Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Nature's Colours

"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower." 
- Hans Christian Anderson.

I am back to my blog page after a hiatus. Course work, end semester exams and much more that happened in last few months.

As Luther Burbank once  said, "Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul."  Flowers are the best adornments of nature that make it colourful and fragrant forever. Varying from shades of white, crimson, vermillion, yellow, pink, burnt-sienna  and many more, flowers weave a very vibrant and encouraging life around us.

Today's post showcases some captures on streets of Pune. (The names of few flowers are not known. So readers who know may eagerly help me with it). Flowers on this post are not the ones pruned and cared for in people's coveted gardens but, these are truly the gift of nature.


Nerium oleander, commonly known as Oleander
Oleander is one of the most poisonous of commonly grown garden plants. More info here.
These Gulmohar flowers are my childhood favourites..
The bright vermillion colour always attracts and allures me..


A rare sight of blood red Frangipanis (Champa flowers).
These flowers smell awesome..
Frangipani- one of the most fragrant flowers in every home..
Fallen dry leaves. These remind me of the saying~
"What comes from the earth, goes back to the earth!"
Bougainvilleas- The most common, uncared for street side flowering plant
embracing our streets beautifully with varied hues.
My pick from a morning walk- Lantanas and Bougainvilleas
Fallen, dried Bougainvilleas, a joyful sight for a wandering soul, a morning walker.
Known as the yellow trumpet bush,yellow bells, yellow elder, ginger-thomas,
these flowers are the national emblem of Bahamas..
Propping out of the fences, these seasonal flowers definitely add  beauty to the season.
Indian Laburnum making a bountiful golden shower..
A sight of  :).. Everywhere it is yellow.
Hope you all enjoyed this colourful floral post.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Teacher's Day



One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.” ~Carl Jung
It is rightly said by Brad Henry thatA good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.If I am able to write fluently in my blog posts it is because of  my teachers who have taught me alphabets and inculcated in me the love for language. Probably the creative ideas I put forth in every post, that also is honed by my teachers.

 Guru’ is one who shows us the path of light and knowledge, the remover of all evils and sorrows, the incarnation of supreme bliss, the disperser of darkness, the bestower of blessings. When I say teachers it does not just mean school or college teachers. It includes all those individuals from whom I have learnt important teachings of life in bits and pieces. It includes first and foremost my Mom, Baba and my Sisters- my teachers at home. I show my gratitude to all my school teachers, to my friends, seniors , juniors, may be strangers, all from whom I have learnt at any point of life. Everyone’s contribution counts in making me what I am.

This teacher’s day post I would like to dedicate specially to one of my old school teacher whom I am very fond of,  Dinakar Sir.. I wrote few words in recognition of Sir’s role during last year’s teacher’s day. I would  like to post that article for all my friends to read.. A very Happy Teachers Day to all teachers who keep doing their parts to mould people’s lives..

'IN THE MEMORY OF MY TEACHER'
When one hears the word teacher different ideas come to one’s mind. Some view a teacher as an epitome of knowledge, as a personification of magnificient leadership, for some they are simply none other than persons with heart  that are passionate, caring, lively, and practical and for some others they may be symbols of fear and strict discipline.
When I hear the word teacher I visualize him as a person to be looked forward with awe and respect, a person for whom love and reverence flows as a spontaneous feeling, one who tickles our thoughts, inspiring us to aspire for big ideas and most importantly one who helps pupils know their own potentials. They transform the saplings of mind into fruitful blossoming trees. They are the ones who hone our potentials to make us shine like exquisite pieces of diamonds. No doubt that teachers play a pertinent role in grooming each individual’s life. 

From the very childhood we come in touch with many teachers-at school level, at college and many more in the teachings of life. Some teachers stir our knowledge base and thinking and some others are simply soul stirring. When most of us think of a person to be a good teacher we tend to equate them either to be persons whom we can see next to our parents in terms of the teachings of academics as well as of life or just those persons who master their fields of knowledge. There are those few selective teachers whose words of appreciation and encouragement keep haunting our minds always. 

In my schooling days too I came across many dynamic personalities as teachers, one among who had been Mr. Y. Dinakar- more commonly known as ‘Dinakar sir’. Sir had been dedicated in the field of teaching science and mathematics to high school children for over forty years- giving them real lifetime experiences.

