Waiting lounge of dance class.

Again at the dance class, sitting in the waiting lounge, I am thinking what have I to write today so that can be posted tomorrow and should be worthy. Anything that is scribbled down is not worthy of reading. But the mind is not cutting down to one single point which I can talk about. But many topics are just popping up in my head.
While my mind track down to one I choose to observe the other patents in the lounge, waiting for their children. All of them are new faces, the old ones did not turn up as their children have become habituated to the new environment of the class.
These parents mostly are mothers including me. Sitting here is their body, mind is left behind at home, where they have lot of unfinished work to be attended after returning from here. Two or three ladies are continously on phone getting or giving instructions to the ones who are back home. Two ladies are engaged in either you tube or in whatsapp. One of the ladies who is bit on the heavier side is trying to sit quietly but is very agitated. Why? No one except her knows. She is constantly going in and out of the lounge, standing at the door looking out of the window, then coming back to chairs with a fleeting look on every occupants face and finally she goes our of the lounge to peep on her child from the outer window.
One lady who was busy on phone, constantly keeps coming and going out of the lounge in order to not to disturb the others through her calls. Finally she also stayed out, now in the lounge only two of us are left, both busy on our phones too but quietly, not disturbing others. She on her social media and me in writing my experience. The class inside is going on, the song can be heard outside, it’s too loud. A foot taping song. It’s very melodious number, a remixed version of some 25 yrs old song. Another lady has also chosen to stand out and watch her children from the window, a teenager boy has entered the lounge, may be elder brother of one of the children. Now I think it’s time for me too to leave the lounge as my son is dancing and I wanna watch him doing so. Just to encourage him, if in case he needs that.

Chilling goosebumps.

I don’t know why but today above all I want to write about the horror stories. I just love ‘ em. They’re sort of fuel to me. When ever I get disheartened or sad I just want to indulge myself in some kind of horror and forget about the world around me. I love the feel of thrill, the standing of hair to its edge and the unexpected. The darkness, the fear it’s all giving me an adrenal rush. Here I will share couple of so called true incidents…

 

1. Picnic

One day five friends of my brother decided to go for a picnic to a near by fort, a citadel. It’s actually a fort atop of Aravali ranges in Rajasthan. So this place has long stretch of uninhabited area. Moreover it’s far from the modern city, in the vicinity of old town of historic and medical ages.

One of the boys who actually is my brother’s friend, fall ill on the day of picnic, thus missed the trip. So rest of the four boys went on their bikes, double riding. After reaching there they enjoyed the scenic beauty, had something to eat from the restaurant at the place. Danced photographed and then all sat to return. It was 5.00 p.m. When they got down the hill it was nearly half past 5 in the evening and they drove for 2 kms. more when one of them stopped at the road side tea stall, you can find many such stalls there. As he stopped the friends on other bikes also stopped. They then decided to have evening tea and later the change of drivers. So as they were waiting for tea to come after ordering, one of the four boys felt the urgent need to go for loo. As tea stall was on roadside, there was jungle behind it. Up to long distance either jungle or hills in the distance were visible. This boy went to a shed which looked like makeshift arrangement for relieving yourself. While he was using this so called loo, he was able to see the jungle behind the stall.

Suddenly, he saw someone waving at him. He somehow managed to come out decently and rushed towards his friends, who were sipping on their tea, enjoying the cool breeze. This boy hastily kept the cash below his tea cup and ushered his friends towards bikes,asking the tea stall guy to keep the change with him.

On the bike he sat behind his friend allowing him to drive. Only half a kilometre later his other friends started to notice some changes in him. It was growing dark,as in winters the night falls a little early. So the boys continued for a kilometre more and then by 6.30 p.m. They came to halt when they could see the city approaching and the two other boys who were on the second bike came to this boy and three of them asked him what was wrong and why was he behaving so weird.  He in a ladylike voice replied, pointing to a boy standing next him,” I wanted to possess you but he, pointing to himself, saw me first so I took him.” The boys were so scared that were not able to decide what to do. Then the one who was driving the bike with the possessed boy, said “We cannot leave him alone. I have an idea,the famous ancient temple of “Kala Hanuman” is nearly 2 or 3 kms. from here, let’s take him there.” So on one bike three of them sat with this boy in middle, the one behind hold him tightly as he was shivering and the fourth one drove alone.

