Adventures of the MultiColored Lead People ~ Tea with Orange ~

Meanwhile Marmalade the sweet one, sitting in the lawn of her Pencil Cottage, could see part of the Street. The Shop ‘Chinese Pens’ was just outside her home. Once or twice the China man had come for a glass of water’
‘May I have some water I need it for my Green Tea’ .
‘Ah Green Tea! Marmalade only knew the Black Tea. The British Tea or the Tea of England they called it, though tea leaves usually came from either Ceylon or now the country is called Sri Lanka, or Bangla Desh in the East of India, previously part of India, so much has changed in the world’. She did not know that a ‘pink tea’ also existed very close to India and Pakistan, in a land engaged in a ‘war for freedom’,Kashmir! Kashmiri people drank ‘pink tea with salt’
‘yes, how do you make your green tea, is it green in color’
‘No, no, it is light yellow in the beginning when the tea leaves are added to the plain boiling water, but some minutes later the color changes to orange brown. You can add cinnamon or ginger or fresh green grass’ if you wish…and …of course some sugar for taste. It is very good for digestion and good health and…ideas for writing’
‘Orange, black, green, yellow, pink’ wow so many colors of tea, I could write a poem on it perhaps and become a famous Tea Poet’.

Oh , I heard of that, could you tell me more about this ideas for writing’ how does tea bring them on? I have to digest words at the most. I am made from orange peel’ and pulp’ ‘p and p’, hee,hee,hee, you know and some say it takes a lot of cutting peeling boiling filling rolling and singing’’

“Singing Ma’am?.”

“Well….

Adventures of the MultiColored Lead People~ Lost in the Snow ~ Searching or Hiding?

Oh Dear now what ?
All eyes on the highest mountain peak K2 ?

No some one’s eyes are on some other fairy land ranges,cool calm and beautiful, where inspiration abounds everything is simple..er..just er..Oh Dear its so beautiful, its just poetic.
Who? the place or is there a slim shining sparkling ..er..

Come now you are always looking for such objects, curiousity is seeped stuffed in you.
Whose turn now? Orange are you ready?

Write Your New Story 2021~ Wabi Sabi Story and The Beautiful “NO”

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The title attracted many aspiring writers.Exhausted, mourning the weakening of the Muse this was a hot spring of motivation. Music smiling leader using charming vocabulary inviting to write in a lovely illustrated form,I loved it. Though I will not be able to continue the creative writing process with this lovely group but I wish to share what I did manage to write in the pre course five days as part of the assignments.

My Wabi Sabi Story
Life has been good on one side, but have been close to grief pain and suffering for many years.My faith gives me continuous strength and hope and whenever a calamity strikes I am reminded to look at those who are weaker and poorer,”things could have been much worse” “the revelry is temporary” “be grateful and you will have abundant, love comes in many forms and ways..so it was in virtual spiritual environment much joy came my way.
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Water mirror like, ivory silver
smiled at, caressed , hated in
stagnant filthy swamps
its loss, mourned.
Love the creative spirit in non
creativity, like lotus in muddy pond
tree valued green or brown-
body and soul, split in bond
Embrace all,cool or hot
all here will be soon, gone
circle will come full circle
imperfection, – the mortal round

WRITE Your New Story 2021
Day 4 – The Beautiful “NO” for Taking a Stand for Truth and Professional Knowledge
The First “NO”
Desiring to attain a Masters Degree I kept struggling with traditions cultural norms. Private study efforts failed. Finally the admission to a post graduate college revealed the lack of justice to proper instruction. Asking for ” More” resulted in the 18th Century Dickensian reaction. But the “NO” opened the best door of the time with the best Professors and I attained the degree with honor and respect from the Punjab University being a student of the best Teachers of English Literature as Ms Shaista Zaid Ms Farhat Shah Mrs Nasim and Mrs Samina Nadeem. Thank You Dear Teachers.
The Second Time

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Imagine leaving a foreign university where I realized that I wanted to study a more challenging course.When I applied for a change the process of studies took the unexpected turn. Returning to my native homeland for a personal family commitment with a still valid study visa I was sent a “NO’ letter from the university.I never went back. As Allah’s plans are the best and he has better gifts for us always of which we are not aware of at that moment.
I got the best opportunity to work in the field of Education and Service to the nation which was and will be my aim and purpose of life till Allah wills it to be. I was selected and appointed as the Principal of the Post Graduate Bilquis College of Education of the PAF Pakistan Air Force. The Management included two lab schools a) Montessori Junior b) Special Education School. One Hostel for 200 students. This was a Challenge a far better opportunity to serve the cause of education and it resulted with a “NO ” I have no regrets of not studying at a foreign university. Allah always gave me much better gifts honor regard and time to serve and share my knowledge and experience.

