Thank you for residing in the banyan tree outside, I enjoy your company and your antics.
But why have you taken to cawing piteously?
You craved bread. You got bread.
Rotis were not good enough. I understand. Dry, non-ghee rotis are a cultivated taste. Gourmet.
Now you don't want bread anymore.
Suddenly. Like the change in the weather.
I hear your piteous demands and cringe.
Bridging the gap between 8/70 and 66/70... that is the real challenge then.
To address both groups in the same class, keep them involved and keep them active.
A 4th std kid was struggling with b's and d's to my dismay... and then I reminded myself these were slum kids.
Change takes work.
I had forgotten what 42 deg C feels like. Scorching. Searing.
The last few days were a grim reminder-nudge.
A kinder version of what summer feels like back home. Not 47 deg C, no not yet.
Back to a mild 27 deg C now... a salubrious breeze wafts.
The photos will have to wait some till I figure out how up upload from my phone. But saw something amazing...a thirst for life...a tree decimated with zero leaves on it springs back to life...another tree a giant ficus that fell to its knees after a storm putting out new leaves from the trunk...to Life!
At times it can be therapeutic. Plus I missed the film
festival this year, so that’s 40 movies that I’ve not watched. Surplus movie
Somewhere I’ve lost my mojo. Which is why Tumhari Sulu was
like a shot in the arm. I remember and take away Vidya Balan’s confident
stride. Her laugh, her can-do spirit. It tugged at a part that I once was. A
gentle reminder .I walk taller.
Nebraska at the Express Film Club for the brilliantly stark
photography as much as the realism of the story. The post film discussion as
captivating. Thinking minds.
Secret Superstar. Quarib quarib singlle. For the pace, the
content. The hope. The reminder that technology is a lifechanger. Enabler.
About the mojo, it can’t be life events because life is
pretty even keel. I volunteer, even if the kids got 3 on 50. I walk. I
dutifully visit the temple twice weekly and chant. I rustle up a new recipe
every now and then from vegrecipesofindia. I give placeoforigin more business than I
ought to .I plan my next trip—next year for sure, I promise myself-- to the
beautiful big mountains.
What probably needs to happen is more butt in the
chair-work. More brainfood. More structure.