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My Peninsula today : 

 

I try not to look at the papers, the first one and half pages of the Times are Real Estate rearing skyscrapers- neighbor to ‘300 corporate offices’ & HDFC bankers swearing by Galaxy S9+, after which you finally get to the Times’ official Pg1Image result for photos of shiradi ghats

Nice weather, Bangalore 25 deg. C, cool shade, no thunder wails here- pic below is my home town (half a day’s journey from here) Mangalore Coastal ghats;

travel by rail Shiradi Ghats hosts some insane bridges. I am seriously stressed out by heights but the terrain is  beyond beautiful- old world mist and mountain before you roll into Coast. Was thinking on that and trying not to look at our Burari mass suicides, Delhi. Whyyy?

But look at this, TO KEEP KIDS IN SCHOOL TEACHER TURNS INTO DRIVER..ferrying 20 students, 4kms to school and back in his car across a forested stretch by a river, dangerous during the rains..” my hero for the day;

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beats chatter of Medical/Engg college fees that dwarf real estate prices, how do they do it? There’s that/ and there’s the nice Pediatric Neurologist at our son’s regular checkup-

he would not charge us his consultation fee, never mind colleague Eye Doc shearing me up with her nice brown eyes,

“… are you qualified to teach your son?”

We’d never met before, I was groaning inside at the amount of work this was going to take. Our kid is blind, not deaf, don’t talk loudly at him… that kind of thing.

I said I’d been a teacher (didn’t tell her that meant assisting my mum through college hours, that I’d been street school play teacher- my forte : non-academic fun, staunch believer in the University of Play therapy, ‘course  I did not tell her, I’m not suicidal);

Eye Doc, (re- re – confirming our son Joh was / is technically blind, and since there isn’t adequate education for him), puts us on to a person ‘who could train Joh for a certain fee.’ I looked at her through slits in my soul and told her our son could stand not structure, hadn’t we tried Integrated Education, and near every school in the city;

my husband, a gentleman – led us out that valley of the shadow of Edu- care at its darkest;

Neuro Doc honorary Medical Superintendent, took my wildly trembling arms in his hands and whispered that he had good reports about us from Open Schooling Chief herself,

outside the Center there’s kids in wheelchair, kids with popcorn,  a mother feeding her very young child rice and pickle, they were smiling and tired; our 3 pm sun hidden by clouds, like now. Yeah its a Peninsula pickling with the times

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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.

 

This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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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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Stunning pictures

Images are forever

please,

do not let pornography spoil it

please…

( and these yukky ads too !)

 

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The Power of Words

What did you just say ?

Was it what you felt, deep there

where no one’s looking –

 

 

 

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Happy world Photography day !

August 19th – World Photography Day  :The First Photograph, or more specifically, the world’s first permanent photograph from nature, was taken by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in 1826 or 1827. The image depicts the view from an upstairs window at Niépce’s estate, Le Gras, in the Burgundy region of France. Niépce’s invention represents the origin of today’s photography, film, and other media arts. 

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The  world’s first permanent photograph from nature,  Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in 1826 or 1827. vview from an upstairs window at Niépce’s estate, Le Gras, in the Burgundy region of France. Niépce’s invention represents the origin of today’s photography, film, and other media arts.

 

…history of World Photography Day dates back to 1839. The French government announced the invention of Daguerreotype photographic process developed by Louis Daguerre as a gift free to the world on August 19th of 1839.

Almost everyone of us has once tried to try the art and shoot some man or nature. The cameras ranged anything between an old film camera to present day digital cameras or even our cell-phones.

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Some kids going to school

Each one of us see the world in a different way, thus pictures are undoubtedly the best platform to showcase our vision. Photography also helps us document different moments, so that they can be enjoyed over and over again in the future. At times these old memories are a reason to smile on “in vacant or in pensive moods.”

You aren’t wealthy until you have something money cannot by. GARTH BROOKS

 

 

Never worry about the gear you are using…just go ahead and click the moment with whatever equipment you have,as once you miss a moment its gone,forever…So happy clicking! ! !

 

 

 

The First Photograph, or more specifically, the world’s first permanent photograph from nature, was taken by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in 1826 or 1827. The image depicts the view from an upstairs window at Niépce’s estate, Le Gras, in the Burgundy region of France. Niépce’s invention represents the origin of today’s photography, film, and other media arts. Learn more about the First Photograph through the links below.

Who was Joseph Nicéphore Niépce?

How was the First Photograph created?

What is the story behind the First Photograph?

What does the image capture?

Can I make my own virtual heliograph?

How does the Center take care of the First Photograph?

Where has the First Photograph been displayed?

EARLIEST KNOWN AERIAL PHOTOGRAPH

http://raeindia.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/restaurant-bill-from-1985/

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Thank God I’m not a mollusc or something…

WHAT I READ LATELY ON U TUBE – … Sy123 1 week ago   ” Thank god i’m not a mollusc or something. I wouldve missed out on knowing these beautiful things…  ” 

English: Notocypraea piperita Gray, 1825, a mo...

