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Indian Potpourri IIISouth was simply superb. Josh had reached God's own country-Kerala. The profusely viridiscent landscapes glided past in slow motion as he ferried the lakes. There is the immensely variegated boat race festival known as Onam. Long boats are oared by brown, sinewy men-each one vying to win the race. The women dress in white and gold, slowly sway, carrying small mud lamps around colorful patterns drawn on the ground with powders in every imaginable color called Kolams also called rangolis in the north.
Huge elephants are indispensable during Onam. The pachyderms are scrubbed by the proud, smiling Mahouts in lakes and then adorned with red and gold brocade and paraded with howdahs (saddles).This is the land of Kathakali,the indescribably complex, holy and radiant dance-danced by an all male cast. They sit for hours together and paint their faces predominantly with greens, reds, black and yellow and emote subtly yet articulately displaying a plethora of histrionics-pomp, pain, piety and pur
Indian potpourri IIKarnataka- the painted sign proclaims (in three languages).The train grinds to a halt. The smell of metal is in the air. It's been a grimy journey. But eagerness and anticipation fills Josh Hartlett as he has reached Bangalore (Bengalooru)-all cosmopolitan. The itinerary says it was known as the pensioner's paradise a few years ago. However urbanity has hit it and made it more urban than most other cities. It is inhabited by a few foreigners. It was easy for Josh to see why. Its temperature was more pleasant than other cities.
It is also known as the garden city. It has plenty of greenery. But it was sad as he realized that pollutants are taking their toll. There were the green, cool gardens- Lal Bagh, Cubbon Park-to name a few. He found decent food in Bangalore- Pizzerias, McDonalds, and KFC… Quaint British villas hobnobbed with huge skyscrapers.
He found most people speaking good English, Hindi and Kannada.
This is known as the Silicon Valley. He found colossal IT parks with delegate
Happiness is...A red gold sunset
A baby's gurgle
A mother's curls on the nape of her neck
A toothless smile
A distant laugh
A cheerleader's scream
A sailor's ahoy
A home nearing on a cold drizzly evening
A steaming mug of cocoa with a warm book beside
A sister's kiss
Chaos or CosmosIt's amazing....How the greatest anthropologists cannot unravel the biggest mystery ?I would choose the most flabbergasting and bewildering mystery as the human psyche,the essential soul within the Homo Sapien.It is as if we are trying put together the jigsaw puzzle of human race-its beginning and evolution.But the more we conclude the more baffling it gets.Our religions have developed mythological and fantastic theories of how we originated...
To think of how only two percent of the human brain functions.The rest is a colossal waste.Imagine if we could harness all the positive potential that we could build upon and work together with a common goal.But we let our petty differences and foibles rule and stifle our common motto-the ultimate human revolutionary evolution...
Shouldn't we be applying the 'agree to disagree' and 'win-win' strategies to iron out differences and ego clashes between us.After all this body and our personalties are perishable.
The idea of Nirvana is a bit too far-
NavratriNavratri, has the literal meaning nine nights (alliterative!).Celebration takes place for nine consecutive nights. The very mention of the word brings poignant memories The lights dancing along the heavily brocaded Ghaghra cholis. The mirror work beautifully formulated by some unsung artists. A million sparkle-spangled, vividly-hued, intricately embroidered full skirts swishing. Softly tinkling silver bracelets, anklets moving to the exotic rhythms. Hordes of smiling women with foreheads intensely beaded with perspiration. They pant while dancing but have ecstasy writ on their countenance.
The staccato rhythm never pauses while they pirouette. They carry decorated foot-long sticks and clack There's the unfailing beat .
Myriad hues reds, yellows, greens, blues. Gyrating fast and slow. There's the sweetmeats they gorge on to keep their pep. Icecreams, Aam ras, chats. The nights go by They dance till the wee hours of the dawn. Special provisions are made. There i
Blind beliefsJosh learnt the history of India piecing together the events that were narrated by a slew of people including the sants (the beggar monks that claimed to be in a state of renunciation), the merchants (vending all and sundry), the "guides" (who told scarcely credible stories of how, when, where and why the tourist spots existed), the palm readers and astrologers, the eager bystanders who nodded (the very oriental nod) and elatedly spoke gibberish.
