A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Run

I run.
I’ve always run.

Why, you might wonder.
Then again, you might not.
If you knew me.

I’ve run, before I took a baby step.
You see, I needed to get ahead –

Of what?

Well, for one-
The dogs, of war-
Nipping at my heels
Aiming for my throat.

For food too.
You don’t run for it
You don’t eat-
You might not eat anyway;
For what you gather, claim…
You give your
Starving brothers and sisters.

But my legs, they grew
Longer
Stronger
Carried me further.

Than I had ever been before.

I began to run
Then
Because I could.
Because my legs
Became my voice.
Their voice too-
My peoples’.

I run, even now
Maybe slower, for age
Relentless age, has caught up.

But I run, all the same-

To showcase-
That step in the right direction.
That an urge, for justice.
That a need, for a soul
Crying out for redemption
May find an echo
In the billion, billion
Hearts..

Who watch me
Who breathe with me
For me…
Who cheer me on!

With love.

A love that unites us
A love that far surpasses
All the hate the rest can muster…

A love for life
For the spirit within
That will run
No matter what!

On the energy
of that love…

Of Sport!

6 August, 2016

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Kipchoge Keino, 1st Olympic Laurel Award

 

 

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Vanderlei De Lima, marathon runner

 

 

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The Sun Sculpture by Antony Howe, Kinetic Wind Sculptor

 

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Watching the live telecast of the Opening Ceremony of the Rio Olympics 2016 was a goosebumps affair. Listening to Kipchoge Keino, dual Olympic Gold Medal winner in 1968 and 1972, for the 1500m and the 3000m steeplechase; watching that video where he spoke of how, at 8 years he would run all the way to his school, of how education is the one weapon that cannot cause destruction, only create peace; of how we come into the world with nothing and leave, with nothing, so we must live with peace, love and unity; who now, at 76, lives with the sole purpose of leaving the world a better place, where he is at – providing basic amenities like food, shelter and education, for, as he says,

Education supports and empowers our youth to mould them to bring positive change and humanity, so we much motivate them!

He provides that shelter, runs a private school, giving high school education, and has a training centre for the young people of his country, to develop and empower themselves. He hopes that through sports, peace will be brought about!

Watching him speak, with the fire of his measured gentlessness was a moment out of time!

May this spirit of sportsmanship guide and lead the rest of us, as we muddle though life!

The environment-friendly message of the small Olympic flame; the kinetic sculpture by Antony Howe in the background; the suspense that built up, wondering who would light the Olympic flame – and then came Vanderlei De Lima, the marathon runner, slowly ascending the steps to do the honours!

 


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Soar

As that dream you’ve always had!
Amazing us all, 
Articulating your deepest desires…:)

Secured to the bonds that 
Scaffold, in certain faith
Serene knowing we’re your safety net!

High, as high as you want
Happy, hearty, in all good humour
Here… we’ll always be, for you, Just For You!

With confidence, knowing all the time, you’re a
Winner in life, 
Working to make what you love to do!

Into a love that holds you spellbound
Inspiring always, with your 
Innate goodness, and goofiness😛

Navigating the skies of opportunities
Negotiating each twist, turn and tack
Nattily, neatly, and with elan, as you always do!!!

Dearest Ashwin

The above is an acrostic in tercets, just to show you how your still-nerdy-hatke mom will never learn the basics of simple things, like simply saying, Dearest Ashwin, Happy wala birthday, Kunjunni❤ but she will the go whole hog and cook up a potpourri of crazy, wacky ideas, that actually come together in an insane but joyful way. Sounds just like your mad mom, no?

Well, this isn’t about her, but you, this day, when you are at this place in life when you’ve cleared the runway for the flight… on a different course in life! The nestling you had been is a sure and certain ace pilot of life, learning each day new skills and newer ways to make life as good as it gets! One thing I know you shall keep doing is this… learn, learn and learn some more:) It’s in your DNA – no escape – not that you want to either😛

So, my darling Lion, here goes… (yes, yes, yes, it has started… but there is something so compulsive about a cliché, that I keep going back to😛 )

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A prayer, a wish, a song in my heart for you-
To soar, as that joyful bird
To sing, in wild abandon of love
To laugh at life in silliness and gaiety
To stop a while, smell the grass,
To be thankful for all you have
To be inspired by who you are
To always be able to converse with your loved ones
To run, or sit, or lie down

in the sure and certain knowledge that we’ve got you, we’ve got your back, and are always, always there for you!

