I can only thank all of you for being so patient and kind with all the glitches that went with my post.

The painting is nothing earth shattering, it's only the words that are so inspiring which prompted me to write the post.

And Di, you are so right...both of them need a eyebrow job very urgently...LOL.

Thank you all once again.

Forget it Friends..I rest my case. If at all you want to see the painting go to google and search for painting of the Feet by Frida Kahlo..click on images...I got the photo from that site only. Best of luck.....

Ohh by the way, I just got a mail from rediff....they say my photo is breaching their rules of conduct !!!!!.. That's why they cannot allow it to be published..Now ...how can a painting of a foot be abusive of any kind??  I wonder!!!

I really don't know what's happening guys!!!!...I am more kaanfoosed than Moe!!!!..But when I see the blog on my iland page, the painting is there in all it's glory....:(((((((((((..God or rediffiland knows what's the problem. Anyway here's wishing you happy viewing if ever you can.  With Hope and Faith... which I have in plenty, I sincerely wish that you do.

Thanks again.

At last !!!!!!!!!  The painting is here for all to view. It may not be a remarkable piece but what I liked about it is the writing that came with it.  Hope you enjoy!! Thank you all for being so patient.

 This is a painting by the famous mexican artist Frida Kahlo. She painted this after her accident where she lost one of her legs and the writing on her painting says... 'Feet...what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?'

There couldn't have been a more poignant, more courageous a way of dealing with life full of hope, where there was none.

The writing is such a powerful message to those who have lost, maybe all, in life, but not Hope.

 Happy news for my friends here who care.

The ICSE results are out today and my son has scored 80%.

Wanted to share this little moment of happiness with few of my friends who knew all the times I have been tensed as he was writing his exams....and all the times I have been tensed  till today, after he finished them !!

Thanks Di and Moe for wishing him all the luck and giving him all your best wishes.

Thank you my friends.

And Congratulations to anyone else who wrote these exams and scored.

For Tinkerbell.....

Hope you can watch and listen to this lovely song...one of my favourite...Mama by spice girls.

A Small Tribute For All The Mothers Here On Our Iland

No gift can ever be worthy of her....maybe a Thank You comes close.

  I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
       And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
       I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
       The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
       Build up the blue dome of air,

A little piece from Shelley's Clouds......thought it embellished my painting truly.

                                           Let them Bloom

I remember one PTA meeting in my daughter’s school, many years ago when she was in secondary section.

The Principal gave her opening speech, and then she took out a piece of white paper, held it in her hand and told us that similar pieces of paper will be distributed amongst us parents. We were a bit confused and curious too as to what was the need of this piece of paper that the lady was talking about.

Anyhow, we had the paper in our hands, and then Sister told us, that each time, when our child fared badly in her exams, and each time we said…Oh, you are a failure…tear a piece out of the paper and let it drop. Tear a piece every time we told her that she was good-for-nothing…. the times when we rebuked her for not achieving the result 'We' wanted…..everytime we compared her to a friend, or a cousin, who we thought were shining examples of excellence, and our child wasn’t……Everytime we let her weep into her pillow at night, because she didn’t make her A grade.

After she had finished her speech, there wasn’t any paper left in her hand, neither was there  in ours. She was silent for sometime, and then she asked us if we knew what that piece of paper actually represented.  There was silence in the hall.She said then....that piece of paper was the Soul of our child, which lay tattered and torn around us that day. Everytime we try to make her into what we want her to be, and not accept her as she is, however she is, that tender soul is maimed and injured….and in not so few cases ever heal.

Today, I realize that meeting was such an eye opener for us parents. My daughter today, after completing her post –grad in English, is an editor with a renowned publication house. And believe me, she wasn’t an A class student in her school life…..but did that  make any difference?

All these memories came back to me today, because, in a few days, the results will be out for all the board exams. And it breaks my heart every morning the newspaper carries the stories of all those little souls whose hearts were broken as they didn’t know how to face the world…because their parents couldn’t give them that confidence…so they take the easiest way out, by ending their short tender life.

 Let our children bloom in all their glory…some vibrant in colour, some not….some with heady fragrances, some subtle……but Precious they all are.