For the first time, I met Dinakar Sir in the year 2009 when I was in Std IX. In my first class in his tuition, we were asked to solve few Maths sums out of which majority people could not solve and then what followed made me feel really  irritated. In the very first class Sir started correcting us on a very serious note. My feelings then about Sir’s first class was not very engrossing. For me it was more discouraging and for a moment I thought as though I was trapped. But, slowly we got used to Sir’s unique way of teaching or perhaps we got used to his witty remarks. Every word of sir resounded with tones of virtue. Virtues not just of physics, chemistry or biology but virtues also of  being a good student, a good child, a good citizen and more about being a good human.

We usually had sir’s tuitions after school at an odd hour- two in the afternoon. But his classes had so captivating power that even after the tiring schedule of school, it kept pulling us throughout his lecture of one and half hours. Hardly can anyone make subjects like Physics and Maths so interesting for school pupils. With the practical daily examples and the neat diagrams that he drew on the board made our classes more interesting. His attitude towards teaching students, keeping their view points in mind distinguished  him from the rest. Always he kept encouraging students to think logically and more importantly encouraged us to ‘speak our mind out’.

Sir’s classes were not just restricted to Newton’s laws of Motion or Laws of reflection and refraction or Ohm’s laws or Pascal’s Law or Periodic Table but they went beyond that. His analysis of the different scientific principles and their interpretations used to make our work easier. Sir’s jokes and subtle sense of humour always made the class lively. More lively than this were Sir’s angry tones which didn’t make us fear him rather made us more duty bound and more indebted to him  for his right advice in the right point of time. Sir’s  towering personality amazes me even today. His  classes became so interesting that cycling down 5 km for a 6:30 am lecture in winter mornings did not feel tiring. 

In the short span of two important years of my life that I spent in Dinakar Sir’s classes can never be forgotten till my last breath. Towards the end when the boards came near and tuitions were to stop forever, I felt  that seeing Sir’s face and listening to  the various theories from him had become a kind of addiction which I never wanted to leave. Even today if I get an opportunity, I would like to sit in his class once more, once more be back in those frolicsome tuition days filled with fun while learning. His words of wisdom guide me even today. Dinakar Sir’s values are like my life’s principles. His worth is no less than my parents. Indeed I feel privileged being the very few persons to have come in contact with such a great teacher in my life, more importantly such a great human. Now when Sir has stooped teaching students I feel sad for those juniors who got deprived of having had an opportunity of being taught by Sir. On this teacher’s day, this article stands as a tribute to Dinakar Sir’s efforts in maneuvering hard in making me what I am today. Surely I am proud to say that I have a teacher as ‘Dinakar Sir’.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Hogging in Pune :)

“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.” ~ George Bernard Shaw.

Which living being on earth doesn't want to satiate with a good and deliciously sumptuous meal? 
As Oscar Wilde once said,“After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.” 
This is the value that food holds in our lives.  Its truly said that 'Cooking' is an art, an art that requires lot of passion and patience to turn any simple food into good food.
From my little experience of cooking and baking I can tell that it always feels great when you make something may it just be a simple salad. That simple salad can turn to be the dish of the meal if we add to it little interest. One whole year in Pune taught me several easy recipes ( most being fraud ones ;) Ample of time at hand led me into experimenting good no. of dishes,every time treading into a new dish with more enthuse and confidence.. For me the secret behind food is how you finally present it. That's what will leave many with hunger pangs and desire to cherish your food..
So staying away from home is not that bad an experience because you always have the liberty to make something good to eat, may be better than what Mom's make at times.
You are special so treat yourself with good home food...

Here are some of the easy ones that I still cherish...
Happy eating time :)






Fruits are one thing I love to eat.. but this one is my personal favourite... Fresh watermelons~ Boon for scorching Summer heat.
Fresh Salad and Soyabean Carrot Rice...
Crispy Corn and Banana in milk..

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Its Anniversary...



