Thursday, February 13, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day my darling

I am off sick with a sore throat and painful ears, but I can't resist you
Your magnetism acts like a pain killer
and numbs my pain.

I dig into your soul-
you stamp your mark
on me.

My finger nails and toes gather evidence of our rendezvous.
The phone alarm jars me
into reality.
How can time fly so quickly when I'm with you?

My husband will be home soon.
There's dinner to be cooked
Laundry to be folded
Heck...I haven't even said 'hello' to the kids!

You are destroying my 'normal'.
But I don't want 'normal'!
I want you-
All the time.

If I could, I would spend my life with you.
In you-
Around you.

You don't use words.
I don't need any.

Words can be hurtful and mean.
Misleading.
Feigning love.

You say it with flowers-
Flowers are flawless.
You get it...he doesn't!

The challenge was to keep our relationship going
When I moved
from rainy London to dry Doha

But we survived
You and me

I am in Bliss
and so are you
I know

Happy Valentine's Day
my darling
my garden
my yard
my patch of sanity
my joy
my pick- me -up
my pride
my cause of shoulder pain
and dirty nails
my reason to show off
my constant companion.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to you all, too. Hope this day is filled with love and that you get to do whatever it is that makes you forget yourself.
Here are some clicks of flowers that are in bloom from 
my little patch of green in Doha:


To let ...

Aloe Vera in bloom

Not just a pretty face...there's substance, too. Limes.

Curry leaves trying to hide the mop, BUT!

Rosemary, violas and pansies.

The mulberry tree...hopefully, these berries will be sweet.
It's called 'shehtoot' in India and 'toot' in Doha.



As you can see, the gardening season is in full swing in Doha. My garden keeps me away from blogging but I'm not complaining. I hope to post some more pics of a few projects that are brewing at the moment, soon. 
Inshallah!








Saturday, January 25, 2014

Fifty shades of blue


Intrigued?  

First of all...Happy 2014 everyone!

This  year has started off with a whirl of activity for me- friends, travel, gardening, yoga, work, a 10K and so much more that I feel blessed and grateful.
This has also meant that I've had no time to update my blog. I missed it. 
After a long gap I have sat down today - on a sunny Saturday morning to write again.

As I was going through my clicks of Georgia, I was struck by how many different shades of blue I had captured. So I decided to share some of them with you.
 Here we go...let's paint the town blue...


Freedom Square, Tbilisi


The pale blue sky peeped through the trees...

and the vines laden with fruit clung to the balcony.

More blue hanging from balconies as we made our way to the
Dry Bridge Market.
Enjoyed breakfast in blue pottery...

sitting cross from the Lady in blue ...
on Rustaveli Avenue.


We spotted this blue poetry while we were walking towards Mtatsminda; only if the car wasn't parked there.


And it wasn't ...when we made our way back.

The topsy turvy world of  Mtatsminda Park.
Surrealism and blue (Mtatsminda Park)


Stopped for lunch in the Old Town (Altstadt)...



I'm sure a better photographer would have done justice to this unique opportunity- I love the gentleman's expression, his cat and the art behind him...all on the street.

Isn't this blue just stunning with the grey?

The Bridge of Peace hugging the Kura River.

'Blue bells' on Jvari Monastry
Jvari Monastery stands on the rocky mountaintop at the confluence of the Mtkvari and Aragvi rivers, overlooking the town of Mtskheta, which was formerly the capital of the Kingdom of Iberiahttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jvari_(monastery)
Jvari Monastry and the blue jumper.


Items for sale outside Jvari.

And here I end my posts on Georgia. It has taken me much longer than planned- life took over!






Tuesday, December 17, 2013

David's lunch (trip to Tbilisi- part 2)


The sun shone. The sky sparkled it's blue smile. He met us in the lobby and gave me a coy grin. I had a feeling that this trip from Tbilisi to Tazbegi would be an enjoyable one.

But, there was one slight problem...he didn't know much English and my Georgian was limited to:
'Didi Madloba'- thank you.

We put our seatbelts on and settled for a day of adventure on the road. He offered us chewing gum. We declined politely.

The road stretched  in front of us sans traffic.

