As I said in my earlier post of the Day, Travel is most definitely on my mind 🙂 And coming across this old lighthouse picture seemed fated! I love Lighthouses – the fact of them, the reason they exist, their inherent mystery and romanticism – standing as they do alone, where two worlds meet – land and ocean! What’s not to love?!
In Goa, on Aguada Hill, a 20 minute drive from my house, stand two lighthouses within the precincts of the Fort built by the Portuguese in 1612. The old one, the one in my picture, is a wonderful structure with loads of personality – A Grand Old Dame of four-storeys built way back in 1864 and the oldest of its kind in Asia, and one I love to visit 🙂 She’s retired now, has been for a long while, a newer younger version exists to do the job; but her cracked, mossy walls, the shattered glass of her windows and her rusty weather-vane crown stand testament to a Life spent in unstinting, selfless service. Think of all the things she must have witnessed, all the yarns she could spin if only she could talk!
For now however she stands in somber silence, watching the world go by. I often wonder what she’s thinking!
Unlike yesterday’s I clearly remember taking this picture! Again not a very good one – grainy from being taken in the late evening in fading light, and so had to be edited, but I digress.
This chap was sitting on the lily pad, oozing some sort of silvery, sticky fluid (which may mean he is actually a she – but your guess is as good as mine!), and generally hanging out! This is the same pond by the way, where I took this picture! We watched it for a long time and I remember Ishaan being rather fascinated with it. Frogs are not a favorite of mine – all that hopping and croaking and sudden wet flicks of the sticky tongue creep me out 😛 But when they’re far enough away, I’m fine, especially when there are pictures to be taken 🙂 I’m glad I found this picture, it reminded me inevitably of The Frog Prince fairy-tale and that’s what inspired the Haiku 🙂
And if the Prince should turn out to be a Princess – my apologies! 😉
It is so much fun browsing old pictures! Ever so often I come across one that I cannot remember anything about – an orphaned memory of sorts! This is one such – I have no recollection of ever having taken it – although that can be oddly liberating coz now I’m free to make up any old story that takes my fancy 😛
I don’t know my plants at all! So I have no clue what this one is – but it looks to me like a seed, ready for take-off into a world fraught with air currents and insects and headed for an uncertain future. And if it seems unafraid (other than because it’s a seed I mean ;)), I guess it’s because it has no choice really does it? That’s what seeds do – they leave their mother plants and go off into Mother Nature to fulfill their destinies. I’m sure this one was no different – I wonder whether she made it (It’s altogether too pretty to be a he methinks :P)? It’s a big bad world out there and growing up is never easy to do! Probably more difficult for plants than humans in today’s world. And so I wish her Good Luck on her journey – I hope she finds safe haven when she lands; and fertile ground and the right kind of sunlight and enough water. She’s a brave soul!
It’s getting a little harder now to get inspired 😛 Mostly because Life is getting busier as I start getting into serious vacation mode! The UK visas finally came in yesterday which means I’m all set to visit my favorite place on the Planet – London and my one and only BFF – Beenz!! Oh the Joy 😀
It also of course means a long flight with a restless 5-yr-old, his first well & truly long distance journey! Scary but exciting 🙂 He’s blissfully unaware of course and unconcerned. Travel being on my mind, I came across this picture from the early days, of a water drop (not a great picture, which is why I’ve edited it significantly and hopefully made it better!), and it made me think of the Ocean. I think those of us who have grown up around water, tend to take it for granted. But this little drop got me thinking about how it got to where it was, at the end of its own unique journey. From a drop in an Ocean to a cloud in the Sky. From a raindrop in the Air to a dewdrop on a Leaf…salt water makes it’s own eternal journey!
And that’s how it is for all of us in a way ain’t it? We travel – physically, emotionally, spiritually and as we do, we adapt and change as per circumstance – sometimes we are an Ocean and sometimes we are dew drops and that’s just as it should be. All we need to remember is that every Ocean has infinite dewdrops and in every dewdrop is an Ocean waiting to be discovered!
And now that I’ve got all this #$%^ about drops and oceans off my mind…let me get back to the real world, where the restless 5-yr-old dewdrop is waiting to play Cricket 😉 😛
Have a Happy Day People 😀 Explore your Oceans 🙂
Ooh! I just realized this is my 250th post!! YAY for me 😀
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Am playing catch up!
On recent travels, I passed this grove of what I assume are young Teak saplings. Teak is a highly prized wood here in the East – it is hardy, resistant to termites and water, and furniture made from it usually outlasts its owners 😉 And so of course, we’ve run through most of the old plantations and now have to plant new ones so future generations are not bereft of this beautiful wood! Isn’t that just so typically human! Our greed truly is the stuff of legend 😦
The grove was rather dense and although it was just off the road, the illusion was one of seclusion and reserve. Shards of sunlight danced around the leaves and bounced of the white bark in green-yellow-white flashes of unexpected color. There was just something about that scene that was magical – that reminded me of an ancient forest, of Fangorn from LOTR – a place of wisdom, strength and endurance; and a keeper of Secrets 🙂
For isn’t that what our Forests are – keepers of Secrets and vessels of wisdom? Who knows what magic awaits discovery on a day spent wandering in Mother Mature’s treasure trove?
Still channeling my Gran to some extent! I was thinking about her wedding day – bittersweet like most memories are. She was just 16 years and marrying a man chosen by her parents (in the tradition of the times), and doing so only to humor her Father, who was dying of Leukemia. His last wish was to see his first and beloved daughter settled and I’m glad that he didn’t last long enough to watch her life unravel.
This lotus seemed perfect because my Granny had beautifully delicate skin and the famed peaches and cream complexion, and I can only imagine how stunning she must have been as a blushing bride! She was a beauty and now even through all the ravages of time – she still is 🙂
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Today’s Haiku is dedicated to my Gran. She will turn 87 on the 28th of this month 🙂 My Gran is a warrior and a survivor. She has lived a tough, hard and ultimately long life and seen tragedy and joy in equal measure, although she sure could have done with less tragedy! We all could have. Still, all in all, a Life well lived; and watching her frail condition now – her tired body and drained soul – perhaps one coming to its logical conclusion. It pains me to write these words but it pains me more to see her reduced to a shadow of her former self – losing her memories and sense of self. She’s fought the hard fight and she’s triumphed and I want her to leave, when she will, in a blaze of Glory! This is my wish. She’s earned it with blood, sweat and tears.
This one is for you Aai…