Jungle is a word that originated in India from Sanskrit. We use it to describe any wild growth. For instance, during the monsoon when in our part of the world the predominant colour is green, my late wife used to call our small garden a jungle as our gardener was simply incapable of keeping it under control. Consequently, the gardener was very affectionately called Junglee by her. You can see from the photograph taken just this morning, that he continues to be our gardener and continues to be a Junglee.
What triggered off that memory was this little nugget that my beloved sister sent me this morning in WhatsApp. Another new word learnt. I however don’t think that I am a Memophilist just because I have a jungle at home. Or, do you think that I am?
My readers know that I am a Crossword Puzzle addict and solve up to eight puzzles every morning.
Occasionally, one or two solutions beat me and I get very frustrated. Today was one of those days when after solving all very difficult clues except one, I got totally frustrated.
The clue was “Amorous period getting a novelist backing before lent. (10)”
I had got five letters but five others beat me.
After battling with it for over half an hour, I finally messaged my go-to resources, two other addicts, my sister and my brother and while the former’s solution turned out to be wrong the latter’s came up trumps because he lives in London.
The solution turned out to be SEXAGESIMA. Amorous – sex, Period – age, Novelist backing – Amis.
Barath, my brother also consoled me by saying that since I live in India and am a Hindu, I would not know about this word. And that it true indeed.
Father’s day has been special for me for three, yes, three reasons. Though it was on the day before yesterday, I am able to write only today as the treats for the day arrived only yesterday.
The first treat was this: My old faithful a cellphone that had served me well for the past three plus years was beginning to show signs of exhaustion and so, my children decided to update me and my phone. This handy gadget without which I cannot imagine a life, came yesterday and was installed properly by the vendor at home as a special treat for a Senior Citizen.
It took some time for me to learn and get used to the new set and I am fortunate to have two resident experts to guide me around which is a biggest Father’s Day gift of them all.
Readers of this blog know that I am a pluviophile and love our monsoon season particularly. I have been very lucky in the month of May this year as we had the so called pre-monsoon showers regularly, unlike any other May that I have seen over the past thirty odd years that I have lived here.
June has not been an exception so far as we have been having rains every afternoon since the beginning of it this year. As I write this, it is pouring cats and dogs at 4.00 pm.
My son and I were discussing this phenomenon this morning as we were having our tea in our garden and I recollected a cartoon that our inimitable R K Laxman had created many decades ago. I had to go to Uncle Google and search but, I am glad that I succeeded.
I can’t get enough of that. Can you relate to it and your local weathermen?
What it conveys is: “The winnowing basket and the sieve are both implements necessary to separate what is needed from what is not. While the former will remove what is not needed and retain what is needed. The latter will remove what is needed and retain what should be thrown away. Let us reflect on what our mind is like. The winnowing basket or the sieve?
On reflection, I flatter myself that mine is mostly like the winnowing basket. I have trained myself to be like that and to the best of my recollection, I don’t retain the negativity that comes my way, thanks to modern communication methods.
There are however impressions left in the mind from when my mind had been like the sieve which are difficult to remove, due to the impact that they had on me when they were formed. I am working on them.