Discovered the colours of joy

Not in m. y element for a while now - more excuse not to write. But suddenly, discovered an outlet for colourful energy. rangde - a concept so simple, its awesome.

Visit their website and see for yourself. www.rangde.org Share joy.

Ask and it shall be given you? I wonder.

Do we take this saying very literally? The Good Book that says this assures us that if we ask with sincerity and faith, we will be granted our request.

Today, however, the same set of words take on a whole new meaning.

There is a man with a white cane waiting to cross the road, nervousness writ large on his face. Why did I pass him by? I don't know... did he ask me to help? Uh oh. If he had, I would certainly have done just that.

"Ouch" I say as I step gingerly down from an uneven curb to a road that seems a bit lower than my hurt knees can manage. Did I have someone with me that I could have held on to? Well, yes. But did I ask to be helped? No. Well, that explains why my companion has gone ahead and is waiting impatiently.

Get the drift?

Walter Raleigh style chivaly may be as obsolete as the 'Saurus, but... courtesy? Humane empathy?

It exists. Mercifully, it does, in pockets. But, by and large, we need to ask for anything to get done.

Not blaming. Just saying...

New gen language and gaping gaps

Calling my worthy peers, all of us that sit on lofty pedestals in the twilight zone of our respective lives - where we are neither venerable nor with it - do we understand teen talk?

I am sure I don't. Particularly the genre that has sprung to life thanks to numerous TV channels, FM Radio and the necessary evil of surplus entertainment.

Is " Feel" a verb or noun or hybrid in the sentence - " How was your feel?" ( not how DID you feel, mind you.) This is a mere fraction of the tip of a humungus iceberg. There is more as we rapidly translate back and forth from English to all regional languages creating a special avatar of the poor Queen's tongue that has no semblance to its parent.

But even as I grumble like a true snob, it isn't as if there aren't phrases pregnant with philosophy that spout from the mouth of babes and Babus.

I made a statement indicating a decision to do or buy something.

"For what joy?" asks my teen with typical nonchalance.

True.

Why should I indulge in activity or expend energy or money on anything that does not ultimately bring any joy - to me particularly.

Think about it.

And, maybe, its time to listen "around" jarring youthful lingo and see merit in the "stress free" thought process.
On and off.

I WONDER