A Visit to a Countryside Farm….

This is an account from-15th Feb 2014.

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Waking up to a bright sunny morning was an absolute bliss today. The sun rays sneak peeked through the chic dressing the window, and eloped into the duvet as though teaming up for more warmth!

I jumped out of the bed and rolled up the chic for more might of the sun. Confirming it to be a momentary change, I looked up the weather report on my phone. It felt like a festive excitement- to note that temperature would range from 8 degrees to 16 degrees, with a clear bright sky!

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My daughter’s love for running around hens and geese, made me plan a visit to a farm in the suburbs of Munich. I’m personally a lover of places- full of people in chaotic order! But, even though, this farm was far from the madding crowd, the moment we entered- I kind of slipped into its countryside exuberance.

I walked all around, as the strong scent of the woods filled my nostrils. There was a kind of vibrancy in the quietude of this place that fondled my vivacity. The quacking of the ducks, the clucking of hen and the cackling of geese with the splashing sound of water- made by the playful flapping of their wings- were all playing like symphony to my ears!

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The huddling of the sheep was so much like the team huddles- I witnessed, while at work, or while watching sports, or kids ganging up against their assumed opponents! And, as I kept treating myself by walking further down into the farm- the petite sun-bathing rabbit under the tree, the neighing horses, the smell of the haystacks, the smoky aroma of the food being cooked by the farm owners- it all manifested life’s vitality in its own unique style.

It seemed like a pristine day, spent in all its grandiosity with nature!

While narrating this experience, I’m also so strongly and amusingly, reminded of those many similar mornings that I woke up to and spent anyhow- for years while I got it. You must be thinking, what’s this woman up to- talking about bright sunny morning as though it’s some exquisite phenomenon! 

Actually, it does sound mundane- but only till we live for days without it! And then, we realize how fortunate we have been in waking up to a bright sunny morning- every single one of those days!

I marvel at nature’s way of teaching! Makes me humble enough to welcome its kindness for as long as it’s benign, and approach every single one of the coming days with full zeal for life- till its last sleepy hour!!! 

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Tell your Papppa (Papa) to….

My life till date has been full of twists and turns. So habitual to the drama element, that if it goes smooth- I fail to imagine it!

This is a comic scene epitomized- a diary account from March 2007. I had just relocated to Bangalore and was learning to drive. Like all novices, I tried getting my acts together by running short errands like- grocery shopping- on my own.

During those days, I was the type- “who once left her car at the turn of the road- blocking the traffic, only to walk down to another car stuck in the same traffic- asking the driver to help- pull her car to the side!” People who know this- would be laughing on this account. But that’s OK! Turnings, and parking in and out, were my most difficult driving activities then!

After grocery shopping from M.K Retail, I was trying to reverse my car in the open parking area, onto the adjoining service road. Despite incessant whistling of the watchman, I was nervous and damn slow at the act. To add to the misery, a White Scorpio vehicle zoomed in to stop- just behind my car!

If it was now, probably I could have tried reversing it diagonally. But then? No chance! I was sure to bang his “looked like new” White Scorpio. So, I started honking, before he got out of his vehicle- which kind of annoyed him. The 2nd watchman also joined his mate to tell off the man. This made him to move up his car to park into the parallel space beside mine.

And you know how you feel, when such stuck ups lose- I had my face beaming with joy and my ready to burst laughter, cooped up in my cheeks!   

Just then, I saw this fuming man in his all white attire, get out of his White Scorpio, and walk towards my car like a hissing wave. Yes! I was on- “on my guard” reflexes- centrally locked and power window keys pressed tight.

Before he came close to my car, I shut him off completely! But, not before his words fell on my ears- “Tell your Papppa to teach you how to drive!” I wanted to tell him: “I’m not a child OK! I’m married and this is my husband’s car! And by the way- you parked in a no parking zone, that too behind a car trying to reverse.”

But you know what? I was scared! Damn scared! I was thinking- what if he slapped me man? Watchmen were there, but he looked heftier than the two of them put together! So, I preferred ignoring the ignorant.

And, like all human- you know we don’t get peace till we share our good or bad! So, I went and shared it with my neighbor Pearly. I know she wouldn’t kill me for using her name! And she says- “Aww Shivaaaani!! Are you okkkkk? These people nooooo, I tell you yaaaaaaaaaar!! Hoolllligans they are!!

And believe me! I felt damn OK, once she said that to me!

 

The Good seemed Suspicious!!

The Kind of Palm behind the Buddha

The “Kind of Palm” behind the Buddha.

This is from the recent accounts of my diary-October 2013. We had some new friends, joining us for a weekend bash!

We moved into a fully furnished house, on reaching Munich. But, you know, how it is with women! “We can spot plenty miss outs, if, we have not participated in the earlier set up.” So, I took my husband’s travelling, and, my daughter being at school, as an opportunity to quench my “being woman syndrome”. I sneaked out for some decorative spending, with two huge stroller bags.

I shopped every item on the list, with, just about five items more. And, you know! It’s absolutely fine by women standard!

My real treasure for the day was a potted plant “kind of palm”, irresistibly purchased, as, it perfectly complimented the seated Buddha in our living area. (attached picture.)

Post billing, I just about dragged myself to the U-Bahn (underground train) station, with my bags, and a half zipped backpack housing my much possessed “kind of palm”.  I gathered gazes all along!

No! I was surely not in my best dressed looks that day! They were only curious to watch me pull so much on my own!

I did yearn for help then, but never really expected one! Thanks to the early age programming: “take care of the belongings and do not trust strangers!” The tutoring springs from bitter experiences after all!

So, all by myself, while I waited for the train hoping nothing happened to my “kind of palm” treasure, I suddenly felt some weight off my back! I knew the half closed zips had relaxed. In sudden reflexes, I glanced over my shoulder for the falling palm, only to discover a hand holding it! With half perturbed, half “Oh my God it’s safe” looks, I looked up to find a lady with an angelic smile, probably in her 50’s,  holding my treasure. She was waiting there to board the same U-Bahn.

Yes! She had spotted the dangling “kind of palm”, and grabbed it before it displaced itself, much to my dismay!

I placed my treasure back into the backpack. The train arrived and I got in, all intact with her help. We both had to change at the central station, into different U-Bahns. She offered me help to get into the final U-Bahn, which meant crossing over for the platform.

Reluctantly, I said yes as I really needed help. Reluctance was not because the lady would have to carry it all along! It was because: “Oh my God! what’s her motive? Why is she being so nice to me? I hope she won’t run away with my bag!”

All along, I kept looking into her face, to ensure she had no accomplices around waiting to run away with my bag. I know now, I was undeniably mean! Each time I glanced at her, she smiled back radiantly. For a moment, I thought, she expected some cash for this favor. But, she did not ask any, and, I did not offer. How could I? What if she got infuriated?

The U-Bahn arrived, and she helped me get in. I hastily said thanks, before she quickly got off and the doors slid on. The last glimpse I had of hers was, while she was rushing to the escalator for her U-Bahn, waving at me!

I had a deep, sinking feeling, realising I’d messed up! I’d lost some precious moments, back in time! At least, I could have known her well, and, savored the experience instead of languishing all along.

But, I swear! I could not help being in delusion! The good has got so scarce, that coming across it, seems an errant to the norm, not in sync with the commonplace beliefs!

I said to myself…”Just, what are we headed to become?”