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journaling…mainly about my first love…

…mind has finally quietened …
no longer hankering for what cannot be had… departed can no longer return…. am now into celebrating with whatever’s in hand …
my love of books hasn’t waned even though I am not reading much these days… however, I do sleep with books around me… they provide come home feel and a comfort level for me…
books carry worlds between their covers and will never kick the bucket on me as I can reread them if I want to…no one can stop me from doing that … not even time unless I deplete my life’s hourglass in a final run through…
only hindrance ..perhaps are my tired eyes …
…I do adore books though and
maybe am being fanciful but sometimes I hear querulous voices escaping my loved ones from their dogeared corners chiding me about my callous abandonments …
I do have good intentions and mean to read even turning into that voracious bookworm of younger days all over again but this perfidious arthritic body and a quicksilver mind have such a hold over me…
I wish for one thing and end up doing something else … and those wheels under my feet and my gypsy soul won’t let me rest either…last month we were in England …next month we go to New Orleans and the south…but my feet are already afflicted with that restlessness syndrome and are raring to up and take off….but Ganesh is inclined to stay close to home and do mini day trips… que sera sera …
I’ll keep you updated when I finish one of my new books lying next to me with my favorite mug of steaming chai…

Teomancy? no …

processing

always endeavoring to get to that ultimate point where everything has been squared away… all tears, heartbreaks : wreaked and suffered finally addressed washing my shroud for delivery as pristine as day one’s delivery … I continue self purifying as an ongoing exercise bathing in fire of recriminations …burning in salt waters for my final deconstruction……

why does this silly heart wish for returns from “points of no returns” why can’t life like movies have reruns?
my lament has no boundary… it is like a miasma engulfing my sunshines…if not in flesh..come visit me in dreams … let’s relive those carefree times that filled our days with joyous screams

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come
annoy me
I won’t get angry
irritate me
I won’t get short
remonstrate
I won’t harrumph
just call me
‘cos I so long
to hear your
dear voices
do know
am now
fully
awake!

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just come

as the teabag bleeds color into my favorite cup swirling dark clouds… I wonder about dregs and gently break open it’s belly with a knife tip… ..

and then come to a standstill ….telling myself

“wait a minute .. You’re no longer into divinations and readings of tea leaves …then why did you do what you did’?

…guess old habits die hard …

nowadays with mind fully harnessed and at peace with life ‘as is” in acceptance of whatever is to be will be… am fully prepped for onward journey …

born with a Romano gypsy soul I am however always raring to go especially to slake my parched being with nature’s exquisite beauty that fills me with ecstasy ..

having daintily sipped my tea to the last drop …I stare at the dregs … wondering about its inky kaleidoscopic pattern and then deliberately wash away the leaves without any qualms

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Hot Lips

Thanks to Facebook every morning one revisits posts from “on this day” from previous years.

Upon reading my old post I fondly recalled my first acquaintance with HOT LIPS
which was synonymous with HOT LIPS HOULIHAN FROM MASH… we enjoyed that sitcom hugely along with others…

Second and 3rd encounters with Hot Lips happened as under:
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“Then I met my room- mate in rehab and every time she rouged her lips I’d imagine her Hot Lips chasing my Ganesh all puckered up and I’d chuckle and feel sorry for her…
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After rehab and recovery we’d gone for a wonderful trip to Croatia and Slovenia. One of our fellow travelers : a very kind lady …would constantly rouge her protruding lips and being slim built ..she was somehow all lips …during the whole trip I kept dreaming about her protruding hot lips seeking kisses from her companion…they were both very caring and friendly but those “hot lips” took some time before fading from my mind !
Lol

Last year at this time I was in rehab after left knee replacement …here are excerpts :

Rehab diaries …..

I’ve been wondering if I’ve landed from the fire ‘surgery’ into a pudding full of mixed nuts ‘rehab facility’ !
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Those of staff who remembered me from last year gave me broad smiles and warm hugs and the unknown ones eyed me warily.. I was too far gone in pain to care one way or other.

The food quality for vegetarians has improved somewhat happily.. I believe there is a different dietician.

The room they gave is a share with A Hip Surgery. Boy! This one does like to vent and grumble when possible. I pretend to sleep most of the time. Her previous room- mate she had had bundled out as she’d watched TV whole night i was told.

Last night, i got the fright of my life. While knee deep in sleep I suddenly heard bloodcurdling screams …it was the Hip Surgery having nightmares! She scared me silly and I don’t scare easily…
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So much for unplanned excitement…. Talk to you later. Have a great weekend, love, bina
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Part 2:

Today has been a less chaotic day as things are falling in place and or missing their mark, just…

Meals are tedium personified and am truly elated with this factor as I diligently gulp down one to two mouthfuls keeping all the pills to be had subsequently….uppermost in mind..

Nevertheless my rather feisty ‘hip surgery’ was able to get a couple of vanilla ice- creams to end today and this I gladly ingested with alacrity.

Ms. Cane aka hip surgery is shy of eighty by two years, extremely garrulous and quite resourceful. By all means, cajoling, praising, smiling, snarling or being sarcastic..whichever works, she gets her stuff done. After contriving to lose two room- mates, she has decided to keep me after duly approving me with her eagle eyes….my shy pleasing demeanor no doubt coupled with my 100 watt smile won her over I guess. Problem is, am not sure I want to be there… She has guessed as much and keeps on offering choice pieces of edibles as olive branches… Even though this allegory is a misfit.

