Ice Stupas in Ladakh, India

Global warming is not a myth. Ignorance cannot be argued with though. The world around us is changing and Mother Earth is sending us PLENTY of warning signals to help her out.

I came across this video and decided to share it. Not sure if the Science behind it will be practical in the long run…but it seems to be innovative. People in Ladakh created artificial glaciers so that they could have water during a few critical months (spring to be precise).

Share, if you care. Go green. Every small step matters. I will write a more detailed article about this later on.

Hugs!

Ladyhawk

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Perspective

I can’t live like this…’

Melanie’s voice cracked as she spoke to her friend, Nisha. It was 1 AM Indian standard time, daytime in the US, where Mel lived. Nisha was half asleep, struggling to keep her eyes open.

‘There there…what’s the problem?’ Nisha suppressed one of her many sighs as she anticipated half an hour of wailing to continue. She was right.

‘I had to leave my bungalow and shift into an apartment complex! AN APARTMENT COMPLEX. I feel so suffocated, I open a window and there are no green spaces…just buildings all around me. I live in a concrete jungle!’

Noreen rolled her eyes. Concrete jungle, AKA the most expensive apartment complex in that city.

Noreen felt a drop of water land on her forehead. She squinted, searching for her glasses in the dim, flickering yellow light. The only light that worked in her bedroom.

‘Damn!’ she muttered, ignoring Melanie’s rants but supporting them with occasional hmms and mmms…the roof was leaking again. The sad part of living on the top floor in Mumbai during the monsoon. But it was the only flat that she got. Single people, especially single women didn’t have much of a choice, if you were lucky enough to get a house in a decent locality, you’d better take it, leaky roof or not.

‘And my maid didn’t come yesterday! I had to wash all the dishes myself and ANDREW wanted me to cook! Can you believe it? He thinks we don’t need a maid, we should cook ourselves? I’ve never had to enter the kitchen in my entire life.’ 

‘Can’t you hire a part time maid for the days she doesn’t come?’ Nisha muttered absent mindedly.

Melanie pretended not to have heard her ,’AND so I cooked, I almost cut my finger and chipped my nails washing the dishes, now i’ll have to go for a pedicure all over again, its such a drag!!’

Nisha looked at her own hands. Nails? What nails? She had given up the idea of growing them out. She had soft, tiny hands, almost like a child’s. By some miracle all the cooking, washing and cleaning hadn’t wrecked any damage on them yet. But there wasn’t anything attractive about them. Her nails were as short as short could be. She filed them at home. Dishing out a grand for a pedicure which wouldn’t even last a day didn’t make sense to her.

‘I also have to walk six blocks before i reach the parking! I mean, can you imagine walking for six blocks on stilettos? My feet had so many blisters. I’m soaking them in hot water as we speak!’

Nisha smothered a chuckle. Stilettos were out of the question for her as well. Barring a few special occasions, she wore flat shoes, sensible shoes like her mother called it, to work. Comfort over style. Plus one really couldn’t walk on the street in stilettos. The potholes would kill them. Did she mention she walked to her office? It was a ten minute walk and she enjoyed it.

‘Why don’t you wear flats till you reach the parking?’

There was a pause then Melanie laughed loudly, ‘ Hey girl that’s a great idea I don’t own any flat shoes but it will be a good chance for me to go shopping and relieve myself of all of this stress!’

Nisha suppressed another snort and muttered some non – commital words of encouragement, as she endured another couple of minutes of wailing about the traffic, lack of space in Mel’s five bedroom apartment, the fact that they had only three bathrooms instead of five, that they had bay windows in only four rooms…that….

She was relieved when the conversation ended. She never had been able to understand Melanie. She had it all. A great house, a good, rich husband, a great job…she was living the American dream but she was always unhappy.

She looked around her one bedroom house a bit sheepishly. She had one cupboard, which housed all of her clothes, shoes and jewelry. A smaller closet had some linen. The kitchen was well stocked for one person.

