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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.

What makes a person Rude ? ss-161216-yip-18_d9b16fd06c848a2e90e3d649508758d6-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

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


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


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

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

The day will come, only the dead will be envied. ss-161216-yip-17_d1a89f3c20634ba4f5070806a97c45d2-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

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.

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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My burden is Light

What ? I asked the one with the flowers,

and acres of naked skin,

” How can your burden be Light ?”


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

they were too busy to reply…


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

Gul Mohar

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

Silence of the  Sun.  RN ( India, Bangalore)

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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Get out of that box, He said

I used to think the world was a very large place…..

then I begin to meet the rest of me.

I never knew how much there was to this thing

called us.

Did you know ?

” See yourself,” He said,

” It will pull heaven

 into any hell..”

( From Naked Prayers )

Science Panorama


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Kingdom of the Child

Go on, get out, play,

get the feet off ground, hold tight

let go, kiss the sky, feel the wind rise

play like a child, then start your day.

Some call it Prayers, He said

with such a twinkle in His eye. And I may have thought God

did not know me anymore,

but I don’t think so

not any more.

He knows I need to

pray like a child

( our little girl who teaches us to ride against odds)

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I see You

I see You

With eyes of Faith,

thru’ streams of tears in desert we have walked together

miles and miles of land and sea, only You could have led me

only You. Who else could have held on, watched this long , re-created

made all things new

only You my God, only You.


pic courtesy Make the World a Better Place

Make the World a Better Place


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When Music Talks


Street Musician RNoel.Oil

Music Talks to me,

like nothing else – here there is little to misunderstand


to misunderstand.

On a musical note.

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The Art of Friendship

THIS BEAUTIFUL LADY ?  LIDIA TOHAR  Studio 101My Life, My Art  : Boca Raton, Florida

We met via FB, and she has ever ceased to amaze me with her talent and everything else that makes a woman a real human being. She worked against odds, and rode every wave, to get to Studio 101.  Art & Humanity drips through her Life,  across the miles, to where I live, surrounded by my own challenges. Every single time I go quiet, Lidia’s there on my wall…. ” Ray, how are you ?”

The day she opened her Studio, and I so wanted to be there too, she asked, ” Why don’t you write me a poem, I’ll paint it into the Show.”   It was something about, ” A Woman wears many hats…”

She couldn’t have known I was going  sitting upside down in a rollercoaster,  but here we were, somehow together in a  display of friendship, I will never forget. If you are anywhere near Florida, people, check out her Studio 101. You will meet a phenomenal Person.

 Good Morning Rayla, just a quick hello to you and the family. Hope everyone is well . Hope your still writing and painting and just being you. 🙂
    • RN   you just went and got better Tohar!
    • Lidia Tohar thx Rayla just like you we just keep getting better don’t we . Thx GD for our Art madness ! Getting ready for my next show tomorrow.
      • RN All the very best fabulous person, you ‘re always writing in and chinning me up. LOVE YOU. Allow me a Pic to promo you on any of my sites, if you wish.And do send in a quote of yours too. I’m TIRED Of all my own words ha ha
      • Thx  Rayla. . I never tire of your words..  love them! You can pull any picture you want from my work .As for my words . I shall say what I always say to people , “That if you dream it then you have it …


Lidia Tohar :

“Colouring my world with thoughts of love , happiness and magic. Color for me is all of that . Magic needs to exist in this world . Life is all about movement and change with that comes light and color . I journey each time I paint to wolds unknown but exciting and mysterious. The stories they tell are full of rich characters , symbols and places that unfold with each stroke I make . I never know where it is going to lead me I just know it will entice my Imagination and stir my passion and the is the thrill of it . In the act of Art I best understand myself. Alchemy for the spirit and soul. Believe in the magic of Art!!!! Life is all about that not just the day in and out but that which takes you and pulls you away to dream  for a while …Feed your spirit don’t die before your time.”

 LIDIA TOHAR  Studio 101My Life, My Art  : Boca Raton, Florida
Getting ready for my exhibition Friday . I am so tired ! Art is exhausting sometimes . The business of it . Have to wear many hats to manage the job of a women artist . Passion it is all about or madness or a bit of both ! Art attack in the afternoon before the rain ……


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I hold you close earth.

Your stories of love and birth,

laughter and verse,

crime and streets

of war and peace,

I hold you so close


my earth,


National Geographic photographer

1,000,000 Pictures


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India : Coffee,Usha Kishore,Vedas,and my suburban-sitar

FOCUS – Poetising IndianHeritage

Poetising Indian Heritage, my contribution,thank you so much Usha Kishore, guest Editor, Muse India, E-Journal, celebrating in this issue,Indian life, from Myths and Heritage, to coffee,temples, music, dance … For more read :

Extract :

Rayla Noel

Silences: Rayla Noel

Silences (from Naked Prayers)

Because more often than not,
I begin not to speak, and start to feel
the pulse of an earth dying to be heard,
the voice of my homes
homes i forgot i had
brothers and sisters i left, in my pursuit of
‘ peace’..
forgive me…my silence
teach me how to speak

Sitar Player

My father and I sat in the winter sun
yesterday; his eyes warm with Life
and I wondered that he could be like that
after so much illness, but Joy is a terrific

and I know Peace is a Sword, piercing thru’
striking Chords we chide, hide within our hushed
celebrations of Life.. Do you hear it seep-warm
stirring waiting – ah Joy is a terrific contagion
rearing Fires ‘ ...where the Head is held high and the mind

* where the mind is without fear … Rabindranath Tagore..