At the temple assisting him, they took him inside. There he stopped shivering and fell asleep. The priest there tied a black enchanted thread to his right upper arm and then the friends returned home safely.

That boy suffered from fever for few days but nothing more, he only told what he saw in the jungle to his friends the next day.

My brother’s friend said he was lucky not to be there that day as he is  affraid of these things.

I don’t know how much spine chilling or real it sounds to you but recollecting the incident I feel chills, though I don’t believe but still it’s spooky. And yes the boy in question is perfectly all right now.

 

2. Motor bike incident.

My brother and his brother- in- law put up a stall in life style exhibitions in the month of October. It’s not their livelihood but just for an experience.       They have divided the timings, so each of them can adjust accordingly. In the morning my brother’s family looks after the stall,then in the afternoon his brother- in -law’s family. At evening they all to-gather wind up the stall and have dinner there itself and return.

One day after tea his brother in law came unannounced, in-case they need help for setting up the stall as it was very messy the previous night. That day sometime after half past noon his brother- in -law said he would go and return after 5 in the evening with his wife. As he turned to go, he saw a perfume bottle on the corner, sandal. He asked my brother about it and then sprayed over him and left. Within half an hour he returned.

His face flushed and confused. He sat on the chair and drank water, offered by his sister. Then told his story. After spraying the perfume when he left for his home, he must have gone a kilometre or two, and came across a cross road. After crossing that, he felt some feather like touch on his right shoulder, so he turned and saw nothing behind. The sunlight was scorching hard and there was nothing to be seen. Then he saw something flattering in the side mirror of his bike. It was a corner of a saree, an Indian drape, visible clearly in it. But when he looked behind again there was nothing. He just turned his bike from there and raced back to the venue. The moment he crossed back the cross road he felt secure and safe as there was nothing visible I  the mirror too. In the evening my brother, his wife and his brother in law, went to-gather to home, locking the bike behind.

That summer when I went to see my brother, I picked up a perfume bottle from his wall to wall wooden book reckon and was about to spray when I asked him where he got this from? Seeing it in my hand he said use it on your own risk as it is the same perfume I told you about over the phone, and started laughing. Though I don’t believe in all this story stuff but then I have small children to look after so didn’t take the risk of finding out.

I don’t know how far it frightens you but it gave me goose bumps to hold the spirit attracting perfume bottle.

Suppressed Feelings…Vented.

Love, from so many days I am thinking to talk to you, but then my mind says no I shouldn’t. But today I finally took you out to open my heart to. You are the best friend one can have because all the dark secrets and hearty desires, lovely nothings, mumblings of heart and rambles of mind all are poured down on your white page and they stay there for ages, locked up, not being hinted to anyone.
I have so many thoughts ranging from my personal feelings to social causes, all running down at once to be written down and spoken of but I will pick carefully a thought a day to discuss with you my dearest friend. And today I choose different behaviours in a relationship.
Though love and faith is the base of every kind of relationship but sometimes it becomes unavoidable to have fights in it. It doesn’t mean love evaporates or the faith dies but it shows how strong the relationship is, to stand that difference,instead.
There are long shut up or down periods but they erase as smoothly as they arise. Every time after these differences when patch up is done the relationship grows strong. To me it seems as if it’s an elastic which you stress as much you want, it will be stretched but won’t break. In my opinion the fight between two people in a relation is for themselves. They just seem to disagree for a moment but don’t differ as two people have different point of view on same point but they will agree sooner or later as they look in the same direction. Love for me is not only holding hands and looking into eyes but it can be having different opinions on same point still holding hands and looking in same direction with a look of understanding and satisfaction that even you don’t agree with each other, none of you is going to let go of the other’s hand. Like a bird returning to its nest in the evening you will come back to your nest.
Most of the fights occur out of fear of loosing, jealousy(of love) or feeling of complexion. But it is never for supremacy, it’s just an act of timid love being scared. Some times people tend to misunderstand it for over possessiveness and commit big mistakes which are unrepairable. Still the relationships which stand even those hardships of unrepairable mistakes and come out with flying colors, are meant to be forever.
when you are fighting for love, you need to remember, you have to be prepared for many twists and turns, in hope to win. Bow down if required, bend or even break but never give up the fight for love which keeps kindling underneath your chest even though you are fighting. Because that is the soul reason you are fighting for.
Trust me in the end if you keep trust, love returns and the relationship grows strong. So fights in a relation are healthy in a way.

