
Note: This is not an exhaustive read, my views are independent and based on 5 days and 6 nights in the Motherland
“So when’s the last time you went to India?”
“What!”
“The country has much changed my friend; you are in for a shock”.

Note: This is not an exhaustive read, my views are independent and based on 5 days and 6 nights in the Motherland
“So when’s the last time you went to India?”
“What!”
“The country has much changed my friend; you are in for a shock”.
My son’s year at school were asked to submit a poem for a Young Writers competition. He worked on it alongside a friend and fortunately their work was selected and will be published in a short book of other poems. As a treat, I promised them some advertising space on this blog and in return for daily payment in the form of car cleaning and cups of tea, their work would have access to my lovely blogging community.
Poem is based on the Tudor era, U9′s category. Well done Rajan & Ryan.

Rest assured, this post is not about Farming or how to best keep your chickens, however the
whole notion around Free Range sparked an idea while I was at work. For a quick definition, Free Range refers to animals that have been allowed to roam free, instead of being contained within a restricted area, thus impacting on their state of mind and welfare. You can normally spot the various Free Range logo’s on your food items, in turn making you feel happier that the animal was allowed to walk around freely, ponder, think creatively before becoming an item on your plate (I am not a veggie in case you were wondering). Well I was thinking, maybe we should include a similar logo within our signatures…why you ask? Continue reading
Today I would like to congratulate Sikhs around the world for Vaisakhi and also extend my humble good wishes to the rest of humanity.
There are lots of articles on the web about Vaisakhi, however, for me, it represents a significant change in the Sikh religion. The events of 1699 resulted in the creation of identity, a willingness to stand up for yourself, to battle against oppression and tyranny, make hawks from sheep. 312 years on, I, together with so many, still carry the identity given to us, for they are gifts for life.
All around the world, Sikh communities celebrate Vaisakhi by hosting a parade and one of the great things about this is the joining in of other faiths, it really is fantastic. Our parade runs this weekend and I hope to capture some nice pictures for you all to see. Joy, colour, harmony, charity, togetherness are just some of the themes of such events and hope to bring this through in my pictures.
“Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ke Fateh!” (Khalsa belongs to God, let victory be to God).
Day 2 of my pics with associated crazy stories……..

The village of “Leaves” is a small tight-nit community where everyone knows just about everyone. Clustered within a small area, they pride themselves on helping each other and maintaining their identity. In the past 100 years not a single “outsider” has knocked on their door, passed through their roads, smelt the fresh green air or set foot on the sometimes murky banks. But, that is all about to change.
One morning, there appeared the “Bubblegum Immigrant”. Looking for somewhere remote, it stumbles upon this small community, of people who it thinks will welcome a quite different face. Suddenly, the mood of the village changes, a stranger in town. Although the Bubblegum Immigrant manages to find a roof, it is the talk of the town, subject of much discussion. Worried faces look on, afraid of what they not know, or maybe what they don’t understand and neither want to. Not ready to accept, to embrace, to learn, to love or celebrate. Grey always wants to remain grey, with no inspiration to merge itself with colours of a different nature. Must not change, we must enforce, merge the minority, transform it.
Not matter how hard the Bubblegum Immigrant tried, it could not practice its faith, its culture, could not be free, in the end, it had to change, to kneel to the dominant force. It’s death was swift, leave your history, accept without question and you may survive, but you will never strive.
*Images taken in the front garden