Spring is here!

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The surroundings can be so deliciously distracting while driving these days . All the dull grey-green of winter in the fields near our area have started to show splashes of yellow - mostly Daffodils but some Forsythia bushes as well, that seem like they are on fire. I have to be really determined to keep my eyes on the road.


Having lived in the area for a couple of years now I even look forward to certain flowers I know will appear for sure in someone else's garden. I find myself asking V, "Could you, on the way to school check if the white Magnolia tree has flowered in the T~ Pub? If so I should drive along that road some time".

Walks take longer too. I walk along peeping unashamedly into people's gardens. There is an elderly couple who live along the path I take. They maintain a small very pretty front garden. I have never seen them but there is a small board amongst the neatly trimmed Hydrangea shrubs that says "Granny and Grandpa live here". I keep a regular check on this garden.

Mine is beginning to show colour too. The bulbs I planted in Autumn have started to push their flowers out from behind other plants.



I can't wait for these tulips to show their faces!

Sour Grapes

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Tried another small one:

Fox was hungry
Saw the grape
In a quandary
Could only gape

Stood on toes
Too high up
Jumped up and tried
Still high up

Fox turned around
Nose in air
"Too sour for me,
I don't care!"

The Blue Jackal

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'Beastly Tales' of Vikram Seth inspired me to write a well known Beastly Tale in my own verse. This is my very first attempt and comments are welcome.


Just outside a village
Beyond its very edge
Roamed a Jackal smart
Very clever in the art
Of sneaking into the village and out
When no one was about
Someone saw only later
That they now had one hen lesser.

As the Jackal got older
The sneaky one got bolder
One dark night the fellow
Decided he should follow
A path that took him deeper
Into the village center.

What he knew not
Was the small fact
That around the village center
A few dogs did loiter
This area they felt was theirs
And guarded it in pairs
They kept watch for ever
Lest someone else takeover
If they did spot a stranger
Then he better take cover

Walked the Jackal into this zone
And having observed no one
Ventured at once to inspect
If there were any hens to select
The dogs, they were alert so
Were at once on the go
They gave their warning with barks
And went in for the attack like sharks

Ran the Jackal for dear life
To avoid at any cost the strife
Ran he helter skelter
Looking for some shelter
Further and further he fled
But the dogs only hounded

Atlast saw the Jackal right ahead
Just as he thought he was dead
A yard with many clothes hanging
In the breeze gently swaying.
Lying about were many kegs and tubs
In between various shrubs

Jumped the Jackal into one
Giving thoughts none
As to what the tub held
As long as it provided a shield

Hearing the great commotion
The man of the house woke with great emotion
Through the window he gave a hoot
And told the dogs to just scoot
The dogs had to leave the kegs
With their tails between their legs

When all was calm and quiet
The jackal slowly slunk into the night
And finding a safe road to the forest
Lay down for a well deserved rest

He awoke soon at sunrise
And found to his surprise
Animals gathered all round him
And watching with faces grim
The moment they saw him awake
He saw a step backward they take

It was only then that he saw
Why they were watching him with awe
His coat no longer had its original hue
It was now coloured a deep blue
The Jackal now inferred
In what he had interred
The previous night he had hidden
At the village dyer's unbidden

The wily Jackal's mind whirred
The seed of an idea stirred
And up he stood majestically
And announced unequivocally
"I am your King sent by God Almighty
To look into your worries weighty
For don't you need someone wise
To solve problems life holds otherwise?"

The animals oh so gullible
Believed this evil dribble
And fell one upon the other
To please this intruder

From then lived the Jackal in luxury
For his subjects went to any misery
To gain favour with their king
Who found all this to his extreme liking
They brought him rats and rabbits
Juicy fruit and tidbits
They fed him crispy nuts and sweet corn
And cared for him till they were worn
If this continued, the Jackal saw
All his life he never had to lift a paw

But Alas there came an evening
When our friend was dozing
He was awakened by a sound
Which had an effect profound
The sound was the call loud and clear
Made by a leash of foxes somewhere near
The yearning he felt was indescribable
And in he joined with his own, fully audible

There was then a stunned silence all around
The beasts for a minute stood rooted to the ground
As it dawned on each hapless creature
That this was a jackal and no God's messenger
Thereupon with an anger limitless
Rushed towards the Jackal pitiless
The clever Jackal in a flash caught sight
Of the only route for him to take flight
He was off in a bound
Before the others could turn around

The Jackal, it was very clear
In those parts would not be seen again ever
But one thing was plain
And that was, that wisdom surely the animals did gain

