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Grown from such a sweet small flower
Tiny toes, tiny fingers
Trapped in the hot light of an incubator
all three pounds fourteen ounces
of baby in your tiny hospital gown
so tiny and so frail

 

Christina, Christina
My little Thumbelina

 

Lying in your walnut shell cradle
Rocked by hands of hopeful love
the pain your tiny teardrops tore
into my heart and into yours

 

You were such a small newborn child
too soon from your mother’s womb
Too far from your father

 

But Christiana, Christina
you’ll always be my Thumbelina

 

Born from the earth
you unfurled like a flower
the stubborn seed still within you

 

You were such a stubborn one
You wandered with the wayward winds
Got captured by some demon toad
Who held you in his dungeon dark
Cold, weary, wanting more

 

After a summer of warm simple Sundays
when fall had drained their light to dusk
sultry winter made you bitter
and the ivy poisoned dew drops
suffocated your love torn leaves

 

II.
When I was young, I was weak
But when I was weak I rose up strong
Though I was never the invincible oak
That cracks the unforgiving stone

 

I Was Much the Same as You:

 

Endless streets I walked alone
Waiting for buses that never would arrive
Glimpsing mirages of the warm, the safe and the dry
those people born to live life large and free

 

So happy in their busy bustle, soaring
in their red painted sleighs and holiday hustle

 

Did you dream of your faithful prince –
With his dozen white roses,
Red lip-Stick kisses?

 

Still you knew those dreams were mere candy
for other children, the children of another promise
so wholly complete and winter worn.

 

My life has always seemed to me a partial ellipses’

 

III.
I wonder how many times you cried
how many times you died inside
who sent you into the winds of time
while the world was happy, doing fine.

 

The past is just a bubble now
Pursuing you, a relentless streaming dream
just one strained ticking of tensile time
we know giants existed then;
they fell upon us with their swords

 

IV.
So Christina, my Thumbelina
Lean forward and hold my arm

 

Together we will flee all those monsters
only the cold fog and darkness sees
we’ll put an end to all our despairs
all our miseries

 

And one day we will see our Lord
His wholly light, mystical mercies,
His wonderful worth

 

Look below us where his angels fly
a soft cushioned cloud to lift us up into
the ether as rear guard beings behind us fly
Flashing hope from angel’s eyes

 

Their solid swords stretched out to swing
and turn to dust all demon beings
at our Lord’s command.
He does all of this

 

For us.

 

V.
Christina, Christina,
My little Thumbelina

 

I saw you once, a pretty song
Faithful from your lips this song flew
No blue-bird, meadowlark or Robyn’s
Chirp rose higher or as true

 

Blessed, so blessed I was by you

 

I watched you put Christ’s words to memory
from some simple notes on a sheet
But then you switched to singing rock-n-roll
I had to watch that goodness go

 

VI.
Christina, Christina,
My little Thumbelina

 

Soul so long searching
for your flower fellowshipping prince

 

Our Lord lifts high the humbled weak
Undrugs their mind from Satan’s sleep
He put you in my mother’s care
she shared with her a certain strength

 

The strength of God
I saw it in you

 

I saw the light of her brown eyes
Glow in yours, a holy blue
her smile found your fearful face
And while in His presence
you seemed whole again,
Romantic and renewed

radically

 

I WONDER:

 

Did her strength stay in your soul
when darkness drug your body low?

 

Did her prayers struggle in the dust
help you repel the heavy “MUST”?

 

That foreboding LAW
that deigned to dam you to an early grave
Held you heavy in unhallowed ground
where whispers swore out, “grace is dead”!
And pushed you
with its heavy
Lead

 

Down?

