Great expectations.

Prompt ~

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright –  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Celebrate the weekend from Friday night,
And wherever I go I shall go by flight.

The Hindi–jingle epitomized the dreams of the common people. Millions have realized their dream. Unfortunately it was presumptuous conjecture of the naive.

The flights are rarely in-time. The flier is an unwelcome intrusion with no choice of aisle or window seat. The flight crew is often a gauche fumbling novice or an old disgruntled attendant with painful bunions inside the shiny shoes.

I woke up as the bumpy flight finally touched the tarmac with a jolt that seared my spine.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.


 

The Sunday Yarn ~ The Tilism.

Prompt ~

70 07 July 27th 2014

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Sword-fights, magic, treachery, deceit, bravery, and greed have all crumbled. The tilism (magical-maze-fort) imploded soon after Lilawati was killed. She was in love with the prince of a rival kingdom and was imprisoned here for she was the true heir to the treasure that the tilism guarded.

His Highness Mahabali wanted the treausure and sent his aiyaars (super-spies with almost magical powers) to retrieve the treasure from the clutches of the tilism.

The tilism won and all the aiyaars succumbed to the vile of the tilism. A frustrated Mahabali found Lila chained to a pillar in one of the underground chambers. As all the four walls started closing in to crush Mahabali – he tried to break the walls with his sword. Unfortunately, Lila was unshackled and got decapitated by a wild swing of his sword.

The spirit of the tilism accompanied the soul of Lila. The rubble of the tilism vanished as the last remains of Lila were cremated.

The tilism will regenerate the day true heir of the treasure reincarnates.

PS – The prompt and my muse reminded me of the first fantasy prose in Hindi ‘Chandrakanta’ written by Devakinandan Khatri which I had read many years ago.

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The secret of the sarcophagus!

Prompt ~  

Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second ~ Mattie Stepanek

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What is the secret of the crystal chest? How could last remains of the people long gone be preserved as flowers? How could the flowers remain so fresh in a closed box? The questions tormented the friends.

Finally one day they forced Mr J to reveal all.

Mr J asked took them to a conference room and started lecturing them……

All magic is basically a process of transformation. The more mundane ones use tricks to convince the mind of the spectators that true transformation has been achieved. The singularly miraculous transformation in all of nature is the humble caterpillar metamorphosing to an airy, flower-flitting, nectar-drinking, heavenly being – butterfly. In ancient Greece the same word—psyche—was used to signify “butterfly” and “soul.”

Christian mystics, Sufi saints, Hindu rishis, Geeks, Egyptians, Alchemists and many more have tried to achieve a state where they could transform material and non-material entities of this cosmos at will. While many failed a few succeeded. These people lived in different times, at different places, followed different Gods and practiced different occupations. One can read about them in different books but often their true achievements are not highlighted.

Back to the current issue – a flower was placed in this chest by the wise man when these transformers moved on to other realms. All the hues of the rainbow are here but I love the sunset-yellow ones best.

Now I shall tell you about two such people.

“A man who knows everything and who never dies,” said Voltaire of the Comte de Saint-Germain. He might have added that he was a man whose origin was unknown and who disappeared without leaving a trace. It is believed that he was born in 1712 and died in 1784; yet he was believed to be alive between 1880 and 1900. It is also conjectured that he had known Jesus and been present at the Council of Nicea. Also nobody had actually seen him eat or drink. He always worked for peace and well being of humans though many were misled by his flamboyant life style.

He was a master transformer.

Kabir Das, a mystical poet, extensively quoted in every day conversation – even today in north India, was born in the year 1440 and died in the year 1518. His simple life-style was in complete opposition to St –Germain’s more flamboyant way of life. After the death of Kabir, Hindus and Muslims fought for his body. However, when they removed the shroud – they found only a mound of flowers. They shared the flowers with each other and conducted the funeral according to their own traditions and customs.

Today his Muslim and Hindu tomb stand side by side at Maghar in UP, India.

A couple of those flowers were placed in this chest. Surprisingly, when the chest was opened next all the dried up and decayed flowers were found to have rejuvenated. Since then many flowers have been placed in the chest – the flowers have never wilted since then.

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Of packaging!

Prompt ~

Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Just tea for two
And two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me…

Dom crooned to himself.

I had come looking for my old-friend as we rarely met these days; and Dom avoided all electronic communication like plague. He hated sterile conversations.

As always we headed for the Imperial – a cup of tea was must for yakking.

I poured my tea and then picked up the paper-tube of sugar. It felt odd and then I read………

Waiter, I shouted and Dom guffawed.

Just tea for two
And two for tea
Sugar for him
a spoon for me.

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.


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The Sunday Yarn ~ Of incomparables.

Prompt ~

69 07 July 20th 2014

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The match was lost through over confidence, in-box thinking and run of the mill strategies. Nobody even considered a goal-less defeat. Those with a realistic turn of mind predicted a close match. The pragmatic players who had carefully evaluated the strength of the opposition opted out. That should have been first warning to the team that lost.

The missed opportunities in the first half proved costly. The spectators just enjoyed the fumbling efforts of the arthritic players match their awkward footwork with the nimble footed winners. The second half was an even affair for the first few minutes but as the game progressed the winning captain introduced some fresh legs and put the long time rulers under pressure.

As the winning captain walked away with the trophy, the losing captain (actually nobody knows for sure who was captaining) was left holding the punctured football of their inflated self-esteem.

A soccer fan who enjoyed elections (too) observed, ‘their world is now as flat as the ball they practiced with’.

PS – Football and a parliamentary elections require great stamina, immaculate footwork, sound strategies and continuous ground practice. The world cup football and Indian parliamentary elections held earlier this year amply proved this.

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