Devi

As i sat there meditating, focusing on my sensations, a vision arose: it was a mix of the mythological representations for the ultimate female forces in nature: the DEVIs in their various form. the same form was Durga, the destroyer; the same form was Parvati, the nurturer; the same form was Sita, the ardent follower; Sarasvati, the portal of knowing and knowledge, the same form was Kali! They are all one!

She is within and without

She lingers in our minds

She blazes in Nature

She is the soft voice

of our conscience

She is the harsh sound

of realizations

She is the silent gaze

of reassurance

She is the sharp glance

of admonition

She is the soft murmurings

of love

She is the rhythmic songs

of knowing

She is growth and

Nature

She is one

She is life

and

Life giver

On friendship


�In all my friends
Spread everywhere
I find myself
Just scattered there.

� Each one highlights
Something in me
Each one presents
A part of me.

�Of all life’s gifts
This is the best –
For friendship is
A place of rest.

�A special bond –
Where none was there –
Of affection
And mutual care!

�You get to choose
And to select
To supplement
Your intellect !

�You get to choose
A few good ones
To last until
Your life is done.

�Grow up with them
And grow old too-
Through fights and fun
And things to do.

�They laugh and jest
In mirth with you,
And find out just
What bothers you!

�The best of all
Relationships
To take you through
Your battleships!

�So on this day
Just let me tell –
Choose your friends
And choose you well!

Balm hair and calm air

#Thefunnysideoflife

Resembles hair – doesn’t it!?

I am writing about this as I saw that this is one of the few topics on which there is nothing on google. That itself was a surprise for me. I thought google knew everything. After all I have even revered it on teachers day and Guru-Poornima.

The above photo has nothing to do with what I am going to write about!

It’s about hair – scalp hair – my scalp hair.

My COVID duty started since 5/07/2020. It continued relentlessly in the hospital in Pune where I am working. Every day we wear two caps and a gown etc. One evening I noticed that my hair was feeling funny. I wondered what was wrong in the surgical caps – maybe the batch was wrong. Or was I developing a skin lesion – something allergic maybe. I asked my young friends whether I was using the wrong shampoo. Maybe I was. But the new lockdown had started. Lockdown x.0. Lost count now, you know. So I thought maybe I would go to a spa when it would be permissible. My hair started feeling funny and weird. And it’s weird stickiness bothered me. A lot. I was wondering whether I should consult my dermatologist colleague to ask for advise. But the lockdown and my COVID duty stopped me. And in all fairness, good that it did.

Like a micro-epiphany my mind did a kangaroo jump back to an evening.

So – it so happened that around a week ago, I was generally lazing around reading or watching a video on my tablet- it could have been either. It was night and I was about to sleep. These days, like a few crazy women my age – I am 49 going on 50 – I am strangely partial towards the smell of menthol and camphor containing gooey substance sold in India – Vick’s Vaporub, Zandu balm, Tiger Balm, Amrutanjan balm. These slithery ointments work wonders on mild aches and pains. They are comforting and have some degree of positive placebo effect as well. And I am specially partial to the smell of camphor. It had helped me ride over my mild nausea of pregnancy years ago. I used to keep camphor in the cupboard then, and whenever I felt nauseous I just had to open the door, smell it and the nausea would be gone.

So I kind of rest my case and my defence.

Let’s get back to what I actually did a few weeks ago. And this is a child-safe article. There was no naughtiness involved. So read on without any excitement. Please.

So as I was drifting off to sleep my hand wandered to the bottle of Amrutanjan and I dipped in and put a bit of it on my forehead. Just a feel good thing. The smell of home kind of. The fragrance of camphor drifting in. If I had confidence and evidence that the camphor would ward of the COVID droplets that had surreptitiously found their way in my nose, I would be so happy to say so. But till now there are no such theories. I have not yet googled that though. Mind you.

And for some strange reason, beyond my conscious knowledge, my fingers dipped in the damn balm again and my hand went up to my scalp and I applied the balm to my head and even spread it (like a conditioner) into my hair. Why- WHY- why did I do that ? I do not know. It felt good at that time. The menthol and camphor. Sigh. Weird surprised sigh. Like WHAT???

And of course due to COVID duty we have been having an endless number of baths. So I was shampooing my hair EVERY DAY – TWICE.

And so coming back to now – now that I realised that this must be the cause of all the stickiness, I turned to google. Because obviously the extensive shampooing wasn’t helping. It must be something else that needed to be done. I googled – ‘How to remove Amrutanjan from your hair’ and their was no info??? Shock! Am I the first one to do this then ? Oh come on!

I remembered the texture of hair of several of my headache patients. And I felt a creepy déjà vu ! No. I was NOT the first. Maybe I was the first to want to remove it ! 😷

Maybe google has something else.

I tried my luck with ………. Vick’s Vaporub. It has a global presence as compared to our atmanirbhar Amrutanjan. And maybe the demographics that uses Vick’s on hair also wants to remove it later !

And bingo ! I had stumbled on Alladin’s cave.

There were videos ! And references ! Hey. Where was I while all this was happening !?

Women have been using Vick’s to condition and discipline their hair !!

Another blog can be written on that !

But I had found my answer in those videos – the bulls eye treatment was – USE GREASE REMOVING DISH-WASHING LIQUID directly.

😖

What has to be done, has to be done.

So I took our Indian VIM dish-washing liquid and washed my hair today!

And … sigh … my hair feels wonderful again! Even a little better, if I may say so! So may be there is some value for Vick’s Vaporub as a source of something!

So that’s my hashtag blog – #removingamrutanjanfromhair #removingbalmfromhair #howtoremoveamrutanjanfromyourhair #how_to_remove_amrutanjan_from_hair

So if someone wants, here it is

Use dishwasher liquid and BINGO!