The colours of Georgia played 'rangrez'  - colouring my soul. The autumnal concert of oranges, russets, yellows and ochres rang out a symphony so beautiful, I can still hear the melody when I close my eyes.

Suddenly, he stopped.

The place looked deserted. My Indian instinct kicked in. What's going on?

He came back loaded with bread- fresh from the oven.

"Puri", he said..handed one to my husband and one to me to share...it was delicious-  like salty sour bread. All those images from my childhood (when the USSR and India were close political 'friends') of heavily braided Russian girls offering salt and bread to Indian visitors came alive.

We drove on.

We stocked up on hard boiled candies and gummy bears at a store called 'Smart' in  Gudauri. He liked gummy bears.

The rattling road and the steep climb from Kazbegi town to Gergeti Trinity Church earned my husband and I some street credit in our teenage children's eyes. For the duration of the climb, at least, we were cool. The 4X4 was rocking like a cradle to the rhythm of the rough road- scary and exhilarating.

Gergeti Trinity Church had the serenity of a spiritual place where many have come in the past to connect with the spirit of the universe. My daughter and I had to wear skirts and scarves to enter. We lit candles and stepped out feeling light with love and heavy with happiness.

'India'? 'Christian'? asked a rosy cheeked, robust looking Georgian grandmother as we were hurtling down the hill and she was climbing up.

Almost involuntarily, I nodded yes to both her questions.

Her face broadened into a beaming smile and she gave me a look that said- God Bless you. I think we communicated in the 'universal language of love' that Paulo Coelho talks about in 'The Alchemist'.
Religion, gender, age, nationality- became redundant.

If time had been no object, I would have stayed on for much longer but hunger kicked in.

We were all set to find a restaurant to eat when he parked the car in a sort of a car park. Imagine a patch of plane treees with healthy looking cows grazing and a flock of turkeys creating a lot of noise.

He got out of the car - opened the boot. There were quite a few bags with the 'Smart' logo on them in the boot. He dug out a sausage, used his swiss knife to cut it. My husband and I decided to look for a hot cup of coffee at a nearby kiosk while our children wandered towards the cows- the cutest amongst them was referred to as 'Daisy' by our daughter for the rest of our stay there.

He said something in Georgian which we didn't understand but we grinned and nodded anyway and carried on.

We came back to find our children chomping away on wholesome looking sandwiches- stuffed with meet and oozing ketchup.

"Russian ketchup is awesome, Mum." said my son.

David kept slicing the bread and the meat and fixed another mouth watering treat.

His sandwich was ready. He offered it to my husband who willingly accepted it. I offered to help.

As if by magic, a cut out plastic cup appeared in front of me (he had cut out the bottom of a  mineral water bottle to make it). He poured hot steaming coffee from his flask into it. He continued in Georgian and now I could comprehend his gestures. According to him, why would we want to waste our money on shop bought coffee when he had brought it from home for us?

I have no words to describe how good that lunch tasted. There we were- four Indians and one Georgian - standing among cows and turkeys, eating lunch from the back of  a car and basking in human kindness. Who needs language to communicate?

Yes, for me- David's lunch is the essence of Georgia.

Our children have become fans of Georgia. It only takes one person to be the ambassador of his people.

I wanted to share the kindness of  the Georgian people without the distrcation of it's natural beauty. So here are the pictures of our road trip with David as our guide who didn't need to speak our language, nor we his.

Ananuri Fortress

The church at Ananuri




David guided us down these steep steps....

to see the closed off church through a loose brick in the wall.

The view from the fortress wall.


The Zhinvali Reservoir

David stopped at a surphur spring on the way...it smelled like Sulphur Springs (Sahastradhara) in Dehradun.

On our way to Gudauri.

Gudauri turns into a ski resort in the winter months.






Sharing  puri with the animals of Gudauri



The rugged road to Gergeti Trinity Church

Gergeti Trinity Church- Mount Kazbegi in the background






camera shy Daisy
David's lunch:)
The autumnal concert...

If you are planning a trip to Georgia, David can be reached on davidi.datukishvili@gmail.com or via his facebook : daviddatukishvili. His number is +995 597 33 09 31.