Focus – Poetising Indian Heritage
Usha KishorePoetry
Ambereen Visharam
Ami Kaye
Arundhati Subramanian
Ashoka Sen
Bashabi Fraser
Brian D’Arcy
Debjani Chatterjee
Karthika Naïr
Kavita Jindal
Mani Rao
Rayla Noel
Richa Joshi Pandey
Rizio Yohannan Raj
Shanta Acharya
Soumyen Maitra
Sudeep Sen
Tabish Khair
Usha Kishore
Vivekanand Jha
Winston Plowes Translations
Debjani Chatterjee: Of Sanjay Bhattacharya (Bengali)
Priya Sarukkai-Chabria: Of Aandaal (Tamil)
Shankar Rajaraman and Venetia Kotamraju: Of Gangadevi (Sanskrit)
Santhosh Alex: Of Rishabha Deo Sharma and Badrinarayan (Hindi)
Santosh Alex: Of Savithri Rajeevan & Abhirami (Malayalam)
Sarita Varma: Of Manuj Brahmapaad (Malayalam)
Usha Kishore: Of Kalidasa (Sanskrit)Essays
Kameshwari Ayyagari: ‘Sarojini Naidu – Poetising Indian Heritage’
Priya Sarukkai Chabria: ‘My Many Ramayanas’
Sutapa Chaudhuri: ‘Radha Poems of Sarojini Naidu’

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(via mobile )

I am Sooraj,an Engineering student and am

soooo passionate about my art ! ….

strange dat an artist took diz field…. ???



‘coz I believe…


Engineering is the highest level of art ,  am sure i can do somethng here  : Dedicate something in d Field of Mechanical  Engg thru my artistic skill & do my People and Educators proud…





Am from a middle  class family from Kerala Palakkad district. Mom, Dad and my sweet sister. I’m  sooo thnkful to God coz of ma lovely parentz,   becoz of  them  I could become an artist.



Dedicated to my friends.Sooraj B

Dedicated to my friends.
Sooraj B



Childhood waz colourfulll….with  storiez i gt from my mom and grandma…..also the beautiful landscapz of our villlage made me wonder evn in my childhood…


Colours from yesterday, waiting for new...SB

Colours from yesterday, waiting for new…


..actualy diz made me a greaaaaat lover of nature…..i started  to love rain trees river sun moon animalz birdzzz and allllllllll:)…..



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… slowly bcm a good observr of nature.  simple thingz lik the song of bird, glittrng of watrdrop at the tip of leavez,  the amzng colour scheme of sky and allllll….this awakened the  artist in me …



Sooraj New work in water colour



bcm an Observr of nature.  simple thingz lik the song of bird, glittrng of watrdrop at the tip of leavez,  the amzng colour scheme of sky and allllll….this awakened the  artist in me …

……am littil sad becuz  i still didnt conduct an exibition of my workz…...but i nvr stop Painting coz wat to say…. mmmmm itz lik my breath:)………………






this year i willl try ma level best to conduct an exibition smwer fa sureee:)……..and am also doing some art related part time jobs like jwelry designing , taking clasz fa kidzz etc……Am still waiting for oportunitiez  lik illustation of bookz, cartoonz, cover designingz etc…Love to sell my paintingz  / buy paintz and canvas  fa myself……heheheh…..

………………………………………………………………………About our country:::



itz too hard for an young artist to get recgntn here….and am totaly disturbed with all d HORRIBLE  thngz hapning n our country against women……espialyyy wt d hpningz n delhi recently…..the thng dat in every 19 minutz a girl z brutaly gt rapd n indiaaaa waz toooo shoking and shamfullllll…….poverty…corruption…..and alll diz must be eradicated. I LOVE MY Nation a lotttttttttt<3……




Innerdialect :


Sooraj Babu inspires me personally, to never give up. Am impressed by his  brilliance with watercolour works  : ( the pic of his ” Bridge” would not upload, so do visit the link that appears).

This Page is dedicated to People like Sooraj Babu who appreciate family, environment, childhood, friends, educators, hard work ; people who love their country, their women and families, who would say it like it is –

in a land of 1.20 billion, a young person stares thru’ indifference, doing what he can, between college hours, water colour, an FB account and friends on the Net, at home, his world filled with nature, people, good, bad, ugly, but he looks at the natural…just think what he can do for his nation   if we would let him.

If we would take a moment to appreciate people : whether they are making Bridges, chairs, paintings, food, if they are moms and das, if they are your sister, or class mate, what a difference it would make…


Thank you for reading this, have a great day.







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