He moved through the (high class) discotheques and through sleepy villages that had never seen power supply. There was rubbish strewn on roadsides some places and there were touching tales told of how people worshiped the Gods that took forms of trees, animals, human beings (yes, pantheism was rampant in India).He found it disconcerting that people, who were that sagacious and sane, worshiped snakes (often offering milk to the hooded asps called cobras) and the bloodthirsty Kali (mother Goddess).They had deities and demigods that ruled over mo
TajHe had visited most tourist spots that India boasted of, including the pearl Mosque city of Agra (at its bewitching best on a moonlit night) he snapped copiously away at it. The scented night made deep lasting impressions in his memory. He visited Chandni Chowk with its myriad hued hawkers. The festive iridescence casting a spell in its native chaos
He was spell bound at the peddlers and their wares. He then inferred something. There would never be that merry gaiety and pomp contiguous with the rich, splendid culture that this
new world had offered him in his country. Behind the garrulity and (seemingly) rude conduct of these simple hearted, almost bucolic mannered people, there lay a warmhearted concern and solicitude that no one in his "developed" continent could ever hope to match. He saw these curios, antiques and artifacts that were tremendously well-crafted and painstakingly wrought.
He saw sophistication in the city created by Le Corbusier called Chandigarh.
He saw the vas
Paradox ParoxysmsOne thing that India did not lack in was variety. People were seen in a myriad of colors, shapes and sizes. And they did a multitude of tasks. Josh was in an awed reverie when he suddenly was shocked by a sharp slap on his right arm .He turned right in time to see a
cow ruminating lazily swishing her tail about. He just about missed a dollop of dung.
He resumed his journey afoot wary of the penny pinching tricycle driving autowallahs.
He, then was awestruck by something he had never imagined .
A Mercedes E-class. The classy silver colored luxury on wheels was turning around the corner. He was aghast at the paradoxes India was offering, every minute of his life
He passed by a mixture of sorts-raggedy beggars and street urchins ,men urinating and spitting some awful red stuff that corner shops offered as paan.
Piles of malodorous foods-Samosas (some kind of potato filled pastries), Bhel Puri-(something that had no valid name in the more civilized world he knew of), Sweets made
Indian welcomeWhat was that again? Josh squinted in the merciless sunlight. A sign that said in a variety of scrawls "Ramanand Rao-("A cuer for the incueribals-homeopathethic doktor with hypnatics and reversel of blake maggic"). He was riding an "auto"
-a kind of a modified tricycle that honked and blared with a hideous cacophonic noise.
Yes, he had passed by the same "market" at least twice before. He had no clue about the
viciousness (literally akin to the "vicious cycle") of these swindlers
The man was crazy. He kept ranting on in a language that he called "Inglees"
The "auto man" was gleeful alright (at leading the lamb to the slaughter) through the narrow alleys. Josh wildly gesticulated at the blithering idiot and put on his most authoritative voice and ended up yelling at the smirking, smug Autowallah.
They had reached a nook .It was a dilapidated building. Ah! There was the lodge
That said (in the by now familiar variety of scrawls)"Shanthi Niketan"
He jumped out and was immediate
The Storm - Chapter 2Rain was pouring down from the dark, moonlit sky. Through the torrent of water, a figure wrapped in a long, black coat, umbrella in hand. Turning into an alleyway, she approached a door lit only by a small lamp above it. Knocking three times, the door was soon opened and the woman was quickly let inside.
Inside was a bar and a single table occupied by one man. He wore a dark grey suit, as well as a distinct scar that ran down his left cheek. Holding his hand out as a gesture of welcome, she pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.
“I trust you brought what I wanted?” questioned the man in his low, gravelly tone of voice.
“Yeah, I brought it. I’m just worried that you haven’t kept up your end of the deal.” She replied as she slid a small envelope across the table to him.
