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  • Dara 8:41 am on Friday, July 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    There are people and then there are people… 

    I am not a great cut and paste artist, but this I have to share. People constantly amaze me with their big hearts and character. This is an extract from an email I just received:


    ‘Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest. I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

    My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realise that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and C hr istianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realised that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

    I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished. I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. “Sahab, ghar mein baith ke TV dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.” (“Whats the point of sitting at home watching TV. If I earn 2 paise they will come in handy in future”)

    We realised that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

    My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect. Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home. We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.’

    One day I hope to meet Sandeep Bachhe and see his rick MH-02-Z-8508.

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  • heath 4:16 pm on Thursday, May 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: being creative when sick, web design   

    The benefits of a feverish mind 

    If anyone’s interested, I revised my personal web site this past weekend.  I was pretty sick and couldn’t sleep for more than 30 hours.  Partway through my sleepless marathon, I thought about a quick redesign, and said, “Why not?”

    One reason why getting sick should not be avoided altogether is the fertile and changed thinking that arises in a feverish mind, of which this revision is good evidence.  The bold coloring is a continuing spin out from love, with a sprinkle of exposure to Seidel.  Though I’m liking it for now, it’s not done —  I have a lot of content to add, I will probably try to create a WordPress install to support the writings section, and the design itself will change.  But anyway, it’s fresh and OK at the moment.

     
  • heath 10:01 am on Friday, May 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Flamenco Sketches (Alternate Take), Miles Davis   

    Art is about… 

    …disagreement. Matlab*, showing another way to think, feel, listen, move, see. A teaching. Slyly, gracefully offered.

    * Matlab: meaning (Hindi).

    Here’s a piece of art from Miles Davis:

     
  • heath 1:10 pm on Wednesday, April 15, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: exhaustion, smiles, whingeing   

    Whatcha do when you’re so tired that yo… 

    Whatcha do when you’re so tired that your body forgets to breathe while sleeping? Whatcha do when you want to write but can’t muster the focus and energy. Whatcha do when you’re so exhausted that you’ve had a sudden epiphany revealing the true positive value to the over-tired individual of acting out with irritable behavior? Whatcha do when you want to share but all your mind can pull from its reserves are four-plus syllable words and knotted syntaxes that no one wants to hear or read? Whatcha do when you’re so beat that when you need to pee and get some lunch you still can’t get up and walk? Whatcha do? Come here and whinge, is what. 🙂 love, h

     
  • heath 11:29 am on Sunday, April 5, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bay leaves, chicken parm, constructionism, constructivism, curried soup, sea salt, sensitive cooking   

    Constructionist cooking: what is it? … 

    Constructionist cooking: what is it?

    Last night I put half a turkey breast, sea salt, two dried Turkish bay leaves, and water (to cover plus an inch) into a slow cooker on low, and forgot about it.

    (More …)

     
  • skkott 3:43 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Hello all, this is Scott from intentblog… 

    Hello all, this is Scott from intentblog. Good to find you here — my pleasure to join you — under heather’s tree, looking forward for your contributions and  conversations here at Grafetti.

    -ScottT

     
    • me2watson 5:16 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Hello, Scott.

      Could you please refresh my memory?

      I remember a Scott & Kristin Masterson,

      are ye he? Karate guy? How did you find us?

      Welcome! Uncle Tree

      • skkott 2:58 pm on Tuesday, April 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Hey Keith, I am not the Karate guy. I found you as I got in touch with heath. I used post as Scott Tiger at IntentBlog: http://tinyurl.com/cxj6e2
        Thanks all, Keith, heath, ed, Bonnie and Dara for your warm welcome.

    • heath 7:12 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Dear Scott, it’s good to see you here. Welcome.
      love, h

    • ed 1:20 pm on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Welcome, Scott T.

      You were good company at IB. Looking forward to your ginger stripes 😉

      Ed.

    • Bonnie 1:50 pm on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Hello and Welcome Scott.

      Bonnie

    • Dara 10:36 am on Monday, April 6, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Welcome. Been away for a while, playing catching up.

      Dara

  • heath 5:59 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: daughter, dupatta?, hand-woven wool, , , magic, shawl, thanks   

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, t… 

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.

     
    • Tina Contis-Quinn 1:42 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Awwwwwwwwww mom, thank you so much for this beautiful posting about something that just screamed your name Heather Heather Heather out to me when I saw it. I am so very glad that you love it and are enjoying it…it was meant for that. You have just put the biggest smile on my face that I’ve had in a while and for that I thank you again. I miss our guy…and our two lil furry one’s big time.

      love you.

      your daughter,

      T.

    • ed 2:54 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      The space between words, the dupatta, too.

      Hugs,
      ed

      • heath 7:11 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Ed, for a sensitive reading.

  • heath 5:50 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: a rainy day in April, almonds, appetite, bare feet, beach, chadar, coffee, daffodils, films, forsythia, , , red pear, sleep, , Talisker, tired, toast,   

    Spring appetite: I want some toasted alm… 

    Spring appetite: I want some toasted almonds (a must in April!), a red pear, and some toast, and to walk on the beach in bare feet, even if it’s clammy and cold outside, and a hug from a particular someone (yup, you), and a warm woolly blanket to be wrapped up in when I come back from the beach, and then… a mug of black coffee to drink with a shot of Talisker as soon as I’m wrapped up in that blanket, a good film or some new Desi music playing, and at least ten hours to sleep off my present half-deadness. And the next day, total silence, as I wrestle with the pain of a newly-hatched heart, that had no idea of the shell it had been hidden in all these years. Daffodils and forsythia bloomed all yellow this morning in NYC. The air smells green, though the sky is gray, wet and windy.

     
  • heath 8:49 pm on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: blogging, parental pride, Sabu Quinn   

    The grin I’m wearing is so wide my face … 

    The grin I’m wearing is so wide my face just might split open. I just discovered my son’s blog. We’d talked about blogging a little, a couple of years ago. He didn’t want to. He recently redesigned his web site himself. But he didn’t tell me he had a blog. He’s a good writer, that I knew. But I’d never read a blog kind of thing from him. Boy, am I proud! Aiiii! Please forgive this post — this was a delightful surprise to find!

    His web site is here: http://www.sabuquinn.com
    and the blog is here: http://www.sabuquinn.com/blog

     
    • ed 5:01 am on Monday, March 23, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      You have every right to be proud of Sabu, Heath and no need for me to tell you. He pleases me no end, too, such honest, gifted and perceptive fun.

      I guess he’s darn proud of you, in return, for the launch and continuing loving gaze.

      ed

      • heath 8:17 am on Monday, March 23, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Dear Dara and Ed

        Thanks for visiting Sab’s blog. Ed, I don’t think he’s in love with my adulation of him 🙂 .

        love, h

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