Sunday, 20 January 2013
Friday, 18 January 2013
Ornamental Grasses
Until that time, I have no hesitations to watch their beauty at a distance or slightly closer. This particular grass has flowers that are paddy lookalikes. I wondered how a field of paddy will look if covered in snow. The last picture is slightly closer to my imagination.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
My First Grey Hair!
The First Grey Hair
NO, let it stay. It speaks but truth:
My Autumn's day is dawning.
The dream is past; sweet dream of youth.
Hair, I accept thy warning.
With mournful thought, my spirit swells,
At the wild chime of memory bells.....
My Autumn's day is dawning.
The dream is past; sweet dream of youth.
Hair, I accept thy warning.
With mournful thought, my spirit swells,
At the wild chime of memory bells.....
(Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert)
There are not many 'first' happenings in my life that I am able to remember. I would have liked to remember my first day at school, the first book I read, the first sentence I wrote,my first exam, the first dream that I dreamt, my first ever friend, my first day at Bharathanatiyam dance class etc., and the list goes on and on. Funnily I do remember the drama behind my 'First Grey Hair'. I was reading the above mentioned poem when I recollected the past and tried to relate my feeling in connection.
I have spend most of my school summer holidays at my Gran's house which is a Traditionally purpose built 'Agraharam' House. The house is built at an elevation so that when the deities from local temples take a procession, one can stand in front of the house and watch the occasion. It is like a Stadium to practise Religion.
Although the house is huge it typically has an entrance with a very low headroom. People that walk through the door have to show their respect by bending their head down as they enter or else they get their heads hurt. I never released that I had grown taller than the house's entrance door until one day the house itself harshly reminded me that.Yes,I bumped my head at the entrance and blood started gushing from my torn scalp.
The bleeding was arrested firstly by ground coffee. Coffee,Tea and Cobwebs are considered hemostatic agents and aid in clot formation. I was brave teenager then to have my scalp sutured (I mean I did not cry!)
I have spend most of my school summer holidays at my Gran's house which is a Traditionally purpose built 'Agraharam' House. The house is built at an elevation so that when the deities from local temples take a procession, one can stand in front of the house and watch the occasion. It is like a Stadium to practise Religion.
Although the house is huge it typically has an entrance with a very low headroom. People that walk through the door have to show their respect by bending their head down as they enter or else they get their heads hurt. I never released that I had grown taller than the house's entrance door until one day the house itself harshly reminded me that.Yes,I bumped my head at the entrance and blood started gushing from my torn scalp.
The bleeding was arrested firstly by ground coffee. Coffee,Tea and Cobwebs are considered hemostatic agents and aid in clot formation. I was brave teenager then to have my scalp sutured (I mean I did not cry!)
I was a bit bald for a few days where the sutures went and when some of the hair did grow back 2 of them were grey!! My First Ever Pair of Grey Hair.....I cherish them till this day although honestly speaking I don't want to see any more for I would partly feel the same way as this poet but will not say 'No,let it stay'!!!
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