Our Golden Age?

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The early decades of the twenty-first century saw a great flowering of the literary arts, due in large part to the advent of self-publishing on the Internet. The writers called themselves Indie Authors. Many of them were members of the so-called Baby Boom generation, born between the end of the Second World War and the nineteen-sixties. With a high degree of literacy and egos inflated by the conviction that they were the first humans to experience anything worthwhile, many of them used their retirement years to write. Literary agents and publishers were overwhelmed by a flood of submissions from these eager wannabees. Mail rooms overflowed with manuscript boxes, fat brown envelopes and SASEs. Rejections issued forth, provoking incredulous disappointment. Technology came to the rescue, providing online publishing platforms that allowed the indies to elbow the weary gatekeepers aside and publish. Millions of ebooks and POD print books issued forth. Savvy…

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Tanka #1 Trees – lonely magnificence

My mute companions
Tall,ageless,rooted trees
Silent witnesses
Holding secrets of mankind
Can you please whisper to me?

Dear friends,
Most of the shoots have been captured while moving. From Jammu &Kashmir to Himachal Pradesh the magnificent and ever changing beauty is a treat for eyes. I always think that there may be so much hidden treasures in the trees, which are there for generations to generations. They are intriguing with their shapes and colors. Some naked without the protection of their coverings (the leaves) stand tall and proud in their beauty.

Let’s take care not to destroy them for our selfish use because our life span is just a fraction of theirs. And they are the Symbol of hope and prosperity for human lives yet to come.

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RANDOM -Many moods of Sky

Splendor what eyes captured,

Locked in  my memory Album

Pictures are only second best,

An emptiness with million moods,

Enriched my soul deeply,

Gave me a treasure house

To reminisce in my lonely moments.

Dear friends,
Most of the shoots have been captured while moving. From Jammu &Kashmir to Himachal Pradesh the magnificent and ever changing beauty is a treat for eyes.

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Precious moments – Joy of Innocence

No words can describe the pleasure of watching pure love❤

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HAIKU # 78 My soul -In awe of Nature

Night view @ Karza(A village in Manali Himachal Pardesh India)

Mesmerizing Sky

Bejeweled by moon and stars

Silhouette mountain

Sunset & Moon raising -A treat

We need to respect our environment and nature for this kind of enriching experience.

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Random – Memory Trail The mountain homes

Strong traditions Blending with the surroundings Kud Sanasar (Jammu and Kashmir)

Roasting of corn traditional way

Nomadic life of Gujjars in mountains

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Random – Memories review

Nature never changes

The magic is continues

The freshness age less

Spirit of Himalays

Enriching my soul

Silence of dusk chirpy birds

Weeping willow grandeur

The old guard

The magnificent old log giving life

The nature going to rest

These pictures are of Kud and its surroundings in the Jammu &Kashmir State India

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HAIKU #77 Mystic nature

             Lotus pond @Kalptaru Jammu                            Courtesy  Artist Suman Gupta

     Wilting under Sun
Silvery moon gives it life
     Pink hues a delight

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Random Thoughts-Childhood

My present is perfect
It will turn to past soon
I would remember it fondly
May even take a cue
But may not like to relive”

Often people say that they would love to re-live the good olden days of childhood. When we tell our children about our simple yet enriched childhood, we become nostalgic. The outdoor games, sleeping under the open sky in summers and many other simple inexpensive pleasures we fondly remember were relevant at that point in time. This I experienced very recently.

On my recent visit to Jammu, my hometown, I was happy and excited to meet my old friends and relatives, refreshing the golden childhood. There were frequent electricity breakdowns at that time and we used to sleep on rooftops enjoying the moon and twinkling stars. The summer nights were sometimes cool, sometimes rainy or humid. But it didn’t affect our sleep and we would wake up fresh and bright.

As most children, my son also had heard this story countless times. A few days back, the transformer broke down in the area where my sister lives. As it was evening time electricity department was closed, so nothing could be done till the next morning. The inverter also said goodbye after a few hours. As it was unbearably hot in the rooms, we decided to go to the rooftop looking for some relief.

The sky was neither cloudy nor clear, which meant a bit of fresh air in long intervals. In our enthusiasm to relive our childhood days, decided to sleep there. We made our self as comfortable as possible and tried to sleep looking at the sky. But we were not prepared for the music of mosquitoes and the discomfort of humid air. Even tried our childhood rescue instrument the wooden hand fans (called pakhi in Dogri). The night which was supposed to be just like olden days turned out to be a nightmare.

Today’s reality is we can’t live without present-day amenities. I think we should be careful when wishing for good olden days, because those circumstances and the environment was right that time but not for now.

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