Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year















Here's wishing every one a Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New year...
And as usual, I am having my sweet little grandchild to be our well wisher in Sandy's Backyard... I am sure we will have another wonderful New Year ( 2008) ahead of us...

Friday, October 5, 2007

my moon


































































I do not know if it is because I am not active with my blog or time flies off faster than I thought?

And it appears most of my writeup are of "Birthday".

Well, for a change today I will share here with you : "My Moon".
In the past few years , after the Chinese Moon Festival, the urge to paint would always take place in me. And I would be painting for a while in this season.

With the crisp air and the clear night sky one tends to calm down and wants to dream away one's fantasy...

But, this year without knowing, The Moon Festival was over and I haven't eaten
any Moon Cakes!!
Fortunately the romantic air is there and the urge to paint is still there...
But, before I seriously start painting (?!) Come join me
in "My Moon" in Sandy's Backyard.

I guess every one loves gazing up to see
The azure sky,
The clouds,
The rain, and its rainbow.
The rising and the setting sun.
In the twilight we will try to search out
The morning star,
The evening star, the Polaris and
The moon.
Of course not wanting to miss any shooting stars that streak
Across
The universe.
And this season ( Autumn) to see the milky way
With the faint light of the moving satellite and the jet airplane
Adding extra
Twinkles in the dark night sky...
Endless imaginations and wonders
These heavenly bodies offer to us. Especially
The moon and the stars...

Here some pictures of "My Moon" .

I used the simplest digital cameras, (Sony handy cam, Sony digital cam and Olympus) and experimented my mood with the Moody moon.
The third and the last four pictures were taken in one Live concert where Allan and his group played one of their best performances.
With their sweet music in the air and the gentle wind moving the leaves,
the moon looked so beautiful and abstract...

I guess I need not write more than this, as the most versatile object is on the centre stage of Sandy's Backyard...
Enjoy her eternal performance...

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Happy birthday to our little Ayinla.








































































It sure is a good season for me for I've just finished wishing my mother on her 81st birthday.

And today I am here wishing our little grand daughter Ayin on her first birthday!

http://theaospace.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EC8F2329F08E7C65!275.entry


" HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, Ayin.(31/8)

It seems it was only yesterday that you were born. I remember the boundless joy you brought to us when we saw the first sight of your delicate life coming into this world, tenderly holding you in our arms and frightened of hurting you..

I remember our excitement of watching your smiles , your cries and your movements..

The sleepless night on the first day of your birth, pitying on how you tried to adjust to the strange surroundings which was going to be your world thereafter.

The endless changing of nappies, rocking and cleaning, the nursery rhymes, your seasonal illness...

The excitement of your first sucking on your mother's breast, your first tooth, your first turning, your first sitting, your first crawling, your first word "Papa", your first standing, your first step..

Today when you turn one year old, you are running around calling us our respective names.

Singing along with us and dancing along with the music...

In fact you have turned into a perfect one year old child..

Your father and mother are both rather quiet persons. Before you came into their life, their house used to be so neat and tidy but silent. The only life we saw were those fish swiming around your father's three aquariums!

Today I am glad, with you around, their house has turned into a makeshift house, with books, toys, cloths, milk bottles, clips, ribbons, spoons etc lying everywhere!

The most welcome sight would be the laughter and the noises you make. And your father has forgotten his famous three aquariums!

You brought life into your parents lives...Also ours.
The other day your father asked me "what is the difference between a child and the grandchild?" Well, I told him that, to me, he is like a guitar and whereas his daughter ( you) is like music...

Your father understood what I meant. For he is a musician.

I felt the tremendous joy when my mother ( your great grand mother ) told me tenderly that , you are the image of me when I was a baby of your age ...

Actually we all see part of us in You...!

My Birthday girl, may you grow into a wonderful human being and bring lots of happiness to your parents.

May God be with you always and bless you with many wonderful Birthdays in your life.

Happy Birthday, our sweet little Ayin, we love you..."

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Happy Birthday , Dearest Mother






























































































































Today is my mother's 81 st birthday, ( 29/6) but I am far away from her. How I wish I could join my brothers' and sisters' families in sharing her birthday.

Few weeks back I was watching a TV programme where the participants were all women. The topic was - which woman influenced her the most during her formative years? Actresses, models, politicians etc? I stopped a moment and wondered what would be my answer?

My answer was the same as the ladies in the show - their Mother!

I began to think - yes, we have a lot of male idols all through our formative years, but to be honest, we can only have our Mother as our sole role model in life.

Today I feel my mother is above all mothers. She is not only our mother, she has been a mother to many who were not her own children!

She has weathered a lot of ups and downs. She had a lot of dreams - some came true, some did not. Still she stands above others because she can keep understanding us , her children and keep up with our pace!

Her life story is just like one of Pearl.S. Buck's http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_S._Buck stories.

