A Journey To My Garden

I was inspired to write this post after reading Andrea’s thoughts at Harvesting Hecate on celebrating the harvesting season. This is my post in celebration.

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It’s almost October. I sit and try to look at the past. At first, I don’t see anything of relevance, but then I stare harder and see good memories taking shape in the invisible before me.

A year has moved in this house, but I miss the old place. I miss the vicinity which had multiple parks in it. The parks always invited me with their cheerful flowers. I had adored their companionship and their beautiful space.

The new home is good, however, concrete blocks surrounds the place. I like whites but I miss the greens of the nature.

“Charity begins from home,” they say. So I thought, why cry about something that I can’t do anything about; why not focus on something that I can do, instead. And so, a thought of a terrace garden germinated in my mind. But there was only one problem — I’m no gardner, I told myself. Having zero knowledge about gardening, I dropped the idea and didn’t even bring a single plant home.

In March of this year, my mom visited us. She surprised me with a pot of fully grown aloe vera plant. I was both happy and angry. Angry, because she had travelled a long way and all I wanted from her was to travel light. Happy, as my subconscious mind had intelligently played and surprised me with this gift. So, I accepted it with great happiness.

Every action has a reaction. I had completely failed to see the consequence that I had invited by adopting that one plant.

Misery loves company,” they say but I’m sure that my one plant was seeking for more green beings for itself.

It all starts from one tiny step, and so it started from one small plant. I went to the nursery and got some sturdy plants. Since it was March – April and we were proceeding towards hot Indian summers I needed some strong plants for my so-called garden.

I bought a reddish orange hibiscus and some green croton. I was happy. They were growing nicely.

my croton plant

When you have taken one successful step you need to stand firm and not run, but I did just that. My enthusiasm had captivated me and I bought two — one red and one white rose plants. It was a good purchase as they were in full bloom.

Disaster struck! And it didn’t happen gradually. One day I woke up to a horrifying scene. If plants could suffer from yellow fever then they were already in its tight grip. In two days, yellows too, had disappeared and given themselves to a bare brownish bush.

I’m not a gardner, but I wanted to save my new buddies. My desperate attempts made me seek help from the wise master Google. I also visited the temples of Youtube multiple times. I was losing time. Then a decision was made.

With nervous breath and a racing heart, I took a pair of scissors and did some light pruning on my friends. Just like a quack doctor I had complete faith in the survival of my patients but couldn’t guarantee the success of this surgery. Nevertheless, I was proud of myself. I had an exhilarated feeling, as if, I had extended myself to help a human being come back to life. I wanted to share this proud moment with my mom and so I called her. To my horror she revealed that I had committed a crime by pruning the roses in the months of April — the peak summer time. You see, it wasn’t a complete revelation to me because I knew that already, but I just wanted some consolation that I had taken the right step. Anyways, after the call had ended a thought stuck to my mind that whatever I had done was for the good of my plants, and I was surrounded by an illusionary belief that my plants would come back to life.

Days passed. Months passed.

My heart started sinking. “What had I done,” I thought. But the hope was still dwelling in my heart — I had not given up, yet.

Every morning at 6, I got up to water the plants. My eyes longingly scanned them for a different reality in them. Nothing happened.

My hope was now cracked.

And then, a change took place. The branches had taken a pale green colour. YES! Yes! I shouted with joy in my heart. But this time I didn’t want to share the news with anyone.

Some creepy idea crept into my mind and I started talking to them. Holding their feeble branches with my fingertips, I could recreate any scene from any movie where the doctor had advised to talk to a patient in coma for their (quick) recovery. I talked to them. I prayed to God.

Then, it was magic — when I saw, two- three green leaves had opened themselves to this world. My heart was filled with the warmth of an early morning sun and my eyes had become watery.

I Thanked God! A miracle had happened.

This time I was ready to call… my mom. It was joy. It was a victory for me. It was that moment to say… see, I was right and you, wrong, but I saved my breath from all that and when she said, “Hello!”

I said, “Mom my plants are alive. The rose plants have come back to life.”

white button rose

Months have passed since then. I look at my small garden of a countable number of pots. As one plant blooms and fades away another plant pops out its blossoms as if they are passing the baton to each other.

Looking at what I’ve achieved I’ve now become a bit daring. I’ve now started planting some herbs and veggies.

My first chilly plant, though, died suddenly like a plant heart attack of some kind. One day it was glowing green in health and the other day it had turned stiffly brown. Creepy! There was nothing to worry as I had saved some chilles from the plant. I sprinkled all the seeds. And then, it was magic, again. The chilly plant has reincarnated itself from the depth of the soil.

Baby chilly plant, veiled for protection against birds and (specially) pigeons

Now when I look at my garden, I surely feel that I’m no longer a beginner. I’ve connected well with my plants and that is all that matters.

Enjoy some pics on the way out of my garden. Thanks for visiting!

 

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If only I could ask

When I had first listened to the song “What a wonderful world” I fell in love with it. It was not only for the way it was sung by Louis Armstrong but also the words that made me fall for it.

I love our planet…our world. It has many beautiful things to look at. It has people, strange and beautiful places and animals, too.

