Old Movies ----- Classic movie Mother

Mother India was a movie, made in the late 50s, which glorified the supreme sacrifice and hardships of a mother. She existed only to be able to take care of him, but when she had to choose between values and her son, she chose the former.

Frog brooch - An Inadvert addition?

" You have a lot of frogs around!"my brother had pointed it out. I hadn't realized it, but we did. My husband has a fondness for frogs. So yesterday, when this glittering frog made an entry into my life I wasn't surprised. "It is for you", he said. It was a brooch.

Subzero temperatures in Helena

The hike to Mt Helena after the first sprinkling of snow

It has been -8 degree F this week, so cold and so dry. It is rarely ever this cold in Helena. It brings back memories of the wind chill experienced in Michigan and North Dakota.

Spellbound - A fairy tale of sorts

Once upon a time there lived a princess in the castle of her dreams. Dreamy eyed and beautiful beyond compare in her mind, she lived in a world of her own. She came out of her castle, sashaying in yet another new colorful saree, with a huge smile on her face.

Attitude Idaho

Attitude Idaho, now I am not sure if Sarah has written a book with that title or not but I saw it. It was in a room full of people eating do-nuts and browsing books. I am looking in astonishment through my little rat hole, as I stand there unnoticed wondering what is going on, it doesn’t even look like Sarah’s house.

 

Blogs and Babies!

"So how is your son doing, are you missing him?", this is a normal question I get asked and I reply, " Yes I do!.. but.... I have two blogs!" I can tell they are not impressed. 

Prize Mileya? ....... More than just a Prize

Did you get a prize? (Prize Mileya?)

I once, decided to participate in a painting competition at school. It was a poor attempt at trying to please my painting teacher and parents. Well! for the next few weeks, every single day, my parents asked me - "Prize mileya?"

Gurpurab - Full Moon in November

Gurudwara Nankana Saheb - Birthplace of Guru Nanak

Pooranmashi ( full moon) after Diwali ( festival of lights), is that magical time of the year, that has always been special for me.

Jack Pumpkin Head of Oz

The strong wind took away his original head, so now my scarecrow has a pumpkin head. This takes me to the time when, we read about Jack - the pumpkin head a new character introduced in the "Marvellous land of Oz"

कहाँ जायेगा बेटा -------- १ (काँलेजो के चक्कर में)

कहाँ जायेगा बेटा ? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------पहला भाग 

" हमारे जमाने मे  अालू २ पैसे प्रति क्विन्टल मिलते थे आौर प्याज साढ़े ऐक पैसे के ! क्या जमाना था " आलू -प्याज़  की कीमत के चक्कर मे अक्सर डूबे रहते थे हमारे दूर के  परदादाजी। सहत अच्छी भली होने के कारण, उनका नाम डाला गया था " लाल बुड्डा " । 

Scarecrow & Tizer gardens

The original scarecrow

It finally feels like fall, my scarecrow has been out there for almost a week now. The other day the wind was so strong that his head rolled off, so he has a pumpkin head now. 

Blogger or Wordpress...Musings or Cooking?

Foolishly joyous

Choices...Choices....Choices.. in the world of Blogging. Now Blogger is perhaps the easiest, you can have your blog up and running in half an hour. Wordpress is a little more involved, requires a little more learning, little more patience but the results are worth it.

Our Helena Adventure... Beginnings...

Helena Airport

I came across this picture of the Helena airport, it brought back fond memories of the time when we saw Helena airport for the first time.  We were struck by the architecture, the beams and the pillars that are quite charming and characteristic of Montana.

Old Posters & Bollywood Night in Helena

 Blood for Blood

I was truly surprised to see an old Hindi/North Indian/Bollywood movie poster featuring Rekha, a prominent movie star of the 70s , in downtown, Helena.

Fall - Savoring the journey

On the way to Bozeman

There is something about the Fall season, that makes me feel nostalgic, the cool crispness in the air, and haunting lyrics of “Forever Autumn” by Moody Blues, playing at the back of my mind,

“ The summer sun is fading as the year grows old, darker days are drawing near.” This year, it hasn't felt, that much like Fall as yet, with the days enveloped in sunshine and warmth, even though the mornings have been cool and crisp.

Today, on my way to Bozeman, I drove slower than usual to savor the journey; I saw trees with fading leaves clustered around a pond. It was beautiful, a scene out of a picture book, with a little red bridge across the water giving it the perfect finished look. I stopped to take in the beauty, what joy it was to see leaves falling from the tree onto the pond, floating on the tranquil waters, and trying to carve their own little paths on the water. The peace and the quiet of the surroundings, made me feel like I was in the middle of a forest tucked faraway from the highway.

The little red bridge

Often times, in a rush to get to the destination, the journey is forgotten or neglected. If only we can find it in ourselves to slow down and savor the journey…

Friendships and Clouds

Clouds drifting away

“In the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory act, subject to discontinuance without further notice,” so said, the character Telemachus - in a short story by O. Henry.  As a traveler I can say that it is true, sometimes you move on with your life and sometimes your friends move on and  paths may never cross again.

Looking at the beautiful sky outside my window, the clouds with their ever changing shapes, floating and drifting away remind me of friendships that were meant to last a lifetime, instead disappeared in the mist as we drifted away like clouds in our own directions.  Sometimes, I have tried chasing the clouds but in vain, as they dissipated into thin air. The essence and the fragrance linger on as memories.

Especially of a time, when there were no shutterbugs to capture every significant and insignificant moments of our lives, when life was simply lived in that moment, for that moment, images of people are entrenched somewhere. Perhaps distorted, magically transformed or exalted, one may never know! That is the beauty of the memory that has no validation; mine could be different from yours while we walked down the same path together some years ago.

The joys of Blogging....

 I started writing a blog about three weeks ago. I am glad to finally, have a  "writing routine." It can be all consuming and all encompassing and your brain can feel like a live electric wire, which cannot be switched off.

How Matters? --- Of stolen slogans, patents and ownership

Yesterday, I read about the rather frivolous lawsuit on who owns the phrase “How matters” between a business strategy author and a yoghurt company?  The ownership, copyrights and the patent issues seem to be getting crazier by the day.There are numerous such ridiculous lawsuits being filed on a regular basis.

Pomegranate Soup

Pomegranate Soup

I saw“Pomegranate Soup”, a best seller by Marsha Mehran at the book store,I bought it right away. It was an interesting book about three sisters from Iran who end up opening a restaurant in a rural town somewhere in Ireland.

Ceremonious farewells... sweet and sentimental

Soccer seniors of 2013....

We are all the heroes of our own lives and why should we not be? That innate desire to be important and to be revered is but natural.  How many of us love to imagine the world would be lesser without us, maybe far from truth but it helps boost our self-esteem.