On Blue

This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it.

‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not.

Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.

Blue is a simile.

Blue, she is like a woman…And, as a woman, she is deadly.

― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art

Neruda’s Poetry

When there is too much going in my life, I try go back to where I find solace……within books.

Today morning, in the midst of the rolling thunderstorms, I decided to walk over to the book shelves and pull out a treasure . This treasure was gifted to me in Summer 1999 by a treasure (my grad school friend Gargi Adhav) that loves shayari (poetry) as much as I do.

Neruda thoughts are going to be my best friend for the next few days. I’ll possibly carry the book with me everywhere I go… and amongst the hustle and bustle of life, my mind will soak in what Neruda calls for.. “a poetry as impure as old clothes, as a body with its foodstains and its shame, with wrinkles, observations, dreams, wakefulness, prophesies, declarations of love and hate, stupidities, shocks, idylls, political beliefs, negations, doubts, affirmations, and taxes.”

Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. He wrote his poetry in Spanish. I am reading the translated version in English. I am sure lots has be lost in translation…yet, the beauty of his thoughts have survived. Read more about him here:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda


This Too Shall Pass

There are days when we all need the reminder “This Too Shall Pass”.

Those are the days that I go back and read Theodore Tilton’s The King’s Ring.


Once in Persia reigned a King,
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel, at a glance,
Fit for every change or chance:
Solemn words, and these are they:
‘Even this shall pass away!’


Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these.
But he counted little gain
Treasures of the mine or main.
What is wealth? the King would say;
‘Even this shall pass away.’


In the revels of his court,
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, O loving friends of mine!
Pleasure comes, but not to stay:
‘Even this shall pass away.’


Lady fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on the marriage-bed,
Whispering to his soul, he said,
Though a bridegroom never pressed
Dearer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay:
‘Even this shall pass away.’


Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield.
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
Pain is hard to bear, he cried,
But with patience day by day,
‘Even this shall pass away.’


Towering in the public square
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his statue carved in stone.
Then the King, disguised, unknown,
Gazing at his sculptured name,
Asked himself,And what is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay:
‘Even this shall pass away.’


Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Spake he with his dying breath,
Life is done, but what is Death?
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray —
Even this shall pass away.

Too much Reading

Adi is a terrific role model for Ari.
But, in some scenarios, he is being such a bad influence on Ari.

Take for example, his avid reading.
Ari takes after his brother.
I know. I know.
We all think reading is a good habit.
But, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.

He reads in the restroom.
He reads on the street.
He reads when I am nagging him to get ready to school.

Ari observes all this.
And, chooses to do the same as his big brother.

It is a beautiful day out.

Ari is walking back home.
His lovely friend is walking back home.

She is urging him to stop reading so as not to walk into a bush or tree.
He doesn’t listen to her.

Now, let me ask you a question.
Let us assume you had a lovely companion of the opposite sex (or of the same sex my dear LG friends), would you keep your face stuck in the book.
No. I don’t think so.

You would make conversation.
Would you not?

Well, that is what I would do.
If I had a lovely friend to walk back home with, I would make conversation.
I would ask if their lunch was good.
I would ask how their day want at school.
I would ask if we can play outside in the evening.

I think I am going to have a strict chat with Ari later today and try to wean him off the bad influence that Adi (well, that one is a goner! hopeless!) is having on him.