The Driving Test πŸ˜‚

So. I went to Sheikh Sarai to get my licence renewed.😎

The all important Window No 1. looked empty from a distance so I increased my speed to a double trot, not believing my good luck.😁

Once there, the reason became clear… Starting 26th Dec, all tests were going to be conducted from Sarai Kale Khan πŸ™„.

When I broke this news to my driver he was shocked…. But that’s so far, he exclaimed.

I would have nothing of it. So off we went in search of this elusive place. Upon reaching I was introduced to a full-blown, complex, complicated course, designed to make you fail!

The instructor incharge was a man of few words.. 

I will not repeat my instructions, you don’t follow, you can leave. You touch the embankment, you leave. If you cannot make a tight, looped, 8, leave, if you cannot parallel park, you know what to do… I thought in my heart, When do we stay!??

To make matters more interesting, as it happens in India all the time, when there is a high probability of people making a fool of themselves in public, a large group had gathered around the boundary walls of the driving course.. (my driver included 😢).

Having driven most of my adult life, I was working out my cuts and turns in my head, visualizing amazing grace and dexterity in my every turn πŸ˜‡. It didn’t help that the three drivers ahead of me were disqualified for climbing on various embankments πŸ˜₯ within minutes of each other. 

When my turn came, I reached the instructor efficiently… Only to be told,

Seatbelt kaun bandhe Gaa???

Looking suitably shame-faced, I buckled in and tackled the course, with minor hiccups 😏.

I remembered to give the indicator everytime the road turned, I was neither fast, nor furious (πŸ˜‚) just a picture of calm on the outside.

When the result was announced, I felt no less than Miss World!!! I could’ve thrown flying kisses to all the hangers on, who were showing me the ‘thumbs up’ sign πŸ˜†πŸ˜

But I didn’t.

I was just glad that I hadn’t failed the test that my son had passed!!

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The Cosmic Law😊

It’s a cosmic law 

That struggle leads to reward… 

Struggle out of bed (On a Sunday morn πŸ™) 

And get rewarded by such sights!! 
#morningwalkmagic #mysticmorning #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings #wordsandvisuals #birdsofinstagram #flock #sundayfun

The Magic Makers

The creator and his creation taking shape painstakingly, lovingly, one gentle nudge at a time…. 

When an artist invites you to watch him sculpt, it is an honour. The eyes move from the sunburnt face and hands onto the perfection that is being sculpted out of a block of wood. No gap remains between the two. It is as unique and beautiful as any process of birthing can be… 

The finished sculpture, polished and shining adorns temples and prayer rooms of homes that the sculptor might never visit… Yet through his art he has infused the intangible into the tangible…

 #art #creativity #sculpture #sculptor #wood #beauty #artist #surajkundmela #InredibleIndia #unsung #unknown

Today….

Today, when I get home
And open my door

It will be with a smile

I shall pause at the threshold 

Take a deep breath

And step in

I shall take nothing 

For granted

And everything 

With gratitude 

Today, when I go home

I shall do so with a smile 

Because I have a 

Roof over my head

And a song

In my heart

The tune of which

Only I know

So, I will sing my song

Sometimes in my heart

Sometimes deep into my soul

Because 

I have a song to sing….

Crossed this little tent during my morning walk.. Someone inside was singing a tuneless song, there was a small gas already lit and tea was being made… It brought a spring to my step… This resilience, this makeshift, colorful abode which housed a singing soul …

Monsoon Saga Unfolds…

Downpour? Necessary Chaos? Avoidable 

Beauty? Accidental 

Photography? Optional

Sharing? Inevitable 

😊

Monsoon season won’t last… As the clouds do their job and the Government fails to do, we realize we are made of sterner stuff. 

Through flooded potholes and roads and jams we still make our soaking selves home to tell our shocking tales to stunned neighbors and family. Heck, we still have ‘Sawan Ka Maheena, Pawan Kare Sooooor’ playing sometimes, on repeat, as we delve into our options of how to get home, on a road crammed with sputtering and coughing cars.

As the clouds recede, their magic will linger along with the foreboding they bring of a collapsing infrastructure. 

As we open all the doors of our car, everyday, in the hopes of getting the carpeting to dry and the smell to evaporate, we keep one eye on the Met Department predictions, the other on the sky.

With a prayer on our lips and a song in our heart we step into another working day, patting our bag to make sure that the ineffectual umbrella is still there. We give a parting glance to the safe haven we are leaving behind and bid adieu to colorful ‘juttis’ struggling to dry into a wearable shape, on the balcony.

Yes, it takes more than this to break our spirit….

Because we are made of sterner stuff… 😊

The Balloon SellerΒ 

The Balloon seller is a master businessman, as he prances between cars to sell his wares. He tactfully teases the little occupants till they start begging their parents for one. All this within the span of half an minute!
Deal done, money pocketed and off he runs, to the next red light.
A day on the roads for a little boy…

Polka Party!!

The streets and roads are an unforgiving place when the monsoons hit… Flooding and jams are rampant. 

Somehow, the street children find joy in that too. They run from car to car, drenched to the bone, trying to sell colourful polka-dotted balloons, their mischievous grins in place πŸ™‚ 

They teach me more abour life and adversity and coping than any book can…