Perception.

My friend Sathya posted this on Facebook.

This reminded me of a post that I wrote here almost ten years ago.

The link will take you to the blog post but, the images there have been taken down to save space. Here is an image of the Indian Mock Strawberry flower.

This flower continues to pop up every  morning now  in our garden without any deliberate planting or tending. Remarkably resilient plant!

I think that Sathya will vouch for the fact that I am a joyful person as she is too!

Malapropism.


While admitting that English is not the lingua franca between me and a very old friend from the late eighties of the last century, he is back in my life via Facebook and WhatsApp.   He uses  English to convey some highly emotional messages. He is the son of a friend of mine and as it so often happens in India, I had introduced his parents to another set of parents with a daughter of marriageable age. Before too long, the two youngsters had got married to each other. I attended the wedding.

Recently, he was blessed with a grand child and this is the message that he sent me.

“You will no doubt remember that you were detrimental in my getting married many years ago and therefore I wish to convey this message to you before I send it to anyone else. My wife, Latha who came into my life thanks to you, and I have been blessed with a grandson. We are delighted and seek your blessings and good wishes for the child and all of us.”

For some strange reason, I think that he may have deliberately made that typo. What do you think?

Nothing Like A Sister.

“My brother Ramana Rajgopaul can be described with both these words!😎🥰”

The comment and the image was posted on Facebook by my one and only sister who comes up with some astonishing posts there.

This must be one of the most astonishing as, it is true and teaches her brother another word to describe himself.

Winter Rains.

As usual, I went to sleep for my daily siesta after lunch and woke up to find incessant rain and petrichor.

I remembered an article in our local newspaper about the winter rains and also how my son left his motorcycle in his friend’s place yesterday and took an autorickshaw back home as it was raining heavily.

I caught up with my email and blog comments and finally opened Facebook and came across this image posted by my sister there!

Anything unusual about the weather where you live?

Abandoned Team Mate.

This is a story that I came across which resonates with me and I want to share it with my readers.

“In December 1937, a match between Chelsea and Charlton foot ball clubs at the Stamford Bridge stadium London was stopped in the 60th minute due to heavy fog.

Charlton’s legendary goal keeper Sam Bartram remained unaware and kept on guarding the goal 15 minutes after the game had stopped, as he did not hear the referee’s whistle because of the crowd behind his goal post.

He stood there with his arms out stretched and completely focused, looking forward so as not to be surprised by the opponent’s shots.

Fifteen minutes later, when the stadium police approached him and informed him that the match had been abandoned, Sam Bartram said these famous words with great sorrow,

*”How sad that my friends forgot me when I was guarding their goal post.”*

Bartram thought his team was attacking and not allowing the opposing team to get close to the goal post.

*There are so many players in the field of life whose goal post one defends with enthusiasm and support, but when the situation becomes like a wave of fog, they are promptly forgotten..let us be more considerate.

Courtesy Ratnadeep Saksena”

I thank Neeraj K. Yajnik who shared this story in Facebook.