Hands.

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Two hands. Brought together. No need to say anything. It says it all – NAMASTE.

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Two different hands, reaching out, clasping each other. Implying “I am not armed. I seek your hand in friendship and amity.”

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Child and mother. Total trust, love and confidence.

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Lovers holding hands. What is on their mind?

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I leave you now. Namaste.

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Do not forget to visit Conrad, Ashok, Grannymar, Magpie and Marianna who would have also posted their entries for this Friday Consortium of bloggers.

Beneficial Consequence Of The Faux Pas.

My readers will remember my post on ‘Faux Pas’.

Yesterday was an important festival in India called the Ganesh Chaturthi when idols of Ganesha are immersed after ten days of special worship. Many homes prepare special dishes to celebrate.

This morning, my USA returned friends landed up with many goodies made for the occasion as a ‘peace offering’! I am not the one to look at the mouth of the gift horse and gladly accepted with profuse gratitude. This picture shows Modak, a particularly tasty and important dish. This was only one among a few others but this will give you an idea about the effort that would have gone into making it.
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I however remembered Jean’s admonition and tasted a few of the offerings and appreciated the taste and falvours. The lady primped up and was very happy. I added that I could never make such a dish and she primped up even more. It is a fact, that I cannot generate the energy and effort required to make this.

We are quits. Thank you Jean.

I am enjoying the beneficial consequences of the faux pas!

Bananas!

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“Bananas are the world’s largest fruit crop and the fourth-largest product grown overall, after wheat, rice and corn.”

BHB, there, another thing that I love.

I eat two to three bananas a day. So does Ranjan. When we run out of stock, I go frantic if the hand cart vendor does not turn up and go hither and thither to stock up.

My father, currently in residence with us, used to have one banana every day as he has been having for decades. So, three banana lovers under one roof. All peaceful and happy.

Suddenly last week, some news item caught the eye of my father that said that some chemicals were being used to hasten the ripening of bananas for retail sale. He insisted on finding out more about it, and asked me to google for it. I duly did and found out that it is a perfectly legitimate thing to do and many agricultural extension scientists advise this course of action.

My father decided to find out from the horse’s mouth, or should I say the monkey’s mouth. He found out from the hand cart vendor that indeed they used some chemical to ripen the bananas. The chemical used is calcium carbide kept in a paper packet in the room where unripe bananas are stored. There is no direct application of the chemical on the bananas.

I tried to find out if such ripening is harmful to humans and so far have not been successful in finding any adverse reports on this score. My father however is convinced that this is yet another conspiracy to slowly poison human beings by the Chemical Industry. He has stopped his daily quota of bananas. Ranjan and I surreptitiously have our quota.

I am going bananas not knowing the answer. Anyone out there who can throw some light on this matter?

Self Acceptance!

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“When a man realizes his littleness, his greatness can appear.”
– Anonymous.

Our blogger friend Nick has a very interesting post in his blog on the same subject and my flippant comment on his post and his quite considered response has inspired me to write this post.

Before you proceed further, I request you to read Nick’s post so that this post makes sense.

My comment on his post went like this: “If you are in an advanced age, I am a doddering old man. The point of life is not growing up any way. I do not know of anyone who grew ‘up’. I know a lot of them who grew sideways! I did. It is just to enjoy the process of life while it lasts. Why worry? Just be happy that you are what you are. I am.”

Nick responded with: “Ramana – Well, enjoying the process of life sounds good to me, I do plenty of that. I’m mostly happy with what I am, though there are a few things that bug me. Total self-acceptance is somewhat elusive….”

Yes indeed, total self acceptance is somewhat elusive. In fact, I would say, very elusive. But with practice it can be brought about to a reasonably stable state. I use some tricks to do that and this is to share those tricks.

I rarely, if ever,

  • spend a great deal of time in front of a mirror
  • read books on self improvement
  • take myself seriously
  • feel jealous of anyone

I inevitably,

  • laugh a lot at myself and my shape
  • enjoy jokes at my expense, particularly from irrepressible souls like Maynard
  • Share jokes that come my way with my friends
  • spend a lot of time doing things for my exclusive pleasure, like cross word puzzles, cooking, reading and blogging/commenting on other blogs
  • try to be helpful wherever I can

Whenever accepting myself as I am in the moment becomes difficult, I take a cold shower.  If that does not help, I ring up a friend of mine who can puncture my ego like no one ever has been able to.  Unfortunately, he refuses to comment on my blog posts.  If he did, you will know how insufferable he can be.  If, even this does not work, I simply read the political section of all the newspapers that I get.  I immediately know that I am better off than all those featuring there and total self acceptance rushes in.

In my earlier posts, I have tried to convey  that I have simply lived my life as it happened without too much interference from me, and so far it has worked. Whenever my pockets got empty, something inevitably happened and they got filled.  I have learnt that unless they are empty, fresh stuff cannot come in as there is simply no space there.

I am human.  I hurt when sad things happen.  I rejoice when good things happen. I accept that life will deal unexpected cards at unpredictable intervals and I have to play my hand to the best of my ability.

I did not take any special training for all these things.  I am just made that way.  Grace, I suppose.

In various posts that I visit regularly, there are some commentators who inevitably say, that they never grew up.  I too am one of them.  I truly believe that I grew horizontally after nature stopped my vertical growth. For some strange reason, that growth has now stopped.  I wonder if this is a temporary phenomenon or nature will deal some new cards.

What about you?

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