Today Ganesh came by with my already prepared stuff. We chatted for a while and then he met Ms. C. Outside our room, in the hallway. Quickly ice was broken and they were on to great back and forth repartees….

Meanwhile Ganesh excused himself in Hindi he as wanted to get home early.

Ms.C hastily entered our room, went to her bed and quickly applied rouge and lip color combing her hair etc…kind of freshened up. Then she asked where was Ganesh? I said ‘he had to leave early hence was gone.’ She was quite disappointed. In any case much later her son came over with his wife …hence the makeup did not go for waste.

After they departed…She told me ‘my son approves of you’. I nearly fell off the bed…. ”


Hahaha

Journal counted…

May 17, 2017

Today I woke up …steady on my feet …this time last year I was prepping for left knee replacement …only anesthesia can put my active mind under ..otherwise I guess it runs as if nuclear powered even though I wish it ran on solar panels !
and this reminds me of our current dismal state of affairs : if only our EPA had more teeth instead of being sledgehammered by current administration …one among a litany of woes these days
even as we gear up to travel in less than a month, I fondly recall all the helping hands and leg ups I’ve received to date while navigating and crisscrossing the globe in various directions in thirty plus countries
People I’ve realized are innately kind and I wish to thank each and everyone from the innermost recesses of my heart … THANK YOU and a big sloppy bear hug !
Life itself is a journey and the way we navigate it is very important … it will always have its ups and downs …thing is being bull-doggish in temperament … I fight adversity tooth and nail as my goal nowadays is either to kick the bucket in great style failing which quietly float way with dignity… no more raging at the dying of light… but this can only happen after I cross off my bucket list which is finally getting pared down and …. one last thing as I continue to work on myself … I want to forgive all those who’ve hurt me one way or another especially knowingly as I don’t wish to meet them again in my next life as I firmly believe in reincarnation !
now am going to drink to life with a lemon twist and a spoonful of honey … life is life full of startling mixed flavors !

Oriental Tea Ceremony

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Yesterday’s experience will remain a cozy oasis in my heart.  As I’d declared on my status yesterday, I had a date with my boss and his son.  It turned out to be a heartwarming day despite the relentless dreary drizzle.

 

I’d promised my Jewish boss Hal that I’d accompany him to our Ganesh temple in Flushing Queens, New York to commence 2015 on a solid footing.  Super busy Hal meditates daily being a marshal arts sensei, an ex- Hollywood actor who teaches acting and runs own dojo besides selling real estate.  After working eleven plus years for him,  I’ve come to love him as a dear friend.  He was always around with door to door service when I had my various minor + surgeries over the years.

 

I am plain thankful that I landed a job with him after working three years for a bitter corrosive she-devil of a realtor.  The contrast took a while to sink in when I first joined present workplace. Basically in literal sense I landed from fire into a shady glen. And that’s how my life has been more or less in every context.

 

Now to the present.  Our one to one with Lord Ganesha went rather well and the priest was exceptionally gracious to us as there were only a handful of brave souls around.  After the usual ‘Parikrama’ (circling the temple of deity) post archanas (offerings and requests) we decided to meditate.  Hal, my boss can enter what he calls his ‘pleasure dome’ with a blink of an eye and how I envy him that- my mind is too restless to stay still.  Either I connect right away or languish in anguish.  Yesterday I did not connect unlike a week or so back when I went with Ganesh and had a wonderful connection that had warmed body and soul right away.  Soon afterwards, we were on our way to appease our grumpy bellies and much to my relief Hal and junior enjoyed their ven pongal (a khichidi of rice and mung lentil with curry leaves, cashew nuts and whole black peppercorns and lots of ghee) and Pondicherry dosa (rice and lentil crepe) very much along with brewed Madras coffee.  Then we were on our way to Hal’s planned surprise visit to an authentic Chinese gourmet tea place.

 

Parking was impossible and hence Paul offered to stay in the car while we went inside to the tea store/ expo.   It was a wonderful experience.

 

First of all the decor was aesthetically pleasing and the staff wore traditional Chinese garbs.  After enquiring about our wishes, the host beckoned us to a ‘tea ceremony readied table’.  The seats were not too low and luckily I was wearing my knee joint sleeves and could maneuver easily.  Then began a wondrous calming experience.  Being overly receptive to atmospheric vibes, I was soon at ease ready to be beguiled.  Tea is a passion with me as is and I often take the trouble to warm my cup and pots and steep tea well before drinking my perfect cuppa.

 

Our host was a diminutive Chinese lady and in her hushed quiet manner she explained the true nature, age and therapeutic value of each variety.  Even small packages can cost over a hundred bucks given how aged they were was an eye opener for me.  We were served five helpings in tiny porcelain cups of each variety of tea and this tasting can cost anywhere from five to ten dollars per person.  Hal was only interested in Pu-erh teas that come compressed in bricks  or cakes and one can enjoy up to ten steepings with only one pellet/cake same day or next day max.  The serving cups were merely 2-3 gulps full in depth and made of fine bone china.  First she poured steaming hot water in the pot containing pu-erh tea disc – then she rinsed ours and her cup with hot water prior to pouring the tea into a small serving pot, using that to fill our cups.  Her graceful hands and quiet demeanor were rather calming and as the aroma and flavor of the tea coursed inside my veins I felt a lovely haze steal all over.  All haste and impatience had fled and I felt rather laid back and euphoric.  Soon the tea ceremony was over and after purchasing some tea bricks we left for next work appointment.  And that is that…
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