Writing by hand #FridayReflections

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After a long time, I was excited by the Friday prompt. It brought back memories of my school days when we only wrote by hand . And we only wrote by pen.

We actually filled book after book of Marion Richardson’s  writing patterns so that we got the perfect letters while writing Cursive.

Believe it or not, my handwriting used to look like this

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Today, I’ve actually written after a long, long time and this is how my handwriting looks now :

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Well, I can see my old teachers cringe at this shabby piece of handwriting.

I definitely won’t win the Handwriting Prize for this one, will I? What did you think of this example of my handwriting?

Have you also stopped writing by hand? Do you  use an ink pen with a nib? I’d love to hear from you in the comments.

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I am linking this post to Corinne and Sanch’s #FridayReflections. 

My Sky from the bottom of Babulnath #SkywatchFriday

Yet another Friday and it’s the middle of the month already. Before long, half the year will be over and I still haven’t begun many of my New Year Resolutions. I have to learn to do things differently if I want to get even halfway there.

Doing things in a different way, today I bring you another part of my Bombay sky.

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From the Bottom of Babulnath Temple

This is the sky from the bottom of the Temple at Babulnath dedicated to Lord Shiva.

Babulnath is a Shiva Temple on top of the hill that forms part of Mumbai’s famous Malabar Hill.  And at one time, it’s spires could be seen for quite a distance as the tallest in the vicinity. Today, however, despite being on top of the hill, it is dwarfed by the numerous skyscrapers and even though I see it from my balcony, I often wonder for how long.

The spire in this photo belongs to another temple at the bottom of the hill. This  temple is dedicated to Shrinathji another form of Lord Krishna.
The temple of Babulnath , it is said , was built after a humble cowherd named Babla dreamed of a ‘shivling crying out to be rescued from his underground trap.
Babla listened to this cry and the rescued shivling was installed in a temple that is known as Babulnath or Babla’s Lord .

In another story, Babula the cowherd noticed one of the cows he tended pour her milk out at a particular spot every day. When he reported this to his master, they followed the cow to this spot . They found that she was pouring out her milk on a shivling.

The present temple was built round this shivling.  
I don’t exactly know if the present shivling is the original one but I do know that every Monday there are hundreds of devotees climbing up the hill to offer their prayers to Lord Shiva.
As usual there is a lot of hustle and bustle on the top with devotees pouring milk, offering flowers , making half rounds as they say their prayers.

Mondays in the month of Shravan are particularly chaotic as also on Mahashivratri.

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Another view of the gold topped spire of Shrinathji’s temple at the bottom of Babulnath.

For those who don’t know, the shivling is a symbolic representation of the cosmic energy of Lord Shiva, one of the Holy Trinity of Hinduism.

Join me and other bloggers at #SkywatchFriday.

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Help ! There’s a Bull in my bathroom

Most of you have hear of the bull in a china shop but have you ever heard of a bull in the bathroom?

It all started when I retuned home after a three month stay in the US to find my house extraordinarily dusty and messy. Something had to be done , I thought so we employed Mr G. to deep clean the house.

His brief was to clean every nook and cranny with a toothbrush.

Mr G took his job very seriously and for several months was busy from 9 am to 5 pm prying out the dust. Considering that we have a lot of carved antique furniture and several walls of peeling paint , there was a lot of dust to be nudged out.

In a way this became counter productive because all the dust that was pushed out settled on more visible spaces . In other words the house became more dusty!

So we changed his job to polish the brass instead. Once again we have kilos of brass artefacts which had turned black with age.

Mr G scrubbed and scrubbed till all that was left to scrub was the bull: a huge 35 kg Bull of Shiva that was a present for my 35th birthday.

Does that explain how I have a bull in my bathroom?

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