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You don't even know

And then there are times
that I miss you
you don't know when
and you don't know how;
Funny thing is
you don't even know
it's you who I miss.
-GG

That's my impromptu FB status message that turned out to be somewhat nice

Meow and his toys

Meow models for the new pet toys I made:

I have put the following handmade items for sale. Find the price information on our Facebook page. The decorative quilled envelopes and greeting cards sets are ideal for Diwali and Christmas. The rectangular envelopes are perfect to give gift vouchers or cash for Diwali and for weddings.

Assorted quilled envelopes. Accepting orders for Diwali and Christmas. See price info on our Facebook page

Quilled paper earrings, very light-weight and can be tailor-made to match your outfit. Accepting orders, see FB page for price info.

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Meow- My miracle

I grew up with dogs, and like most dog people, had an open dislike that bordered on trust issues and prejudice for cats. This began to change sometime last year when I first met two pet cats with rather royal names. I thought, "Hmm, cats are not that bad to have around."

In the days after my return to India, I found myself entertaining the idea of having a "cat pet" more and more. Then, there was a period of two weeks when I was so desperate to get a kitten that I literally stopped my scooter at the sight of kittens on the road or near fish markets. One day, I happened to go to Panaji Animal Welfare Society (PAWS). There, Meow happened to me.

Though Meow is quite a plebian name compared to the cats that acquainted me with the feline world, he is every bit the pet I could ever dream of or ask for. So much so, I sometimes question myself how in the world can anyone ever be a dog person when there are cats around.

Meow took to jumping on my bed and sleeping near me since day one. It was his first week home and I had had a particularly bad day. I had tucked Meow in my bed and was trying to sleep while fighting ocassional tears when I felt a soft little paw rubbing my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Meow's green eyes staring into mine and then he rubbed his paw against my cheek again, this time flicking the tear away.

Meow is my little miracle. Yes, Meows happen!

-GG

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Dussera

 

Meow Mondays

 

 

Meow is on a roll and thanks to him, so are we.

Please go here and like this FB page :)

Meow Mondays

Meow chose me at the animal shelter where he was since he was about one month old. He chose me, yes. I simply obeyed his "meow" and took him in my arms to carress and cuddle him just the way he likes.

The shelter staff told me he had a congenital lump near the side of his belly and my vet later thought it was a hernia.

At another animal hospital, the vet confirmed an advanced hernia and suggested an immediate surgery. Meow was operated on the evening last Tuesday, October 9 and he was up and running on October 11 morning, the day I shot this video.

 

 

Check this video: https://vimeo.com/51439926

 

 

Because I always smile

Because I always smile
don't think there are no tears

that I hide.

Because I always love,
don't think there is no hate
that I have known.

Because I tolerate the ifs and buts
don't think I don't have
the power of rationale and reason.

Because I am always good
don't assume that I can never be otherwise.

-GG

Meow Mondays

When he makes my heart jump out of the window

 

 

 

Meow will undergo a surgery for advanced hernia tomorrow.

Pray for my little cupcake with all the faith you have.

Vaishnav jana - Gujarati bhajan

Mohandas Gandhi (Oct 2 1869 - Jan 30 1948) was an Indian freedom fighter. He adored this devotional song written by Narsinh Mehta, a religious poet who lived in Gujarat around 16th century. The song describes the qualities that a man who truly believes in God has.

Listen to the song on Youtube:
http://youtu.be/rKAhRsqvZqo

I have attempted a translation:

He who understands the pain of others, That human is a person who knows God.
He who helps in the sorrow of strangers
But does not feel any pride in doing the same;
He who respects everyone and never critizes
and who keeps his heart unwavering in his work and his talks;
he gets the love of the mother earth.

He who renounces desire and judgemental views,
and considers another's woman as his mother
He who isn't stressed out by the material world
and who is staunch in his spartan outlook towards life,
He who is devotional and (carries the purity of) all the holy temples in his heart,
Narsinh says such a human is a person of God,
Narsinh says meeting such a human is like gathering the experience of 71 generations put together.

Ocotber 2, the birthdate of M K Gandhi, is celbrated as Gandhi Jayanti in India. It is a day when we remember his principles of non-violence and self-rule and a host of other noble ideas that he stood up for.

Gujarati:

વૈષ્ણવ જન તો તેને કહિયે, જે પીડ પરાયી જાણે રે
પર દુ:ખે ઉપકાર કરે તોયે, મન અભિમાન ન આણે રે... ||ધૃ||
સકળ લોકમાં સહુને વંદે, નિંદા ન કરે કેની રે
વાચ કાછ મન નિશ્છળ રાખે ધન ધન જનની તેની રે... ||૧||
સમદૃષ્ટિ ને તૃષ્ણા ત્યાગી પરસ્ત્રી જેને માત રે
જિહ્વા થકી અસત્ય ન બોલે પરધન નવ ઝાલે હાથ રે... ||૨||
મોહ માયા વ્યાપે નહિ જેને દૃઢ વૈરાગ્ય જેના મનમાં રે
રામ નામ શુ તાળી રે લાગી સકળ તીરથ તેના તનમાં રે... ||૩||
વણ લોભી ને કપટ રહિત છે, કામ ક્રોધ નિવાર્યાં રે
ભણે નરસૈયો તેનું દર્શન કરતાં કુળ એકોતેર તાર્યાં રે... ||૪||

(Text in Gujarti script sourced from Wikipedia)
Translation copyright GG. Feel free to point out any errors.
 