There was a sofa, a desk with a chair, a lamp and a bean bag if anyone came to visit. She had a bunk bed, of which the spare bunk was seldom used unless a friend came over.

The house wasn’t great. She’d had to get all the electric points fixed when she’d moved in, along with fixing the plumbing. She had a maid who cleaned for her three times a week. But she was content. Material things didn’t really matter to her. They never had.

It really was a matter of perspective. You could have it all…and still feel unlucky. Or you could have nothing and be grateful for the little you had.

She chose the latter. Her eyes closed and she immediately fell into a deep sleep, her tired body giving in to sleep’s sweet call. She didn’t notice that Melanie was calling again, this time to complain about something else no doubt.

What a depressing month

This post will not win me any brownie points. It isn’t intended to. I never wrote to be popular. Yes, popularity is nice, it gives a temporary high but being honest about how I feel about things…being effing authentic…that matters more to me than anything else….

Woke up to heavy rainfall today which escalated into flash floods Floods in Mumbai…I saw the lane outside my house look like a mini river….why are we surprised…it happens every year. People pay homage to the ‘spirit of Mumbaikars’ and within a day, everything is forgotten in the hustle and bustle of life…much as I love the city, I don’t want to stay here anymore.

Thousands of miles away – Hurricane Harvey wrecks havoc on Texas…you guys have my sympathies…

North Korea fires a missile over Japan and in retaliation South Korea carries out a live drill of dropping 2000 pound bombs from fighter jets and doomsday conspirators scream that ‘the end is near’…well N. Korea has a crackpot as a leader but so do a lot of other nations…one who uses Twitter a lot and another who helped him to get elected while having a shot of Vodka…

China and India end their impasse regarding the border dispute near Bhutan, Indian media calls it a ‘victory’, not sure if it is…but who will check the dragon, everyone is scared to provoke it…my question is why are certain countries allowed to bully others?

The UN is the biggest failure – I stand by this statement. When it comes to strong arming countries who do what they want, when they want…it hasn’t been able to do much…

Violence in Barcelona…my prayers for the families of those who lost someone special as well as a speedy recovery to the ones who got injured…terrorism is something the world must fight as one united body but it isn’t as simple as ‘killing all terrorists’. It goes way deeper. Think of what misery a person …or rather, generations of people have gone through…think of the anger inside them…only once those problems are addressed will terrorism come to an end…

Donald Duck pardons a racist person who is guilty of targeting Mexicans…a white supremacist rally in Charlottesville…I have one questions to ask all white Americans – you aren’t the original inhabitants of your country. The ‘Indians’ are in the true sense of the world. You also migrated from Europe a few centuries ago…so aren’t you also migrants in a way? Don’t bother answering. I don’t want a debate.

I address the entire world who is guilty of this….while it is easy to shut your borders, prevent refugees to enter your countries, please remember that as you sow, you reap. Karma is a bitch. The consequences of your actions will bear fruit someday and the future generation(s) will pay for it. I do not wish ill for anyone. It is just how nature works. How the universe works. And it is sad. Because we think we are invincible but we are not.

Speaking of terrorism…ISIS might have faced a set back but I feel the ones who have survived will regroup and form another group someday…who knows…its not good for the world at large…no form of violence is…

I am sure there are more depressing things which have happened which I could have written about but this is enough…for now…I just hope the people who believe that better things are in store for humanity keep on believing and keep on working towards it. We need more faith in the fact that not everyone is evil…we need more good Samaritans and we need more love…less hate.

Over and out,

Ladyhawk

Entitled

While you take a sip of your expensive wine…

Feast on imported bread…

I scrounge around in dustbins…

For my children must be fed.

You sleep on satin sheets…

On pillows made of fluff…

I sleep anyone where I’m safe from bombs…

The ground no longer feels rough…

You bathe in bathtubs strewn with petals,

Scented candles and bath bubbles…

Scrounging around for a sip of clean water…

Is one of my daily troubles…

You go to work, come home to your families,

Complain about the heat and taxes…

All I worry about is how to stay alive…

In my world, no one ever relaxes…

How I long for not feeling afraid…

And freedom that’s mine to keep…

Clean clothes, a square meal, a roof on my head…

And a night of peaceful sleep.