2020~ Pandemic Time Thoughts

cropped-img_20200125_075834.jpgAt first there was pandemic panic, a state of semi shock unseen dangers unknown fears , the world under attack, some said God’s Wrath has struck because humanity had almost disappeared, innocent people were  being suppressed raped and children bombed and killed, murderous deaths were rampant.Justice was denied delayed and ignored. The Corona virus  spreading  like wildfire sent people reeling  falling breathless dying on the
streets taking cover inside houses.Little did they know how long they would have to stay in lock down.

Then Covid -19 in loud silence put its foot down..STOP Just Stop.  The world stopped moving, the Earth,feeling lighter, continued to revolve,began to breathe, heavy smog cleared to reveal beautiful majestic mountain ranges and snow covered peaks in the Himalayan Regions and Northern Areas.

Did mankind show change in attitudes of pride and fearlessness? Perhaps not so much. Enjoyment pleasure filled activities hatred racism deception all seemed immune to Covid 19.

Earth’s trembling decreased.

I felt staying inside the house was more peaceful. I saw the early morning dawn break into glorious rays of bright light.I felt divinity around me.  I felt the silence the stillness the quietude.

I did not feel any fear.

 

For ~ Lens Artists Weekly Photo Challenge #108~ Sanctuary~ Imagining Serene Havens ~

Walking on a road like this has always brought peace to the soul.Whenever there are moments of stress, I take refuge among the trees.This is a road leading to our ancestral village Sabz Pir near the main city of Sialkot.The Jammu and Kashmir border is not far.

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This is the beauty of Northern Pakistan.Pine forests are plenty but not enough.
Spending time among these peaceful forests calms and soothes the soul.

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Home has always been sweet and safe. Home is the best sanctuary.Our ancestors honored the home as a sacred space which provided protection and peace. We too can reawaken this sense of spirit on our home, turning it into a sanctuary which can heal the body, calm the mind and soothe the soul. It’s simply a refuge, a sanctuary, a place that hugs us when we walk through the door. May the world be a peaceful sanctuary for the humanity Amen.

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With all the beauty around my present sanctuary is here…Alhamdolilah.

With gratitude to the Almighty.

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2020 ~ Memoirs and Random Thoughts ~ The Lady from Calcutta ~

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‘Write about the things that surprise you.’ 
                                                              Joyce Carol Oates

February 3, brings the loving memory of my Mother in Law often clad in a sari, named Akhter Jehan meaning ‘Shining Star’ she was truly a loving shining star. The pillar of strength for the family after the great Partition of 1947. In 1941 she was welcomed  into the family at Srinagar (Indian held Kashmir) all the way from Calcutta  (India) where her elder brother   serving as a Senior Officer in Posts & Telegraph Department  was stationed at the time. It was a historic wedding as the bride traveled across Northern India and in view of that special event I have named her as The Lady from Calcutta’. 2020 again feels like a surprise for it is twice my birth number. The day my Mother in Law would surprise me with a lovely gift. The surprise was the way she would wrap the gift with colorful ribbons and silver paper. Her gifts always brought great joy and expressed her profound love.
I found her very loving caring an excellent cook , an accomplished knitter, organizer, motivator, and gifted with a powerful singing voice. May the Almighty bless her with a place in Jannat ul Firdaus. ameen.

Her favorite flower was ‘ Nargis’ she loved the sweet fragrance of the white and yellow plant growing with a thin straight stem.

A bunch in her honor.

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2020 – A double birth number, just the one for a Gemini star.The year 2000 brought the miracle poetry award which caused a journey across the seas and oceans,over mountain ranges and four states of North America. One Poem and  a unique journey’ what if 20 20 brings two journeys? Well, a return trip to USA is a dream come true, but only the Almighty knows, He has His own plans and His plans are the best.
This year like 2019 seems to be a ‘writing year’, but to be hopeful it may bring publishing opportunities too. Looking at the number 2020′, it seems  a unique number, two plus two is equal to four, now let’s see 20 is divisible by 4 and 2+2 is equal to 4, if we leave aside the 0s, anyways 0 is of no value on the left but on the other side it is uncountable, at least I am at a loss’ Ah loss’ , what a unique word with terrible implications, tragedies, weaknesses, depression, disability… again the term ‘disability stands out as one of the Themes for writing’, on going with the theme of ‘Illness’.  And with ‘Illness’ we follow ‘Struggle for human rights,freedom, justice and fairplay.

