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Adding warmth, colour and beauty

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Red, blue, green…….
Colours of life, colours bright
Spicing up life, lighting up eyes
Bringing a smile , adding warmth and love
Reflections we see in the Indian art.

Well for me the home is where the heart lies. It is a place which exudes love, warmth, peace and security. It is my own special space, a space where I have the liberty of giving shape to my dreams and my imagination, experimenting with the décor , adding a touch of me. Being one who loves all that is Indian, I am a great fan of Indian art and just love picking up things crafted by my fellow craftsmen. Ethnic is my style. But there is one piece of artifact that lands on my shelf each time I visit an Indian Handicrafts Expo. Can you guess what it is? Let’s see-

Patron of arts
Patron of sciences,
Patron of letters
Patron of learning
Lord of intellect
Lord of wisdom
Remover of obstacles is ‘He.’

My, my! It’s so simple. I am sure you would have guessed who I am alluding to. Yes it is the one and only God of beginnings Lord Ganesha. Well like I mentioned earlier, I am a great fan of Lord Ganesha and a great collector of his idols. A firm believer of the Lord I look upon him as one who brings peace, harmony and tranquility the three essentials for making a house a home. Lord Ganesha in various sizes, shapes and postures adorns each nook and corner of my living room. I can never have enough of him. So when I happened to browse this online store Make My Home which as the tagline suggests is “One stop shop for complete household products” to buy some artifacts to gift a friend, I happened to chance upon this one-

Aapno Rajasthan Ganapati Kalash And Diya Wood And Clay Wall Decor

The sheer beauty, colours, craftsmanship and uniqueness of this Ganapati kalash wall décor mesmerized me and before long I found myself adding this to my cart. Made of wood and clay this hand painted décor with the auspicious Ganesh mantra engraved at the bottom, will adorn the main door of my home blessing not only us but also all those who set their eyes upon him. And if I am to believe the product details, the art is intricate Mehendi like work. Here the clay is applied delicately on wood just like Mehendi is applied to the hands with love, concentration and dedication. Now isn’t that ‘Wow!’

The iridescent blue coloured plumage of the Indian male peacock has always fascinated me. I still recall those days when I was a child. I always had a peacock feather tucked away in my English textbook. It so happened that one day I lost it. I was crestfallen. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My eyes refused to dry up. It was only after a friend gifted me with another peacock feather that I stopped crying. So it was only natural that I fall for this piece when I browsed the site.

Aapno Rajasthan Peacock Wall Mount With Hand Painted Work

This wall mount décor with antique finish crafted in wood and hand painted with enamel colours will not only add royal beauty to my living room but will also hold a thing I hold very dear to my heart, my father’s photo frame. I just can’t wait to see my father smiling down at us from above this majestic work of skill and craftsmanship.

Have you heard of the Warlis? Well now this one got me intrigued and I searched the net to know more about the Warlis and Warli Painting and I knew I must have this one. After all this one gave me an insight into a tribe I was unaware of till now. But hold on, it is not only this that made me pick up this exquisite mirror with Warli painting. The simplicity, the intricate work and the miniature paintings combined with the utility factor also helped me in my decision. This one is sure to capture the eye of my guests. But what worries me is, will I have to nudge people to move away from it. Vanity my friend, makes some people gloss over their beauty at the very sight of a mirror. But isn’t that also fun to watch?

Aapno Rajasthan Warli Painting On Large Mirror

There are some others too that tempted me to add them to my cart. But then the purse prevailed over the heart. I settled for the Aapno Rajasthan Ganapati Kalash And Diya Wall Decor, Apno Rajasthan Warli Painting On Large Mirror and Aapno Rajasthan Peacock Wall Mount With Hand Painted Work for my home and decided upon a Chitrahandicrafts Mobile Stand and a Malhar Decor T Horse for my friend. I then bid goodbye to Make My Home promising to return to it another time.