An Anniversary is a time to Celebrate the joys of today, memories of yesterday and Hopes of Tomorrow ~ Anonymous
June has always been my favorite month for many special occasions lined up for the month. June shares Mom’s birthday and my birthday as well. Another extraordinary event which is close to my heart is Mom and Dad’s anniversary.  
How it all began...starting out on one small stormy noon.....who knew these lovely people, would become each other’s mate. They have sailed through this journey with its many ups and downs. It is true that chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through years….
Ever since I have seen my parents as a couple, despite the many differences in thoughts, opinions, way of leading and philosophizing life, they have come to a common stand always and that is what has helped them remain true and happy in this wonderful relation lasting for the last thirty two years. Love and concern for each other has always nurtured and grown with each day. They have reserved their warm relationship amidst all the social obligations and times of worry. Their common professional background has been their shield and times of distress have made their bonds stronger. May all the Happiness you have known through the years, continue through the years to come…each passing year happier than the last.
Though your anniversary was on 2nd June, the day that we rejoiced lavishly, it is never too late to wish for this beautiful event with a blog post.
In recollection of the amazing years spent together, here is the post on Atma’s Musings~ dedicated to celebrate the happy times of the past with these few photos. As you recall your years together, remember the best is yet to come…

A Very Happy Marriage Anniversary Mommy and Daddy...







Sunday, 11 May 2014

Happy Mother's Day


“The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father”Samuel Taylor Coleridge.


It takes a lot to be a mother in its real sense.  George Eliot once said, “ Life began waking up and loving my mother’s face”. From the day I opened eyes and saw the world, the most treasured sight was that of my mother. Her soft caress and pleasing words cascading through the ears have always been the ultimate balm for the hurt heart and soul.

From the faint childhood memories that hovers in my mind about my darling mother is that of a Lady accomplished and competent in all facades of life. From being an over enthusiastic professor, a charming and melodious classical vocalist, a loving wife, a dedicated daughter, from among all, she has stood out as an adorable and doting mother.

The role of a mother in any one’s life is unsurpassed. Where I stand today at the fork of life, whatever qualities I have say it be artistic or humanistic, all is the undying efforts and endeavour of my mother. She has taught me not just how to be a daring person in life but to be always true to oneself and above all being righteous and virtuous.

Being a Government employee, managing household chores is really difficult. Not all can be master at both. But mother has splendidly maintained the fine balance. Sometimes I really wonder with awe at the contribution mother has made to nurture three kids, to help them seek their distinctive identity and help them evolve as a better human each day. She has been the most looked forward person among all her colleagues as well as family. Wherever I have gone being recognized as her daughter, praises about mother have always filled my ears with great mirth. She may always be the punching bag of my anger but truly speaking I can never reach out to even half of the excellence she has attained in managing her kids and her work. I may hurt her with words but mother has always unconditional kindness and love. I don’t even remember if anytime mother spoke even rudely to me. How mother deals with every situation, even the worst of hurdles of life with great equanimity in future is an art which I always aspire to conquer someday.

Anything good I possess about which I can boast or at which others look up being captivated, all are the colours of mother’s glorious efforts. She has been a mentor, a well-wisher, an adviser, an idol and a friend forever. At all times of happiness or worries the one person who comes in mind always is mother. Even at times of distress when the heart cries out loud, the first word that is spoken by the most ruthless hearted person’s mouth is “Mother”.

Music is one very treasured legacy that all of the sisters have received from mother since the time of birth. I still remember as a child how I used to sit with rapt attention and much fondness to listen to my mother when she used to dispense music lessons to my siblings. Though I was in a very tender age, but I always tried to imitate her in all aspects.

Honesty, righteousness, knowledge, grace, elegance, poise, beauty of soul and heart, unconditional love and benevolence, mother personifies it all. All other virtues existent on this earth can be summed up in one word “ Mother”. I remember how my mother at moments has sacrificed her greatest things for her children. It is only a mother’s heart that can make her do this. None else can do it without having any regret.

Words will fall short if I pen down all the virtues of my lovely mother. As a friend of mine rightly said today “ Everyday is Mother’s Day”. True even if we celebrate everyday as Mother’s Day, a mother’s involvement still can’t be well paid off. Love you Maa for all you have done and even if I take ages I can never pay it off but always I can make efforts to make you happy and proud, probably that is how I can to some extent work at it.

On this Mother’s Day, I dedicate this post on Atma's Musings~ to not just my mother but to all the mothers in the world..

Take a break to just think of what all has a mother done in making your life and show her the reverence in some way and not hurting her anytime because mother is the one who can give away her life with a smile for you..

A very Happy Mother’s Day  Mommy….
Lots of love and affection for you and really missing you….



Mommy.....
Good old times spent at home with Mom and dear sisters...
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

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