Oh! NYC. Like you there is no other.
The myriad images of the myriad days and nights and seasons and spaces and all those magical districts and places, the eateries, the faces, the streets, the retreats, what’s not to love, New York, New York?!
Veenu Banga
10:08 pm
25/07/2023
Vandami Namansami Samanijis. Charan Vandana at your lotus feet.
Looking South, the night sky was so clearly blue. Even right now, the blue persists. It’s also a very clear night sky, just the deep blue velvet, not a cloud in sight. The stars however, are having a great time. Very active, as if serious, but animated conversations are taking place. What a joy to witness this sight tonight.
Earlier, Mars, clearly shining gold, sat beneath another star. I couldn’t tell which one. Sky Guide no longer works they way it did. The search works though and I could search for the ISS.
The nice thing about keeping this record is that when I look back and read my posts, I can relive the moments. Whoever disagrees, is missing out on buying more time, or rather extending joy.
Well, that’s that, after a long time. With so much written just on the pages of my mind, my mind must have said, enough. Go write woman, your iPad calls. Nice to know, that it’s not the just vast open sky, something here on earth calls out to me too. Even if it’s a trusty old iPad.
Veenu Banga
11:26pm.
February 26th 2023.
She would have been 100 today. My dear precious, beloved Mother.
What can we give to our parents, who gave us life? It’s a futile attempt. We pine for them for our sakes not theirs. My mother, her mother and her father before her, her father, and his father and mother before him, their siblings, their grandparents and great grandparents, and the whole lineage before them, how far back do we go?
In my mothers face, and in me from all that I was given by my ancestors, they rest. To nurture my soul, for we all but soul connections, is to nurture my lineage. When words don’t come to the rescue, just a humble gratitude, a wish and a prayer, may I again be my mother’s daughter.
Happy 100th Birthday dearest Mummy!
Are we not all connected? My first post of the year, celebrating my mother, and the ancestors before her.
January 8th. 2023.
1:27am.
Au Revoir, Eddie
You’ve been good to me, as I’m on my way
I’ll be off road, for some days, I’ll be away.
So many sighting last night, you thrill me.
Today, now 11 minutes in I’ve already counted three.
We don’t judge Eddie, the ilk of you and I
Unlike those who ride us, always projecting
Their contaminated minds on to other.
We don’t judge. That’s what I like about us.
Function before form, that’s the norm
That you and I and others of our ilk, understand.
We don’t discriminate against, color or conduct,
Knowing how we conduct ourselves is to suit the job at hand.
Having said that, Eddie; do you wonder, like I do,
If our Spirits align, like mine does with you?
Of all the others that traverse the road we share,
Why is that it’s only your presence excites me,
For the others my levels of affinity, are not the same,
Even though we traverse sometimes shoulder to shoulder
Perhaps sometimes to a common destination
Sometimes, to perhaps never meet again.
Now again this crack of dawn, we passed side by side. You were a bit slower,
Responsible as you always are.
You know Eddie, the other thing I like about us?
No pain or defeat in our gaze, no sense of confusion in our eyes,
Unlike the Spirit of those who we carry, more my kind than yours,
We don’t have the convoluted sense or non sense of identity.
See you in the Spring Eddie, I’ll stay behind, but my humans lift off
For a few days to warmer climes.
What a glorious couple of days, the sun shine brightly,
With minus two below, the overnight activity of making ice,
Left its mark everywhere.
At 10:30 am, with the sun still quite high,
What a display of twinkling, winking diamonds
In no rush to go on and about. They twinkle and wink from every surface
Before they will melt away, give way to day.
Au Revoir then, Eddie we’ll meet in Spring.
Till then, be well, and safe wherever you come and go.
Don’t forget, to get your snow tires.
Your friend, Mercedes E 220D
and Veenu
12/08/2022
9:32 am
I’m sorry there’s too many pesticides,
And why people have no clue,
It’s not too hard, and why it’s best
The right thing we do!
Busy Bee, you know hard it was for me,
To get this off the ground,
Every thing grows more complex each day,
Wish things would turn around.
And folks would be more down to earth,
Appreciate you, Busy Bee, and
Understand your true worth?
I hope this will make a teeny tiny difference,
When they read what has been said about you,
And your friends in the gardens,
So here it, my little offering, without further ado!
Veenu Banga
12/05/2022
12:45 am.
Time goes away, memory brings it back, round snd round, we go in circles. I thought it was yesterday, but did not feel it. My body, soul and spirit know better. It was today, and I felt it. The sadness, the tears, though far lessened, still flow easily when I miss her. Sometimes, when I think of her bravery, her fierce zest for life, I’m amazed.
Climbing the St. Augustine lighthouse, at age 80! Insisting on using the stairs in their building, from the top third and fourth floor penthouse, in Hyderabad. Always. When the driver would come to take her out, even if he took the lift, she took the stairs.
She was far from perfect. My dear beloved mother. But she was all I had, and with her passing, I became an orphan. Something I did not realize then.
However, I’m far from alone. Any child, every child must but have strong emotions with regards to a parent. Whatever that may be. I can say that I was blessed, but for her, I would not have been given the opportunities that I did.
Just as we, as parents, are prone to err, she may have made mistakes, except I see none. I am amazed at her grit. In 39 minutes, this day will be over. Another year will start afresh, counting down the time.
To my mother, grandmother and grandfather, and to all our ancestors before them, my humble obeisance. I live this day because you came before me. My children are here, because you did all things right. Why does one feel, that we don’t do justice to our ancestors? I wonder, if you all, my ancestors, felt the same in your lifetime?
Never a moment when I do not look back in gratitude and adoration. Of you.
Your ever loving daughter,
Veenu
10/16/202211:26 pm