Street Photography Quick Tip (1)

Streets of Nuremberg

Travel Choices Travel Choices | Munich | 2016

Street Photography Quick Tip 1 – A way to shoot inconspicuously

Motivated by the very positive feedback to the start of my series “Instant Inspiration” (links at the end of this post) I want to launch another regular series – the Street Photography Quick Tips. Some short, easy to read and easy to use tips that I think could help you while shooting in the streets. The first edition of “Street Photography Quick Tips” is about shooting inconspicuously. If you want to find out how, continue reading after the jump….

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Going to dance class in rain.

It’s 5 in the evening and it’s raining mildly heavy outside.
In this rain I’ve brought my children to dance class on two wheeler…A scooter I live driving when it’s raining. In fact
I love drives in rain. Hugging my hubby from behind,drenching in rain water and shivering with cold of the wind because we are wet. But it is an undescribed thrill I drive from this kind of drive.

Today as I was coming to children’s dance class I could not stop any where to enjoy the weather but in other times me and my hubby darling stop at a coffee shop or a snack shop by the road side, eating or drinking something hot gives a satisfaction beyond explanation.

While I am writing this peace of para, the rain outside has increased from mild heavy to fully heavy. The sound of tipper – tapper has become like high speed wind is blowing. And the visibility has decreased if you lift your head a little bit you can see only white sheet in front of you, this is the density of rain drops. The greens have become more clear and bright after rain wash. In the background of greens pale sky gives a complete contrast to the scenerio. The sound of rain drops has changed to drum beats. The drops falling down are springing back making a floral design where they fall and rise. The wind is blowing with full force and driving the rain in its direction. If you have really sharp eye you can see a pattern of crisscross rain drops. The force of it is such that it’s coming in the waiting lounge.

I am loving the sound of pitter patter and the zooooo….wo oooooh of the wind and the chills it’s sending to the bones.
It doesn’t seems to stop soon. We might have to wait for a while longer even after the class. But my children are more excited then me to go back home in this rain, drenching and clenching their teeth. Now the silent thunder bolt is striking, it feels like God is saying cheese, and then clicks the pic and flash shines.
If I was home, with children I would have gone in the backyard and stood under the sky with stretched arms ready to embrace the joy. ….here goes the strike once again! With…Wroom….thraaak sound! Lightening and the striking is continous. The speed of rain is not slowing down neither seems to, soon. Now can’t resist so going to the walkway to enjoy the shower.

Whatever I do…its not sufficient.

When we do too much for others but they brush it off with a shrug of a shoulder saying you have only shortcomings,  mistakes and negligence it hurts a lot. Because you take care of them with love in fact you serve them forgetting yourself and in return what you get is your degradation.

It seems right to say, whatsoever you do for them, they will find something lacking in your efforts. In my case I feel as if they are sitting with a magnifying glass so that not even a microscopic point is missed. This scrutiny breaks me down. Sometimes it’s like, why the hell I am here in the first place. A small incident is highlighted to the extremes, it’s unbearable at times.

It feels too lonely and abandoned at such times. Those are the times when I miss my folks like dying person misses his breath.

Every now and then what is heard is not what is required. In what we do for them, appreciations and applauds are not what is expected in return but only one smile acknowledging our efforts is more then enough. And if by chance, as we too are humans, some small or silly mistake is made, it should be left alone with sober caution or with a sigh! Even if someone feels like scolding it should be in limits, because no one makes mistakes willingly. There might be some underlying issue or so.

It feels so chocked up and literally no one to support, when all are grouped on one side,supporting each other in one or the other way, but there’s no one for me. They keep raisins fingers towards me and I feel surrounded by people against me, with not a single one to feel compassion about me.

 

Here in our community when it comes to the believe and faith in case of the Almighty, every single person has his own choice. With every person the Perception changes. Thus there are many religions in the country. Each community further makes different sects in the name of deity. Every deity is as important and well known as other.

But in the present period of time the newest and the most popular amongst them is Sai Baba. He never showed himself as god or superhuman but always ready and available for Help of others. He sacrificed his life to save his disciple. His shrine, Shirdi, is most Popular  among the existing ones. People go in uncountable numbers to take his blessings. His last abode is said to be alive as anyone who goes there and ask for help, will never be returned empty handed.

 jai Sai baba