I feel honored, and I must thank Honorable Jamie Dedes The Poet by Day who has continuously  helped guided encouraged and supported me in writing, ever since we shared our love of writing specially poetry. To use a phrase from her amazing poetry
‘kept me anchored’ I feel ‘
Memoirs  keep me anchored to the pen and paper. They are filled with love adventure joy travel friendships awards surprises stories anecdotes poems and so much more.’,

and so I begin this year with a different title and I hope I will be able to share interesting stories with my readers.
Insha Allah.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2020 ~ History Moving Under the Shadow

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A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.                          Marcus Garvey

Time is moving,life is changing and the climate is taking various strong surprising and damaging forms.

2019 slipped away, but left deep scars entrenched on the hearts and souls of many.
Crushing of humans and human rights continues.

2019 was a year of creative writing. For the first time I was able to write 30 poems in thirty days in April and throughout the year wrote 12 special poems and 12 short stories. The biggest count was for The Poet by Day with more than 40 and some translated in Urdu, another first.

‘Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind’
I feel I grieve for my place of birth as my native land remains locked blocked and occupied. I may never be able to set foot there.

Climate Change people say, the sun is strangely red, a whole continent is engulfed in deadly fire, millions of birds and animals have breathed their last, many are suffocating dying. Humanity is restless,out on the streets by hundreds and thousands, protesting, asking for their rights,asking for what belongs to them, in vain.

‘Dark smoke’ rises, overshadows the light, eclipses the sun and the moon…is the light of peace fading away?

‘Hope is there. Come under the shadow of hope- Come under the shadow of the red rock’.
How many understand? How many change, how many move towards the best practices of care and kindness?
The very first month brings death and destruction.Coffins crowds curfews all continue and people talk of Climate Change…

    Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.           Percy Bysshe Shelley

Why we laughed, why we sang, then why we cried,
silently in pain we suffered, in the remains,
and the stories continued, told, retold, as lands
were sold-
and rivers ran dry, who will care? who cares?
walking failing drifting falling
Look Beware’
The crown on the statue looks fixed
studded freedom-
and we were so innocent playing games,jumping ropes
and reading white and blue, and all that was red

And we should have known, blacking,
slavery is not dead,
come under the shadow of the rock, you will find
flowers, silently growing, receiving showers,
touch not the forbidden
but seek the Unseen, The Hidden

Come to success, come to salvation.

2020 © Anjum Wasim Dar

2019 ~ Glorious Sunset ~2020~ Mourning Morning ~ In a Parrots World ~

IMG-20191124-WA0003With profound joy filled with sadness,wishing farewell to time, not old not new but more glorious, hopeful colorful and peaceful. December glad tidings festive days and nights of celebration, gratitude and greetings.

The world talks of peace togetherness love and brotherhood, but no sooner than the fireworks spreading stars sparks and embroidering the night sky with multicolored shiny streaks and bursts are over, then out come the other firearms.The warm blood filled with love care and closeness, bleeds like rivers on the roads…shouts of joy and jubilation turn to screams of mourning. Oh Humanity wither dost thou wish to head ?

2020 is number 4 ~ a number denoting ‘change,life to start all over again and again’ but are we so weakened with hate and so strengthened with revenge that nothing but Death is in sight?

Let us not call the days that are the same, The New Year’ I feel we are like the parrot who learns words and repeats them without any reason or understanding. Kill or be killed ‘ prayers become ineffective and untrue. Do we really wish for peace?

No, maybe the parrot is more peaceful in the cage, feeding on sunflower seeds and peanuts and some water… our guest for a few more days as owners travel abroad-
his soft whistles bird sounds and mimicry of many other household sounds including the ‘hello’ bring joy ~     Thank you Birdie you are so innocent and yet we keep you caged ~ did you annoy anyone ever ?
But rightly you have been named Captain -you do remind me of Long John Silver’ maybe we shall find a treasure chest soon’
So let’s close our story here,to be continued God willing Insha allah- I will ponder on Shakespeare’s quote meanwhile…The Lord is Most Gracious Most Merciful    and loves to Forgive…

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“My words fly up, my

thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”

 

 

 

 

For Lens-Artist ~ Amy Ji ~ Challenge # 76 ~ On Display’~ The Extraordinary in Pakistan ~

Sunday the 15th of December  2019
The day we drove in a jeep from Islamabad to Sialkot famous for its industries and the Greatest Tank Battle with India at Chawinda in 1965. Just a day before I had read the Challenge for this week…’On Display’, I was excited for this trip would enable me to take shots of the popular roadside  ‘Displays’ and I am happy to share the results here…

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Sialkot is a city situated in the north-east of the Punjab province in Pakistan at the feet of the snow-covered peaks of Kashmir near the Chenab river.
Formerly, has been the winter-capital of the State of Kashmir.”Sal-kot Shakil Nagri” derived from the name of the king of Sialkot known as “Raja Salban” who ruled 5000 years ago. 230 kms from Islamabad the journey  takes 5 hours.
Sialkot produces different types of goods for  export: Leather,  Surgical and Sports goods.
Its hand stitched  footballs are famous worldwide for their excellent quality.

