A Photo A Week Challenge: At Play

As I have mentioned before, behavioral patterns of my kids are in stark contrast with each others. The older one is still the quieter one, the one that would sit still for longer and play with his toys for hours when he was an infant and a toddler. Which also gave me ample opportunities to take his pictures! My younger one has been a bundle of energy from the very beginning and it has been challenging to photograph her…be still or at play! But my efforts continue! In spite of their differences, however, they are good at playing with each other and that makes for many a wonderful afternoons:) I wish I had some good photos to post but I don’t and at the same time, I did not want to miss out on the challenge this week! So, here I go with this week’s post for Nancy Merrill’s Photography Challenge.

 

 

 

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Monday Motivation

“Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached”: Swami Vivekananda

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Put your heart into whatever it is that you are doing, trying to achieve- even if you don’t succeed, chances are you will come out stronger and a tad bit wiser. The workings of life can be baffling at times but giving up cannot be an option.

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Through the looking glass

It was a tad bit crazy weekend with birthday parties and play dates, meeting a dear friend who is moving away, weekly grocery and other mundane stuff. It was, on the other hand gorgeous, weather wise. While it was good to run around without feeling burdened by the puffer jackets and fuzzy hats it was also another example of the effects of climate change- you don’t just get a 66 degree Fahrenheit in January that followed a biting 12 degree.

Anyways, on our way back from a birthday party, I clicked these from a moving car. They are not of a great quality but as I was scrolling through my phone album to look for at least one good shot, I thought these looked more like paintings than photos and felt like sharing. It was a warm day and the cloud cover added to that feeling of painting probably. I somehow like clicking while being in the passenger seat…scenes that pass by from a moving vehicle have always fascinated me. Right from the days of traveling by train when undulating hills and green fields with little straw and mud huts strewn across would be a staple sight, I have loved looking at the life that passes by. Little children waving at the sight of a train, stopped bicycles and rickshaws at the railroad crossings, little hamlets with their tea stalls and shops, kids flying kites were all familiar sights as I looked out of the window, with the wind in my hair during our annual train rides from Kolkata (Calcutta) to our family home in Jamshedpur (a city about 150miles away). No camera in hand, those scenes are somehow etched in my mind, rumblings of childhood when all innocence was not lost.

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A Photo A Day: December ’19-Jan

In the frenzy of bidding 2019 goodbye and all the hoopla that is usually a part of that, I put a hold on my ‘a photo a day’. And now that all that craziness has subsided and we are again back into the usual humdrum, I wanted to share photos from December through today as part of my a photo a day project!. Many of these photos I have already shared as part of various challenges and some on my other posts, but here they are as a collage.

 

 

 

 

Moments big and small make up for this tapestry that we weave everyday. Etched across the pocketbook of our memories, some are soft, some hurt and some make us roll on the floor with laughter. They help us look back into the vignette of the time gone by and remember a particular afternoon. These were my moments. Hope you are sketching in your pocketbook of memories too.

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January photo a day challenge: Hello January

Are you a “ setting goals” type of a person or more like someone who goes with the flow? Or perhaps you are like me- setting goals and then embracing procrastination😜 Whatever your motto might be, there’s always a way to start afresh! Wishing  you all moments filled with peace, laughter, good books and movies, company of good people, accomplishments and happiness🙂

 

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December photo a day challenge: Goodbye December

Often, many things are not part of our plan. And how we deal with that is what we defines us- the past, present and future of it- the whole of it. As we are set to turn the pages of our calendars, many of us are reflecting on the year that was, many are focusing on new year resolutions. While I am thankful for the opportunities that we have had as a family and the growth, however big or small, that has happened because of that, I am also mindful of the dashed hopes and anxious moments that have occupied a good portion of the year. We have persevered through the good and the bad and the ugly…we all have.

