And something else
Yoga challenges.
The old man went to yoga at 6.30 am on Wednesday only to discover start time had shifted to 6.00am
Doh
He went out today, saturday, up early at 5.00 so as not to mess up.
“I’m sitting in the yoga room all on my own, by 6.00 at 6.30 the receptionist comes in to say there no yoga as there’s a curfew. “
Double Doh
Back at home SB has already arrived due to the curfew and reminded me that we’d discussed it yesterday.
I give in, my idiocy evolves to decrepitude.
So why was the gym open?
Life is so confusing.
Shopping with a purpose
Don’t consider Tanuja and I to be sensible shoppers.
If our trip to the nursery is anything to go by, we’re the sort to go to the supermarket for staples and come back with puddings, the exotic rather than the plain, the icing while neglecting the cake.
We’ve got a great selection of flowers but our eyes were distracted by the shapely coloured and aromatic roses.
The problem is, as we knew, but didn’t care, they’re not a lot of use for the new Manjula’s garden in the park.
Why? you might ask.
Because people pick the flowers in the morning for their puja rituals.
So I thought I’d create a mini rose garden inside our gate.
I wish I’d done it for Manjula a few years ago as she would have loved it.
I started writing this post in a light-hearted jokiness way, only to realise this…..
Clearly these people haven’t any thought that the flowers are there for the enjoyment of all, rather than the selfish ritualistic needs of a few.
We’ve yet to plant out our flowers in Manjula’s garden and I seriously wonder if any of the flowers will survive, if I don’t employ a 24/7 guard.
It’s even worse with the roses in the next park. They are carefully nurtured by the gardeners but people go in and steal the whole plant.
We need some English old fashioned park signs ‘don’t pick the flowers.’
Another case for the missing dharma detective.
Mysore meandering again
Mysore’s magic continues to show itself in special ways.
lunch in Indra Paras Hotel where the owners and staff were happy to see me and surprised I’d been in Mysore all this time.
The hotel owner thought I’d put on weight, so I blamed the pandemic and not the cream cakes from Sapa. Might have to hit that on the head though.
MAnjula’ bench (no 4) at my favourite museum in the old House used by the British after the fourth war of Mysore in 1799. It’s-now complete with sleeping Buddha.
Our local shopkeeper wondered why I was so red, it’s hanging out in the park vaguely directing the garden creation, with very little actual work.
I found her
Exactly two years ago I appealed for Cinderella.
Manjula had some beautiful shoes but her feet were so tiny finding someone they would fit was a real challenge.
Well I’ve found another Cinderella, or at least a lovely young woman who also has teeny feet.
It’s so fitting (ha ha) that the artist who has connected so well with MAnjula and now painted two beautiful portraits should be the one to take her shoes.
I’m so pleased to find this happy solution.
Farrell Factoid
It’s taken two years as most Indian women don’t have such teeny feet.
My feet are also quite small at six and a half, not that anyone has ever offered me small shoes. 🤭
one wasn’t enough
At Christmas I gave myself a wonderful gift
It was such a characterful portrait of beautiful Manjula. The enigmatic artist knows MAnjula, connected and found her spirit.
I just had to have another.
I may seem greedy but I just can’t get enough of MAnjula (you may have worked that out) and especially how Priyanka brings out many facets of my beautiful wife.
There’s even more significant detail to explore in this one.
P was guided by a photograph from shortly after we were engaged in 2015
Now where can I hang her?
Another day in the park
Englishman and auto rickshaw drivers?
Who and what?
That might relate to a day in the park.
Wood, frame, saw, lecturer, helpful students. What could it be?
Another is, it would have been Manjula’s 48th birthday on the 21st August
Who….
Invented zero?
As usual, nothing is straightforward but I turn again to the wonderful Maria Popova and her illuminating brain pickings.
So was it India?
Plus which great books can you find when following the link, that are available in Manjula’s Library?
A day in the park
Preparing the ground for a project in the park opposite our house at Mysore Bed and Breakfast.
Satish MyCycle Director and project manager recruited the team and supervised the work without getting his hands dirty.
Even the monkeys were entertained but not by my stories.
Planting next week with the advice of Tanuja and the gardeners.
It’s all for you know who…
Me and MYCycle 