Meow Mondays

Gata took all the time in the world to snub Meow's advances. After torturing the poor guy enough, Gata seems to have said "Yes." But look how she stresses out my white-little-cupcake so much already!

An Obedient Daughter

                                                                Click to enlarge:

                                                                 Thank you, Baba!

Poetry and Prose

The distance between poetry and prose
is the difference between reality and hope.
Poems come to me in the peak of optimism
and prose reminds me to get back to work.

-GG

On 114th

And then,
When all is said and done,
Will you still come looking,
to the bench where I always sit,
below the flowering tree,
on 114th street?

-GG

Ishwarbhai Patel: My teacher

Of the people I lost this year, the loss that saddens me a lot is the sudden death of Ishwarbhai Patel. He was in his late seventies. He took my math and science tuitions in the 10th grade.

For the 12 years that I knew him, I loved him a lot. He had a very discliplined lifestyle, with long morning and evening walks, ate only freshly cooked food at specific times of the day, spoke to the point on phone, and had somewhat radicle views on life, education, parenting and everything else. The last I met him was in 2010.

Ishwarbhai collapsed in the restroom of a park in Ahmedabad after his evening walk in early 2012. This part about dying alone and away from family haunts and hurts me the most.

After the one year that I studied with him, I kept calling him few times a year. He used to say, "I get oxygen for a few more months after talking with you." Ishwarbhai always said he had trained me "for a 100" in math and so when I got 99, I was sad.

But, it is thanks to Ishwarbhai and the way he taught me math and science, that I was able to get admission to Loyola Hall and study under another fantastic human being, Fr. Morondo.

I miss Ishwarbhai a lot today; trying to imagine his voice on other end of the line when I called him on Teacher's Day every year.

Poppy seeds with onions / Pyaj posto

Pallavi Purkayastha

How in the world did he think he could get away with it?

Pallavi's attempted rape and consequent murder has shaken me in an unprecedented way.

Ever since I can remember, I have been let down by my country's gender apathy and gender hypocrisy. This is a country where, instead of swiftly deciding in which public park the rapist should be castrated or the molester stoned, abused women instantly suffer character scrutiny. The common counsel to avoid eve-teasing is "to dress decently." Here, attire or lifestyle is justified as an "invitation to rape."(1) (2)
I live in a country where women are respected only in grandiose theory. Chauvinist escapisms abound. Let's face it: India is no country for women.

When was the last time you tolerated being groped in a bus, on the street, in the train?

When was the last time someone shove his dick in front of your face in a crowded bus and have the audacity to smile in your eyes?

When was the last time you collared your molester and made a scene?

When was it that you gave up fighting because you realised molestation in some form or the other is a daily affair?

How, you wonder, is your silence relevant to Pallavi Purkayastha?

Well.

Men in this country, whether they stare, grope, rape or kill, they are becoming used to getting away with it. For Pallavi's sake, the next time you are abused, don't take it mute. Scream. Shout: NO.

Baby love

Curl your fist around 
my fingers and babble your 
baby love, sweet love. 
-GG

Random memories

I must have been about five. Sat on a bench with this boy called AZ in the class. One day, we both eyed a pencil fallen on the floor at the same moment and bent down precisely at the same time to get it. Our heads knocked hard but I grabbed the pencil and firmly held on to it.

It was mine; I noticed the teeth marks I had made the night before. But, AZ claimed my pencil was his. I maintained that the pencil was mine and we kept on arguing and pushing and pinching one other till a teary eyed AZ pleaded in desperation, "But my mother will beat me up if I tell her I lost my pencil!!!"

Now, this argument made the most perfect sense to me. I knew it was my pencil and in a way, AZ had also admitted it was mine. My parents did not beat me for losing things. The thing is, I was a regular at the school's lost-and-found department. I reached home jubilantly waving a retrieved lunchbox to simultaneously announce the loss of new pencils or a water bottle.

That day, I got home and told my aaji that I had lost my pencil. Then I clarified that in fact I had "found" my "lost" pencil but had let AZ take it home as his mother would have beaten him and aaji wouldn't do that. My aaji had a good laugh that afternoon and still makes fun of me by reminding me about "the lost pencil" when I take irrational decisions.

This was more than two decades back. Hell! I better start claiming what is mine. Pencils et al.