25 December 2009

24th Dec 2009

1615hrs : Some one else’s wishes
The lovers in the corner are cuddling and whispering. The lad has a shopping bag in rainbow stripes and “Paul Smith” stamped across it.

1645hrs : You better be nice
The pregnant lady in the front of the queue is getting edgy. 20 Mins in the line, in the cold and hazy evening and not a single taxi. An Italian in a leather coat asks her, at which end the queue starts .

She points , but the face tells another thing.

1715hrs: It’s not for the money
The old Chinese musician is playing Christmas tunes on the harmonica . There is a few two dollar coins in his hat. A worn out Bowler hat. A mother with her two boys pass him , she is humming the tune. The elder boy, blonde hair . blue eyes , keeps on looking back.

Did I hear somewhere that Jesus had blue eyes?

1745hrs : Brother John
In the jam packed tram , two brothers sit on the floor, reading “A Christmas carol” .

The elder boy seem to always give his brother a couple minutes more to finish reading the page , before he turns to the next.

1800hrs : To enter the house of our lord
A lady in knee high boots and leather pants, is trying to get the church gate opened , to drive her shiny black Mercedes in to the orchard.

1815hrs: Tuning up
Inside the old church , the church organist is practicing the notes .

She is a bit rusty . Her fingers and sneaker clad feet don’t seem to be following the music sheet as it ought to.
Yet there is something recognizable about the tunes climbing up the church walls.

She turns to us and wishes “A Merry Christmas”.

1900hrs : Home before midnight
On our return , D and I start playing a game on the phone. We are trying to unlock the red block .

In the opposite seat two sisters and their brother are playing charade . Cleary the boy is not very good at this game.

Their father looks on with a smile on his face . He has some flowers wrapped in a newspaper .

Every 31th Dec , I take my camera and go out in to the city. Click at what I see .And then try to weave a story , a haiku from what I 've got.

This time I tried it on 24th . But my camera failed me ...So had to do with my memory and words.

19 December 2009

Shot glasses & Coloured water

6 More days

Cheap plastic balls . Shiny .
Made in china
Recycled whatever - I'd rather not think.
Against plastic green .
Makes a good mimic.

What about pine smell , I hear you ask.
We've got it ...
Air freshener , almost the real thing .
Fragrance of real Alp pine , it says on the label

The gifts are hidden .
The red sprouts of the holidays
Christmas growing in the corner ,
lurking...Growing ...Waiting .
Not going to be snow
it is going to be a cold week
I heard

I guess it does not matter
Cause Christmas in your heart
At least supposed be

I am working the Christmas eve too. Well sometimes that is better that way . Makes you cherish the moments .

BTW . Do not forget our children whom we pledged, told our selves , now the mayhem is over it is going to be a brighter day. Who must be stroking the toys they got last year and asking Santa for their Fathers to come back .

17 December 2009


A friend asked for pseudo name for his blog identity.

He is a bit of a DIY guy , simply put , he enjoys drilling with his new electric drill. Plus he is a bit of a Casanova as well , who has his share of escapades involving ladies. And he is from the hill country , where the tea gardens cover the slopes like a green blanket.

The name that was suggested ….”Hilman” ,
embodying all his personality & character.

Thought I’ll share this with you…

13 December 2009

Borrowed Inspiration

Three cups of tea is all it takes
The first cup we share as strangers .
By the second cup we are friends
The third cup we share as family.
Three cups of tea is all that it takes.

Inspired by a lovely collection of photos by Alfeia labeled "Liquid Knowledge" and a prose from a back cover of a book, the name which I have forgotten.