FADING CLOSENESS...

...balance on its own without his walking stick which he carved himself from the Gamari from the nearby jungle. Now all I hear about them is through phone, mostly after months... why old men and women of the village are the forgotten ones? They remember people who went to the towns and speak of them with proudness to their neighbours during the lazy afternoons outside their bamboo verandas... I am so engrossed in my studies, so are my parents with their works and life, and I see the clear line of FADING CLOSENESS that time is drawing beween the village and town, between my grand-parents and us(my family), between the forgotten and the forgetful, between promises and conditions... Now-a-days, people shed tears when their dog dies and whisks off with few words when a distant relative dies. Because the closeness matters... And today I am realising how far I have gone away from my village and my people of the village. I guess it's time I should go back as the country girl and live my promises of the past...

FADING CLOSENESS...

"My grand-father is the oldest man in his village..." I proclaim to my friends during a discussion based on longetivity. "He is about 90+" I add with a haughty air. "90+ age is a ripe age, people usually die before turning that age!" a fren adds. Inside my mind I am thinking... that the time is not far that he will leave us soon. Why haven't I thought about it these few years back? I remember myself sobbing at the thought of him walking with his failing eyes in the treacherous muddy terrains of the village during my childhood when mom put me to bed telling her childhood stories of the village where she grew up. I used to tell him as a kid that I'll grow up, become a doctor and operate his eyes. It made him really happy I could tell it from his cackling laughters that came out from his tobacco lace teeth. But years have rolled on... we moved to the towns, but they remained there with their life without any advancing changes. The only change was his increasing feebleness in his stork body which now can't...

THRESHOLD OF MY DREAMS...

I wouldn't refrain myself from putting it forward that 'my heart is like a fluttery butterfly!'. My eyes falls in love with the strangest of things and ideas, many-a-times leading my bouncing and leaping heart to new paths leaving behind my original track. I always think, wonder and search every minute of aliveness what I am suppose to do, which path I am suppose to follow and which career choices should I make? There are hundreds choices in life, we are but our choices. No matter how much my heart wanders around, I know what I always wanted to be! A MEMORY MAKER! Yeah I always wanted to be someone who records the memories, and I do it by writing. There are moments when we give up, situations when we lose faith in following our dreams, but the thing that feeds our soul will always emerge... at the oddest of times. I got to keep this THRESHOLD OF MY DREAMS alive and the oil of my dreams burning! A I must not forget that this is my only life & God knows whether I will be able to dream again in my next life!

The Girl Who Wears The Crown!

In a recent personality development class, we had the opportunity to interact with Garima Parnami, a model, best known for her face in the cover of Fair and Lovely, a hugely commercial fairness cream in India. She asked us " Do you know what's the difference between the girl walking in the streets and the girl wearing the crown on the stage?" We remained silent. "The girl walking on the street may have the fabulous body, best skin and best hair...but she is no one, just someone with all the beauty but nothing overpowering inside her! On the other hand, the girl wearing the crown may be someone who has a crooked teeth, un-proportionate body and undermining circumstances in her life! But what differentiates the two is the factor COURAGE. Courage to rise against your imperfections, courage to be who you are and courage to face the world!" At the end she concluded by whisking a smile "So the next time you are afraid just kick it out of your system! You can't afford to be shy in your life if you want to win!"

DETERMINATION OF SOIL TEXTURE

Soil texture is qualitatively determined by RAPID FIELD METHOD which involves rubbing the soil between the thumb and fingers. In this process proficiency is gained through practice and making comparison with samples of known textural class determned by some quantitative method. Steps fortexture determination: 1. A small quantity of the air dried soil is moistened with water and mixed thoroughly on a glass porcelain dish to form a soft ball then worked out until stiff and sqeezed out between the thumb and the forefinger. 2. The feel to fingers is of forming ball stickiness or grittiness whether forming soil ribbons or merely crumbling upon sqeezing are observed. The sample is assigned following textural class:

~WORLDLY THOUGHTS~

I had this imperative drive to write this today! Was sitting with my legs curled up on my study table trying to concentrate words written on my copy. It's been more than 17 years of looking into such pages and my handwriting scribbled on it, wondering what next... what goals, dreams or whatever... My mind is lost in the worldly thoughts, all the time in my life, I was like "will do it later" and now I find myself losing interest and drive in things that seemed most exciting at one point! Then how do I create myself when I feel the dreams fading away... Once, most important thing can't even give me a twitch now, guess my soul is worn out and knows all, knows that nothing stays. I feel myself standing stiff in a street where people don't have time to stop and see, I find myself staring at the horizon and my thousand thoughts milling across the crowd... How do I live my dreams again?