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The treasure of life

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Memories are treasures that we take out from the deep recesses of our mind once in a while, wipe, polish and then put back to take out some other time. Memories can be happy ones, sad ones, emotional, fleeting… However I personally prefer taking out the happy ones, the ones I can share and enjoy, ones that bring a smile to my lips and not a cry. Celebrating ‘The festival of words’ on Write Tribe’ here is mine inspired by the theme -‘Memories’

Image courtesy of adamr at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of adamr at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The mirror looked at me and said
My! You have left your youth behind
You are not what you used to be
Bubbly as a child could be.

I looked at the mirror and said to it
I have left my youth sure behind
Not at heart or in mind
Just in looks that’s there for you to see

I am till day, young at heart and in mind
Living life as I enjoy
Worries and tensions are things of past
Today I am a carefree bird

The mirror asked me how it could be
Age was catching up on me
At fifty, how could I be young
It was time I came to terms with reality

I laughed at the mirror a carefree laugh
And told it I was still young at heart
The looks it saw was but a façade
The real I was in my mind and heart

I still have a treasure within
Something that keeps me young and fit
A treasure I guard with all my might
Something I take out once in a while

The treasure of memories of days gone by
I take out off and on at will
Polish and show and share with my kin
Laugh at things I did as a child

The treasure reminds me of wonderful days
Days I spent with my Dad great
It keeps memories of him alive
The love and care of a wonderful being

The treasure reminds me of the things I owe
To a woman small in height yet big at heart
A woman I can always turn to
A woman I do call my own- my mom

The treasure reminds me of my days as child
Days I spent with my sis bright
The fights, the pranks all are there for me to see
Remind me I was lucky to be me

The treasure reminds me of all those wonderful beings
Who entered my life as friends, philosophers, guides and colleagues
People who taught me life’s lessons each
Things that helped me make me, me

The treasure reminds me of a hand above
Reminds me that it was it that shaped my destiny
Lead me through thick and thin
And helped me lead a life worthwhile

The treasure reminds me of days I spent
Caring for my child along with my man
Enjoying each bit of parenting
Feeling lucky to have both him and her

The mirror looked at me and said
Sure I am wrong and you right, my friend
You opened my eyes to a world new
A world of memories that make you, you

You are young, I must say
The memories are there to stay
The body I see is just a myth
The soul in you is the real you

You are young and beautiful.

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 at
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Linking to Poets United too.

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Who wins?

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It was hardly over a month since we had moved into this beautiful little cottage a masterpiece built in true Victorian style, when I had this desire of trying my hands at gardening. Not that the place was without any plants and trees. No, it was just a pure desire to try my hands at something new, something exciting. The fresh air, the crystal clear water and the greenery around me were heady

It was months since Dad was unwell. The air pollution of the city had taken a toll on his health. A chronic asthma patient, there were days when he was in extreme pain. All this and the idea to buy a new house propelled me to consider purchasing something in the hills, something in Nature’s lap. That is how we had chanced upon this masterpiece.

Well coming back to where I left off, one fine morning unmindful of the biting cold I moved out to the backyard sickle and shovel in hand. The cold was literally biting off my finger tips, but the resolve to make my very own garden, a garden full of herbs and fruits something I could call my creation, my masterpiece was more overpowering than the cold. I started off humming a tune. My hands worked frantically. Removing the overgrown weeds I cleared a small patch in which I intended to plant some saplings of gooseberries, saplings that I had bought the previous day from the nearby Agri. Depot. I watered the clear patch to soften the mud. The smell of water mingling with mud charged me further and I started to shovel and dig deep into the earth.

Ammu my daughter brought me a glass of tea. Reluctant to stop the task I was involved in, I refused the same only to be scolded by her. Finally, I gulped the tea so fast that I scorched my taste buds. Ammu reprimanded me. The ‘dadi maa’ in her quickly brought some sugar and applied it to my burnt tongue. Thanking her I turned back to my “Mission Garden.” The rising sun, the rising temperature combined with the exertion slowly started telling on me. My hands ached, sweat beads lined my forehead and I knew it was time for a break. “Ha! Just another ten minutes,” I said to myself. “After that I will stop for an hour.” I had hardly worked for five more minutes when the shovel hit on something strong. I dug again and again but the thing would not yield. The sound of metal striking metal sent the blood racing in my veins. “Is it a burial urn,” I thought to myself. Only the other day an old lady passing by had said that there was a time when the adjacent plot was used as a burial ground. “Should I stop?”

