Five Word Challenge: July 2015

I came across the Five Word Challenge: July 2015 set by David/Megan here through a challenge response. I found it interesting so here goes my post. But before you get reading, I would like for you to take a look at my previous post Music Today here to know the background story and get properly into the feel of it.

The story starts here:

We look so weird because papa was testing the timer of the camera.
We look so weird because papa was testing the timer of the camera.

I am crawling on the floor and mumma is in the kitchen, probably preparing dinner for us. I am trying to walk these days. Sometimes, I stand for a few seconds and then collapse on the floor. When mumma first saw me stand for three seconds, she nearly cried with happiness. Now, when she is free, she sits some distance away from me and tries to make me walk, holding my hand or finger till I reach her. She claps when I do. She is so pretty when she laughs. I make my way across the room to the kitchen and hug mumma’s leg. She sees me and smiles, “Niki, come on!” 

She abandons her work, scoops me up in her arms and kisses me. She carries me towards the open balcony and there, some distance away, we both see the sun set gradually behind the mountain range that surrounds our small town of Phuntsholing. I see that she glances at the bridge across the valley that materializes from the dense tree cover  and I know what she is thinking. She is waiting for daddy. 

Suddenly the clouds rumble, a low, growling sound, that sounds very similar to what daddy makes in the bathroom when he is constipated. It comes as no surprise to mumma as it rains every other day here. I like it because she lets me play in the rain. She sets me down in my swing so that she can pick the clothes she had left out to dry. 

After she is done, she carries me inside and feeds me daal and rice. It starts raining soon after. Daddy has still not come. I can see that mumma is worried. It is already dark, and the rain makes it extremely hard to drive on the curvy roads. Suddenly the bell rings. I let out a shriek of happiness and crawl-run my way to the door, where mumma is already there, with a towel for daddy to dry. Daddy looks tired as he removes his tie, but as soon as he sees me, his eyes light up and a grin makes in way. He picks me up, kisses me, and says, “Muchano,” I don’t know why he calls me that, “kaisi ho?” How are you? 

I shout again and he throws me in the air. I laugh happily as he catches me. Mumma says, “Dinner is ready. I have set it in the balcony so that we can enjoy the rain too. You can also click some photographs.” She adds with a smile. She knows my father is an avid photographer; how much he loves to click my photographs and how much I love modelling for him. 

Daddy takes me to the balcony and on the way, we pass the music system. “You know what, Muchano,” he says lovingly, “there is a song that I luuurve, would you hear it?” he tickles me as he says. I laugh again, as he puts on a cassette. 

“Jagjit Singh,” he says grandly. “One of the finest shayars of all time.” 

As they settle down for dinner, and me for a round two, I look around me and smile. This is my family, these are the people that I love. My life is not illusion, it is a reality. I am happy. 

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Music Today: 28/07/2015

Woh Kagaz Ki Kashti: Jagjit & Chitra Singh

Releasing year: 1987

I’m not usually a ghazal sort of a person but whatever! This ghazal is a childhood memory of sorts. In Bhutan, I was the only child, and therefore the most pampered one. My father, I remember vaguely, used to come up from the office early just to spend quality time with me and my mother. All I remember from that time we spent together, a memory that stands out vividly that the rest blurry recollections is this ghazal. How this came about? A few years ago, this suddenly came on the radio and I started singing it reflexively. I was surprised about that. And then I remembered suddenly. I asked my mother. She told me that when we were in Bhutan, this was one of my father’s favorite ghazals and that he used to play this many times when he returned from the office.

Now, a few years down the line, I love this ghazal not just because of the memories it brings, but also the lyrics.

Ye daulat bhi le lo shohrat bhi le lo bhale chhin
Mujhse meri jawani magar mujhko lota de
Bachpan ka sawan
Woh kagaz ki kashti wo barish ka pani
Woh kagaz ki kashti wo barish ka pani

I am sharing a rough translation of the song paragraph wise so you can understand and appreciate it simultaneously. 

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
 You can have my youth if you so do will
 But do give me back my childhood showers
 My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
You can have my youth if you so do will
But do give me back my childhood showers
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

She, who, lived here as old as the road
She, whom we children, called granny
She, who wrapped fairies in sweet songs
She, whose wrinkles of years so many
And who, try as much, could forget them
Her fresh long tales filling nights so tiny

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

To walk out in the scorching heat
To larks and those jays and chasing butterflies
We’d marry our dolls and fight over it
High in our swings jumping far from watchful eyes
And those little trinkets of copper and bark
Those deep scarlet marks of broken bangles and cries

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

To drag our feet over smooth high dunes
A castle here, a hillock there
Our innocence filling every picture and tune
Our life of toys and dreams
In a world of joy, relations none did prune
Wasn’t it beautiful, that life of ours?

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill

Dragon’s Loyalty Award

Cynic, an original name I made for a dear blogger friend, from The Finicky Cynic has nominated me for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award. This is the first time I’ve received this award, so a double thank you! Just so you know, I like to think of myself as Norberta, the Norwegian Ridgeback.

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On Googling, I found that The Dragon’s Loyalty Award is an award for the loyal fan/commenter, whether the recipient is a fellow blogger or just a someone who follows and comments regularly. 

So, the rules of the award are:

  • Put the award’s logo on your post.
  • Thank the person who nominated you and put a link to their blog.
  • Nominate 15 other bloggers.
  • Let your nominees know you have nominated them.
  • Post 7 facts about yourself.

Facts about myself:

1. I’m actually surprised that I never told this to you before, but I lived in Bhutan till I was 4.
2. When I was 8/9/10, me and my cousin had a Momos eating competition. I ate 19, yet I lost by a very small margin though. It was because my mom was making them and she was tired, so she asked me to lose the challenge. #idealdaughter
3. I attended class nursery twice, once in India and once in Bhutan.
4. I once received 24.5/25 in English and my teacher called my paper ‘flawless’ in front of the entire class. It is my proudest moment.
5. I binge watch OTH and FRIENDS.
6. Bhoppan² (hey there, creepy friends!) propose to go on a road trip to Goa and get a similar tattoo there as a mark of their friendship once they finish with class 12.
7. I painted this.

Ignore the shitty webcam quality.
Ignore the shitty webcam quality.

My nominees are:

Anoop

Erika

Erika

Little Rants

Phoenix

Yashika (It’s been a long time!)

Hargun

AdiC

Yusra

Adi

Congratulations everyone! I look forward to your posts! Additionally, I would like to thank ya’ll for the incredible support and unlimited generosity you have shown to me and my blog by reading the creations and the rants of a seventeen year old. I love you all.