The world is at a turning point, it seems…people with narrow and vested ideologies, insincere interests and divisive thoughts are on the rise and in power all over the world. But if you think about it, revolutions are taking place from within tiny lanes to the big cities…the youth is taking charge and those who had fought valiantly and sacrificed more than we can think of to give us what we enjoy today, are cheering on for them. The promise of a better tomorrow for the future generations is in our hands and we sure have a long way to go but I believe those tiny steps are being already taken. It’s time to take note of what will keep our beautiful earth from perishing because of some selfish people and time to open hearts and minds to those who look different and maybe believe in a different God. Our kids are watching and we owe them a lot better than what we are currently doing.

My hope for my family and for all of us is that may we engage in conversations that are not only tickle our funny bones but also make us think beyond that point in time, may we listen to music that make us groove, read books that stir something deep within us. If, as they say, we are the collective of every experience that we have had, let us dream big and paint bold, love a bit more fiercely, show more compassion and keep on marching to fight the good fight!

I had hoped, just like last year, to capture the sunset of the last day of the year and just like last year could not get one this time too. It rained for the most part today. And when it stopped later in the afternoon, I went to this nearby field that has this barn with this very powerful message…it is one of my favorite places to go to unwind. I have photographed this place before and so, as I was looking for something to share on this forum and a sunset was my choice, plans got changed and I took this photo instead. It speaks, in my mind, volumes about our current topsyturvy state of affairs and guides us with a simple message.

 

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“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘it will be happier”:                                                     Lord Alfred Tennyson.

 

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Of untold tales

Every house has a story or two. And stories often remain untold.

Stories about…

“…empty cane chairs on the balcony of the family house that no longer sees people. The paint on the walls outside have started to chip in places while spider webs are the only artwork inside. The reading glasses of its inhabitants remain on the table, next to the open book that was just being read…or so it would seem. The sarees remain folded neatly in the almirah and the dishes in the kitchen neatly kept away. Legal complications have left this house in limbo, unloved un-lived and un-cared. This house does not care if a year ends or another begins. Time has stood still here from a couple of winters ago when, cocooned in her blanket, the old lady peacefully passed away in her sleep.”

 

“…summers that have always been awful in that part of the country. Sweat trickled down the face in rivulets and the heat almost suffocated you. The glare of the mid morning sun sliced through the bamboo shades and water from the earthen pitchers provided the only respite from the sweltering days. The courtyard in the center of the house cracked from the heat and one would have to sprint across it if the bathroom, at the other end, had to be used. But in another corner the mango, papaya, and guava trees provided a shade that would easily calm down the uneasiness and the sweet smelling bel phool (bel flower: a type of the jasmine flower that is native to tropical Asia) would make one linger around the shade for several minutes. The querulous call of the crows would occasionally break the eerie silence that prevailed on such afternoons, both inside and outside the walls. As ceiling fans whirled overhead and circulated the heady aroma of the paan (betel leaves), people enjoyed their siesta, almost oblivious of the stifling heat. From its bare bones today, it it would be hard to tell that in its prime, it nurtured life with love that was rare. It has stories that if told would surely embrace the listener in a warm and exhilarating hug.”

 

“…a small well that stood at the entrance of the two story house and one would have to maneuver with care when passing it or the chances of getting one’s shoes wet were high in the puddles that were to be found at all times of the day. The long verandah with the wooden chair at one corner had seen many a special moments like people bursting out in cheer (and some in anger) as they watched the soccer World Cup back in 1986 when Argentina won a crucial match by the ‘Hand of God’. It had been witness, not once but a couple of times, to a lone langur that would often seat himself on that chair, and hold up the newspaper that would usually be found on the table right next to it and spend sometime ‘reading’ that. Where the langur came from and where it disappears to, was another story the house could tell. It could also share one of its favorite memories which was that of the owners’ nine grandchildren posing for a photograph on the steps of the attic. That old house with the well has been taken down and a grand flat stands in its place where there is no well to be maneuvered.”

 

Another year ends in a day and with that we add, or at least hope to add, another year to our lives. We live another year to tell stories that have remained untold. We live to cherish the past more and weave memories from the present for the future. Let’s make sure we keep telling stories that matter, that make people heard and that remember those who no longer are there to share their stories.

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