Poketspeak

These guys have definitely pocketed it.  Simplistic tees with pockets of handcrafted fabrics. A wonderful concept towards craft awareness.  Yes not a big contribution towards boosting craft consumption and sales,  there is only so much fabric you can utilise in making pockets on Tees   but definitely a wonderful concept for sensitisation.  It would be a wonderful give away / dress code for symposiums / conferences. Needless to say a wonderful fashion statement n collectible for every craft enthusiast.

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The take off

To fly high you need the take off.  To get up there you must begin sweating it out here. As they say it, the grass seems greener,  for all you  know this take run might be the most interesting part of the journey.  Like the most picturesque part of a flight is the take off leading you to the calm of the skies.  The beautiful clouds you cross but stop not to look at seem like a distant dream down below.  Up there, there is peace.  But no retiring to that pretty cloud whose cherry smile you never returned in your haste to soar up only to look below and regret never living while you could.
Live each moment to have times of peace with no regrets.

Happiness in three little things

Shivani.  Preeti and ruchi.
"aunty do you have toffees for us"
"Not even biscuits?" preeti asked me as i sat in the corner of the road,  waiting. They happily took my no.  Smilled a toothy smile n walked down the road. Their expectant innocence sparkling in the hopes of a sweeter tomorrow.

Living an unfortunate reality

I woke up shivering in fright, a nightmare,  rain of bullets.  I stood watching the skyscrapers fall like a stack of cards in the wind. The flyway i have been watching them build painstakingly for a year,  crumbled at a blast at its far end.  Pillar on pillar it fell,  in a matter of seconds the concrete serpent reduced to dust was now a roadway to the other world.  I stood watching,  wanting to scream,  wanting to run.  Airplanes soared above, finally i ran for cover.  An airbus flying low,  rained bullets on nameless faces in their homes.  I ran.  Too afraid to look behind at the heavy footsteps that followed.  Is that gunman a good gunman? Is he here to help me?  Is he there to kill?  Is he on my side? But which is my side?  This ain't my war i don't care if he is good,  he has a gun,  loaded n is trained to kill.  Run.  The cellphone flashed EOC777. emergency on country.
This was a nightmare.  An off shoot from the reality of manipur.  Coming up in the next post.

White lies n the dark truth

Remember the alien pk?  Descending from a world that had no lies?  If the Concept of lies was to vanish overnight from this world.  Where people had no choice of speaking beyond reality. What a difference it would make.  The absence of lies would mean a total absence of deceit,   and hence the need of caution against fellow earthlings.  The fundamental nature of man would be to trust n believe in everyone and everything,  like a child. Man would have nothing to hide,  proudly flaunting their opinions without tweaking the truth. Half the crimes would be gone.

No fantasies,  no fancied theories,  nothing but that which is real.  Sarcasm would die. And so would a lot of creative thinking.

It would be a better world where "because of a hangover"  would be a legit reason to skip work.

Gandhiji would be the happiest man on earth.  Till then keep happy,  keep bending the truth.