 

 

 

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Dear God, when You said nothing…

( Inspired by Moments at prayer)  

 

 

 

I sat in the benches yesterday

they were praying,

You said nothing,

neither did I,

till all went quiet, no one spoke, nor uttered a

word;

in the silence of that, Something stirred,

walked,

then sat beside me,

dear God,

what was It ?

Like sunshine spilling deep within and

out my ears ; like a healing cleansing revealing

redeeming fire, a strength in my weakness

a stream in my desert, a Light in the dark.

I did not open my eyes, shut them tight : what if I

saw You sitting there beside me… why didn’t I ?

As I write this, everything stirs,

dearest God, like leaves of trees planted by streams

of Living Water, like plants standing tall in earth’s Deserts ,

like a harvest of unspoken words, in all our disbelief…

When You say nothing at all, You are near,

so very near,

I open my eyes and see You

open my Blinds,

touching my fears.

When You say nothing at all,

You are near,

so near..

….

 

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Earth’s Open secrets

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Cucoons – like us, deep inside, waiting growing, breathing, living dying, breaking, tearing, crushed, expelled, shed skin and diminished, to excel ;  shellled, to spread wing, from little feet to skies….

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The Right to Not Remain Silent

700,000 girls killed in India per annum / 7 million in this  decade.’Unsettled city female-foeticide-

  Azadi ke baad…”  ( after independence …  )  66 years later – today,

” Do I have Rights, Ma ?”

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 I am stirred by one young lady Mittal Patel  ( with TEDxGateway at Mumbai this year ) who recently worked relentlessly for 50 lakh Indians  and gave them a Voice ; even embarrassed at my luke-warm existence,grateful for a writing opportunity  IDEA CARAVAN that got me listening to the Pulse of a Nation that is mine and I only sniff  at the stench of ‘ de- notified Peoples ‘ –   no ration cards/ voter id cards/ no right to marriage nor saying NO to Prostitution.What tis a DE- NOTIFIED PERSON ?  Watch this…      

( India has more than two thousand ethnic groups wikipedia.)

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English: Gateway of India in Mumbai, India. Fr...My response to the above Video,could be summed up in the following two lines ; supported by the rest of this post.

We need Government endorsed social security to every female foetus, girl, woman, older woman, ensuring the right to marriage, pregnancy, Safety, lower to upper middle class. if this is made official and happening, we might save at least half of India’s female population. ( 940 females / 1000 males. Indian Population : 1.27 billion, 2013.)

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What is a third class citizen, why are girls killed in this Age of red-carpet haute couture , Miss India, Miss Worlds/ Universes/ Asia- Pacifics,Ms Earths,Indian women PMs …with due respect, are we zeroing in on  ‘Casteism & Dowry’ ;  see Ban on Sati, the eradication of leprosy..

The Video above displays  horrifying Statistics and one Person, in the face of National Apathy. Am equally amazed that her work paid off, through all the hours of research, unearthing data, the times some may have politely asked her to just go home and be a woman. That’s what she did. SHE WENT HOME TO  THE REAL INDIA, AND WAS A REAL WOMAN. Please note : the Govt. of India did NOT turn a deaf ear to her.

Yesterday, at a Resort with Caravans , we saw six Caravans immobile due to expenses, petrol. The Air Conditioner  also had Issues with Local load shedding electricity cuts ;  two reasons  for Static but nice caravans, no Takers.

A CITIZEN-CARAVAN-Style – PATHWAY  VIA  UNTREAD AREAS WILL ONLY WORK, IF IT HAS

*  Mobility – GET EVEN ONE POWERED CHIEF TO ‘LEAD INDIA‘ IN AN ORGANISATION THAT GIVES VOICE TO NAMELESS- HARASSED IN THIS BRACKET, AND I WILL PERSONALLY ASSIST HIM/HER.

Dharavi Slum in Mumbai, India

** Govt approved ‘ Authorisation, TREAT FEMALE VICTIMS OF VIOLENCE( foetus to adult), AS A PEOPLE GROUP. GIVE THEM CREDIBILITY, unearth OFFENDERS( Read : Social Security )

***  if it has got everyday citizens like me, to trust it, promote it. Make this an appendage to every board meeting . After we have had our bread and butter and jam, please open a HUMANITY BAR : A PLACE WHERE SOME OF US RECOGNISE WOMEN  WITH NO VOICE. Citizens need body guards too – we regard the Govt as our Body Guard. Am I wrong my Parliament ? This is a Living Uttarkhand 24×7.  We saw  your helicopters LIVE recently ; what we lack are helipads in these back lanes, unreachable … because?

If this is ignored, you know why we have stagnation. 

Last week my husband and I met a couple ( childless) who had just adopted a little baby girl. They both work at a South Indian Hospital, a place that has seen the death of girl babies/ dowry burns, deaths due to casteism, human sacrifice, kidnappings, you name it. (Yes, people here are scared to have daughters.Esp if they are the ‘ low caste’ sections of society, can you blame them ?). One day our friends got a distress call from a woman in labour. ” Please save my baby. They will kill this one also..”This couple ( our friends) took this baby girl in with much joy, the mother  told of the gruesome way in which the other four babies were killed. Her husband stamped them to death, and was proud to say so, officially. HOW?  In an age where we, as Indians are worried about road/ tax offence, we are still ( read Mittal’s’ report posted above) blissfully co-habiting a Nation with DE-NOTIFIED PEOPLE, not just among nomads and mountain/ desert tribes… we own graveyards of unborn girls and new wed brides and rape victims, LIVING DEAD cursed with the worst disease of all Ignorance of a DIRTY HABIT > Citizen Apathy & an Official Tolerance to Murder of Female children, ( stemming from deep rooted disregard for the Indian Female).

