Thursday, August 29, 2013

Tumbhi





Tumbhi, a native indian word for dragonfly!
A symbol of hope, beholding the beauty in you.
A little swift insect, the fascination of every child, an inspiration for every adult.
Reminiscent of the man-made Helicopters !!!
An artist's quest, a writer's journey &
.......there are much more to this angelic being.

A dragonfly is an insect belonging to the order Odonata, the suborder Epiprocta (taken from Wikipedia)
Dragonflies can sometimes be mistaken for damselflies, which are morphologically similar; however, adults can be differentiated by the fact that the wings of most dragonflies are held away from, and perpendicular to, the body when at rest. Dragonflies possess six legs (like any other insect), but most of them cannot walk well. Dragonflies are among the fastest flying insects in the world.

 Life cycle :
Female dragonflies lay eggs in or near water, often on floating or emergent plants. When laying eggs, some species will submerge themselves completely in order to lay their eggs on a good surface. The eggs then hatch into naiads. Most of a dragonfly's life is spent in the naiad form, beneath the water's surface, using extendable jaws to catch other invertebrates (often mosquito larvae) or even vertebrates such as tadpoles and fish. They breathe through gills in their rectum.

The larval stage of large dragonflies may last as long as five years. In smaller species, this stage may last between two months and three years. When the naiad is ready to metamorphose into an adult, it climbs up a reed or other emergent plant. Exposure to air causes the naiad to begin breathing. The skin splits at a weak spot behind the head and the adult dragonfly crawls out of its larval skin, pumps up its wings, and flies off to feed on midges and flies. In flight the adult dragonfly can propel itself in six directions; upward, downward, forward, back, and side to side.[6] The adult stage of larger species of dragonfly can last as long as five or six months.
  
Dragonflies and damselflies

 Damselflies (suborder Zygoptera), typically smaller than dragonflies, are sometimes confused with dragonflies. Most damselflies hold their wings at rest together above the torso or held slightly open above, whereas most dragonflies at rest hold their wings perpendicular to their body, horizontally .
                          The eyes on a damselfly are apart; in most dragonflies the eyes touch.



The Legend of the Dragonfly ( Courtesy : the dragonfly hope foundation)


“In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their groups ever came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation, which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain, he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.” The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist."


Thursday, August 22, 2013

Mytimetree: Veg Platter Topped with Strictly Non Veg

Mytimetree: Veg Platter Topped with Strictly Non Veg: Visit to an acquaintance turned too experimental. The festival of Ramzan has always brought a bit of excitement in me not for ...

Friday, August 9, 2013

Rudra (The Roarer)

This is one of my favorite poems by Sadhguru.

Rudra ( The Roarer)

With the first Roar
Galaxies fell out of your
void.Here we scream
to throw out all that
checks and chokes us.

In a Roar you created
the limitless creation of yours
In a Roar, we wish to destroy
the listless creation of ours.

Hoping our roars will resonate
with your mighty Roar of Creation.

Tear we did the cords of Sound
Open we did the doors of the
Profound.

May every wimpy sound we
make be in tune with your Roar.

.........Sadhguru

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

A little realization worth millions

    Coming back to Coimbatore was never my first choice. It just happened!
I found a job and there I was with my bags packed.
This city was no stranger to me, having done my schooling here with some lovely memories of school.

    This was during my initial days of stay, when after two months of staying in the company guest house I moved to a rented house. A place close to office at a distance of 10 minutes walk. A quiet neighborhood & a colleague of mine staying upstairs. This sounds perfect but the only issue was this area didn't have good restaurants close by where I could go in late evenings to grab a quick meal. It even lacked good grocery stores. To top it all the city sleeps early, very early. The shops get shut & the roads get lonely sooner.(This could be due to its location away from the city & close to airport).

   It was one such evening when I had to stay late at office. When I returned home it was already past nine. It had been only few days that I had moved into the new house & I was still not good with handling the kitchen. Handling cooking & kitchen was never me. Iam not a good cook, neither am I a bad one! It is just that the cooking is not my thing. I struggle, I manage even today. But I do turn out some interesting stuff on the plate...... sometimes!
Yes, that night I was hungry & tired. Didn't have the strength to make dinner. No place to go out & buy food. There was of course Dominos to deliver pizzas but strangely they are never willing to deliver after 8pm. I wonder how they did business, but only in Coimbatore I got such surprises. So here I was figuring out what  to do. All I could was to boil some rice, though I wanted to eat something  better. I simply wished I never came here. Hardly knew my neighbors. I had been looking out for stores that  sold prepacked food but found none & I remembered all that I could bargain for in Chennai at such situations.
    Frustrated I asked him, the God up there that if he were the one who showed me this place with no other alternative, then why add more discomfort? I have come to stay in a city not in favor of my career goals but only following the signs he laid. And here Iam stuck unable to step out knowing very well that there aren't any eating joints near by. As I was recuperating with such thoughts & wished he did some magic ......................................................................................................................

   My door bell rang. I asked who it was & heard a familiar voice on the other side.
I opened the door to see Gowri, my neighbor's wife. She was holding a steel bowl covered with a lid. There hung a travel bag from her left shoulder. She gave me the bowl saying she had made excess daal & as she was leaving that night to Chennai ,she is giving them to me. She was slightly hesitant though, probably wondering whether I would accept. I was more than willing & all I knew was that I was heard.

The bowl contained some freshly made tadkha daal. My favorite. It was an apt dish, seemed it was just made for me. Here I was with regained strength cooking my rice for a complete dinner.'

A dinner worth the wait not alone but with someone who walks you through life teaching you, guiding you, showing you, preparing you for tomorrow, making you a better you!


____danny dhanya



Saturday, July 27, 2013

A yellow Lemon tree from Fool's Garden

One of my favorites.........


I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around and I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens - and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens - and I wonder

I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow Lemon tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another Lemon tree

(Sing)

Dab- da da da da- dee dab da-
da da da da-dee dab da-
dab deb dee da

I'm sitting here I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired put myself into bed
But nothing ever happens - and i wonder

Isolation- is not good for me
Isolation- I don't want to sit on a lemon tree
I'm stepping around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen - and you'll wonder

I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another Lemon tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow Lemon tree

And I wonder wonder
I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
is just a yellow Lemon tree