Makeup : a bird's eye view in a global world...

My photo-blogger friend, Sylvia, from Tacoma, Washington, has so come "up" in the world, that she now gets amazing mountain views , and visits from worldly wise folks, on her window sill. Sometimes they even preen, pose, and maybe even crib. For a photo. Which she recently posted here.

I wasn't around there , but I do think this is what this bird said....


(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Feeling a bit dull
in my old age,
I flew over
Paris,
Milan,
Cologne,
and even London
searching
for that perfect makeup....

And
I finally found it
in Mumbai,
where
they have
fairness creams.

In a moment
of
narcissistic madness,
I peered into
the Sky Mirror
and
slathered it on,
only
to have it
washed off
in a
thundering
Mumbai monsoon cloudburst.

Looks like nothing black
is turning fair,
and
everything
is supposed to be fair
only
if you are flying high.

As for me,
my full throated shouts
about the creme,
have rendered
my neck
arteries and veins visible,
and the
only thing
that has changed , are my eyebrows.

Black to white ?
Gosh,
the weight of people's expectations !
I can't even raise my eyebrows......

For tomorrow ......

A posting made by my blogger friend , Magiceye, under the specified subject "Busy", as part of a Photohunt series.

The banyan tree, the leaves, and the bird sincerely trying to work the string around brought back visuals of the Vat Savitri observances that many Hindu women subscribe to. And to commemorate the wonderful story of Savitri, they worship the tree, wrapping rounds of threads around the tough tree trunk, praying that they are granted the same husband for 7 more lives (reincarnations).

Just wondered what the bird could be thinking.

(photo of ladies by Google)
(photo by Deepak Amembal Magiceye)
Safe
high up
in the Banyan tree,
she watched
as
those colorful bipeds,
swathed in 9 yards
of silk,
jewellery ,
lighted lamps,
and
an attitude of worship
wrapped a thread
round and round
the tree trunk
to ensure
the same husband
for
seven incarnations more.

Now she does
her own
ritual;
wrapping and fixing
the white thread
round and round
her nest
amidst the
tough worldly branches;
trying to ensure
that
not seven lives hence,
but
at least tomorrow
her family has a
safe and wonderful life.