Dedicated to anyone who thinks their life is tough..please remember that there are people who are dying due to wars, famine,slavery and diseases all over the world. Be thankful for what you are, what you have. It could all be taken away from you in a flash and then what? Don’t take life for granted. Help others. Volunteer. Donate to the UN and other charities who need, DESPERATELY need money to aid people and countries which are facing a humanitarian crisis. Don’t know what I am talking about?

Peace out,

Ladyhawk

 

Follow Me! Please…pretty please?

Follow me.

Are you on Instagram? Follow me. See my pictures, do they make you jealous? Did you see that I went to Spain? And saw a broadway show in America? And trekked all the way up to Machu Pichu?

My life is amazing. I am sure you want to be in my shoes. ‘What a lucky girl’…I can always imagine you thinking that to yourself every time you double tap on my posts.

Follow me.

Did you see the amazing close up I posted on Facebook right now? I used just a few filters to disguise my pimples and scars and make my hair look glossier and thicker. The angle of my face is perfect. I look like some super model. And yes, I didn’t post a full length picture because then you can see my love handles and that isn’t a very nice sight…I am not proud of my body – so you are not allowed to see that.

But love handles aside…

Aren’t I a beauty? Follow me! Add me as your friend – watch me post about how much I love my DH (dear husband). Oh yes, we fight everyday and I hate his guts but it is essential that he and the rest of my 997 friends know that I love him, our love was meant to be, he is the best thing in my life. Yes, he and you need to know it – every single day. See how happy we are. You can’t see through our fake smiles and the red eye caused by the flash maybe hides how dead I feel inside.

Oh yes, I am living the life so follow me.

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This is a reminder to all who are guilty of this – start living an authentic life and stop pretending to be who you are not, stop it – with your filters and your over sharing and all the fake pretentious shit you are up to. Those who know you, can see right through you and those who do not – well, I don’t think they even care.

A very cynical ladyhawk signs off

 

Free Spirit

I sat under the stars…

Contemplating my life…

An outsider may think its perfect…

To me, it has always been wrought with strife…

I’ve never been really happy…

I’ve never known true peace…

The devil’s constantly whispering in my ears…

If only I could do as I please…

What’s right…what’s wrong?

What’s black…what’s white?

Why can’t I cross the line sometime?

Why can’t I for once NOT be right?

Who makes the rules to rule my life?

Who gets to judge me when I die?

I’m sick of pretending to know the truth…

When my life has been one fat lie.

If only I could do what I want…

If only I could be thoughtless like a child…

No limits, no boundaries, no rules to follow…

How I long to run free and wild.

 

Lera Lynn – Lately

Came across this song when I was watching True Detective 2. I would recommend the series by the way. I’ve seen season 1/2 and they are a treat for people who like drama/crime series.

I claim no rights to this song, posting as a fan. Lyrics below:

Lately I’m not feeling like myself
When I look into the glass I see someone else I hardly recognize this face
I wear when I stare into her eyes – I see no one there
Lately I’m not feeling like myself

Lately I’ve been losing all my time
All that mattered to me slept my mind
Everytime I hit another town strangers appear to lock me down
Lately I’ve been losing all my time

The mystery that no one knows
Where does love go when it goes?

Lately words are missing from now on
Vanished in the haze of love gone wrong
There’s no future, there’s no past, in the present nothing lasts
Lately someone’s missing from now on

The mystery that no one knows
Where does love go when it goes?
The mystery that no one knows
Where does love go when it goes?

 

Goodbye

While the internet will be flooded by tributes…I don’t have the words to express my sadness…people like him have touched the lives of millions though their music…and when someone kills themselves or dies…you realise two things…one…life is very short…too short to waste away being angry…on holding grudges and thinking about revenge and two…no one’s life is perfect…who knows what your close ones are going through…do not be fooled by their fake smiles…if you see someone in pain, help them. You may save a life.

