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Puns....

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I posted this photo of my friend with, er, his kit lens. More pun-jabs followed from others i in the group....
Looks like the favourite lens in his kitty.
I wonder if there's a problem with the lens, if he is getting it a CAT scan.
May be he is taking a kitcat break.
Oh...I cat make a pun on this.
Why ca(n)t you make a pun on this? Cat got your tongue?
I was kitting . I just made one.
Trust that he didn’t get scratched. If the lens had dropped that would have been a catastrophe!
Nine lives for the lens!
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Rings...

The ring of truth...
When I was young, my elders joked that only "nAyanakkArar" (nAgaswaram players) would wear rings on all the fingers (presumably, to show them off as their fingers played over their wind instruments). I also saw kings and mythological heroes wearing many rings. But now, I find so many astrolgers on TV and the net with their fingers sporting thick rings. Don't they feel heavy? Or do the wearers get used to the weight of the rings? The ring is one item of jewellery common to all genders, but the design of the rings, of course, is different for men and women.


Thumb rings are still rather uncommon, but wearing several rings on finger (especially if it is the ring finger) is quite frequent. I wonder why this particular finger has been designated as the "ring" finger, when rings are worn on all the fingers? A ring is a sign of romantic or marital commitment, across many cultures. I have watched an episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond", where, in twiddling his ring, Raymond loses it in a hotel air-conditioning vent, and then gets hit on at the airport...much to his delight and his brother's disgust!

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Pic of jewellery including a ring, worn by Fatima for Eid,050619

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Bird names...

Never ask why
About a bird's name
They have no sense
It's always the same.

Look at the White-eye
With a white eye-ring it's graced.

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But when a Malkoha's eye-ring is blue
The bird is called Blue-faced!

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When a bird is bright purple
With a bright red beak,
Of the Grey-headed sSwamphen
Our experts speak.

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You know that bird names
Any logic lack
When a rich brown Kite
Can be called Black!

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What's in a name?

What's in a name?

Well, quite a lot, it would seem. Since I am very interested in names, I tend to take note of unusual ones. ((Some recent ones, Ditaujas, Nishchita and Yami.)

Over a period of time, I find that we (including me) tend to expect a certain kind of person on hearing a certain type of name. One might assume a Raghavendra to be a Kannadiga, a Krishnan (not to miss that "n" at the end!) to be Tamil, Gurwinder to be from Punjab, and so on.

But names can also prove a source of distress and difficulty. Recently, a friend told me how, when the local school authorities saw his name, they assumed him to be from the poorer section of society, which led to the further assumption that the parents would not pay the fees! Fearing such associations, my friend's father changed his name somewhat!

Similarly, some decades ago, someone named his sons Shankar Prasad, Vishnu Prasad and Dev Prasad. He explained to me that south Indians were scorned in Delhi, where they lived, and he hoped that the son's names might result in their being thought of as north Indians.

Indians recently have a great yen for christening their children with the most outre and rare names imaginable. I remember a satirical article by "Concerned Citizen" in the Hindu, where he says, "I call my grandson Arun. His name is some other nonsense that his parents found on the internet" ...or words to that effect! What's in a name?

Well, quite a lot, it would seem. Since I am very interested in names, I tend to take note of unusual ones. (Two recent ones, Ditaujas and Nishchita!)

Over a period of time, I find that we (including me) tend to expect a certain kind of person on hearing a certain type of name. One might assume a Raghavendra to be a Kannadiga, a Krishnan (not to miss that "n" at the end!) to be Tamil, Gurwinder to be from Punjab, and so on.

But names can also prove a source of distress and difficulty. Recently, a friend told me how, when the local school authorities saw his name, they assumed him to be from the poorer section of society, which led to the further assumption that the parents would not pay the fees! Fearing such associations, my friend's father changed his name somewhat!

Similarly, some decades ago, someone named his sons Shankar Prasad, Vishnu Prasad and Dev Prasad. He explained to me that south Indians were scorned in Delhi, where they lived, and he hoped that the son's names might result in their being thought of as north Indians.

Indians recently have a great yen for christening their children with the most outre and rare names imaginable. I remember a satirical article by "Concerned Citizen" in the Hindu, where he says, "I call my grandson Arun. His name is some other nonsense that his parents found on the internet" ...or words to that effect!

Many Asian immigrants to the US(especially Chinese) change their names to ones that they think Americans can say easily. I was less and less surprised to find various objects around the house becoming the names of Chinese people I came into contact with.

I am not surprised at this; I think many names can be unpronounceable for people from other regions and cultures. Growing up in Kolkata, I was so fed up with people turning my name (Deepalakshmi) either into Deepalokki or, even worse, Deeplosmee, that I shortened it to Deepa! My sister in law Bhavadharini became Bhava for the same reason. But it irks me when newsreaders can carefully pronounce Lech Walesa (pronounced Leh Wawensa!) and murder a Vijayaraghavan. The top mispronouncation happened when a Bengali newsreader intoned, many years ago, "The kaaarnaataaakaaa cheap meeneestaar, Shri Debraaj Arse...."

