Piyush - Update 4

Magic Sea Shells - By Unknown


Pink shells, white shells, and
shells coloured blue;
Smooth shells, crinkled shells,
old shells and new;
Striped shells, and plain
shells lift by the tide;
My shell is magic - the sea sings inside.

Dear friends, I wrote to Mr. Maltesh Kolur(Piyush's father) today to just check on how Piyush is doing and enquired if he is looking forward to his trip to Singapore. Here is his reply

Nice to hear from you. Piyush is really excited about Singapore. He is aware that Singapore is covered by sea and he is looking forward to collect Shells. He is fond of collecting shells.

The above poem is dedicated to Piyush. I hope Piyush has a rocking time in Singapore collecting sea shells & recovering.

Readers who have been following Piyush here will be happy to know a good samaritan from Delhi contacted the family and has offered to sponsor the flight & stay at Singapore. May God Bless You!!! They have managed to collect 82 lacs so far. There is an additional 40-45 lacs to go. Please make your contributions at the Cancer patient's Aid Association. Alternatively, you can also transfer your donation to Maltesh Kolur's ICICI or Citi bank accounts. The details are available at www.aidmyson.com. If possible, please link your sites to the CPAA or the AIDMYSON sites, to help the family reach out to as many as possible.

You can write to Piyush and his family at maltesh@rediffmail.com.

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Blue & its Beauty

Come along, come with me,
Take a dive in the deep blue sea.
Put on your gear, let's explore
All the way to the ocean floor!

See that snail wrapped in cursl?
Look! An oyster wearing pearls!
Watch the octopus oh so dark,
But don't you dare to pet the shark!

Dive on down, seaward bound,
Motion in the ocean is all around!
Dive on down, seaward bound.
Motion in the ocean is all around.

Now we're very far below,
The lantern fish are all aglow.
Is that a tiny shock you feel?
You just met an electric eel!

Giant blue whales start to stir,
Bigger than dinosaurs ever were!
Wave good-bye to the squid and sponge,
This is the end of our deep-sea plunge!

Dive on down, seaward bound,
Motion in the ocean is all around!
Dive on down, seaward bound.
Motion in the ocean is all around.

-Meish Goldish

(Photo courtesy - Amol Raje)

We build debts

..to ensure our kids have a secure future,
we create new debts for a comfortable secure future, and we spend energy & time far away from sight to repay them ofcourse.

I found this poem here and it will remain as a reminder not to stray :)

If I had my child to raise all over again

"If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging."

~Diane Loomans, from "If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again"

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth.

This is a lovely poem, I had a chance to recollect when we visited Grasmere over the long weekend, in Lake district which is William Wordsworth's home town. It was an

Enchanting Odyssey

. If ever you get a chance to visit England or Scotland and you have even 1% of nature love in you, you should go to lake district and see the place. You will appreciate the natural beauty of the place. The ones with the least interest in our group said "No more lakes anymore" but that was after they clicked approx 1000+ photographs and we made them walk for 2 good full days there. Its no wonder William Wordsworth was a poet. If I were to hang around there for more than the 2 days we spent, I guess I would have written atleast 2 lines, wouldnt have rhymed, wouldnt have made sense but I wouldnt have cared.

http://www.visitcumbria.com/daffodil.htm