I wonder, if we could ever see the planets of our solar system — in reality… up close, I mean. I can only imagine what all the planetary sisters would look like in their solar home. All wearing different coloured robes, would spin ecstatically to their own beat round their master of light creating a wonderful symphony in the galaxy. What a spectacle it would be? Some would appear calm and some ferocious. But amongst the others, it would be our beloved planet, that would dance gently with blues and whites wrapped around it elegantly, as if, to please the father of light.

If only I could ask moon for a pendant, then I would also ask earth for a ring. It’s so beautiful that I would keep looking at it admiringly till I can, from any place that I’ll be.

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My gratitude list

I’m grateful for the people who are (or had been) a part of my life in any way and helped me in my life’s learning process.

I’m thankful to my mother.

I’m thankful to my teachers in schools and colleges.

I’m thankful to my first boss.

I’m thankful to my old friends.

I’m thankful to the new friends in real as well as blog/virtual world.

I’m thankful to those friends too, who had crossed my path and have now walked their separate ways. I wish them great happiness and peace in their lives.

I’m thankful to all my family members.

I’m thankful to my blogger friends, followers and readers.

I’m thankful to my community groups.

I’m thankful to my colleagues.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me meditation.

I’m thankful to the teacher who taught me reiki.

I’m thankful to the people who had hurt me in any way. I forgive them, and accept it as a necessary learning curve of my life.

I’m thankful to the guard of my building.

I’m thankful to my domestic help.

I’m thankful to the person from whom I buy my grocery.

I’m thankful to the services of the postman.

I’m thankful to the delivery person who brings things that I order.

I’m thankful to the waiter who serves me at a restaurant.

I’m thankful to the cook who serves me food at a restaurant or my office.

I’m thankful to the farmers who grow food in abundance for me.

I’m thankful to all the positive people in my life.

I’m thankful to the people who speak nicely to me.

I’m thankful to the people who share their abundant knowledge, wisdom and information with me.

I’m thankful to the person who had cut my hair.

I’m thankful to my employer.

I’m thankful to the beautician’s services.

I’ve heard people talk about gratitude journals. I would love to have a separate journal for it, but I haven’t started it yet.  I write down my gratitude list on a notebook in which I write almost everything. I thought it would be a good idea to just write a gratitude list for the people too.

Having a gratitude list for people (who mean a lot to me) has helped me to have a stronger bond with them. Being thankful to the (particular) people who have harmed or hurt me, knowingly or unknowingly, has also made me stronger and better as it has helped me to analyze the situation which had existed at the time and also shift my perspective from me… to the other person.  Sometimes a person has a reason to behave like a clown but sometimes its their nature, and when it’s their nature then you need to let go and forgive yourself for holding onto the bitter experiences inflected upon you by them. I’ve realized forgiving someone this way releases you of the past pain, guilt and anger. It also helps you to move faster towards the road to inner happiness and health.

So, who all would you like to thank today? Do come up with your list, and let me know.

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Waiting or no waiting

Sometimes waiting is hard, boring and long and sometimes it is rather short and enjoyable.

…waiting for the sun

…waiting for the flower

…waiting in anticipation for the play to begin

but some things need no waiting.

Life seems delightful as we enjoy each moment — waiting or not waiting.

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CREATIVE ENERGY

Hi Annika. I really enjoyed the post. 🙂 I’m sure you had a great time over there. The art work is simply breathtaking and filled with creativity.

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Whimsy met fantasy, nature recreated by man stood next to the absurd, the beautiful rested close to the ethereal celebration of family. A journey of discovery ensued as I visited the Gardens and Arboretum of Marks Hall which hosted over 300 sculptures from across the UK. For once such a magnificent exhibition was near to me and with a childish delight of the unknown, I set off to explore…and found the most wonderfully surprising, original, colourful and creative work imaginable. It felt an honour to feast my eyes upon these sculptures and I left a few hours later in awe of the artists and inspired by the collective creative energy.

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The plaque accompanying this magnificent statue was written by the designer, Stephen Charlton and is a testament to his desire to share joy and happiness with the viewer through his work.

‘THE OFFERING
NO WORD SAID,
BUT WITH A SIMPLE,
GESTURE…

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The song still continued

It was a day, that was a night;

when the sky held its breath,

and the sun was arrested,

behind the dark dull grey curtains.

Everything came to a stand still,

but the glory was not all lost.

The sun had not yet died,

there peeked a golden gleam of hope.

In the end, the sun overcame the dark.

In the end, there was triumph.

In the end, everything was back to normal.

In the end, the sun smiled.

In the end, the day went on.

In the end, its song still continued.

For Daily Prompt:  Overcome

Got by the Thrones

I just had a dream yesterday and I think it was the most hilarious dream that I’ve had in a long time. So here it goes….

I’m at a place which looks like a marketplace in Middle East. And then, I see Jon Snow — of course, from the Game of Thrones. He is helping someone… a female escape. I just see the head which is covered and she is mounted on something high. I assume it could be a horse or a dragon or even a camel (as it is Middle East) but just then, I see Jon Snow turning on the ignition of an all terrain vehicle. (WAAHT!) Before I could digest this, I’m caught by the aching look of separation in Jon Snow’s eyes.

