Manipulating Rivers

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
The Great-leader needed ideas to fulfill his electoral promises.  He called a meeting of his advisors (somehow Dom had got himself selected to this august group).
GL outlined his problem and asked for suggestions.
A senior advisor suggested riverfront development – essentially it is river-bank beautification and real estate development that would help to raise funds for the government and the party. By linking it with river restoration and water transport – it helps to assuage the moral middle class that is so bothered with environmental pollution, the advisor explained.
GL nodded his head wanting to know more.
It would provide lucrative government contracts to your work force and also generate jobs – another advisor.
GL appeared to be convinced.
Rivers cannot be cosmetically dressed up. They are a force that nurture the world but if maltreated tend to disappear, interjected Dom.
GL – How long does it take a river to disappear?
Dom  – Sometimes just a few decades.
GL’s eyes twinkled – I doubt if I shall last for more than a decade.
Words  ~ 171
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Of another rail-yard

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PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

Hidden in a similar yard between the rail -tracks is a 900 year old shrine – the final resting place of sufi saint Shah Syed Qayamuddin popularly known as mazar (~maussaleum) of Khamman Peer Baba. It is a quiet place within a busy railway yard for most of the week. However, devotees throng the place on Thursdays and most of them get what they ask for.

It is claimed that the British engineers laid down the rail tracks over the structure but were forced to change the rail tracks due to a series of unfortunate accidents and restore the mazar.

Words ~ 100
Khamman Peer ki mazar is situated in Charbagh Railway complex of Lucknow in north India.
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

Beneath the roulette table

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

JJ a mill-engineer from Yorkshire, was probably the first gambler to break a bank at Monte Carlo. Many believe that JJ studied many roulette tables and found a flaw that impacted the slot where the ball rested. He went on to win 65,000 pounds in 1870s.

It is a still not known that JJ was a fan of Moivre’s handbook for gamblers – ‘The Doctrine of Chances’ published in mid 1700s. Unfortunately he could not benefit from his scholarly. Finally he used his skills to control the little ball by mis-aligning the wheel with the help of a powerful magnet.

Words ~ 99
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

The forsaken lamp

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant

It is believed that one Hanna Deb, a Syrian story-teller from Aleppo, narrated the tale of Aladdin’s lamp to Antoine Galland.  Unfortunately Galland did not tell the complete story.

Blessed with the power of the genie, Aladdin wanted to rule the world and ordered the genie to transfer all his powers to him. The genie refused as he could not do so without the consent of the genie-king.

Aladdin cajoled the genie to take him to his King.  The genie agreed and instructed Aladdin to hold on to the lamp and not keep it on ground coz if he did so the genie will be free of the lamp.

In a rocky-canyon the genie worked his magic on Aladdin’s bladder and the knot of his trouser-strings.  Aladdin was in a tough situation balancing the lamp, controlling his urge and trying to unravel the knot. Finally Aladdin gave up the ludicrous struggle and relieved himself.

The genie chuckled and chortled.  He was also finally free of the lamp and lived happily ever after.

Words ~ 172

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Of time and history

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This week’s photo is provided by Iain Kelly. Thank you Iain.

The old man ran to escape the two  horse-riders. 

The men were just a few paces behind and as the one ahead leaned to catch him – the pursued man raced in to the sea and soon was racing over the water towards the ship in deep water.

One of the men followed him till his horse stopped when the water reached its neck. However, the man leaped in to the water and swam after the old man. The horse-rider caught hold of the old man’s cape just as he was climbing the ship’s side.

Who was the old man, Baron?

He was the ‘old-year’ fleeing to meet the ship that would take him to history.

You mean you nearly caught hold of ‘time’, exclaimed one of the listeners enjoying the Baron’s tales.

You are telling taller and weirder tales in your old age, Baron – commented the Brigadier.

Words  ~ 145

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Happy New Year.

Ocean of life

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PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

The uptown bus-stops are so isolated after 8.00 pm. Tamy (short for Tanmai) was cursing himself for being there waiting for the bus to his western-suburb home.

She walked in.

They stood separately – awkwardly  rejecting the human bond for some time and then got talking. Like him she was returning from a service call and was going home located in the eastern part of the city. Her name was Damy short for Damini.

After an hour’s wait she decided to walk home as there was flash strike of taxi-drivers.

He decided to wait for the bus and thought ‘ships that pass in the night’.

Words >100

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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.

 

The next dissolution

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy.

The modern man knows me from the mid of last century only though I have been present on this planet since long.  My friendship with disease and death was relatively unknown till the advent of this century. The link is now well known and advertised by experts yet the masses and their rulers consider me to be quite innocuous.

I do not like drama. When I struck London in 1952, there was no panic or a sense of emergency. It was only long after my departure that people realized the devastation I had caused  – 4,000 people dead of respiratory ailments in five days, and another 8,000 in next eight months.

The humans helped me propagate. Today I reign over the complete planet and I shall soon be the equivalent of next great flood. The future Noah  will have to build an air-ark and migrate to another planet for survival.

Words ~ 150

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