Tuberosal Art of Worship

My blogger and FB friend Bhavana Nissima Upadhyaya, posted this lovely photograph on a Nishigandha in bloom. A flower with pride of place in celebrations, decorations, worships and garlands,  and one is convinced , that one knows , where our artistic art forms got their inspiration form.

The first picture, courtesy Google, is that from a dance festival held in Ahmedabad in 2011, where 21 dance forms inspired by Bharatnatyam were presented.

The second clicked by Bhavana, tells you where they all got their insipration from.

And I am sure  SomeOneUpThere smiled and said, "I am glad they are learning ....!"

(photograph by Bhavana Nissima Upadhyaya)
The prayer,
the invocation,
the music
the wonder,
the silks,
the Mudras,
the Rhythm,
and the Naad
resonating
amidst
so many uniting
to pray and sculpt
in worship, as one.

And
out amidst
the red silken wet soil,
crowded
with
avid green worshippers,
chirping chants on trees,
and
buzzing flying stotras,
this heartfelt,
fragrant,
simple prayer
by a dedicated family.

Some geriatric,
some of age,
and some yet to bloom,
so naturally sculpted,
all standing tall
clutching on
to the family matriarch,
strict,
tough
and green.

One will go home.

The other
will leave home
to be part
of another prayer,
another garland
in another temple.

Why ?

Bozoical Need-for-Speed

You never know what living in Bandra, the queen of the Mumbai Suburbs, home to so many of the Bollywood types, does, to someone like Bozo, Mumbai's only dog-with-his-own-blog. 

He has been lying a bit low for a while,  as per his doc's suggestion, resting, taking some meds and generally observing things around him.   The recent unusual cool weather (now incidentally gone), was a boon , and Bozo did some short walks around the building.

Sometimes, he too gets inspired  by watching this . So he came back an tried out something.  He pressed some button. And instead, heard this song . And danced. 

And his mentor and activity-chronicler, Magiceye simply couldn't click him fast enough.  And got this picture , slightly blurred..

Magiceye thinks it's the camera limitation.  Shutter Speed.  Bozo thinks it's some fluid in Magiceye's eyes....... 

   

I am illiterate
because I cannot read and write;
but I am educated
because
I learn from experience,
I hear carefully
when the doctor tells Deepak
something about me,
and I peer over his shoulder
when
he looks at the
Health and Fitness page on FB.

And so for a longish time,
I took my meds,
ate healthy meals,
and took adequate rest
physically and mentally too.

But
I also notice things.

Like when he goes to a place,
stands on something,
presses a button,
and instead of him,
the road moves,
sometimes faster and faster.

They dont let me come in there,
so I thought
I'd try this out
at home.

Except when I pressed a button,
a song
called Dhinkachika
came on,
and I ran all over to see who was singing.

No,
the road didnt move.

I did,
To the beat. 

And although
they tried to click me,
for once,
I beat the black contraption,
by speeding up.

Aagh.
I must rest now.
It doesn't help
to get so competitive
in my old age.....