No dialogue…only the look exists. (AAAW!)

Just then, Tyrion happens to be there at the market place and he sees them, but they don’t see him. He is also mounted on an all terrain vehicle. He mumbles to himself, “Don’t! Don’t do that. Don’t go!”

Just then, Jon Snow starts the vehicle of the female and I hear the engine.

I see Tyrion with an intense look on his face.

And then, I wake up….

Let me be honest, I had watched Game of Thrones a few days back but I would admit that I’m not the biggest fan of it nor am I obsessed with its characters and yet, I ended up in a dreamy episode of Game of Thrones, under the banner of — My Own Dream Production House.

I woke up thinking that I was actually watching an episode of it.  But then, I let the thought sink in for some seconds (the way you would also do after watching a real episode). I then realized that it was just a dream.  The funny thing is, I actually had a question in my mind — Who was that female…Daenerys or Sansa… weird!  After a quick reality check, I could not stop smiling at the thought of what I had seen.

Have you had such a dream about some serial or a movie which is an extension of the same but are your own fragments? I would love to hear if you’ve ever stayed on the sets of your favourite or not so favourite serial or movie with or without its characters…but only in your dreams, that is.

The Perfect Time

I’ve never met a person who doesn’t wait for a perfect time to show up at their doorsteps. But we all know that doesn’t happen very often. I mean there could be — plenty of time,  good times even bad times, some unlucky moments and some surprisingly lucky times…  but to pick a perfect time amongst all these would be a little too difficult.

There had been instances in my life, where I had been waiting for that perfect time to pop up right in front of me, but it never showed up.

This cycle of waiting and wanting brought a new companion along — watching. So now it was me, waiting and wanting and watching… as others succeed in their plans of life. And then another new element was born — wonder. I kept wondering… did anyone wait for a perfect time like me or was it just me.

A closer look at my own life made me think. Can there be a perfect time ever?

And it was then, that I realized that time is anything but perfect. If you want to be a part of the time, you just have to go with it… without measuring its lengths as good or bad.

It was then that I realized that perfect time doesn’t exist, if you want to do something.

I realized that waiting for the perfect time is like never actually crossing the sea.

I realized that waiting for that perfect moment lead me nowhere, and I kept standing at the same place.

It’s then that I realized, that what had kept me at my doorsteps was not the wait for that perfect time but my own fear and hesitation of giving myself to the process.

It could be true that someone somewhere would have met that perfect time. But I can’t say that for myself, and I can’t keep hoping for it to show up at my doorsteps according to my desires. Perhaps in that case, I might just fly with time into the bounds of imperfection instead of waiting for that perfect time to arrive at my door.

Thanks You all…

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… for helping me to keep going

Today, I would like to “Thanks ” all my friends, followers and all the visitors of my blog. 🙂

I would like to say that I truly appreciate you visiting my blog, reading my posts and commenting on the most heartfelt posts.

I would also like to say that it is all because of the kind, supportive and encouraging words of my dear readers and blogger friends (guys, you know who you all are as your words have helped me to keep going and not stopping even when I wanted to…. so a big thanks to you all guys). It means a lot to me.

I would like to thank my blogger community as they stood by me and not pulling out when I was sailing hard times — that means so much to me — so a Big Thank You for that too.

All those who have followed me in my journey of blogging would know and would have see the blog evolve a lot, so thanks a ton for staying and enjoying with me through the various colours of my blog.

I know, I’ve not been very consistent in the past few months but I’m happy to say that I’m back to my blogging world and I can’t wait to dig my hands deeper into the blogspace and get back to where I belong…friends, reading, commenting, chatting, sharing and contributing.

So, Thank You all of you, once again for your time, patience and great encouragement. 😀

On this note, I would also want to welcome all the new faces and new names that have just joined in. 😀

Kinky Boots

So yesterday I spent my evening watching the movie — Kinky Boots

It was an old movie, produced in the year 2005.

Stars: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Joel Edgerton, Sarah-Jane Potts |

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How did I like the movie?

I liked it. It had a simple story. I wanted to watch something light, watchable that involved no brains while watching. It did entertain me with all that along with a bit of humor, romance, pain, heartache and happiness.

The story…

…is about — Charlie, who owns a shoe factory after the unexpected death of his father.
After his father’s death he understands that the factory wasn’t doing very well, almost standing on the edge of bankruptcy. He struggles to keep the factory running but he fails  as there is no market for the shoes they make. So, he resorts to another solution — he starts firing people. But a question thrown at Charlie makes him think and he is propelled in another direction — reviving his business and finding a product to go with time rather than against it. He does find an unusual solution. And that’s when “Lola” comes into the picture.

In the end — it’s a happy ending. But the happy isn’t all happy as Charlie faces some trouble but in the end appears to be a hero.

I enjoyed the movie along with the fine acting skills of all the actors.

If you have already watched this movie, then please share your thoughts. If you are considering, then I hope you like it. 🙂