Money changes many things,
people do not know what to do
with a lot of money in hand
take a hazard in booze.
Hard earned money, lose value
when the requirement is not met
rather filling the empty glasses
that flushed off the drain.
Eyes are obvious to absorb
the changes, followed by shapes
surprise to believe, monetary
could derail anyone however sturdy.
Relationships too change
in money making attitude
drives one from their natural state
or what the latter had been pretending.
The unchanged voice went silent
a singer of most sang numbers
– in the world of music
aired forever, to blend with our breath
until we hold up to our last breathe.
The singing moon may disappear
but the nights that everlasting
continue to lullaby in his voice
as sweet syrup for many to sleep
and console hearts that feel solo.
A legend in the coat of humble being
what the humankind would reciprocate
if I could simply describe in a word few.
I may not be aware of him fully
but he tops my list of songs on any device.
His inspiration and passion for
singing
can't spare anyone aspire to sing
though he’s a singer for common man
there’s no one better than him
to sing without breathing.
His epoch in the world of music
is invincible by any one generation,
and in the competitive world
one can’t imagine his achievement
and the attitude of down to earth.
P.S. Long live SPB through his
consoling and soothing voices and songs to touch many generations to come and
he will always be remembered, apart from being the king of melody, his humanity
and humbleness will retain in our hearts. Rest in peace S.P.Balasubrahmanyam (another victim of Covid 19), the
legendary singer of India who gave voice to about 40,000 songs in multiple
languages - and the only singer in the world to sing number of tracks in cinema
to enter the Guinness book of world records.
Like the spokes on wheels
life rotates in support of
passion, affection and hope
to do better in life.
The activity of pedalling
like one’s deed in time, forward
the life to an enhanced state
of peace, wise and prosperous.
In the long run, normal bends
to slow down the pace
or pick up things at difficult, that
life isn't distant from worn out wheels.
Like spinning wool on wheels
life weaves through relationships
love, trade, recreation and reproduction
to represent another wheel of life.
I bought a wooden desk organiser from amazon to keep books and other things. I put some books from recent read and found it colourful to make use for RGB Monday. The blue in the back is a switch box sticker of a truck and the organiser has spaces for mobiles and specs and few other things to hide in bins. The detachable design is strong and sturdy and easy to assemble and disassemble.
The family living in the opposite house weren’t that generous to allow the cock inside their compound but the country cock doesn’t confine to anything unlike the broiler chicken that has a destiny has become a headache to them. The cock chose the open garden or lawn in front of their home as his favourite hunting ground for forage and used to fly off the compound or perched on the neighbour's tree when the owner came out to the garden. Until now, the situation wasn't different and the neighbour has a reason too to shoo off the bird, despite the fact it digs off the seeds and plants from ground, it doesn't keep quiet all the time rather crying loud esp. During the silent afternoon and sometimes even at night its crows disturb the peace and slumber of all in the house, including a 90+ year old man.
So far no one tried to catch the cock (even the labourers of the chicken shop) and the cock too doesn't come out of the gate or compound (or run into the streets) of the neighbour’s house. The house belongs to a 92 year old retired wing commander but it was his son in 60+ takes care of everything and he’s an enthusiastic gardener and loves planting or seeding new ones. Sometimes he used to share vegetables grown in his backyard and they don't familiarise with anybody in the neighbourhood and most of the time it was a smile or a few words of greeting that ended our relationship even though we are neighbours for 40 years. Click here to see and read my post on this house and neighbour!
I couldn’t get
a clear shot of the cock from the mobile but you could see the cock in the
image above and behind the gate it strolled.
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Behind the fence, blooms
a beauty in yellow, quite
under the lime tree.
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While the farmers were busy washing, and packing carrots in sacks (what you saw in my previous post here) I found this little temple peacefully located adjacent to the activity of farmers, adding quiet to the afternoon. Leaving back others at Kukkal lake bank, where we picnicked last year July during vacationing at my uncle’s woodhouse near Kodaikanal, my cousin and I drove down the road from the lake just to see what lies beneath and was pleased to spot this temple in a fresh coat of paint. Google maps mark this as Amman (goddess) temple and I get no details other than that. But I guess it's a popular temple among the village people from an image I saw in google where people throng in average numbers.
Some kind of wild or unknown insect, which perhaps looks like a sort of mosquito. From a long back visit to Yercaud
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Apart from tourism and cold weather,
Kodaikanal is popular for vegetables that grow in mountains esp. Carrot is
produced at large, along with the medicinal hill garlic which is an important
cultivation in Kodaikanal upper villages of Poombarai, Mannavanur, Polur, Kukkal
and Vilpatti. An important thing about the Kodaikanal Hill Garlic was it
was granted by the prestigious ‘Geographical Indication’ (GI) tag – a name or
sign used on products which corresponds to a specific geographical location or
origin.
Going past the Kodaikanal town on the
observatory road would take one to one of the beautiful mountain village called
Poombarai at about 20 km from the town and Kukkal is another peaceful and pleasant
village of the mountains about 10 km from there is where these photos of Carrots
were shot. What you see here is farmers washing carrots
near a small canal that flows from Kukkal Lake above Kukkal village and
stuffing them in sacks before taking them to markets in mini trucks.
Carrots don't
look pretty when uprooted from the muddy soil because the condition of the soil
- deep loose loamy - is left in a state of dirt that does stick to the carrot
and it's only after hard washing reveals its bright color. The
carrot grows above the elevation of 1500 meters and is cultivated yearlong with
assured irrigation unlike the land below the range (of 1500) that rely only on
monsoon rain. Kodaikanal upper villages are located around 2000 meters, experiencing
cool weather throughout the year and I enjoy taking drives around the scenic
landscapes of terrace farming and forest.
A week has
not passed since the relaxed measures were announced, and by then people had
already returned to normalcy in full swing or rapid
force, forgotten on which condition these relaxations were given. I understand
that everyone is in need of a break and nothing could bring a change better
than traveling, as people are locked down at homes for more than 5 months, an
urge to getaway couldn’t be wrong but we aren’t’ even partially coming out of
the pandemic rather leading 2nd in the world with new achievement in Covid 19
cases with each passing day, how can we expect a positivity in a neglected
world? Our production of cases has reached nearly 0.1 million per day and it’s
really disturbing to hear about 1000 deaths counted daily in India. We talk
about how precious each life is and at the same time casually pass a death on
the street – just thought of saying something – but the death of 1000 everyday
doesn’t seem to make any sense or thoughtfulness to rattle us. I
know we have to move on and couldn’t stay on a thought just like stagnant water
that could only mess up later but don’t we have the responsibility to do a bit
in changing the scenario? Or at least stop helping spread the virus by
coming out unnecessarily, because it isn’t the time for fun or unless we follow
the rules strictly we put others' life into danger along with us.
From
tender green to rusty
leaves cling to different colours
revealing the various stages of life
identical to mortal.
From
a baby like shoots
leaves thrive to greenness
mushroom a layer of bottle green
mellow yellow as they grew older.
From
a chapter of a tree
leaves unfold to different phases
as bystanders of better or for worse
built on the creators' standards.
From
summer to spring
leaves don’t stick to green
akin to the season's change, leafage
alter colours n gives way to new shoots.