 

VII.
Was it my mother’s persistent prayers
that bore up your soul, lifted you
From Earthly fears?
As your enemies taunted
you lay below them bathed in tears,
so tight and strained
you were subdued

 

Oh, you could never ever be
this bride that stands in front of me

 

VII.
Christina, Christina
My little darling Thumbelina

 

Now your light glows with such peace
Aurora borealis’ magnetic grace

 

Your parents’ prayers, uncles, aunts
Grandparents, all those people past
Who watched a tiny darling girl
Fistfuls of fingers, wiggling toes
And sent a word or two to Heaven

 

More words probably than you know

 

Now how bright with peace you shine
A hallowed hail of hope divine
As one Christina and Shawn will share
In a vast eternal fairy tale
Ethereal dream

 

We know not where our futures go
they spread like colors in a stream
they cannot be fully finally fathomed
But will always soon be seen

 

Like Shawn, who now holds your hand
your prince who bears your flowers now
He’s prayed for you to be found

 

And you’ve received a pair of wings
to fly with him to where Christians sing

 

VIII.
Maia, nurturer, Angel of Mercy:

Grab tight the wrists of all who need you now
Grip with all your stubborn might
go now, save all whom He sent you to save

 

Then together, Christina
You and Shawn will fly…

 

Your father,

 

Dad V
Standeford

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conceded, not everyone is a writer.

but one is always a reader, listener,viewer,often a participant or a narrator or a translator.

the writer uses certain LOCATIONS and SETTINGS to great advantage, to create the right effect.

shall we, in this introductory piece , talk about NIGHT AND RAINFALL as a very powerful setting.

no need to read on if you can simply close your eyes and revisit several scenes from an old Hindi film :
DHUND ( Danny, Manoj Kumar,Zeenat Aman )

see, the POWER of the setting is such that even today, after a lapse of some three decades, I am able to recall one out of many films I watched and also remember the cast.

Manoj Kumar coming in , to the huge residence of Danny, claiming a car breakdown for unannounced entry, his successful performance of a MURDER, his getaway…..all these have been bathed in all darkness and rainfall, with lightning creating special audio visual effects.

you may choose any more recent film, several horror stories, Agatha Cristie’s novels, murder mysteries, yet the IMAGERY of Dhund stays on with me and I might use it as an illustration.

Night produces the MYSTIQUE , so very needed in the plot. It makes recognition difficult, adding to the element of suspense and surprise.

all the attention of the film goer is riveted to the faint outlines,
there is no conversation, pin drop silence in the hall is almost
palpable….

and, then, suddenly there would be a creepy and shadowed movement of figures,

the assault weapon is almost invisible, save for the occasional glint of the knife blade or the revolver barrel,

creaking open of doors adds to the EERINESS.

the attacker and the victim are deliberately BUFFED OUT .
It is only when the final strike comes that faces and figures are seen clearly.

the director has ensured all your attention, the silence makes screen sounds more pronounced and ominous, the sudden sound of a pistol shot is heavily underlined, the NATURAL DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT helps the director in ensuring all concentration, he may deliberately add more shadowy areas for further effect….

all in all, you are simply led down the garden path and you are happily eating off his palm !

The night sounds, cicadas and crickets playing their sonorous background music :

the ominous screech of an owl,wind blowing in the trees and the rustle of leaves and dry grass ;

distant sounds of wolves and jackals, if the location is near a FOREST or in the COUNTRYSIDE ;

all these add to the eeriness of the situation and the director’s PLOT of keeping you on tenterhooks is ensured and executed perfectly !

some NIGHT SOUNDS too come in to magnify the suspense.

screeching of an owl , eerie in itself, adds to the net outcome

distant howls of night animals like wolves,jackals,hyenas are also captured if the location is near a forest or in the countryside. These make the overall effect yet more acute.

LIGHTNING is a favourite of the scheming and plotting director.

he brings them in at exactly the moment when they would add to the DRAMA.

lightning or the passing by of a train are used to MASK or
HIGHLIGHT the sound of the weapon : a pistol shot,
or accidental tripping of the assailant or the victim over furniture.

masking is only natural when the crucial event is just about to happen

enhancement or highlighting occurs when the crucial sound is set away from the BACKDROP of regular sounds.

so, the next time you go to the movies, choose a NIGHT SHOW for a murder mystery….. suspense is in the air and the stage is all set to get you your buck’s worth !

buy popcorns or chips but most likely you will be biting your nails more than nibbling these short eats !

take a seat in a box so that your partner and you are all alone to wallow in SUSPENSE.

if you don’t sleep well on getting back home, the director has done his job perfectly !

all this subtle and manifest imagery is put to best use by accomplished script writers,for, most suspense films are based on a novel !

