A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Marching On

It has been a whole two weeks away – and lookie at that, I know you’re saying, her talking as if she’s some pro blogger who doesn’t miss a day out on her blog 😀  – two hectic weeks that I am glad I did not have a challenge for, with things in a tizzy, all around, home, hearth, family, school, and what have you!

Still each day, when I lurked and checked mail, I’d find a couple of comments on those blogs, of the past month, and reason to believe in the fact that there are no coincidences in life. You meet some people, however virtually, and you know for sure, it isn’t the first time you’re meeting. I’m a firm believer in that.

I’d love for you to meet, here, two of them, one, who set herself a challenge, just as we did, in the Ramblings in Februray Challenge. She has written, in verse, in Limerick, would you believe, as easy as you please, 28 of them on Shail’s blogs, and another 28 here… 🙂 🙂 and the other, the instigator, motivator, encourage’r’, awesome blogger, story writer, poetry composer, photographer, birder, and what not 🙂

So this post here, takes off from where we left off, on 28th February, with huge thanks, indeed a debt of gratitude to Shail, for the prompting and the encouragement and to you, Gulshan,  for the limericks this blog now carries, with your trademark precision, substance and sheer beauty.

Onward ho, to the main part of this post: a tribute of sorts to ’em both, in the style of one of ’em writers: the Limerick 😀

On Gulshan Gev Bamboat, Awesome Limerick’er’

There are lessons to learn
Though maybe no brownie points to earn
If you’ll just read from her
Skim, scan, just surf her on your browser
An awesome poet, gracious, beautiful lady, you’ll discern!

A garden full of beauteous flowers
Leafy green, blossom-bedecked arbours
Graceful, elegant, lovely, simply pretty
Always, but always, at the tips of her fingers, an instant ditty
Awesome, simply extraordinary, her versification powers!

And Shail: Multifaceted multi-tasker 🙂

Our brain, it doth strain, sometimes in pain
To churn out posts, some forced, for what gain?
Shail’s it’s amazing to observe
All praise it doth deserve
For the perennial flow of wonderful notes, again and again!

So here I am, cheerfully
Telling you of Gulshan, happily
Not to forget another soul
Sole reason, is she, Shail, for making that month whole
Shail and Gulshan, you’ve added glitter and glam, to this space, verily 🙂 🙂 ❤ ❤

Thank you, immensely, endlessly, both of you 🙂
Shail has been around blogdom for ever, it would seem, 🙂 and with it, been wielding her camera, taking the most beautiful pictures, interestingly captioning them, and been the motivator to get into birding, for me, as well 🙂
And Gulshan has more than four thousand, one hundred limericks composed, to her credit. I know, we mere mortals, can  but hope to see and read more from them and continue to be inspired!

So, that’s a halt, to this march of words, for now 🙂

15 March, 2015

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The Ogre is Charmed :D

Quite seriously. You see, like the now famous Shrek, she does not even have the excuse of being banished, being green, big, and ‘un’easy on the eye. To make matters worse, she’s in human form. There. And yet, each day, whether or not she wanted it, the ogre in her would somehow make itself known, and the resultant fall-out would always make her wonder at days like she had today, or rather yesterday 🙂

But should she have been so surprised? Her kids, the ones who see her almost daily, are clever, indeed, verrryyyy clever. They’ve learnt to apply what they pick up in class. They collaborate. They research effectively. They are getting better and better at divergent thinking and delighting with their creativity. And they have such great timing 😀

Day: 14 August, 2013
Time, 3.45pm, thereabouts, special class for them, about to begin

The ogre is busy getting the ‘smart class’ video ready for them, having given them a small story to read while she works.
A loud cough is heard, very very loud, and very very painful. She decides to ignore it, knowing them 😆
Suddenly, clapping, and the words of the Sanskrit Birthday song (will edit and add later, as I had not recorded this as it unfolded :D) fill the room, and the shell-shocked ogre, who cannot stop grinning, and blushing at the same time turns to face them. She’s wearing red, and is sure her face is just as red. (Have to ask the kids about it 😛 )

This had to be a first. For her, at least 🙂
A young lad, A., comes up and hands her a card, hand-made, with a verse he had written, and a gift wrapped book. She is persuaded to read, and to open her ‘gift’. Richard Bach’s ‘Bridge Across Forever’. Woah. Woah. She’s super-overwhelmed and speechless. She is. (You see that was what was meant earlier, their researching skills, and collaboration :D)

The verse, the book, the gift wrapping :)

The verse, the book, the gift wrapping 🙂

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And she is enchanted, charmed no end. She knows that her heart holds much more than the words she has spoken, in deep affection, for them. For she’s shared, here, more on them. They are a Class Apart, truly. And one whose affection is seen in this Rich Harvest. She’s been three times lucky to have them, and while this may be the last year they are together, with her, she knows they will be added to the ever growing list of really special people who have touched her heart.

She wants them to know this. She wants everyone to know 🙂

Heck. Enough of sounding like an imbecile, talking in the third person. I think I ought to do the actual thank-yous myself.

Thank you, endlessly and infinitely, you marvellous  XD kids. You’re awesome. Truly. I mean, I give you all something close to verbal overdoses quite regularly, and yet you do this. Sincere thanks from the bottom of my heart 🙂 (Interesting trivia: a couple of years ago, another XD class gave me the most wonderful ‘farewell’, the picture of which I’ve shared on one of the albums on FB 🙂 ) Yeah. (and my own two kids would underscore this – XD is awesome :D)

And, to top it all, my phone rings, while I am out with Kiran, and N., and the voice asks me to come out, for he has a surprise for me 😀 I have to explain I’m not home. Undettered, Karthik pops up at where we are, with a bagful of goodies: candies and chocolates! And yet another a belated wish 🙂 And a certain young girl,K.,  of the above mentioned class – she was the surprise 🙂 🙂 My day is made. Thank you, both!

15 August, 2013

I want to wish you all for the Independence Day, but coming away from the tragic news of the INS Sindhurakshak, and her missing crew of 18 (as of writing this), I find a heaviness inside that prevents me from rejoicing for the nation. My heart goes out to the family and friends of the crew as they pass through this difficult time.

And while I’m at it, all of you kids, and others who are here, please do take a look at this link that warns us about our use of smartphones. You might want to change certain settings, if this gets you worried.

http://kyeos.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/warning-if-you-take-photos-with-your-cell-phone/


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Homeward Bound

Chugging past a distant memory
Of childhood fun and frolic
Playing in puddles, formed of mischief
Hiding under big banana leaves
From prying eyes of grown-ups!

An aeon hence I find that metaphor again
In the splatter of rain on my window
The blurred vision the yellow sign
Beckoning as it used to
Unhesitant in the welcome, in the warmth
That comforts this aching heart.

They said, you can never go home again.
But each raindrop I’ve met, since I left
Had a different story to tell – no, stories…
Of that time, when rain was life,
Before Life came along, and rained responsibilities.

All it takes is this rain splattered window
And that blurred yellow sign
My heart, it sings,
Revels in rain – and I know
I’m home again!

Inspired, entirely by a poem of a picture (as Govind has put it 🙂 ) by Shail Mohan in the way she bent rules while receiving the Inspiring blogger award from  Sumana  (oops sorry Shail and Suranga and Sumana! ) 🙂

19 September, 2012
Online 🙂
(Picture courtesy, Shail Mohan )

Psst… another of Shail’s wonderful photographs found a Haiku here… 🙂 Or rather the Haiku came out of the photograph there… 🙂