 

13 years ago a little baby met us – she was found by the Police, wounded, scarred… abandoned, dying in one of Mumbai’s leading hospitals. Why was she mauled ( not sexually) – who wanted her dead ? She is beautiful of heart and spirit. I pray one day she will have the courage to face the truth,that she will make peace with the deal Life dealt her, good bad or ugly ; that she will be a woman to reckon with. that She will hold her head high.  My husband and I will always say she adopted us.  As I write this, am thinking of the many thousands within the womb of India, unborn, dead or dying   – what use will this post  do, am an ordinary citizen, a woman and a mother. But if  we can shed Tears Of Peace , then maybe we are feeling the right emotions at least.                           

                                               WHAT CAN THE BASIC INDIAN CITIZEN ASK, GIVEN  OPPORTUNITY 

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English: An ethnic Wife / Kutia Kondh tribal group in Orissa, India. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

1. SOCIAL SECURITY,  A NOTIFICATION OF THE INDIAN WOMAN AS A PERSON WITH THE RIGHT TO LIFE – EVERY UNBORN BABY, EVERY GIRL CHILD AND WOMAN. Self-Help groups will make a difference, if they own Govt.security.

2. A CERTAIN CLAUSE THAT GRANTS OFFICIALS/ COMPANIES/INSTITUTIONS/ AGENCIES THE RIGHT TO INVESTIGATE SUCH CRIMES ..   we support trees and parking lots.Even plastic bags and blogs are protected. With all this Technology in our Laps,can we not support ONE other unknown Indian, as a Group ? 

3. I ASK FOR PEOPLE WITH FUNDS AND POWER TO ADOPT GIRL BABIES IN WHATEVER WAY – NOT JUST financially,CAN A COMPANY NOT PLAY GUARD TO VICTIMS  ?  CAN EMPLOYEES NOT PART WITH Rs. 100/- PER WEEK TO THE CARE OF ONE GIRL CHILD. EDUCATE HER/ TALK TO HER FAMILY, IF THEY ARE AGAINST IT.  NO ?

4. I ASK FOR OUR NAMELESS MILLIONS TO PLEASE BE WATCHED. IF WE HAVE VIDEO- CAMERAS IN HIGH PLACES, CAN WE  NOT HOST GOVERNMENT SURVEYS IN  EVERY INDIAN VILLAGE TO ROUT THIS EVIL / EDUCATE TRIBES AND VILLAGERS, EVEN URBAN TRIBES IN OUR ENDLESS CHAPTERS OF SOCIAL VIOLENCE.  NO ? WHY ?  HOW IS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE PRETTY AS COMPARED TO OTHER CRIME ?      IF THE GOVT CANNOT, THEN PLEASE COMPANIES, BARONS, KINGS, PRIESTS OF U – TUBE AND MOVIES,  ( KUDOS AAMIR KHAN JI), UNEARTH OUR DIRTY SECRETS. TRACE BLOOD that flows briefly, then dissolves  in a wash of society’s latest gambols.

5. I ASK FOR AN OPEN GOVT.APPROVED ADDRESS WHERE WOMEN CAN LODGE COMPLAINTS, LIKE EVERY OTHER CRIME, AND BE TREATED AS MURDER VICTIMS, EVEN IF THEY ARE BABIES. . Will we be provoked enough  when our own kids have husbands who hate girls ?

This contempt for women has reached a pitch like never before; who has any right to kill his bride / his unborn or born female child/ a neighbour woman, via rape, via infant foeticide, via apathy, via immobility and  a self-centred existence…

If EVERY  Street,Taluk, District, Village, Town, State, City hosts a Sponsored Shelter for Families in distress, I want to know who will stop it. We as Indian Citizens reserve the right to know who our real offenders are. ONE such Centre Officiated by the Prime Ministers’ Office will do. This is 1.27 billion+ , what will tomorrow be like….

6. AM ASKING INDIAN TEXTBOOKS, TO OWN AND PROMOTE A CHAPTER AT LEAST, EDUCATING OUR KIDS & FAMILIES ON SOCIAL EVILS, THE KIND MENTIONED IN EVERY VIDEO ON THIS PAGE.

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PLEASE. Where are we headed ? 5-husbands-who-are-all-BROTHERS/1 wife   ( Weird ; for some reason that woman in link is smiling. A brain washed very young uneducated woman will accept anything ?  There are details in records, so sick you might recoil ; let the unsaid speak ).

This Post inspired by Franklin Templeton Investments partnered the TEDxGateway Mumbai in December 2012. honored to be Indian Innerdialects.                                                                                                                                     

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This Post would not have been possible without the invaluable presence of India.
Ma

 

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