The investigator in me suddenly came to the fore. “No, you must find out. Who knows it can be something unique, a piece of antique or an urn full of golden coins and ornaments.”

“But, what if it is something insignificant? Won’t I be wasting precious time and energy?” The simpleton in me asked.

“Even if it is so, you have nothing to lose,” the investigator said.

Finally after thinking over all the pros and cons I decided to investigate. But then I must have my entire family by my side. “Who knows it could turn out to be something scary. I need witnesses, people to support me should I faint.”

The entire family around, I started to dig. My husband joined me in the endeavour. Meanwhile Ammu and my sister’s daughter Meenu placed a bet. While Ammu said it would be a chest of gold or precious stones, Meenu said it would not be anything of significance probably something discarded by the previous owners. The wager was a treat at KFC. “Ha! Here I toil and the treat goes to someone else,” I thought and smiled.

The minutes ticked by. Thirty, twenty nine, twenty eight, twenty seven…………… and suddenly it was there exposed a beautifully carved chest in silver, something the like of which I had never seen before, something enchanting. I could not take my eyes off from it.

“Mom, come on open the chest. Looks like I am set to win,” said Ammu. Slowly with shaking hands I pried open the box only to find it filled with trinkets and toys, things that clearly stated it belonged to a child. I wondered how it had reached here deep in the soil. Suddenly I remembered my childhood days. Days when my sis and myself had this habit of hiding our valuable possession our trinkets and toys in rabbit holes and trunks of trees so that the bully next door would not lay his hands on them. I smiled and said to myself, “Probably there was a bully here around too or else why would anyone bury this beautiful chest and their childhood valuables in the earth.”

“Massi , it looks like someone lost their child and so buried this chest containing painful memories in the earth.” That was Meenu. Yes, it could be true I thought but then shirked it off. I wanted to believe only the best in this beautiful land where I planned to build a garden of my dreams. I wanted to see the earth as a giver of happiness and not as a receiver of sadness.

“No dear it’s a treasure hidden by a clever child to protect it from an invader, a bully,” I said.

But the question that remains unanswered is, “Who wins Ammu or Meenu?”

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Inspired by the theme ‘TREASURE’ at

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It’s beautiful, it’s troubling, it’s addictive, it’s……..

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THEME- ‘GRASS’

Photograph courtesy: Bijesh Nair

Photograph courtesy: Bijesh Nair

Lush carpet of green
Shielding earth from scorching heat
Home to grasshoppers.

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Mowing down the lawn
Green tufts plenty fall apart
Nature’s hair cut short.

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Bunch of devil grass
Sesame, rice and flowers
Rites for departed.

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Grassy green stretches
Home to graminivores
Nature at her best.

Photograph Courtesy : Bijesh Nair

Photograph Courtesy : Bijesh Nair

Gushing down in hast
Caressed by grass on both cheeks
Feeling lighthearted.

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The pitch was perfect
Ah! my day the bowler thought
Over- confidence;

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Playing from the rough
The golfer knew it was tough
Yet, despair he naught.

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Bright kids, alert eyes
Waiting, watching day and night
Grassed on the corrupt.

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Accolades, benefits
The bosses reaped aplenty
Grass root forgotten.

Photograph Courtesy : Bijesh Nair

Photograph Courtesy : Bijesh Nair

He was a Banyan
Standing tall among the grass
Loved and respected.

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Search for inner peace
Made him addicted to grass
Prey to wrong belief.

Inspired by the theme at

Special thanks to Bijesh Nair my nephew, who has permitted me to use his photographs here .

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