• I woke up this morning after a restful sleep. The air was crisp. Like toast. Or a wafer. Waiting to be crunched.

    I remembered this song from my childhood “Oh what a Beautiful Morning

    Oh, what a beautiful mornin’,
    Oh, what a beautiful day.
    I got a beautiful feelin’
    Ev’erything’s goin’ my way.

    You can listen to this song by Gordon MacRae here 

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    Leaving you with some morning shots captured this week, I’m waiting to enjoy the rest of this beautiful day.

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    While rinsing out my cup I noticed this window winking at me and realised that the world was bathed golden with the early morning sun
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    It was the morning after Holi when I spotted this full moon during my morning walk
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    And finally it was this orange light that seemed to flash a special message at me : get ready to seize the day.

    Linking up with other skywatchers who share their skies on #SkywatchFriday.

    Happy weekend all!

    And don’t forget to seize the day. 

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  • “I sustain myself with the love of family.”

    » Maya Angelou

     

    I’ve been quite erratic with my blog these past few months. Especially these past few weeks . My three grandchildren were meeting up after a six month break and I was far too busy enjoying their company to find time to blog.

    Despite the tantrums and the extra work involved getting three children to get anything done, it was an enjoyable time and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

    Happiness is family time

    With families getting smaller and more scattered, family times are rare and to be cherished. So when two grandchildren from overseas decided to come down , it definitely was an occasion to be celebrated especially with a garden party.

    My three little monkeys were busy playing around. While it tested our agility, it was fun to watch the interaction between four generations. The great grandparents sang baby rhymes and engaged the little ones with action songs long forgotten, stories and funny faces. The little ones responded with cheeky one liners, stubborn ‘no’s and lots of hugs and kisses.

    It wasn’t all giggles and laughter though. There were some terrible tantrums that meant relentless crying for upto forty minutes at a stretch!

    At times we had to display  extreme diplomacy to defuse a situation.

    P language capame hapandapy whepen wepe hapad topo upuse wopords thepat the kepids coupud nepot upundeperstapand. 

    This subterfuge extended to eating chocolates on the sly and drinking ‘wine wine’  judiciously, taking care not to let the little ones have a sip.

    Kids’ Gyaan

    Despite the creaky knees and aching back, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I was on a high being permanently in demand – to look for toys, to mediate squabbles, to help bathe kids, to feed a reluctant tot, to sing a child to sleep.

    It was also a period of intense learning . Indeed I learnt some important facts.

    • The older ones automatically assume responsibility and take control of the situation.  One of our tasks was to get Ms. Papaya to abandon her pacifier. Wow Dinga firmly looked into her eyes and solemnly told her that pacifiers were not nice. It took two nights of restless sleep but Ms. Papaya listened to the advice of her older brother.
    • Boys are instinctively protective of their sisters . We were surprised at how protective Wow Dinga and Little Po were towards Ms. Papaya. During one squabble over Ms. Papaya’s Laplop that was appropriated by another child, Wow Dinga took it upon himself to prise the toy out of the reluctant toddler’s hand and give it back to Ms. Papaya.
    • Children need the company of their peers to blossom. Little Po, the youngest of the lot is naturally shy and reticent – quite the opposite of his rambunctious older brother. I was pleasantly suprised to find him come to his own and actually smile and giggle in the company of Ms. Papaya.

    After a delightful day spent in each others’ company for one last time,  Ms. Papaya went back with her mother. I am back to my daily life now with a ton of memories to cherish till we meet again.

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    Linking up with #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne at EverydayGyaan

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    Recently, while booking an airline ticket on a transatlantic flight I was asked if I wanted a Hindu Non-Veg Meal.

    Quite frankly, I was aghast. Isn’t this taking food preferences a bit too far?

    All I wanted a Non Vegetarian meal . It didn’t matter if it was Hindu or not .

    ” I don’t really care about the Hindu part , ” I replied ” I just want a Non Vegetarian meal. Can’t I have a continental meal? ”

    “I’m afraid madam on this sector it isn’t available ”

    Now that was something that made me even more curious. Here I was traveling westward on a European carrier and was told that there was no continental meal available !!! What about the non-Indians, I thought travelling on the plane. Were they going  to be subjected to gravies swimming in their plates?

    “Then what is available ? ”

    “Hindu Vegetarian and Muslim Non Vegetarian.”

    “Really ? And what is the difference between the two non-veg options? Does one have beef and the other pork?”

    “No ! no! ” protested the girl. “We only serve chicken! ”

    “How are they different ?” I persisted.

    “In the way they are slaughtered?” she asked tentatively.

    In the beginning there was just chicken

    This was something new to me. Indeed, it was a far cry from the days when airline food was just airline food. Normally, food served on board was the food of the country of the national carrier. I didn’t matter what the passenger like. Hence you either ate it or starved.

    However, with more crowded skies there was a need to encourage passenger loyalty. There came faster planes, wider seats and  food that was Vegetarian and non-Vegetarian.

    Gradually the menu included vegan, diabetic and other kinds of cuisines.

    Now this was something else! Here I was looking to enjoy a good glass of French wine and eating some as-nice-as-it-can-get-on-an-aeroplane, continental food.  However, here I had only two options : a Hindu or a Muslim Non-Vegetarian Meal.

    “So I’ll make it Hindu Non Vegetarian madam?”

    I asked her if there were other options like Christian Non-Vegetarian or Jewish Vegetarian.

    Needless to say, she didn’t get the sarcasm!

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    [Tweet “Have you come across a Hindu Non-Vegetarian meal before?”]

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    Strange are the ways of the world. My personal belief is that food and religion are totally unrelated. It is health that determines dietary  restrictions . Since  I don’t judge others for following their beliefs,  I wonder why I have to conform to beliefs and practices that aren’t mine.

    Am I right or am I wrong? Do share your views in the comments . I’d love to hear from you. 

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