In the lap of nature

I understand why we associate the mountains with the divine. I totally agree too.

I'd rather look at mountains from down below than look down from them. I mean, I like when I am there, but the process of reaching there is...... meh.

Bittersweet

I am now the kacchi poodi whenever I join the boys for badminton. 

They are always quite gracious about it though.

And very cute :)

Beware the jabberwock

I have too many incomplete projects. Even V has given up nudging me to complete them :|

The thing is, I've kind of started the mural in their bedroom. But a half done mural is an eyesore. I am really thankful of the fact that the boys are not mad at me. 

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All geared up for this sunday. yay :)

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On a related note, its really difficult trying to twist my words so that I know what I am writing about without giving too much away!

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What is the evolutionary benefit in having a penchant for the arts? I am not just talking about the ability to create one, but even appreciating art. Because these two features do not necessarily co-exist in an individual. 

Should i ask GPT? or claude? gemini?

A long time ago(well ... about 15 years ago), in the glory days of the internet, there was the jabberwock.(oh.. now i want to read the poem!)  I do not know the tech behind it, but it seemed incredulous at the time. I used to try and see if there really was a person behind it. there were theories, that it makes two people talk to each other and makes them both wonder.. lol..

I once read that because most advances in technology are incremental, they fail to really impress us folks who are now used to new advances every now and then. The example they gave was that if Shakespeare somehow saw a computer screen, he would be impressed by the bright hard paper that lets you write and erase easily. But he wont be shocked, because its still English. 

On the other hand, by a very contradictory chain of thoughts, I believe that many of the tech we have now will fail to impress a person 75 years ago because they do not recognize the need for it.

I need to give it more thought. but running out of time. T needs to be driven to his drum classes. 

Of coffee and meetups

Just like with food, maybe human beings have a not null but finite requirement for social engagements. And just like with food, social activities also come in multiple flavors. Some folks arent so picky, they make do with whatever they've got, wherever they can get it from. Others, who have grown used to abundance of social opportunities, have developed peculiar, refined tastes. And just like food, there can be too much of a good thing. Like the dessert you just dont want to have because you've had your fill with the main course. 

Lol.. am I hungry right now?

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Yesterday, the solutions for wordle and plusword were same - cloud. Now what are the odds for that? 

Bragging Rights Reserved

I was trying to find an image of a wisteria archway on the internet. You know, as a reference for painting something. And I found myself falling down the rabbithole of internet... the happy and glorious kind - people on reddit showing off flowers and their gardens. It is so cute and pure when a person talks excitedly about their hobbies to kind but random strangers. In my opinion, having shared interests bonds people faster than common enemies.

T has been dabbling in growing plants for some time now. His tomatoes have a teeny tiny bud and he is so happy about them.

Slipping memories

When V was younger, I used to drop him at stairs of the pre-school every morning. And every morning, without fail, he used to give me 30 hugs, rights on the stairs. He wasn't even 3 yet, but he would gladly count 30 hugs before going to school. :) For me, it was one of the highlights of the day.

When he was 3, T used to call Amazon as daana-avutta, which was a mispronunciation of "download the voot app". He must have heard that from a television advt.

The way these words have entered our family's vocab and made their homes here: gaana-song, waain, yay, n***gu pants, mittar, doodhu...

The phase when V refused to get any pics clicked and deliberately made a frown face in ALL of them.

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I am really thankful to the person/team at Google Photos who thought of flashing old curated pics to their users. Thank you :)

Also, to the team working on blogspot. Please dont kill this.. ever. I already hate you a bit for google podcasts. 

Bamboo

Our balcony overlooks a small thicket of bamboo. Bamboo leaves tend to make a very distinct rustling sound. You can hear the thin dry-wiry-papery texture of the leaves as they move abound in the slightest of breezes. Each one of them twists around and swings in a distinct rhythm as if performing its own dance. There is no choreography and yet, they paint a pretty picture. I kind of understand why so many painters have been mesmerized by them.

One of  my very early memories is lying down in a cool thick bamboo grove on a very hot summer day back when summer vacations literally meant detox from all things urban. There used to be a very large and thick bamboo grove behind my grandmother's house. At a little distance of course. The bamboo trees were very high, at least 3-4 stories and so thick that even at the very heights of  infamous north-Indian summer, the grove remained cool. I remember the ladies of the house retiring to the grove for the afternoon, chatting and gossiping. Simple pleasures of a simple life!