9 a.m. A few kms on the Grand Trunk Road aka G.T.Road we met heavy fog.
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Fresh Fruit: Guavas are  always an irresistible attraction.Farmers display their cart fulls on the roadside. We stopped to buy some.
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The drive made me sleepy. In that dozing state I was suddenly awakened by  a loud excited call ‘Ammi,we have something for your display article.’  This is what I saw and loved it.

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Next stop for our display photography was Sarai Alamgir, a place famous for King George Royal Military College now known as Pakistan Military College. Our Journey gifted us these images from the roadside shops.

Household items made of Hard Straw (Called ‘Kana’ in local language )

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Elegant Graceful Colored and Decorated Clay Vases

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A  Brief Stop at a Bakery – Discovered The World of Treats

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The Day Long Journey added to unforgettable memories. Return journeys are always quiet and so ended another memorable trip. For our Display Theme I would like to return to Islamabad Serena Hotel and share with my friends, some shots which I had taken  at a ‘family lunch’ occasion , and here comes the Chance for ‘Display’~ Respected Amy Ji, these shots are specially for you’…

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Fresh Tomato Salad  ~ ~ ~  Serena Hotel Islamabad
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A Plateful of Dessert

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And finally  a place  for entertainment ~
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 ‘Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter’ John Keats

For Lens Artist Tina R Schell’s Challenge # 75 ~ Nostalgic ~ Doors and Gates’ ~

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Numerology  is a vital part of one’s life. We plan our time events and important days with the help of calendars. Each and every moment, hour, day and night is life in calculation.What a strange coincidence of numbers stood out as I went through the albums looking for photographs that reflected the Topic’ Nostalgic’,  best. The second unique revelation was the ‘focus ‘ of the matching images, as  ‘Doors’ and Gates’ remind us of the days gone by and memories are stored behind them.
Three houses we lived in were marked #8  – (17,71,8)

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.

                                               Doug Larson

1950s-This first image was captured as we were passing by the house where I spent nine years of my childhood. The house # 24 – Willoughby Road has the earliest memories of starting school, in fact starting life in a new country.I never knew at that time the tragic history of the Great Divide and Migration.

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1960s-  H/No: 17-Central Road Abbottabad  Northern Province of Pakistan
In service the stations keep changing.From Rawalpindi to Abbottabad the first time this beautiful fairy tale house was our residence for two years. Unforgettable time , experiencing the joys of all seasons, picnics, fruits. trees, and above all peace and happiness of family life.

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1965- Indo-Pak War Time–  Moving from Abbottabad to the  Gilgit Baltistan in the Northern Areas and then back to a Non Family station Kharian Punjab, we had to make do for a few years in this house #71  / A-  in Rawalpindi, for completing school years. This photograph is Courtesy of a cousin sister visiting Pakistan from Canada (after 32 years) She paid a visit to the house and found herself drenched in tears and nostalgia and we all shared the loving and tragic memories of those days. The #26 written boldly is again a
coincidence, it adds up to 8 (2+6)

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1968–# 12. Kakul Road- Back to Abbottabad. Father’s official residence as Commanding Officer of the Combined Military Hospital  and a return of picnics,amazing seasons, snowfall, pine scented trees, military pipe band music and parades. Marriages and new arrivals. Happy memories. Highly nostalgic. A grand elegant professional time with family and friends.Unforgettable. Nostalgia prevails as I write this post.

13015487_10154123396840747_8020389055332100601_nMany more years went by. Memories grew as life took us to other cities but came to settle in this house in Rawalpindi in  1989.A turning point when one finds oneself a responsible person of the family, illness and loss of parents and separation from one’s own children. The joys return when grandchildren arrive, yet again to build new nostalgic memories.
‘We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun’ House No 73 A/1

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This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to
return to one’s home and family.                                                        John Thorn

2003– A short five month stay in  Paignton Close, Aspley , Nottingham. We bought a
small house and planned to live there, but circumstances made the change.
Experienced time as reading some pages of History,saw fireworks for the last ‘Guy Fawkes Day’ in England, visited the historic Nottingham Castle,stood  with Robin Hood’s statue, walked through the mud built cafe inside the castle walls on Christmas eve. It was like being Alice in Wonderland,with tinkling glasses soft whispers and an aroma of wine and coffee. I felt as if I would see Robin Hood appearing suddenly…nostalgic classic comics reading sessions in school days.

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Merry Christmas ‘ the lights said, ‘a lovely treat a dream come true.The Almighty made it possible for me to see what I used to read in story books’ Miracles happen and will keep happening. ‘Silent Night Holy Night’

‘Joy to the World’…for me this was a miracle’