Trifextra Week 103
A perfect nude female form glowed from the blackboard. The whole class sat in rapt anticipation of the onslaught.
She scanned poor Tim's face for malice. Putting down the biology text, she said "That wasn't what I meant".
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February 26, 2014
Anatomy
Trifextra Week 103
A perfect nude female form glowed from the blackboard. The whole class sat in rapt anticipation of the onslaught.
She scanned poor Tim's face for malice. Putting down the biology text, she said "That wasn't what I meant".
October 18, 2013
Mamma needs a night lamp
Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.” We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character) -
Mine is the night. I can't sleep if I am alone. I keep a bible near my hand all night. Unknown, unexplained there roams something in the spaces between the darkness and light.
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Afraid of the dark, soundless nighttime,
Of the undead, dead and living
Spirits swaying along dim passages
Terrified of evil beings
Seeing the malice within me
Claiming me along its path of gore.
October 16, 2013
Food of Love
We have 99 words to add on any word of our choice. I chose Bach.
She slowly dried her eyes. She wondered why the tears
still hurt. She was used to his need of humiliating her in front of his friends
and family. Was she not worth any respect or care? She tried to remember the
good times. She could not let the bitterness invade. He was so good in many other
ways but he seemed impervious to her pain.
The door opened and
he glided in. He sat near her. Her eyes searched for remorse. His mouth came down hard on her lips. She
retched within and drowned herself in the Bach crescendo.September 21, 2013
1947- August 15
I would like to travel back to the day India was declared
an independent nation. Every time I read Jawaharlal Nehru’s “Tryst with Destiny”
speech which he delivered on the midnight of Aug 14, 1947 as India woke into
liberty, I am filled with awe. Moving the ordinary man to believe he has a part
in the glorious dream. I can imagine how they rejoiced. How powerful they felt.
I want to feel that pulse. The blood throbbing exhilaration on an amazing
victory over the empire where the sun never set. Dancing away, not a shred of
doubt that anything was ever going to go wrong.
1947- August 15
To feel the first breaths of a newly born nation
Fearless to seize a glorious future!
A star rises in the East.
All hearts beating as one,
Promising to never betray this dream.
September 19, 2013
Daffodils and dreams
This week’s word in the spotlight is rainbow. What a
beautiful thing to write about but we have to use the third definition which is
an illusory goal or dream. Much like the one I have about winning a Trifecta
challenge.
1:
an arc or circle that exhibits in concentric bands the colors of the spectrum
and that is formed opposite the sun by the refraction and reflection of the
sun's rays in raindrops, spray, or mist
2a :
a multicolored array
3[from
the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said
to be buried] : an illusory goal or
hope
There were days when she woke up and fear gripped her. But
she dragged herself up and pushed on to the day care center. There were cranky colicky
babies and tantrum throwing toddlers. Unlimited chaos. Havoc spewing monsters. She
needed the money. She had come into the city with hopes of being a scriptwriter.
She had huge volumes of her marvelous stories. Rejection after rejection piled
up and started blocking her source of creativity. She began to feel numb and
words stopped tumbling out of her soul.
Today was no different. Like a moving mannequin she
walked towards Daffodils filled with
cute looking imps. The huge yellow plastic blossoms seemed to mock her. We are
more Daffodils than you are a writer. She turned her head away.
She always wanted to write a movie script. There was no
doubt in her heart until now. Maybe I should go back to college and get some
professional degree, she realized with a shudder. She shook it off and tried to
breathe in some fresh morning air. Someone had puked in the front yard, she gasped.
Placing her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from the same fate she ran
inside.
Hot tears stung
her eyes. She started quivering with uncontrollable sobs. Everything she was so
sure of started crumbling around her in that minute. I am not a writer. What would
life be without passion, she agonized. Doing some job just to survive, to pay
bills. All what she fought for was coming to naught. Fiery speeches she made
about living true to your calling rose up like ghosts with a vengeance and tangoed
around her.
Suddenly her phone jingled. Although she wanted to dash
it on the wall with hideously painted daffodils, she answered it.
“Miss. Thomas, I
am calling from the YRH studios. We would like a meeting with you regarding a
script you have presented.”
She was no longer chasing the rainbow.
September 14, 2013
Radical shopping.
Shopping in 2030! Roughly sixteen years from now, how will our lives be? The question triggers a thought, will I even be alive? What ever those answers are, technology is surely going to advance. Our lives will be enhanced with new gadgets, which make our chores simpler. Would girls ever think of shopping as a chore? I guess not. We could go on hunting for that perfect shoe or dress. Which would have no flaws and would simply delight us.
Malls will not be going away for sure as it is a fun way to engage
in group retail therapy. Also we do need a bit of human interaction, feeling
the texture, taking in the smells and soaking in the hues.