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(c) dr a jindal md 11/11/2014
a j – ‘ the weaver ‘
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A SELF MADE MAN

Jan 31, 2015
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lotsa guys call me a ” a rich pops’
spoilt brat ”

Believe me, I am a totally self – made man.

I counted all the money my father left me :
Myself

I travelled to London to select the Post Box Red Porsche -
16 cylinder :
Myself

I picked up the best landscapist and made months’ discussions with him to chalk out my 120 acre farmhouse estate near Gurgaon :
Myself

I travel the World over to the classiest stores for my shopping :
Myself

I decided to quit studies after the 12th and not study anymore :
Myself

I planned to not join any job and party out every evening :
Myself

…….now whaddya think :

Spoilt Richie Rich
or
A Self Made Man ?
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(c) dr a jindal 26/01/2015
a j – ‘ the weaver’
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conceded, not everyone is a writer.

but one is always a reader, listener,viewer,often a participant or a narrator or a translator.

the writer uses certain LOCATIONS and SETTINGS to great advantage, to create the right effect.

shall we, in this introductory piece , talk about NIGHT AND RAINFALL as a very powerful setting.

no need to read on if you can simply close your eyes and revisit several scenes from an old Hindi film :
DHUND ( Danny, Manoj Kumar,Zeenat Aman )

see, the POWER of the setting is such that even today, after a lapse of some three decades, I am able to recall one out of many films I watched and also remember the cast.

Manoj Kumar coming in , to the huge residence of Danny, claiming a car breakdown for unannounced entry, his successful performance of a MURDER, his getaway…..all these have been bathed in all darkness and rainfall, with lightning creating special audio visual effects.

you may choose any more recent film, several horror stories, Agatha Cristie’s novels, murder mysteries, yet the IMAGERY of Dhund stays on with me and I might use it as an illustration.

Night produces the MYSTIQUE , so very needed in the plot. It makes recognition difficult, adding to the element of suspense and surprise.

all the attention of the film goer is riveted to the faint outlines,
there is no conversation, pin drop silence in the hall is almost
palpable….

and, then, suddenly there would be a creepy and shadowed movement of figures,

the assault weapon is almost invisible, save for the occasional glint of the knife blade or the revolver barrel,

creaking open of doors adds to the EERINESS.

the attacker and the victim are deliberately BUFFED OUT .
It is only when the final strike comes that faces and figures are seen clearly.

the director has ensured all your attention, the silence makes screen sounds more pronounced and ominous, the sudden sound of a pistol shot is heavily underlined, the NATURAL DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT helps the director in ensuring all concentration, he may deliberately add more shadowy areas for further effect….

all in all, you are simply led down the garden path and you are happily eating off his palm !

The night sounds, cicadas and crickets playing their sonorous background music :

the ominous screech of an owl,wind blowing in the trees and the rustle of leaves and dry grass ;

distant sounds of wolves and jackals, if the location is near a FOREST or in the COUNTRYSIDE ;

all these add to the eeriness of the situation and the director’s PLOT of keeping you on tenterhooks is ensured and executed perfectly !

some NIGHT SOUNDS too come in to magnify the suspense.

screeching of an owl , eerie in itself, adds to the net outcome

distant howls of night animals like wolves,jackals,hyenas are also captured if the location is near a forest or in the countryside. These make the overall effect yet more acute.

LIGHTNING is a favourite of the scheming and plotting director.

he brings them in at exactly the moment when they would add to the DRAMA.

lightning or the passing by of a train are used to MASK or
HIGHLIGHT the sound of the weapon : a pistol shot,
or accidental tripping of the assailant or the victim over furniture.

masking is only natural when the crucial event is just about to happen

enhancement or highlighting occurs when the crucial sound is set away from the BACKDROP of regular sounds.

so, the next time you go to the movies, choose a NIGHT SHOW for a murder mystery….. suspense is in the air and the stage is all set to get you your buck’s worth !

buy popcorns or chips but most likely you will be biting your nails more than nibbling these short eats !

take a seat in a box so that your partner and you are all alone to wallow in SUSPENSE.

if you don’t sleep well on getting back home, the director has done his job perfectly !

all this subtle and manifest imagery is put to best use by accomplished script writers,for, most suspense films are based on a novel !

