Mexican Petunia smiles after months! He was Ma's favourite little plant son, dazzling with violet smiles almost all the time. She really appreciated and mused over this little soldier of smile's spirit in outdoing others of bigger brand-names. Then she left this body to be part of everything to keep her evolution in another dimension. The plant seemed to go into mourning and stopped smiling anymore. It smiles again! Ma is surely smiling and watching with a motherly muse over my follies! Love you Ma!
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About Me
- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
Friday, June 14, 2024
Kiss me quick
The dazzling pink pout of Kiss Me Quick flower. Her slender body creeps across the intimidating underbush to offer a little bouquet of smile. All is well, she whispers! Love and smiles are always eager to sprout through thick stony walls, barricades and difficulties provided we have the pause to acknowledge them.
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
The seat of ego
The huge sense of self-righteousness has its origins in a very little dark space in our egoistic chamber where mammoth ghosts of judgement and opinions burst to their seams. They have been suffocating in a little dark space and that's why they run wild to assert and claim more territory in other's mind once the door gets unlocked.
On a secret mission
We have seen many cows peacefully
chewing the cud right in the middle of roads. They serve a good purpose. The
rampaging motorists have to turn careful and slow down, for their own safety at
least. We think twice before hurting a cow even involuntarily. So cows on the
road is a usual thing. But what about a dog sitting right in the middle of a
highway? Well, it looks a clear attempt at suicide since stray dogs hardly
carry any faith-born protection like the cows. The red brown dog seems relaxed
in the face of death hurtling past at so close quarters.
I also rattle past the stoic dog
in my battered, old little car. I’m on a mission, a secretive mission. The
winter is quite harsh for my middle-aged bones now. With each passing season,
the winters pose a bit bigger threat to my ageing bones. I deliberate over the
issue and decide to buy some brandy to take little teaspoons in warm water at
the end of the day. People have a particularly clean view of my persona, so
even brandy, intended to serve against cold as medicine, is as good as buying a
contraband item.
The main problem is that brandy
is available at liquor shops. You stand out as a hardcore drinker if you find
yourself standing in front of a liquor outlet in broad daylight. I’m at a town
near the village but I imagine the peeping eyes of many fellow villagers even
on strange faces. I have to be quick and hide the secret item quickly in a bag
I’m carrying for the purpose. Nobody would accept that you are buying just brandy
from a liquor shop. Even the shop assistant gave a disappointed look when I
asked for a mere ‘brandy’. As if I had demanded a kitchen knife from a cannon
factory!
I go for a half bottle. He
demands 500 rupees for it. I’m ecstatic as the little squat bottle is safely
hidden in the bag. For another half bottle I decide to visit some other outlet
to get some other brand of the product. But only one brand is available at the
town and finally I buy the same one. Surprisingly it comes at 400 rupees. So
the other guy duped me for 100 rupees. Then I reflect, ‘Maybe I saved 100
rupees instead of losing. Because had I purchased both bottles from the same
outlet that would have meant giving 100 rupees extra.’
The lone ranger
On December 18, 2022, a Sunday, almost
the entire world prayed for Messi to win the world cup. The prayer was heeded
and Argentina won the world cup after 36 years. Huge celebration comes at the
cost of pain in some corner. So sadly France has to sulk. One man stood between
Argentina, or say the entire world, and the coveted trophy—Kylian Mbappe. He is
just twenty three and has shown enough artistry to be the next soccer
superstar.
Argentina had lost their opening
match to Saudi Arabia but finished as the champions in the tournament’s final
game. So a botched up opening doesn’t always mean a painful end. You just have
to stay focused and give as much, in fact even more, as you would have given in
enthusiastic spirits after a good beginning. Sometimes you end up with tears of
joy after starting with tears of agony. These are irresolvable mysteries. And
victory chooses you rather than you grabbing her by the wrist because there are
so many chance factors—the ball hitting the bar, the ball getting deflected off
the mark, the ball suddenly dipping, the ball going straight, somehow. All this
happens mysteriously among a melee of chances. But one has to be there right in
the middle of it to allow some chance fruit to fall in one’s lap.