I can see some grocery shopping tasks getting revitalized in
2030. Kitchen cabinets with sensors to monitor the level of supplies. It could
also monitor and alert if any thing goes stale or moldy. A screen would be placed on the wall listing
critical levels and seeking confirmation for placing grocery orders.
I personally like grocery shopping at DMart but I am finding
the crowd getting bigger each day. It’s a hassle pushing the shopping cart
through aisles flooded with people and then carrying them back home. It would
be welcome if we could do away with the store visits. It may also help in
keeping the grocery stocks in good hygienic conditions.
We should also voice recognition shopping lists. As I cook I
can just talk to it and store my wish list of anything at all. It would crawl all
over the web and bring back good deals.
Web applications to try out clothes and accessories would be
radical. I could just try it online. I am guessing it would be all holograms
and I could just upload my hologram.
It would be a virtual trying out experience in which I can see the fitting on my hologram.
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I t would be cool to have web apps to
choose a good glam shoe which would advise us on the health effects also. We could upload our foot holograms which also
take into consideration our weight, leg shape and then when we choose stilettos
or wedges, we could make an informed selection.
Nothing more uplifting than trying shoes and clothes, virtually in the comfort of home !!
How ever the scene transforms, we are still going to love shopping.
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West Harbor
Land born of unadulterated ideas
Drawings, paintings with no contours
Where I imagined up explorations, romances
Baffling the mere mortals
Far from you, lost I am
The fabric of my visions,
Torn away.
A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.
Heinrich Lausberg notes that "second audiences" for apostrophe may include "the opponent in court; absent persons, living or dead; things (fatherland, laws, wounds, etc.)" (Handbook of Literary Rhetoric, 1973; trans. 1998).
For someone like me this challenge was intriguing. I love learning new facets of the language since I have no recognition of any figure of speech or any other technicalities. Thank you Trifecta for just being out there!
West Harbor was my solace from the torrents of school life. Academics were supremely stressed in the small town I grew up in. Having a genius sister and achievers for neighbors didn’t help. I was happy drawing and painting and jotting down poems and tales which made no sense to my parents or teachers. I called my room West Harbor and conjured up all sorts of grand quests.
Somewhere down the line, I jumped on the band wagon and left West Harbor behind.
September 12, 2013
Glowing
This week's word is mask.
And the third definition of mask which we have to use in our write up is -
I loved the many ideas I toyed with for writing my piece. Diseases, fire, bio hazards, death all loomed around. But I finally found my story in a face pack.
Glowing
He smoothened the green creamy layer on his face with
gentle circular movements. She watched in fascination. Emptying the dish onto
his neck, he thrust it to her and squeaked “I am done”. As she carried the dish
to the sink she thought about using the mixture on herself. She shook her head
and rinsed the dish out. Reading her mind he asked “Why don’t you try it?” She smiled
wryly. “Come on, let us do this
together, we are man and wife, let us do stuff together...” he stressed on the
last part and giggled. He quickly sprang into action to whip up the concoction.
He produced a scarf for hair and pulled it back. Then he applied the green mask
of magic on her face.
She giggled. “Shsh….don’t jerk your pretty head.” He
hushed her.
“Didn’t I tell you we would make an amazing couple?” he reminded.
“Yes, you did and I completely agree. All I want is a friend like you. Not a man who needs me to feel like one.” Tears welled up out of nowhere.
“Hey, I am man too baby but ….” he swayed around and did a jig.
“Yes but I fear I am holding you back”
“No you aren’t. You are protecting my family from disgrace.”
“And you are protecting mine too.”
“Yes, so let us put on these masks of marriage and be happy in our own friendship. The day you find true love, you are free”
“I doubt that I will ever trust a guy again but I hope you find your guy.”
He smiled.“You will too dear. Some straight men do have golden
hearts.”
“Yes, metallic hearts …the wife is the one to crush…all for his glory and pleasure.”
She raised her hands animatedly.
He put his arms around her and tried to pacify her.
“All that’s over, now walk away from it before it
destroys your day.’
Gratefully, she smiled and hugged him tight.
September 07, 2013
Bound and beautiful
This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is to comeup with 30
words to decorate the 3 words given “Tether, Loft, Crown”
I have conjured up a melancholy princess living up to the beautiful image of royalty while her own little desires are drying up somewhere.
Bejeweled crown adorns my head
Is but a tether on my heart
Aimless wandering I crave
I smile, wave
Cringing within, put on a show
Locked in a secret loft
Dreams fade away.