So when, next time, I find myself stymied by a Welsh of a Polish name, full of consonants that I do not know how to bring out, I think of the trouble poor Devarayanahalli Sriparamatma Rameshwara Sharma will have, all his life! Or, come to that, Elon Musk's child, X Æ A-12...which needs the parent to come online to explain how to pronounce it!

Many Asian immigrants to the US(especially Chinese) change their names to ones that they think Americans can say easily. I was less and less surprised to find various objects around the house becoming the names of Chinese people I came into contact with.

I am not surprised at this; I think many names can be unpronounceable for people from other regions and cultures. Growing up in Kolkata, I was so fed up with people turning my name (Deepalakshmi) either into Deepalokki or, even worse, Deeplosmee, that I shortened it to Deepa! My sister in law Bhavadharini became Bhava for the same reason. But it irks me when newsreaders can carefully pronounce Lech Walesa (pronounced Leh Wawensa!) and murder a Vijayaraghavan. The top mispronouncation happened when a Bengali newsreader intoned, many years ago, "The kaaarnaataaakaaa cheap meeneestaar, Shri Debraaj Arse...."

So when, next time, I find myself stymied by a Welsh of a Polish name, full of consonants that I do not know how to bring out, I think of the trouble poor Devarayanahalli Sriparamatma Rameshwara Sharma will have, all his life!...Or, come to that, Elon Musk's child...X Æ A-12...a name which needs the parent to come online to explain how to pronounce it. I can just imagine the kindergarten teacher struggling with, "You! Ex-Ash-Ay-Twelve! Don't make so much noise!"
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Words written 120 years ago, of topical interest now

This was written exactly today, 120 years ago.

“There is no god in that temple”, said the Saint.
The King was enraged;
“No God? Oh Saint, aren’t you speaking like an atheist?
On the throne studded with priceless gems, beams the golden idol,
And yet, you proclaim that’s empty?”
“It’s not empty; It’s rather full of the Royal pride.
You have bestowed yourself, oh King, not the God of this world”,
Remarked the saint.
The King frowned, “2 million golden coins
Were showered on that grand structure that kisses the sky,
I offered it to the Gods after performing all the necessary rituals,
And you dare claim that in such a grand temple,
There is no presence of God”?
The Saint calmly replied, “in the very year in which, twenty million of
your subjects were struck by a terrible drought;
The pauperized masses without any food or shelter,
came begging at your door crying for help, only to be turned away,
they were forced to take refuge in forests, caves, camping under roadside
foliages, derelict old temples;
and in that very year
when you spent 2 million gold to build that grand temple of your's,
that was the day when God pronounced:
“My eternal home is lit by everlasting lamps,
In the midst of an azure sky,
In my home the foundations are built with the values:
Of Truth, Peace, Compassion and Love.
The poverty stricken puny miser,
Who could not provide shelter to his own homeless subjects,
Does he really fancy of giving me a home?”
That is the day God left that Temple of yours.
And joined the poor beside the roads, under the trees.
Like emptiness of the froth in the vast seas,
Your mundane temple is as hollow.
It’s just a bubble of wealth and pride.’
The enraged King howled,
“oh you sham cretin of a person,
Leave my kingdom this instant’.
The Saint replied calmly,
“The very place where you have exiled the Divine,
Kindly banish the devout too".

----Rabindranath Tagore,
20th of Shravan (that is 5th of Augus for 2020), 1307 (as per the Bengali Calendar)

Another point I wish to make:

If you were angry that a place of worship (of a different religion) had come up on the ruins of another, and it was pulled down....then, if you build a place of worship on the ruins of this one, are you not doing exactly what you condemned in the first place?
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Life with K2

Me: Stop being so pesky!
K2: Do you know what book I am reading now? "One oh one ways to annoy your grandmother"!

He's certainly thorough.

Me: After I finish making the cake batter, you can choose between the whisk and the spatula. I will give the other one to K1.
K2: I will wait and see which has more batter on it.
Me: No, you have to choose right now. Don't be greedy!
K2: All children are like that, you know.

We are being menaced by the Paper Bag Monster, who wants his eyes, nose and mouth to be rectangles!

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Morning walk, 130720

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Brazilian Nightshade, Solanum seaforthanium, Muthanallur Lake, 110720


This morning's walk...
A scooter with two people managing a newly-bought carrom board.
Two crows pecking at the innards of a dead rat.
Walkers with masks on, masks off, masks absent.
Picking up the fragrant Akasha Mallige (Indian Cork Tree) so that it will spread its heady scent around the home when I return.
A woman collecting cowdung (I didn't know this was still done in urban areas.)
A young girl looking up at the sky to determine whether she should make the rangOli or not. (She did, and it hasn't rained.)
The spectacular, crimson flowers of the Sausage Tree, and the "sausages" themselves hanging in profusion.
Parakeets screeching as they fly past.
A milk delivery guy looking in disgust at the milk leaking out of his bag on his moped.
Several masked maids on their way to work.
The quickly brightening light sends me back home to start my morning chores.