!

Art and I

As the tree puts out leaves, art emerges from a human being. It is such a beautiful process- beyond our conscious understanding. I acknowledge, accept and respect that process.

A random free form of art. Just as it flowed out of my hand. No plans.

As a child going through a rough childhood I instinctively turned to art to cope with the things that were going wrong around me. Techniques developed through me. I had no names or labels for what I was doing. I would spend hours bent over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen or a sketch pen. And then later directly brush on paper. It was something off beat. Something I hadn’t seen, something that wasn’t taught to me. Just some yearning, some force trying to get out. And it gave me peace. It helped me cope with stuff.

And now in this emerging young world of digital and social media that connects us all together across boundaries, I am intrigued by all the art work pouring out there in this world. It feels wonderful to have so many people sharing their art work. It inspires one to keep going on.

A year ago I stepped out of my comfort zone which was actually more of a gilded cage. Ever since then I have been exploring forms of art. And surprisingly I connected with my old self.

Seeing paper or canvas now stimulates me. It is as if I have freed something inside me. It is as if I am breathing again.

And I came across this book called ‘IKIGAI’. Seems I have found mine.

This year has been a revelation to me. A revelation about my own self hidden from me.

In spite of COVID , I feel it is a good time to be alive. We will pull through this. Life will survive. And so will art. That is what makes us human !

Do follow me on Insta for a daily update on my art work.
Art flows out.
It has a life of its own.
It drives us to create.
Like a force with its own power and presence.


I’m on Instagram as gauri_pallavi_creations.
This is a page for my art work, photos, songs, blogs, podcasts and so on!
The ikigai project- the reason I get up every morning. The force that keeps me going.


Install the app to follow my photos and videos. https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=16q4rledmxnk0&utm_content=i3de1q4

Art and I

As the tree puts out leaves, art emerges from a human being. It is such a beautiful process- beyond our conscious understanding. I acknowledge, accept and respect that process.

A random free form of art. Just as it flowed out of my hand. No plans.

As a child going through a rough childhood I instinctively turned to art to cope with the things that were going wrong around me. Techniques developed through me. I had no names or labels for what I was doing. I would spend hours bent over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen or a sketch pen. And then later directly brush on paper. It was something off beat. Something I hadn’t seen, something that wasn’t taught to me. Just some yearning, some force trying to get out. And it gave me peace. It helped me cope with stuff.

And now in this emerging young world of digital and social media that connects us all together across boundaries, I am intrigued by all the art work pouring out there in this world. It feels wonderful to have so many people sharing their art work. It inspires one to keep going on.

A year ago I stepped out of my comfort zone which was actually more of a gilded cage. Ever since then I have been exploring forms of art. And surprisingly I connected with my old self.

Seeing paper or canvas now stimulates me. It is as if I have freed something inside me. It is as if I am breathing again.

And I came across this book called ‘IKIGAI’. Seems I have found mine.

This year has been a revelation to me. A revelation about my own self hidden from me.

Inspire of COVID , I fee it is a good time to be alive. We will pull through this. Life will survive. And so will art. That is what makes us human !

Do follow me on Insta for a daily update on my art work.
Art flows out.
It has a life of its own.
It drives us to create.
Like a force with its own power and presence.


I’m on Instagram as gauri_pallavi_creations.
This is a page for my art work, photos, songs, blogs, podcasts and so on!
The ikigai project- the reason I get up every morning. The force that keeps me going.


Install the app to follow my photos and videos. https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=16q4rledmxnk0&utm_content=i3de1q4

Take STEPS – Use your quarantine !

21 days of lockdown. 21 days to spend time with yourself.

Someone sent a post saying 21 days is the time required for a new habit.

Let us take STEPS towards that.

STEPS –

STRATEGY. TRAINING, ENDURANCE, PRACTICE, SKILL

1) STRATEGY

Think about your dreams. Drench yourself in your passion. Revisit and Revise your goals. Think about your plans.

Decide on the habits you desire to achieve your goals.

Pick up your pen and paper. Make your strategy. Make a mind map of your plan.

More follows….

Friends

The most important relation

Bestowed on humans !

These are people

Who match and reflect

Our own selves!

They are the pillars

Of support

And strength !

I am grateful

To their existence

In my life !

Expression in visual words

It’s not speaking, but it’s not writing either. Now we type, on our screens, with our thumbs! So an entirely different neural network, different areas of the brain. I remember reading in my rambled manner, an essay on ‘Why the novel matters’ by D H Lawrence (http://www.ncert.nic.in/ncerts/l/lekl124.pdf). And I was mesmerised as a teenager, to read his detailed evaluation of what happens when he writes, how his hand is involved as deeply in the act as his mind and brain.

What must be happening now, I wonder, as I type the words that appear on my brains screen, which is the magical app, my mind! It seems to send messages to both my thumbs and they are alive as they type out letter after letter to construct words in orchestrated unison. The messages travel at lightening speed and the thumbs mice like ballet dancers, set to a rhythm dictated by my rapidly flowing thoughts. They pause as my mind pauses, sometimes, for inspiration. They hover on the qwerty keyboard on my mobile as a breathe actively sometimes, scanning the hard drives of my mind to look for a special word. Yes, my thumbs are as much me as my mind. Especially when I am expressing through the visual word on my smart phone. It is one natural smart device connecting with a man-made one.

The last lesson from Sunshine

Shit happens‘,

Your life said.

And it has to be borne,

You said with your eyes-

Everyday.

It has to be borne

With

Inner strength,

Never questioning,

‘Why me?’

It has to be borne

With

Calmness and patience,

Learning to wait eternally,

Never asking,

‘When?’

It has to be borne

With

Faith,

Never loosing the vision

Of possibilities.