Remembering Gypsy

Gypsy was our beautiful Cocker Spaniel.

Amazingly spirited as spaniels are known to be.

She was a treasure sent from heaven above.

She died on this day, 6 years ago.

Snatched away too early.

Due to the carelessness of the vet.

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You think those dogs will not be in heaven! I tell you they will be there long before any of us.

~  Robert Louis Stevenson ~

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Supporting the Recycling Agenda

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

 ~  Mahatma Gandhi  ~

An environmental enthusiast, I  do whatever best I can to play a part in saving the environment & supporting actions for change. It is sobering because the divide between idealism & indifference are played out on a daily basis. It is so easy to get discouraged because it often involves swimming against the tide. Of a people who may have contributed to getting us where we are (me included) but showing apathy & reluctance to change for the better (me excluded).

I do whatever I can for the green cause, be it having trees planted as I get opportunity or raising awareness. All that glitters is very often litter I have learnt.

My deepest respect is for those waste workers who tirelessly slog it out through mountains of trash built by an indifferent society that would rather shift blame than take responsibility for change.

The waste workers job is one of those thankless careers having to deal with man’s innate selfishness. 24/7. I salute those incredible workers who clean & segregate trash. And have not given up.

It is amazing to see what can become of  recyclable waste once it is passed on to those creative agents for change, the recycling experts. Photos below are of a handbag made of recycled tetra packs. I picked it up at a recycling event last year & it’s still going strong. Bag perched on tree for a true green effect 🙂

Credit goes to all those folks out there who tirelessly work in this unglamorous profession in different capacities, working for change & playing their part to save the environment.

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The earth will not continue to offer its harvest, except with faithful stewardship. We cannot say we love the land and then take steps to destroy it for use by future generations.

~ Pope John Paul II ~

A nation that destroys its soils destroys itself. Forests are the lungs of our land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our people.

~  Franklin D. Roosevelt  ~

What’s the use of a fine house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?

~  Henry David Thoreau ~

To waste, to destroy our natural resources, to skin and exhaust the land instead of using it so as to increase its usefulness, will result in undermining in the days of our children the very prosperity which we ought by right to hand down to them amplified and developed.

 ~ Theodore Roosevelt ~

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I must thank Hugmamma for pointing me to Michael Jackson’s Earth Song. Powerful.

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I strongly believe in the divine principle that as you sow, you reap.

It scares me to think of the harvest of the future from the abundance of trash & toxins that have been sown into the precious earth.

My prayer is that we will all play our part & make a difference for a cleaner, greener Earth.


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Pip-Pip, it’s Aunt Agatha

I was thinking about Aunt Agatha recently. No relative of mine but as any PG Wodehouse fan will recall, Aunt Agatha is that fiercely formidable character who leaves a well…deep & lasting impression. While everyone will recall Jeeves, Aunt Agatha has her spot in the sun too.

This imposing dame was described by her nephew Bertie Wooster as “My Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.” 

And elsewhere –

“Aunt Agatha is like an elephant—not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.”

“My Aunt Agatha, for instance, is tall and thin and looks rather like a vulture in the Gobi desert, while Aunt Dahlia is short and solid, like a scrum half in the game of Rugby football. In disposition, too, they differ widely. Aunt Agatha is cold and haughty, though presumably unbending a bit when conducting human sacrifices at the time of the full moon, as she is widely rumoured to do, and her attitude towards me has always been that of an austere governess, causing me to feel as if I were six years old and she had just caught me stealing jam from the jam cupboard: whereas Aunt Dahlia is as jovial and bonhomous as a dame in a Christmas pantomime.”

You get the drift.

Some characters always make you compare them with people in real life who fit the job description. Aunt Agatha for example is the kind you either have within your own family or with luck, escape having.

P G Wodehouse is one of my favourite authors for that dose of subtle, wry humour & sarcasm that pricks. Reminds me, I got to pick up another PGW to read.

The Day Earth Died

Mother Earth heaved from side to side.

And sighed.

And sighed some more.

It was a bad dream.

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The whole earth was barren.

Green spots here & there.

The only vegetation which remained.

The remaining plants like embers in an ash heap.

Knowing the light had been put out.

Others struggled valiantly to break out of seed.

Pushing through clods of earth to see  the sunlight.

Few other shrubs & dwarfed trees.

Here & there.

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Plastic, pollutants & other solid waste had clogged the pores of the earth.

Till the earth became nothing but a vast landfill.

Choked any growth from beneath & strangled  their growth.

Degraded the waters.

Filthified the airs.

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A species from the past.

Had advanced & become too smart for his own good.

Extracted from Earth all her treasures.

Repaid her with garbage unlimited.

Wet. Dry. Mixed.

The toxified Earth.

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Gradually the waste man generated, consumed the species.

Wiped them off the earth.

For good.

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He had polluted the air. He had polluted the water. He had polluted the earth.

A shrieking scream & Earth awoke from her slumber.

To discover, the dream was true.

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Earth had finally died.

She had become a ghost.

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Sow waste. Reap waste.

Cats may be cute, but mind their claws

Our kitten Tiger (featured in the picture) recently escaped. On a Saturday & at night.

During the search operation, he was found nervously hanging around the neighbours turf.

On discovering him there, I  rushed in to get him without thinking of consequences.

Outside were the four stray dogs, arch rivals to these fuzz balls.

I was unprepared for what was to follow.

While Tiger, recognised me, he was overpowered by fear in an alien location. So there a major difference between cats & dogs I discovered! He wasn’t able to perceive that I was there to save him.

I acted on impulse without any thoughts of potential danger to myself.  I managed to catch Tiger for the first time but he furiously fought me off & escaped.

With luck, I managed to catch him the second time & ensured a tighter grip. He again furiously fought me off. In the process I was awarded a nasty scratch & ended up with a 2 inch  gash on my wrist. It was God’s Grace that it wasn’t worse.

Another person was called in to help who finally managed to catch the elusive fellow & bring him home safe.

I enquired with a feline expert later who told me that the kittens behaviour was out of fear &  shared the  right way to catch it.

I share this simply because each of us act on the spur of the moment in an emergency.  I wish I knew then what I know now.

So for all who are new to cats & their mysterious ways, please be aware of the following –

1. Unlike dogs, cats react out of fear even if they recognise you.

2. Fear makes cats lash out even if the noble  intention is to save the creature.

3. Never plunge in to save a cat bare handed.

4. When going to rescue a cat, ensure you carry a thick towel to throw over it & only then proceed to pick it up.

I had to learn this the hard way. I discovered the right way after the incident.

Cats are entertaining creatures, but it sure helps to know how to save them as they put their proverbial nine lives to the test.

Don’t Judge a Recipe by its Picture

Halva is what all my fellow Indians will identify with.

For those with sweet molars the dish is  valued by its degree of sweetness & taste.

The celebration of sugar.

Health freaks please ignore.

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I recently came across a recipe & stunning picture of  Tomato Halva.

Its richness was alluring.

Got myself to make it as a part of my extremely  rare entries in the culinary zone.

It looked just as alluring as the photo.

Alas, how miserable it tasted.

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