—————————————-
(c) dr a jindal md 11/11/2014
a j – ‘ the weaver ‘
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WHERE HAVE THEY GONE

Jan 31, 2015
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Look back some years , close your eyes and enjoy the tiny jungle sounds of these rivulets of nostalgia :

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THE DAILY ONE ACT PLAY

** little sparrows coming in hordes to your verandah with a faded blue clothed ‘ chik’,

the near soundless flutter of tiny wings and the tiny beaks hollering nearly silently for the
“daanas” you happily sprinkled,

watching their appetite and their fiery squabbles in starry eyed amazement

- all for a grain.

**hateful house lizards crouching on the ceiling,lying in wait for the evening’s next kill:

an unsuspecting small insect, a turquoise blue butterfly and the poor dirty brown moth

you overseeing the food tree and jungle rule

enacted all for You.

Your small world is a stage, many one act plays played for the distinguished:

THE CHILD IN YOU !

** the ever hungry and noisy slate grey – blue pigeons thumping noisily on the sloping red- brown tiled roof

their ever plaintive noise for kabootar daana you made Prem Bahadur run for to the dhaan mandi, since it was a few paise cheaper there.

” Look Mom, look….aaj to kamse kam hazaar aaye hain. ”

YOU AND YOUR EXCITED KILKARI !

while they made their next kill over yet another tiny seed.

** The picture postcard, almost painted, bright green parrots with the hooked red beak,

coming in dozens and settling in a straight line on the half broken, swinging telephone wire leading lazily from the nearest off- blue pole to somewhere within your estate

a tiny 700 square yards of 1/4 built up ill maintained patch of land -

THE WORLD FOR YOU -
THE OYSTER !

** Fireflies ( jugnoo was easier to pronounce ) flitting across the tiny
green patch

trying to make the dark night an early morning.

No worry they could’nt but surely added to your nightlife when you were just an ungainly lad of 14

YOUR FIRST NIGHT OUT !

** the lunch break in school.the mad scampering out to munch aloo -parantha soaked by a tiny oily raw mango piece.

The house Chef’s Daily Special-
aloo parantha with aam ka achaar !

YOU, THE GAUCHE. ADOLESCENT !

Breaking off a piece of the delicacy, tying a long thread saved from the last Sakranti, tossing the trap head high, the next dirty brown, sharp eyed eagle homing in and

YOU, THE GREATEST LEADER – taking her for a ride.

** then , of course, the smelly small insects coming in during rains,

crushing them to death and turning up your nose at the slightly sickening smell of death

YOU ,
THE CONQUERER OF THE WORLD

Alexander, the Greatest !

** the ever silent, ever croaking toads and frogs under the half broken piece of stone under the garden tap

** tiny, slow , slothful burgeoning snakes rumbling around in the water clogged lawns during rains – the Earthworms

** waiting eagerly to feed the next kaali gai ( black cow )

you holding onto the precious last day’s leftover roti and sickly sweet piece of gud ( jaggery )

In the entire day,s drama unfolding ritually daily and

YOU -
THE MASTER OF ALL YOU SURVEY !
Just look back and look again for them.

Part, the child in you has grown beyond childhood

And, part, they have been ravaged by climatic change, pollution, overcrowding in Cities that are too full to house you

forget the irrelevant animals and birds and insects

the ever increasing market pressure of insecticides and pesticides, the new breed of Pest Control services……

All in all , their visibility HAS dimished

Maybe our eyes have lost their childhood vision

Maybe they are not really needed.

I DON’t KNOW !

Maybe you do.

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(c) dr a jindal md 26/01/2015
a j – ‘ the weaver ‘

 

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