Rest in peace Chester…you have left  void in this world that no one will ever be able to fill. I hope you are reborn as a musical genius again and perhaps then, I will watch you perform someday…listening to your songs when I was a teenager gave me so much comfort…I cannot even express it in words…I do not even understand why I feel so sad…thank you for sharing your beautiful talent with us…

Over and out…

Fare thee well!!

People come and go,

Only a few will stay,

The ones who tug at your heart strings,

The ones you never want to go away.

 

Life has its own plans…

People drift apart,

They say you should not be afraid of letting go,

Someone else will come and heal your heart…

 

Yet as you grow older,

Time flies so fast…

You’ll find yourself reminiscing

About the days in the past…

 

Your first friend who taught you how to cross your t’s,

Your friend in high school, who always cheered you on…

Your friends from college…when life was just a ball,

Your work friends…where have most of them gone?

 

All you have is memories in the end…

Who decides who stays or who leaves?

To the ones who stay – thank you…

For the rest, my heart silently grieves.

 


 

Value your self worth. Give and don’t expect anything in return. If someone hurts you, learn from it and when the time comes, forgive them. Forgiveness is a way to set yourself free…unburden your heart. No matter how much you love someone, if they make you feel bad about yourself, perhaps its time to move on. They aren’t bad people – they are just not the type you need to be around. Remember, you are a reflection of the people you surround yourself with.

 

 

 

 

 

Melody – Part 3

For Part one – click here

For Part two – click here


He rubbed his eyes, he was so sleepy.

Farming wasn’t easy.

Oh yes, the hottest jock on the block was now your average run-of-the-mill farmer. But he liked this life. The smell of the mud on his hands, good physical hard work, sweat pouring down his back as he walked up and down his fields, talking to his crops…

Yes, he talked to his crops. People would think he was plain loco if they knew what he was doing but it was something which Jane had taught him. He smiled at a particular memory.


‘Your house is so green.’ He looked around admiringly. ‘How did you manage to grow such a fine garden in this heat?’

Jane smiled,’I have a little secret, I talk to my plants’.

He snorted,’Yeah right.’

Jane’s eyes went wide,’No, I do. I reallly do!! Last year, they were wilting and not doing well despite me trying everything so I started talking to them and look! Healthy as can be’

He gave her a suspicious look. Soon, both of them cracked up at how ridiculous she sounded.


He looked at his watch. It was 6 PM.

Wearily, he drove back to his house and sat in front of the computer. There was a mail from her. He’d received it a few weeks ago but he hadn’t opened it. Maybe it was time. It was a link to a video.

‘ Hey you…..I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your mother’s funeral…I’m so sorry.’ 

He paused the video to look at Jane, with little Jean propped up on her knee. Andy was no where in the picture. Maybe he never had been. He clicked on play again.

‘ But Jean and I..’

‘BABY JANE’, protested the little girl as Jane smiled, ‘I stand corrected, Baby Jane and I have prepared something for you. Hope this will cheer you up.’

Jane took a guitar in her hands and played the same song for him which he had sent to her a few years ago, while her daughter danced in front of her.

The Jane he knew was tone deaf so he knew the amount of effort she would have put into it. He replayed the video again…and then once more. He sniffed, trying to suppress the lump in his throat.

Her love was in that melody. It had always been there. It was still there. Despite everything. Despite him not being able to give her what she had wanted so many years ago, despite her being married for years, despite her raising a beautiful child, she still had enough love left in her for him. He walked outside to the porch and looked at the sky, softly humming to himself…coming to terms with the fact that life wasn’t always perfect, life wasn’t always fair and how lucky he was to have one person who loved him no matter what.  She was a fool, but it was ok. The world could do with some more fools like her.

Tears welled up in his eyes again but he didn’t care. It was worth it.


The End.