Picking it up, he looked inside to ensure everything was in there. Quickly, his face became angry.
“Is this some sort of joke?!” He yelled, crumpling the empty enve
ninjago: LloydxReader Video game loveI have been wanting to do one of these Readerxcharacter things for a while, so bear with me. I'm thinking of doing ninjago and soul eater but tell me what you think about this one first
It was a few weeks sense the fight with the overlord, how the ninjas won was very exciting but it seemed ninjago was so peaceful now that they didn’t need ninjas. You looked out your window wondering if things will get exciting soon but sadly you knew that it wouldn’t. Your (h/c) (h/l) locks lightly swayed with the wind coming from the opened window that lighted your room. The way the wind swayed seemed so lovely and sense it was a spring morning, the air was crisp and the smell of leaves filled your nostrils. You chuckled as you watched Kai and Jay yell at one another again
“looks like there fighting again huh (y/n).”
you turned your head slightly to the right to notice Lloyd staring at you from your doorway. He seemed so at peace today, the way he looked at you with the most
Venturiantale and The reader Apocalypse Ch. 21Sorry this has been held off for a while; I was making plans for my stories ^3^
James the great?
SETTING: It was July now, two months had passed. You and the siblings been in a ran shacked home, about 2
floors and an attic. But now, you Jordan and Isaac had been walking around while Cierra and Bethany stayed home.
After hours of walking, you spot a little boy sitting on a rock, coughing up blood.
You walk up to the boy very cautiously, in case he was infected. He looks up at you and points a tree twig in your
"Dont.. come-" He starts coughing again. "Leave now pheasant!" He squeals. He seems to be very young, not older than
10. He has li
Water's Treasure Chapter 4: Our Love ThatSky lay on his bed, pillow in his arms and sunlight spilling in from beneath the curtains. Anxiety gnawing at his mind as he got up and dressed. Breeze gave a loud mewl as she pawed at his leg, Sky smiled at how adorable it looked.Sky had a light breakfast of toasted bread, Breeze packed away a cooked salmon after giving a meow of thanks. Sky wasn't one for procrastinating, but the fear of rejection made him fearful to even walk up to the door, so he kept busy cleaning dishes and grooming Breeze's orange tabby fur. It was late morning when Sky finally worked up enough courage to go, a shaky hand was placed on the doorknob and turned it.
"This is it, I hope I can fix this."
Sky swallowed as he pushed the door open, sunlight blinding him for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the new brightness. The golden eyed male tensed up, there in front of him dressed in all blue as usual stood Serudin. The blue haired male's eyes held a gentle warmth to them, he wore a soft and friendly smile.
Stay With Me (Levi x OC) - Ch. 6After the question had been spoken, neither Haruna nor Levi could continue to speak.
The two had continued to stare at each other for a few seconds, without breaking their immense eye contact, submerged in their own thoughts. Both of them trying to acquire a sensible answer to the question. Haruna’s eyes began to fill with worry, as Levi only stared at her with wonder and a bit of interest. Although, she took it as the opposite.
Right..this isn’t something the Corporal, or Levi, would simply answer with ease..or if he even wants to, that is. He shouldn’t fall for an impure wench like me..if he knew what happened, I’m dead, for sure..
Haruna had then turned her head away, hiding her tear-filled eyes. As Haruna took a deep breath, she felt Levi lifting his arm off of her shoulder and standing up, as well. She pulled her hoodie from her dirt-stained cloak back over her head, then lifted up her hand to wipe the tears away from falling. Levi had then walked ov
Shorties Volume 4Tomoko groaned, sitting in the small little chair. She couldn't feel the chair below her bottom, due to the rather thick pumpkin panties she was wearing below the baby blue uniform, all wrapped around a tiny little girl with black hair. She wasn't sure why she was like this, but she was. She was seated at a small, circular table, a bunch of other little boys and girls she only vaguely recognized, all paying attention to a high school girl that, after a bit of staring heavily, she noticed was the student council president, Megumi Imae. This just led to more confusion in the long run, really.
