Here is a round-up of last week, with a very BIG THANK YOU to all participants. You not only kept the weekly challenge going, but enriched my life with your perspectives, and a validation of some views that I hold. It was a journey, not a challenge, and the experience will remain with me. Last … Continue reading Weekly Round up of #Week 10
He who invented the law of gravity had not been blessed with the pull from the top. The apple was imbalanced with the weight of tyrannical branches and unthinking leaves. They swayed in obedience to the branch which in turn followed the wind. The trunk acknowledged the wisdom of the roots, but … Continue reading Anti Gravity
CONVERSATION Hostage 1: There is an opening in the wall. Can we escape? Hostage 2: We need to cross the water stream first. Not sure if the forest outside is friendly. How do we get out of there? Hostage 3: Don’t be silly! See how hazy it looks. There is a translucent glass wall covering … Continue reading Adversity
His work was applauded in the media, and he was nominated for an award. He was expected to shine in the ensuing Awards Night. Nobody knew he had created this set for the film, in the darkest hours of his life. Three Line Tales #Week 92
The doctor had advised him a change of place and weather. His son made the required resort bookings for his parents, and saw them off at the airport. After a few days, the son was surprised, “Dad, back early from the vacation?” “Yes. It was driving me further into depression.” “Why? Was the place not … Continue reading Mindsets
It was not exactly a dislike, but she had never appreciated her husband’s obsession with collecting vases. Feroze would buy fakes, if he couldn’t get hold of original antiques. He loved the touch and feel of objects he could own. She was a poet with surrealistic preferences. He thought she was always lost in her … Continue reading Complements
At the start of the end of the heady hippie days
I briefly dipped my toes in the sinking hippie ways.
I floated in long dresses and I jingled as I walked,
I used the hippie lingo every time I talked.
I tried smoking cannabis, but not for very long;
it took all my sense away and made me feel wrong.
I never fancied LSD – I liked to see the world
in its organic gorgeousness, not twisted and unfurled.
I disagreed with half the things the lippy hippies said;
they thought they were original, but their minds half dead.
They told me I was brainwashed because my ideas
were far too well-considered for their dippy hippie ears.
They said that they were breaking out of mediocrity,
they said their way of life was a better way to be,
they said they wanted peace and an end to all the…
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It is incredibly peaceful, but lonely out here. There was a purpose to my life, and a purpose to my death. But now what? I always knew that I would reach here someday. Yet, something pulls me back to the people I love. I am not sure if I expressed myself fully. Does my wife … Continue reading Yearnings
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REBELS WITHOUT CAUSES
By Neel Anil Panicker
The other day while on my regular walk around the park I happened to bump into a septuagenarian, an ex-Armyman, one who I am privileged to occasionally chat with.
As I sat down beside him in the corner bench after my regular five rounds of brisk walking around the oblong park, the conversation got flowing and then ambled towards the current times that we The retired gent touched his beard and with a far off look in his eyes very soulfully remarked, “I pity you and all others who’ve missed out on the olden golden days of yore. Compared to today’s fractured times, those days were a blessing.”
I nodded my head in acquiescence but much later in the privacy of my room I mulled over what the old man had mentioned.
It dawned…
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He heard confessions from people, and his blood boiled to see the depths human behavior had touched. Neither did he have miraculous healing powers, nor the strength to change the course of events. He could sense his spiritual teachings falling on deaf ears, every day. Sainthood felt like paralytic burden, when he needed to move … Continue reading Sainthood
