Friday 11 October 2013

Have you ever seen a torque blue sky?

I was in my vehicle, crossing the Princess Margaret Bridge in my town, north of Fredericton, and was struggling to hide my eyes from the piercing light of the afternoon sun. It was around 3:30PM Atlantic Time.

When I got around to the half circle-ramp, coming up from Riverside Drive and going towards the bridge, the sky zoomed in at my eyes and I felt as if I was climbing up the sky. I felt hallucinated. I slowed down my car a bit. Gripping my both hands tight on the steering wheels and hiding my eyes behind the rearviewmirror, I looked straight up to the sky – it was bright torque blue!

What’s happening? Am I seeing things?, I questioned to myself.  I looked ahead and up again. There was that bright torque blue sky standing magnificently in front of me. There were a few scattered white clouds also, all glowing as if they were beamed up by the thousands of light bulbs behind them. I wasn’t imagining. The whole thing was real!

I picked my husband up on my way home and told him what I had seen a while ago. He just smiled at me with an expression on his face that said “Yah, sure”.  After reaching home, I looked at the sky, again. This time the sky was in dull baby-blue color and the clouds didn’t shine!

In my bed time I thought about the torque blue sky again. I wondered if anybody else had seen such sky, or that was just the trick of the afternoon sun? After giving a lot of thoughts, I attributed the torque blue sky and the bright clouds to my brother who had just passed away a few days earlier. “He must be in heaven, now”, I said to myself. It was his way of thanking me for donating the bags of food to the food bank in his name this afternoon.

That was the only logical explanation I could make out of the heavenly experience I had that yesterday, and I slept the whole night peacefully!

RIP my dear Sanu dai

Sunday 6 October 2013

Old age and the fragility touche everyone


Old people are perceived as unsightly and burdensome by many societies and a lot of elderlies are condemned --not for doing anything wrong or harming anyone, but simply reaching their “unproductive” stage.


Our societies burry the issues of old age altogether, instead of preparing our young generation by educating them on this very eminent stage. Most children don't get 't the opportunity to be with their grandparents and older relatives. They don't understand what growing old means. For example, I didn't know how to look after elderlies when my visited about 10 years ago. The old saying "you've to be old to understand an elderly" is so correct!


I had heard an interesting story about an elderly when I was very young that I want to share to demonstrate how we cheat ourselves:


Once there lived a young couple who had a very young son and very old man--their father and father-in-law-– living with them. From the account of this tale, it is understood that the old man had reached at his “unfruitful” age, and the couple decided to get rid of him. They said, "this old man is useless and draining our resources". So, they devised a plan.


Next day the husband brought a basket, large enough to fit his old man, and loaded his father in it. After watching his father, the very young son of his asked, “What are you doing, father?” The father replied, “I’m loading your grandpa to dump him down from a tall mountain, so that he can’t return home”.


When the man finished loading his father and was on his way to the mountain, his very young son came running after him. He shouted, “Wait, wait, father, I’ve to tell you something…” The father was in a hurry, but his love for his son compelled him to stop. Impatiently the father asked, “What is it son?” “What is so important that you must distract me from carrying on my urgent work?” His very young son breathlessly replied, “I just want to remind you to bring the basket home after you dump grandpa down the mountain”. His father paused a while and asked, “Why my son; why do you care about this useless basket?” His very young son replied, “Because I would need it to dump you down the mountain, too, when you reach to grandpa’s age”.

Monday 30 September 2013

Taking things for granted

It was a perfect evening for a walk in Fredericton, NB. As I stroll up the hill with my husband, a cool comfortable breeze blew at our faces, then I suddenly noticed the breath I took – a deep, long, strong inhalation that I felt it was the first time I had done so. Instantly, I thought about my brother who is fighting for his life in a hospital in Nepal. “If he could draw the kind of air I just did into his lungs a couple of times without the help of ventilation, he would be up and running” I imagined.
For the first time in my entire life I became so thankful for each breath going in and out of my lungs!