She thought back, wondering how this happened. She had come home from another awful day of school, sat in her room for hours, and went to sleep, as she usually does. The next morning, though, she woke up in a gigantic bed, decorated with pastel colors, and a giant wet spot at her crotch. This, of course, caused her to scream, bringing her mom into the room. She sighed when she saw her, putting her h
In Remembrance (Part 1)“Please! Please! Just let me go!” The pleas came from a man dangling upside down from a grate on the roof with a couple of lines. The figure he was pleading to was well known in the underworld as a cruel son of a bitch, or what I have referred to myself as "The Reaper". The man that was hung upside down was a well-known woman trafficker; I received an assignment a couple of days ago for a rescue mission that lead up to this particular situation that the man was in.
One of the wealthy business owners hired my services to retrieve his daughter. His daughter was kidnapped a few days ago and the trail of sin and crime lead to the DeLino family. The DeLino’s trademark was trafficking women from ages 16-50 to use them in foreign prostitution and club owners.
Denny “Ace” Daniels was dangling by his ankles as they were tied to the grate. I examined Denny as I took his hand, “The human body has around 206 to 208 bones that I can break. I want names and locati
Vore Tournament Battle 16: Isabelle VS Starfire
As the sun rose outside of the mansion, Runo slowly awoke from her slumber in the luxury room. Her breasts, and rear had both grown a tiny bit more overnight… Runo gave a yawn as she sat up in her bed, wearing only her bra, and panties as she had gotten used to doing… She looked down to Tigrerra, asleep in Runo’s cleavage, and smiled to her. “Morning Tigrerra!” Runo said with a smile, gently pressing her breasts together to wake up the sleeping Bakugan. Tigrerra slowly woke up with a yawn. “Good morning miss Runo…” Tigrerra said with another yawn. “Better get dressed.” Runo said as she got up from her bed, and walked over to the dresser. She opened the fancy dresser, and grabbed out her normal outfit. She walked over, and sat down on the bed, taking a whiff of one of the tropical plants that Viridi had had in here as she did so, and began putting her pants on. “I said it before, and I’ll say it again… The
TnM ~ Un Amor Inmortal ~ Capitulo 12Teníamos nuestras miradas perdidas en el otro, parecía que solo existíamos ella y yo. Todo a nuestro alrededor se evaporizó o esfumó. Tardé un par de segundos darme cuenta en que cada vez nos estábamos acercando más. Mi corazón palpitó con un poco más de fuerza por cada milímetro que me acercaba. Unos segundo después, ya estábamos dándonos un dulce y cálido beso. A pesar de que sus labios fueran algo fríos, me parecían dulces.
Thomas: *se vuelven a separar* Hoy es el mejor día de todos! - exclamé contento. Ella sonrió y pude ver sus colmillos.
Estaba muy feliz porque había besado a Thomas, y también porque no logré matarlo. Era bueno que ya no tuviera que ocultarle nada a él. Era el chico perfecto de todos lo modos posibles, era caballeroso, amigable, divertido, me ponía atención, m
Indian potpourriIndian food was at first unpalatable. Josh had been on an All India trek.He tried the Northern food that was available in every little shanty called Dhabas. It was mainly from a place called Punjab (lit. the land of five rivers). He grew to relish it. They offered bread made in a tandoor (a pot like oven).Fresh, hot and delicious. He tried tandoori murg (spicy chicken cooked in the tandoor), and kofta curries (vegetables/cheese, meat balls smothered in thick spicy gravies), kebabs (skewered edibles), Biriyanis (spiced rice) along with a generous supply of raw onions, curd, green chillies and lime wedges. The spices they used were mainly was garlic, onions, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, peppers, cashews….
Kashmiri food boasted of fruit-both dry and fresh .He began to enjoy Kashmiri pilaf (rice cooked with pieces of fresh and dry fruit) and naans and kulchas (pancake bread sprinkled with fruit as well) and ghosht (meat mainly mutton).Gujarati and Rajasthani food was succulent even in its b
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