September 04, 2013
Aroma Land
I would love an air freshener that would create an aroma of chocolate cake or cookies just baking in the oven. That is the air I want at home…something naturally mouthwatering…something that triggers an appetite. I want my home to smell delicious. That would generate an image of me as a supreme cook which I really am not much. Whining from my elder son pushes me into any little baking I do. The faces I see on my dinner table make me want a magic wand that would transform sad little faces into those bursting with eagerness to devour veggies. A magic aroma creator! From the Aroma land where all magical smells put you under a spell!
Nostalgic memories of my mother’s chocolate cakes put me in a dilemma. The whole process of all those yummy treats being made. It was pure excitement, peeking over the kitchen door to check if they were ready, licking the bowls in which she made the mix. I guess I am still not qualified to be an adult as I pine for those little relishes.
Then there were those flowers from the garden…roses and jasmine and so forth. What fragrances will my home have? How can you smell love and warmth? Are all moms expected to dish out delicacies to prove love and affection? I am not a bad cook, just someone who loves food but can’t be bothered with all the planning and measuring and the patient preparation. I can put myself up for the rigorous trial once in a while and that too because I do love them infinitely to over come my own natural inclinations.
I remember the smell of the hair oil my mother prepared. She put
tulsi leaves and flowers (maybe there were more ingredients) into coconut oil and heated it gently.
While it was still warm she massaged it onto our hair. It was a gossip time, an all girls event. The coconut oil was also home made….mill made…we dried the
coconuts on the terrace and sent it off to the mill for grinding. All so
natural and still very common in most home in Kerala. 
Aahh the air of Kerala! The smells near the sea..I mean
the actual smells of fresh fish in baskets which line all the markets. All the
boats near the sea loaded with fish. When you are driving by the market or the
bridge over the sea you get a noseful and you realize the sea is just a whiff
away. Not a fragrant image but it is a very dear smell to me. Driving to my
father’s home to visit grandparents and cousins, the first smells of fish and
sea bore the message that we were getting nearer. The golden beaches laced with
coconut trees and wooden boats used by local fishermen. The vast fishing nets
drying or mending, sprawled across the sand. The distinct odor of brine.
The sand never left your clothes. It hid in the pockets of jeans
and shirts. For days after the vacation we would still have a piece of the
beach.
Just when the school was ready to open doors after the summer
siesta, the rain dance began as if on cue. We always walked drenched to school.
Enjoying our new umbrellas and splashing in the puddles. As a parent now I can
imagine what my parents would have felt about our frolicking in the monsoons.
That is a dear memory…the smell of the first rain drops kissing the parched earth. Losing itself into the thirst of the ground. There was a stab of pain in it. Always reminded the holidays were over. Time was leaping ahead into the next school year. Few apprehensions. New faces. New wars. Even now when the first rain falls I feel all melancholic. As though the curtain has fallen on some great event.
That is a dear memory…the smell of the first rain drops kissing the parched earth. Losing itself into the thirst of the ground. There was a stab of pain in it. Always reminded the holidays were over. Time was leaping ahead into the next school year. Few apprehensions. New faces. New wars. Even now when the first rain falls I feel all melancholic. As though the curtain has fallen on some great event.
Can those smells be captured in a can? Mood creators? Customize
your room’s air according to the mood setting you desire. That is something I should do. Try to get everyone's nose tuned for goodness. I use air fresheners mostly
to hide the odors at home.. the puke vapors of my son….the traces of the potty
accident of my toddler.
One day my husband and his friend were having a little Bacardi
blast of their own…me and little ones were enjoying their jokes and sipping
away the Pepsi and digging into the KFC delights when rang the door bell. We
were all in the terrace and I swayed down to the front door humming like a
pretend drunk. Bless the peep hole inventor…I see our parish vicar with a
divine radiance. He wanted to maybe a share an evening with his most beloved
sheep and lambs. If only he saw the wolves within….
I knew that we could just shut the terrace door and chew on some
breath fresheners but the air was heavy with the Bacardi breeze. I ran on tip
toes to the washroom and retrieved some jasmine air freshener gifted by some relative
living in Dubai. By the time I opened the door, we were all coughing and
gasping for oxygen. Needless to say Father Joseph choked too. The air had some
rich jasmine scent but very little oxygen. You couldn't say it freshened the air
in the least. Yes, it disguised the air and yes it proved without any trace of
doubt that the air was indeed disguised.
Though Father Jospeh was quite gracious as a guest I am sure he
used this incident to enthrall his audience during Sunday sermons on how he
stumbled upon some wicked wolves in sheepskin dipped in jasmine perfume.
A room freshener should revive the air, give you a positive charge up. It
should transform the depressive fog into frivolous zephyr.
I have made my AmbiPur Hawaiian Flowers feel home with my favorite teddies the Paddington bear from UK and Aenjubelle who accompanied me from my parents home. to this home that I make. My boys don’t ever look at those teddies unless they want some bumps for their bikes. It is a perfect spot for something I really need in my home.
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