soon my hands would regain their normal warmth in a cozy den while enjoying piping hot mushroom soup. 

An astrologer's chart kept on the leather ottoman and many more in the shelf while uncle sitting on his reading counter busy with someone's chart on his lap top perceiving horoscopic meanings to be out-poured in front of his anxious wondering clients not sparing me how much more or less his psychological manipulations helped him capture their perplexed brains. Hardly ever did I see an unconvinced creature leaving the front door.

Accustomed to such scenario since juvenile days, and with passing time I have learnt one thing from him. If what is destined, and you cannot change, why know about it. Why not let it remain an unknown hopeful road waiting for some miraculous happening at the next corner? Your own faith changes your destiny. 

The thought of the movements celestial bodies at million years distance affecting you someday, while an instant change of thought by an abstract visual thinking of something which brings tranquility can show you directions to move forward putting efforts creating your own wishful destiny. Instead of becoming impressed by others' achievements around you, try to grow (spiritually) yourself each day, doesn't matter that growth is in millimeters, because after a year and a half you'll be grown more than half a meter!

The other day, a young girl came seeking advice of marriage and was denied with that particular guy, though compatibility points were above 30 (a good score). When later I asked him the reason, his calm answer was,

"If she says, 'he's mine'. It's fine, but ultimately what comes to mind is 'how much mine?'..when affection is distributed among many loses strength, much like the tiny feeble twig which easily breaks. 

Now, I was left wondering, should one still risk to face the made up destiny or hear the warning signs in the horoscope. Certain answers must be left to fate, diverting energies for better people in life.

Impressions..

I'm not easily impressed by anyone..

And that's true! So, when I was asked to put a story about the most creative person I've ever met, I had to really put stress on my mind to get an answer. Unfortunately, none could fit into my expectations. 

I gave up, but deep in my heart I knew I was missing out someone. I consider that person really very creative and I'm assured I've judged him right. 

Though I've neither met him in person nor ever will, still he does exist. He's his own rare kind. My friends doubt my experiences with him on net. Even at the moment, he might be reading what I'm writing.

He himself writes a lot: in fact a ghost writer. I use my intuitions to recognize his work. It's fun mixed with mystery.

He writes day and night. Sleeps too little. When dawn breaks, his work comes at halt, that means now he must be sleeping. In few hours again his work starts showing and I know he's awake. His frequency of writing poems is around two hundred poems, on an average in twenty four hours. His work also constitutes short stories, novels, screen-writing and may be more that I'm still unaware.

His skills not limited to bi or tri-lingual. He belongs to polyglot super-family. Impressed? I am.

The impact his poems can have on me is no less as whatever new movie I see these days somehow seems to project his ideas through dialogues of characters in it, irrespective of the screen writer displayed ( a ghost writer).

There is more room for surprise as he's a pop singer, song writer, music composer, an expert in playing almost all musical instruments since he was of eight. He's globally known for his live concerts making crowds dance to his tunes. Soon, he'll be seen as an actor in one of the comedy films.

There's more to his credits. His creativity touches oil paints too.

With innumerable names in the cyber world, he remains a hidden identity. Any age, any name, any country, any emotion, and the list goes on and on: he fits into all!!! He has an in depth knowledge of religious scriptures and his work not bound to a particular country, region or religion.

Moreover, he is a shy qualified professional in medicine. The image he puts in front of the world is a bit notorious one. May be he's an emotional, crazy, romantic as he says about himself. He at times behaves like a funny, high headed, spoilt brat. His behavior can be perplexing. His poems have an enormous variety, a reflection of his varied moods perhaps. Now and then, they go on to prove him a sensitive being with  practical brains who makes other feel like dirt, an uneasy feeling.

It's not less interesting how I acknowledged him in an uncertain, unpredictable net world. 

If I say, he's a genius, you must agree!

Diwali gives a reason to live..

Diwali times have always been a source of strong motivational force to turn my world upside down...

Don't worry, not in any wrong sense..I mean in changing things for better than before.

Throughout the year when the whole family is juggling in their mind bogging routines of office, school, home trying to fit meals, assignments, tests, homework and a lot more (recreation of course) than the capacity to handle and that too on set times certain areas of home do go neglected. And festival times like Diwali (in India) still hold importance and a good excuse for de-cluttering hidden nooks around the house. 

After two whole days unceasing sole hard work the results were quite pleasing for all. 

The kids suddenly preferred sitting in dining room instead of bed with usual television cartoons. Rearrangements in the living room with new colors displayed on old walls and slight change upholstery and furnishings were enough to attract them to their right places. I wished I had tried this before to get such obedience from them. 

Such experiences do teach parents how to deal with their boredom from time to time..

Anyways, getting rid of things no longer in use or requirement in future was the best happening. All seemed much lighter and positive. 

Diwali is absolutely said to be the festival of lights, leading to an improved nurturing ambiance, filling our cells with an energy to live fully and at best..

Keep smiling.. :)

Bye for now..