Published at coffee break.

Filed under: personal, Creative

 

Yesterday I happened to see fine pieces of Rajasthan handcrafted furniture of excellent craftsmanship and the blue pottery vases…one of kind artifacts.

 It’s an online tour of an exhibition…but the people in Mumbai must have been enjoyed the Kala Ghoda arts Festival for ten days. Mumbai’s art district has lit up for the occasion and lifted the sprits of people from all over the world… this year Kala Ghoda association hosted the art carnival from Feb 2nd through feb10th

 


 Rajasthan Blue pottery

 Photo courtesy  Blue Pottery

 

Truly art lovers’ paradise

 


 loved this girl …she is looking very cute
 
 


 colorful feast to eye 
 
 


 Kala Ghoda art festival entrance displaying information about all the events ..

Photo courtesy  Kala Ghoda Association

The Kala Ghoda Association is a non-profit organization and since the year 1999 is hosting the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival.

The crescent-shaped area, with its concentration of museums, art galleries like Jahangir art gallery, educational institutions, restaurants, is arguably the finest array of heritage buildings in the city ..

Published early afternoon.

Filed under: personal, Creative, Food, Mind, Body

 

                                         I woke up to again another foggy winter morning which stirred my thoughts and Delhi appeared in my mind. Starting off my day with a cuppa of earlgrey tea in the misty winter mornings of Delhi is a still life picture in my mind. I must say the tangerine color which comes with the dipping of earlgrey teabags in water and the sweet and somewhat scented aroma was very much appealed to all my senses.

                                            However My love with tea doesn’t stop with earlgrey savor.  I favored multi flavors of tea at various times ranging from Japanese flower teas to Antioxidants rich herbal teas to our very own masala chai. Whenever I got flu in winters, my mom used to give me Sonti tea. And it works. Iam still following this traditional method to get rid off the flu. Sonti is nothing but ginger in dried form.

                                          These days Iam sipping Good Earth sweet n spicy Herbal Tea. It contains no sugar, caffeine, artificial colors or preservatives. It is a natural source of antioxidants. And no wonder it includes all natural healing herbs.

 

                                           This tea is a blend of Red Rooibos, Chicory Root, Rosehips, Cinnamon, Peppermint, Lemongrass, Papaya, Chamomile, Panax Ginseng Leaves, Anise Seed, Ginger Root, Dandelion Root, Orange Peel and Orange Oil. Wow…What an exciting list of Ingredients.

                                    And even more exciting detail about this tea is everyday we can find an Inspirational quote on the label of tea bag. Following are some of the quotes which I found on the tea bags.   

     
When the heart is at ease, the body is healthy.
- Chinese Proverb

Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.
- Chinese Proverb

If you stand straight, do not fear a crooked shadow.
- Chinese Proverb

Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
- Chinese Proverb

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)

A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
- Chinese Proverb

The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
- Chinese Proverb

Failure is not falling down…but refusing to get up
- Chinese Proverb
                                      

     What a stimulating way to start the day ….

              

Published mid-afternoon.

Filed under: personal, Creative, Writing

 

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my - mind’s eye - flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed -
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Published mid-afternoon.

Filed under: Writing

 

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

                                         * poem by John Keats *          

Published at breakfast time

Filed under: Creative, Writing

 

Of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing
that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my
mind.

I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my
love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine
of my heart.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it
is thy power gives me strength to act.

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