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Good Morning from Scotland

Rannoch Moor. by Neil Cresswell
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Sunrise over Rannoch Moor. A myriad of lochans and pools interspersed with drumlins, roche moutonée, erratic boulders, islets and peaty bog. This vast, wet, boggy expanse indicates cataclysmic change. Not by humans. Not by animals. Not even by glaciers. (though several will have merged here, many times). No, it was by that thing that we are conditioned to think started in the 19th. century and still exists today….. Climate change. A very wet period drowned the native Scots Pine and this steaming bog is all that remains of a once vast forest. Here at sunrise, the mist rises, as the sun’s rays catch the peaks. A mystical, ancient, primeval, ethereal feeling catches one’s imagination. Rannoch Moor rarely fails to amaze and entrance!

DAY 3282

Jalsa, Mumbai                     Mar 22/23,  2017                    Wed/Thu 2:15 am




A birthday of Ef Sudhir Kulkarni .. Thursday the 23rd .. and may it bring happiness and great productivity for the immense work you undertake .. love from all the Ef


We sit in discussion of betterment and creativity and conditions of our state, or rather the state of mine .. we are mature and learned in our thoughts and we are precise and concise in our limited way, to decision .. decisions that shall improve our worth and our standing and our values ..

It is therefore quite surprising to find, the least, to be the most .. the ignorant to be the most revered .. and the disconnect between the maker and the audience to be as pronounced ..

Gloom has myriad ways of dispersing the dark clouds of anxiety and grief .. they are indeed the same end of the coin .. but if the two coexist, along with the reality of the moment, then shall there be a tangential discord .. not of very great presence, but there all the same ..


Jo beet gayi so baat gayi  …


What has gone has indeed gone .. its lamentation doth not reappear in form or substance .. it may never reappear too .. but then that is the gamble ..

There is strong and definitive inputs and desire to bring to the world the works of my Father .. many prominent publishers seek audience to reprint, to re dress, to modernise and in effect dress up the moment again .. i shall consider ..!!

Posterity shall never compare the strength of my Father’s writing .. his points of relevance and how he reached the final version of it .. but as the next generation after him, I do owe him a safe journey beyond which he may seek solace in its execution ..

And so to the generation that shall with hope, read and understand his works, to a presentation that is alluring as well as indulgent, it shall pave a path that shall make for better presence .. better availability to the next that have no inkling of what poetry means .. !!

That age of large, very large, consumers of the verse, written by the mountainous personalities of them that lived and spent their time with us in our home - constrained though it may have been …

The tragedy of recitation then, to now, is the absence of record  .. the absence of the live committed audience .. their space their listening their keenness and eager strength .. ones that inspired the greats of the literary world to be present in large time sanctions .. and to add to the demands and expectations of that silent majority - the masses, the audience …

But in effort shall there be change .. to compile to construct to design to present in ways that encompass the beauty of verse with the aura of the mass .. of that there has been effort and direction .. and hopefully, soon, after there has been sufficient consultation and management, to bring back that glory albeit in a form that shall be independent, aloof and personal  ..

This I strive for .. and lament the presence of the intrigue which haunts places of worship in and around us, connected to the essence of the written word .. not mine but my Father’s, in the decibels that ring with mine ..

That world of the past has to be recreated and brought back .. for, the next generation shall be ignorant of its bearings and worth … 

We cannot allow the liberated writings of such immense genius to go unnoticed and unknown  ..

Of that there shall be strife and commitment .. labour and effort .. belief and bearing .. understanding in explanation, and then the understanding of its value .. of this there must be a seeking .. a seeking from them that look upon such with idiocy ..

For, a day shall come when those adjectives shall have value only to further propel the designer the reader the composer the singer .. the poet ..

So help me God … !!!


Amitabh Bachchan

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(1)She breached the darkened room’s threshold as quietly as she could manage, holding down the knob until the heavy door sighed closed behind her. Once through, she allowed the handle to lift slowly, slowly, making the click of the engaging latch indiscernible from the myriad other sounds an archaic building of stone, plaster and wood makes as it settles in the night.

Mrs Potts had boasted the special tonic she’d fed him was strong enough to lay out a horse. But, the lord only knew how that potency would translate toward a half ton minotaur, not necessarily bound to the laws of nature. They’d wrapped the wounds with a poultice of healing herbs. All that could be done for him was done. Now his body needed rest to heal. Belle was determined that rest would go unhindered, but she was compelled to make sure it was sound.

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Cat's body language when speaking about Kara

We all know Cat doesn’t often act upon emotions or express her feelings, so it’s quite easy to isolate and analyze the moments where she does.

We had some scenes where Cat was speaking of the two persons she loves the most, her sons. In all of them, Calista goes with the same acting choice, looking up and around while expressing her deeper feelings and her vulnerability.

So we can say this how Cat acts when she is letting her guard down and speaking fondly about the people she really cares about.

And then, this is Cat every time she was emotional and/or very positive about Kara…

So it’s canon, expressed in Calista’s acting (and Calista is not a freshman actress) that Cat cares about Kara as much as she cares about her sons.
Kara is family to Cat.

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