The pleasure of reading to kids

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Last week I bought a book "The Voyage of the Arctic Tern" to read to V. Yes, V is now twelve and definitely beyond the age to be read to regularly. But I still try to steal the pleasure occasionally.
V and I started enjoying books together when he was still really small. A book in front of him would make any food go in without a fuss. So books who were always my great friends became my best friends. We also had the help of the lovely Karadi tales. Three year old V and I followed the pictures in the book while Nasiruddin Shah narrated the tales of Kala and Karupi and the Monkey and the Crocodile. Perhaps that is how V picked up some English though he only knew to speak Kannada.
Once V actually learned to read, we read to each other just so we could enjoy a story together. But it was a very short time before he could read to himself much faster than I could read aloud. So when the story was new and interesting he did not have the patience to listen to me. But he still liked me to read as he had his breakfast or dinner because he hadn't learned the trick of managing a book in one hand while eating with the other.
Since he had already become a voracious reader and had taken control of what books he read, I took this opportunity to read to him the books I thought were good but which he did not think were exciting enough. He didn't mind the book as long as I read to him.
Then came poetry. We have enjoyed reading Roald Dahl's 'Dirty Beasts' and 'Revolting rhymes' any number of times. I think Poetry should be read aloud anyway and if someone enjoys listening, nothing better. It had been a long time since then but recently I discovered Vikram Seth's 'Beastly Tales', a very enjoyable collection of stories written in the form of poems, and I was quite pleased to find that V still enjoys listening to me read. So I have brought home this big book which is a long adventure story written in verse which I hope to share with V. I wonder if it is ambitious. Perhaps. But try I will.

Jigsaws - Inspired by Rajk

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Rajk's jigsaw puzzle brought back lovely memories. I too have always loved jigsaws though I don't remember having any when I was a kid. Later on I am sure I enjoyed my nieces' and nephews' puzzles as much as they did. One delightful memory is of racing my nephew as we both worked on two different but same numbered jigsaws.

Then there is the memory of "Shakku". My dear niece visited me in Singapore in 2003. We had a delightful two weeks of sightseeing, shopping, eating out and so on. And then there was the outbreak of SARS. Holidays were declared, schools were shut and we were advised not to go out too much. So we were stuck at home. V received daily home work from school on the net. causing Shru and V both turning whole heartedly against modern technology for a while. I had recently bought a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. It was the painting of a pretty Chinese maiden in ancient dress standing in a forest surrounded by deer, hares, birds and even a couple of monkeys. Someone commented that it was the Chinese Shakuntala. Soon she was affectionately being called "Shakku". You could hear "I will start assembling Shakku, will you join me?" Apart from the small worry of SARS, the three of us spent some relaxing and enjoyable three or four days piecing together Shakku.

Of course H, having just returned from Hong Kong will also vividly remember sleeping in the drawing room for a week on self imposed quarantine.

Book shop is closing

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Our charity book shop is closing down next month. We came to know about it only two days ago. Naturally I am feeling really bad about it. We had not been making much profit these days, many regular volunteers had moved on and we had trouble finding new ones. But the shop meant a lot to many of us, both volunteers and regular customers.
For the last six months or so, whenever I was working, I was there really early in the morning, after dropping V off at school. I loved the sight of the shop as soon as I unlocked the front door. The rough wooden floor, the book lined walls, the smell of old books and the silence, the peace. I usually checked the mail, the rota, sent off a request for help to fill any gap in the rota, read the message book and then with an hour to spare before the other volunteer turned up and we opened the shop, I went upstairs, made myself a cup of tea and settled down to browse through any new books that had arrived. I will miss all this enormously.
I will miss the companionship of fellow volunteers. I will miss all the friendly customers. The elderly gentleman who always bought books on mathematics and philosophy. The lady who looked for good books for her grandchild. The University employee who came in at his break time. The Pakistani mother always looking for educational books for her kids. I will miss seeing the joy on a customer's face when I located in the store upstairs the book she had been searching for a long time.
Of course the shop was not run for the sake of volunteers or customers, but to make money for a cause. Since that was not being done to the desired extent, it had to go. But some of us will miss it sorely.

Last Leaf On The Tree

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Autumn is in. Has been for some time now. I am trying desperately to keep away the leaves from the huge oak tree in one of the neighbour's garden from invading my house. Every time I open the front door a few leaves step in uninvited. I have also been watching the leaves fall from the tree in my back garden. Yesterday morning when I was having my breakfast in the kitchen and watched the tree, I saw there were only three leaves and then soon there were just two and then finally, one. I rushed my son to photograph the tree.

Because it reminded me of something I had read a very long time ago.


I have a feeling a couple of others will know what it is, and they will write here and if they don't I will. Does it remind anyone else of anything?