Monday 2 September 2013

Me and the Pickle jar: Radha's story

I found a jar of artichoke pickle molded and rot in my refrigerator:

"A strange thought struck in me," said Radha. Then I started chatting with my pickle jar, sitting on my countertop and looking as impatient as I'm: 
Me: waiting for my children to pick the career they want, so that I’ll know what kind of future they’ll have.
Pickle jar: waiting for one my children to come home and eat me up.
Me: waiting for my children to marry with their boyfriend/girlfriend, so that I can finish some of my motherly responsibilities.
Pickle jar: waiting for my children to come home and find me still waiting.
Me: waiting for my children to settle down, so that they could take their belonging to their own place.
Pickle jar: rotten but still waiting…
Me: waiting for my children to sort out what they want to keep, so that I could give away the things they don’t want.
Pickle jar: can’t wait any longer; I’m out of here and in the garbage now!
Me: still waiting for my children to come home and give me some good news…
 
Radha tosses the pickle jar into the garbage and goes for a long walk.

The end.


Tuesday 30 July 2013

Being honest and being known to be


“While honesty and integrity are financially detrimental in today's society, the needs of the future will almost certainly reverse that. Honest people will be so, no matter what the prevailing political climate is, and have been disadvantaged for many years for being so. In the near future that will change, being honest and being known to be, will become the benefit it always should have been.”

 By
 Perry McCarney.

Sunday 7 July 2013

My mom was not a drug addict and sex trader


Please read this to understand why some women do what they do:

For two years now, The Missing Women Inquiry in B.C. has been investigating how so many women - no one knows the exact number - could be murdered right under the nose of the Vancouver Police Department.

One of those women was Brenda Wolfe, a mother of two young girls.
Not much is known about Brenda Wolfe. She came to Vancouver's Downtown East Side from southern Alberta. She liked country music. She liked to dance. She could be kind. She could be very tough. And she'd do whatever it took to support her two daughters, Angel and Destiny.
It was at the intersection of Main and Hastings, in front of the Balmoral Hotel, that Brenda Wolfe was last seen alive. She was 30 years old. Three years later, her remains were found on Robert Pickton's pig farm.
Wally Oppal, the commissioner of the Missing Women's Inquiry, heard from 83 witnesses. Brenda Wolfe's daughter Angel, now 19, was one of them. Mr. Oppal is expected to release his report within the next few weeks.
This week, though, we bring you Angel's story. For the first five years of Angel's life, the downtown east side was home. Angel Wolfe is one of many who have spent a lifetime coming to terms with what happened there. Here in her own words, is the story of Brenda's Angel.
Some of what you will hear may be disturbing to some listeners.
Angel Wolfe is an active social justice volunteer and public speaker. She works with the organization, Sex Trade 101, to help women and their children to escape the sex trade. She is also an active volunteer with Canadian Roots Exchange, an organization dedicated to bridging the gap between young Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal Canadians. One day, Angel hopes to go back to school and become a police officer.
Brenda's Angel was produced by Marjorie Nichol
Source:  The Sunday Edition with Michael Enright, CBC Radio One
Available at:         http://www.cbc.ca/thesundayedition/documentaries/2013/07/07/a-daughter-a-mother-and-vancouvers-missing-women/

Note: If you  rather hear this compelling story from Brenda’s own "Angle", please click at:

Monday 1 July 2013

Behind every successful man is a woman

After so many years I accidently got to watch The Flintstones and loved it! This is the 1960’s shows, of course, but you still can watch the re-runs, I didn’t know.

Flintstones used to be one of my favorite shows when children were growing up and, I especially loved the episode when Fred takes credit for his best pal Burney's heroic act (saving a girl from a runaway carriage). But with his wife, Wilma's, help he gets his conscience back and confess that Barney is the real hero, not him.

Like Wilma and Marge (The Simpsons), I wonder how many brainy wives are behind their "successful" men, helping their husbands do the right thing for their own family and for the greater good?

The Flintstones and The Simpsons are family shows you should make some time to watch with your family. 

For fun shake, I searched for other family shows and found these:

Behind every successful man you'll find a woman who has nothing to wear.
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 A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man. 

Lana Turner
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/successful_man.html#vGwyAIRgA2D75qua.99

The man who has the courage of his platitudes is always a successful man.

Van Wyck Brooks
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Bob Brown
Behind every successful man there's a lot of unsuccessful years.
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Clement Stone
Every great man, every successful man, no matter what the field of endeavor, has known the magic that lies in these words: every adversity has the seed of an equivalent or greater benefit.

More from Clement Stone
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The successful man doesn't use others, other people use the successful man, for above all the success is of service.

 Mark Caine
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The successful man is the one who had the chance and took it.

Roger Babson
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