Saturday, June 25, 2011

I love Barbie and Pink

Colour colour which colour do you wish to choose?
"Pink" Pat came the reply. My little daughter's [J] room was found painted pink the next day! J [J for Jui my daughter] loves all in pink. All possible things....yes.
Why  of-course this colour is tagged for them. If you happen to see a new born in hospitals wrapped in pink, don't take trouble to know the sex of the baby. Its her. And its him if the wrapping is blue. A distinct colour association methodology begins here in their birth place and the journey continues. So much so that, J cannot digest even a writing pencil in blue. Ohhh its "boys" colour. Huh. two years ago our lovely pet love birds "Ace and Angel" joined our family, entering royally in their "pink cage". Thankfully  multicolored bird feed aren't available to me here.

In this barbie era it isn't surprising J finds fantasy for barbies. A whole lot of them have filled up her room, her mind. Name a item and she has it. All in pink. These slender cute dolls dress in pink, eat in pink. J defines her own barbie world with pink toy castles , two of them rather. Furnished castles, with their own tea-sets, closets, cloth hangers, loo with "cute pot" and what not.  Needless to mention the colour now?





Insistingly  she will point at anything in pink. from the  toys, clothes, to her handbags or school bags . We have gotten used to the pink world as she grows. Her luminous essence of choice has gotten into us stubbornly well. There isn't another choice either. As you enter her zone/her room you not only stare at pink walls but also other paraphernalia. Amazing.






Art is one pure element of human happiness that trains mind through eye and eye through mind. Art colours life. J is quite enthusiastic about art, drawing and painting and loves it. An organised portfolio in this link also adds to her passion. It was in her age 2 times, she would scribble one page with maximum possible colours, clap and stare at it and it would all fascinate her. Hardly 27 months old she was. J returned from her play school to excitedly about her drawing book. A happy apple and a sad apple was drawn and both were coloured quite neatly to earn a good from her teacher. Only thing that made us laugh was the apples that had turned pink ! I had to remind her this incident after 5 years last week when she came laughing at a small kindergarten girl who painted a parrot pink in a drawing competition. Girls..girls! 


As I mentioned how the pink sinks in so much within us these days that today's incident is worth mentioning. My hubby away on business trip is shopping for us and called me this morning for my choice of bags and few clothes. Repeatedly pink, pink. I burst out from my office, actually furious, why am I "pink-framed". Huh. He then suddenly realized. "I love Barbie and pink" he joked.
The tales of pink are unending.....................


If I had to think about my favorite colour I mused, I don't have one. But yes, green does fascinate me all time. Perhaps because of the love for plants. Quite crazily I change the background of my blog overnight in different greens. Guys who have been noticing this might have found it amusing? 

Visual perceptions of beholders eyes can fancy different sensitivities towards things the eyes see. A rainbow appearing most beautiful to a pair of eyes might fade after a moment and look more gorgeous if it were a Zebra.
At times the sky appears soothing. But I can imagine the sky clad with a rainbow coloured Saree with arms spread..........colours can set wings to imaginations. Colourless will not do less. But yes, colours can set wings to imaginations.....................




I read somewhere, "Laundry is the only thing to be separated by colours".............


My post dedicated to the HP Laser Jet [Click here] sponsored contest: "Take Flight with colours". The ultimate machine filling colours in your papers. 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Idiot Box musings

Many parents use television as baby sitter for hours until they wind up their chores. Perhaps the idea isn't bad enough provided the median has been drawn between its nativities? So where and how is that median drawn?

Courtesy-Gulf Times dated 13th May 2011
That title is apt. Ultimate baby feeder indeed.

Don't one of you want to bet this tops any of the family discussion boards. A formal "family peace breaker' which was labelled long back as idiot box. The television set gains more titles and curses today in spite of the strong media information, entertainment that it provides.

Why, it was a panic stroke watching the new television advertisement by Zee-Telefilms productions. They highlight a family checking into a hotel discover there is no Z-TV available and opt not to check in there!

Today the media being so strong and being part of our lives featuring important news and shows also outrageously features such numerous shows that I bet ultimately one forgets to note when he/she has crossed the median and is attracted towards addiction.

A human brain so predisposed to television watching that today "Addiction to TV" doesn't remain a metaphor any more. Name it mania, addiction or priority, disorder...what not.

Limiting a household to one television tops to be hot issue too. One is very busy in today technology era. Multitasking. But sure find time for TV. Excuses and reasons are conveniently discovered nevertheless.

So immense is the effects of one plugged in or hooked on to TV that we have some fine books written today like 'xxxx ways of controlling TV addiction"; Glued to the Tube;

Now, is there anything left for me to pen?. I wouldn't. Point is clear. So we want to be part of the addictive or the non is our choice.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Niagara It Is

Uhhh Niagara it was....Few minutes is all it took to us pinch ourselves, feel the cool, realise. Finally there at the enormous   NIAGARA Falls.


He just seemed like the enormous demon mouth wide open, water gushing out like never to cease. The misty air it backed around itself like the water fairy or the misty mermaid dancing above waters.
The night fall ruled on the waters turning  it into a rainbow coloured ribbon that surrounded the water falls. Our gaze fixed at the spot for hours together. Automatically and constantly we mumbled about...It was jubilant. It was a a beauty.




One night view that I could not stop admiring. The light performed the trick after all yet, it made certain impact. Dint it? It turned the water  into milk falls. Amazing is the only word I can deliver. Words speak..at times they too don't. Yet it began here. "It" was the urge to write...urge to create memoir. The glowing of idea...Idea of blogging began this day.


Clear winter morning view of Niagara.   
                                     I dedicate this post to the N-Day of round 10 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.