So colourful, full of struggles and yet all the time she courageously carries the loads and patiently moulded us on how to become a good human being.

My mother is like all mothers, a very good home maker, her house is always neat and clean .

But my mother is always ahead of her time. She would drive the car and take us out to the park every evening and expose to us to the beauty of nature. ( This was during the fifties when most men did not know how to drive!)

She would take lots of good photographs with her camera and explain to us the art of composition. ( that too, during the fifties.)

She is a very good cook and would love cooking for any one who will savour her food!

She is a very good dress maker. She would emphasise the technique on how to cut a good collar and sleeve.

She is good and fast in knitting. I remember - besides making sweaters for us, she would knit some socks and hand gloves for her father. She is a very good daughter, she would love her parents without any conditions.

She is a very good sister to her siblings.The way she loves her brothers and sisters set an example to us how to love our siblings

She is a very good nurse. There were numerous occasions when she would not sleep and stay up whole night for her children. And we sure were a bunch of sickly children!

She is a very good wife who shared her husband's happiness and hardships.

She is a very good teacher. I remember how she spent one afternoon till sunset in teaching me how to learn the abacus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abacus. I must have been dull! Whatever, I remember the usage of the abacus the way my mother tought me only, not my teacher's teachings.

She writes beautiful calligraphy and her letters written to us read like a literature.

She is a very good business woman always keeping her words and deal with honesty. She is a very good Samaritan too.

She is a serious follower of Lord Buddha, yet she allows us to find our own faith.

I, especially felt proud to have a mother who is educated and a perfect person. I know today what ever I am , it's because of her influences on me.

I remember when we were young, after the Chinese New Year, she would pack her bags and go for her yearly pilgrimage -







Sravasti http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sravasti ( her favorite site ) and various other places on the pilgrimage route.


When she came back from her trip, she would bring home some strange stones and tell us, "these are meteorites ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meteorite)... from the shooting stars" I cannot say if it was right or wrong. We would be very excited, but did not value those stones and do not have any of them today. Whatever, I guess my fondness for collecting pebbles and stones are definitely due to this romantic exposure from her!! That makes the shooting stars look more beautiful to me.

I dreamt of becoming an artist , due to my listening to all her stories that she'd share with her cousins every Sunday. Oh! I can go on writing about her non-stop.

I guess I'll just tell her I know she loves me the most...

For all through, she knew what I liked and what I didn't like.

She would complain about the noise being too loud when I'd listen to The Beatles, worried I would be rebellious like them, and yet she would buy me an imported Beatles's LP when she came upon it!! Mom, that record is "The Magical Mystery Tour."

She knows who was my favorite movie star - Peter O'Toole.

She knows what I like to eat - Ham Choi ( preserved Mustard leaves) and Tofu

She knows I never like to grow up! So she will always get me those kiddish T-shirts!

She knows I am lazy, and she will go on forgiving me for my shortcomings.

I can go on and on...

I am sure my siblings will not agree with me that my Mom loves me most, for they do feel she loves each and every one of them most.

That's what makes my mother to be the best.

Today, even though she is a Parkinson's patient, she keeps her grace and maintains her beautiful look just like when she was 18 years old.

Mom I... No, WE love you. We want to be strong like you and have the wisdom like yours to enable us to become a good parent to our children too!

Happy Birthday Mom. You are 18, not 81.

...and you are as beautiful as ever!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

small, beautiful things that we ignore































































































For the last few days it had been raining non-stop and there is water everywhere.

So is the case in Sandy's Backyard!

Actually, our local internet provider is unable to keep the connection stable during rainy season and hence, the irregularity in the blog being updated.

Ha! In this case not even the magic of Bae Yong Joon can help me!

Besides that, my grandchild is growing fast - she is moving around the house in her walker and senses everything around her with curiosity .

I can hardly sit down with the computer, for she loves to help me with the mouse and the keyboard... But she is a darling!

It seems my gossip days at my backyard will have to be brief and irregular! But then I can always talk less and upload more pictures, right?

What could be the best way to daydream during rainy season? Hmmm...alright, here we go...

Fancy walking on the beach and collecting the shells after each tide ebbs?

No matter how small and plain the shell looks, there's always joy to pick up each shell, isn't it?

That's how, unknowingly, we collected bowlfuls of seashells. Anyway, today I'll show you what I purchased on the sidewalk near Victoria Memorial, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Memorial_%28India%29,
Calcutta http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calcutta during one of the rainy days.

It is of some artifacts which are made with the shells from the sea beach of Puri, Orissa. http://www.shubhyatra.com/orissa/

I guess, considering the price I paid for the toys (Rs. 2 for each tortoise and Rs. 5 for the mouse), the artists make these least sophisticated but definitely indigenous shells toys. They are made simply to express how shells can become something that are worthy for someone like me and not merely for money!

After reaching home, these toys look so at home with the other small collection in one corner of the house! Aren't they gorgeous?