Soar, my dear one. Roar, with joy too! Have the best one ever❤❤

Happy birthday, Ash:) My bachcha! This song – it says a lot I’d love to! Well Coldplay is going to do it on my behalf! Imagine aaaa!😛

 

 

Loads and loads of Love, always
Amma❤

P.S. That latest black and white pic. challenge – Navmi says you look “quite a bit” like me😀😀 That makes my day, as it does yours too, I hope!😛

For 3 August, 2016

Psst. Glossary – in case you’re too lazy to google😛

tercet-a set or group of three lines of verse rhyming together or connected by rhyme with an adjacent triplet (mine does not rhyme😛 )

acrostic-An acrostic is a poem (or other form of writing) in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word or a message. (Your name is the acrostic, dear Ashwin, in one short of  the seven colours of a rainbow, supposedly 😛 )

Birthday Blog Tradition posts for Ashwin, over the years from 2009 :

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2015

 

 


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Holding on to Hope

How do you hold on to love?
That ephemeral thing.
Pour it, in every pore?
As ether, inhale it?
Spread it –
Into every cell there be.

How do you hold on?
When mooring ropes
Of bonds you held close
Are slipped off those
Piers of emotion-
The pier dissolves, into
A salty pool.
And you hold on-
To your own heart.
Adrift.
Alone.

How do you stay you?
Who are you?
You ask you.
You find no answer.
You have been consumed
By that ether.

You’re adrift
Your heart – all alone.

But.

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Your mooring rope-
Let loose into the
Salty sea…
That churning stormy sea…
You gather that close
As you bob, uncertainly.

You shall come
To
New and stronger harbours
You tell yourself.

Secretly wishing
All the while
That pier, which dissolved

Had been stronger.

31 July, 2016

Online. One of those Had-To-Write-Writes😀
Picture courtesy Google Images – belongs to the artist who sketched it.


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May the odds ever be in your favour

The catachresis of a statement
Made famous by the Girl
Who did beat the odds
However engineered it was
Designed to obliterate
But then, the odds
Were in her favour.

Over and over again.

As it probably could be
For me?

Should I choose
In the face of
Well-meaning, scaffolded
Relationships.

But will it?
Will I let it?
The odds are strange things.
Always surprising
Obliging even.

So much so, you believe
It could be.

And the soul then hungers.
In the games it plays, to get it.

And so it plays out.

Till you realize.

The odds. Odd.
Could they ever
Be in your favour?

And then you live

That paradox.

Yearning.

8 July, 2016


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Quatrain

They trail, most loving, fragrant feelings
As they walk this journey , arms entwined
From two to three, more of their lovely beings..
They hold each other – they are one-of-a-kind!

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(Net connection is back😀 )

This in the morning, when no connection existed, was this limerick😛

A blog tradition pending,
Due to net connection ending
Has prompted this early byte
For today, till I’m able my blog to sight
So to them, Pratibha and Arjun may I wish, happiness and love, unending!

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And now this, as I ruminate, and squeeze this in, just in time😀

She of sunshine smiles

He – Sun child – ever the same

This Haiku – all theirs!

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And finally, an acrostic:)

Partial to love, pretty much the best!

Awsumm, always there, hands outstretched

Raring to go, never mind where!

(J)ust, jovial, jest-ful, ever, no matter when!

Understated never, uncomplicated, unanimously the friend who’s always there!

(N)atty, naughty, never nasty:)

Four poesies on this string, to tell you of her and him
Her is Pratibha, and He is Arjun
And this be the day, to cherish, to celebrate
Their wedding – a gladder, madder, fun-ner one
I’ve yet to attend😀

May you two always be there for each other, hold each other, through all the walks of life:)
Sometimes A or sometimes P, lead each other on, with all the love you have:)

Thank you, too, endlessly, for the brightest spark in my life – my Nainu❤

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Happieeeee Anniversary! God Bless you all, infinitely!

29 June, 2016

*does a jig* She made it, she tells herself😛

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