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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

I asked my family if I was unlikable, I asked the dishes and newspapers, asked my morning tea and sadding– heart. Yeah Sadding. Like Madding Crowd. 

This morning, I looked at images from 2016, and most of them were images of loneliness. Someone somewhere was either hurtful or being hurt. Where are the dancers and restaurateurs ? The movers and shakers are all earthquake or badder news. You must pardon my grammer, its the way I feel today.

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What makes a nation Rude  ?
Why is there hate enough to birth students of Hate ? I do not know, but look at the pictures. There’s a few left, waiting for Hope

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I’m ashamed to even complain of small insults …. …

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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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We spare no one, nothing, to bless our own business

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Are we prepared ? Sure, this isn’t about Christmas trees. Should it ?

It’s a ‘ madding crowd ‘  like T/ Harding said. 🙂 We ache for Laughter. We are thirsty for real food, we hurt for naked joys – we are beggars of joy, peace. Sellers of smiles, agents of change like never before. We do not mean to be Rude. We just dont know any other way to get through the day.  There are ravines between us. Misunderstanding. Gossip. Evil schedules, agenda. we murder with sweet tongues. ss-161216-yip-43_b9bc04da4ce709297b898c6d66a0781c-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

These are the days we should cherish though. Colours have never been this beautiful. Movies, music, books, people, speeches – they are all pretty moving.

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We as a human race are more sensitive than ever before, more shaken, more privileged, more torn, more wise, more expressive, more cunning, shrewd, street smart, savvy, we are sharper, richer, faster, we are at our most beautiful, yes we are….

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Gift me a Smile, that I may give another today. I seem to have run out of Apps.

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‘Yes, but don’t go.’

Last night, all plates and dishes put away, the lights low in the bedroom where our youngest son went into his blanket ; the girls were yet to fall asleep, I peeped in at Joh, and he lifted that dark head calling me for a second kiss, then a whisper –

“Ma,I feel lonely.”

My heart missed a few beats ; it had been a long two months, there had been illness, a trip, school year starting over, uniforms that did not fit, unfinished assignments, a lingering cough and so many unfinished things…

“Why son ? We’re all here aren’t we ?”

“When you ‘re all busy with other things, I feel lonely,sometimes. “

Speechless, I hugged him close, closer, a third a fourth kiss.“You feel good now ?” 

“Yes, but don’t go.” He said nothing after that just smiled and the room filled with feelings I have no words for.

Human touch. How abused, misunderstood those two words are : and so very easy to ignore in all our busy-ness. We sat there an hour, not just Joh and me, but all five of us, an hour in that quiet gentle dark as the little ones fell asleep.

Dearest Lord God, the worst disease on earth : ‘loneliness’ and such a simple cure right from the mouth of Babes.

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My Precious …

My Precious Lord…

I fail to understand how You and I are one, at all : look at You, look at me, our differences span history, and yet here now, here like this after all this time I am still so startled by Your perfect Love…

What Child is this ? Sung by 

Andrea Angel Bocelli.jpgBocelli born 22 September 1958) is an Italian tenor, and singer-songwriter.[1][2]Born with poor eyesight, he became blind at the age of twelve following a football accident.

http://youtu.be/aZV53SuPMPU

Performed at the Olympics

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Earth Song

Colour me green, please, let the Light feed us, graze

our need, our greed ; with storms

of Peace, 

 

please ?

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Amazed by Grace

Top Post on IndiBlogger

 

It became common to have Lali say she was healed of her stomach ache, and that fresh air blew into her home, though the electricity had failed. We laughed a bit, like she was insane, even when she cooed over her plants and trees and spoke to unlikely people, gave them her smiles and food. And prayers. Lali aunty could irritate the pants off you, if you were not in the mood for her ‘ miracles’ and she had many stories to tell. ‘ Never take oxygen for granted’ she would say, ‘ ..also good clean water. These are our miracles. Or when someone is good to you… these are precious moments..”

Today, I realise these things are not common place, these are rare, and sacred. There are some things we must work for, and there are fantastic things that happen when we least expected it.

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Spirit RISE !

A Land can die in bits and pieces, rape is of many kinds, 

arm- limb ripped , prayer,vision or promise forgot -but ah the Spirit inside, when the spirit of man would rise,

what of arm or leg, or fear of foe ! Hear a force stronger than fear provoked….

Hope !

 


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Where the mind is without fear / and the head is held high.... where knowledge is free..where the world has not been broken up into fragmentsby narrow domestic walls.. where tireless striving..stretches its arms towards perfection…into that heaven of freedom my FatherLet my country awake…

I LOVE YOU LORD, AND I LIFT MY VOICE TO WORSHIP YOU OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD.

(SPEAK TO ME,LEST I FORGET THE GENERATIONS OF THY CHILDREN, WITHOUT VOICE,

LEST  I FORGET, MY GOD, IN THE NOISE .. SPEAK  

Soul-susbidy

Innerdialects’ version/AWTozer.

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My Father’s Eyes

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He had these tears,

like when a father is betrayed

it was the first time I wiped His eyes

when I prayed.

the first time here I felt a bit

what it must be like, to be hit

like that, oh dear God, like that

like when your own child steals Your Gold,

like warm food deliberately left out to get

cold.

How it feels like to be over ruled

envy, jealousy, pride, dear God, I never would have thought

You cried –

I never thought, how would I

this is not what mortals know –

what humans foil and demons throw :

humans can engineer two sides

two opposite sides…

yes it can make a father cry, but what I remember most is that

I dreamed I wiped Your eyes…

was that just a dream..

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Music from an Untouchable …

Music from an Untouchable ….

The room fell silent. Then he began to play – as if his soul were talking a new language. Here no one was asking details on paper.No one asked him his age or place of birth, his mother tongue, caste or creed. Why would they.Untouchable

via Music from an Untouchable ….

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My burden is Light

What ? I asked the one with the flowers,

and acres of naked skin,

” How can your burden be Light ?”

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To the trees stooped with night, I asked it again, but

they were too busy to reply…

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I went to the flowers in the fields, and they said it to me, again,

” My burden is Light, ” ;  they were pregnant with blossom, with drippy leaf and waiting showers,

confused I turned away

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and met a sky full of the sun, so full, it dawned on me, finally

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Yes, Light. Light. A burden, as in a ‘ carrying’, a torch borne, a Vision of Beauty, held.

I still cannot embrace it all.

How could I,

but today I read these Words that spoke back at me,

My Burden is LIGHT…

spilling off rooftops and sky, lanes and silhouettes, smashing shadows

shedding darkness like filthy rags,

oh brilliant burden, be mine, be mine!

Huts on Beach Hill. Oil, Acrylic  RN

Huts on Beach Hill. Oil, Acrylic RN

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Seeing with ears ECHO LOCATION

i HAVE POSTED THIS VIDEO ON ANOTHER BLOG OF MINE LYRIX&LIFE, but am fascinated by this one and needed to re-post, for I see my own son in it. This whole thing of Echo vision and sounds bouncing off objects, walls. People have asked how Johann moves without assistance of the cane or a guide. I am sure all blind people can use sound – do check this one out. Am crying LAUGHTER… …

when we re-located, from Mumbai to Bangalore, a rented house for few years, then a home of our own, it was so tough. But those were the years he grew, and learnt to talk, ask , vibe…

oh dear God, the problem was our answer :))))))))))))))))

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