Trivia Talk On Survivals


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The night rings shivers as if I stood at the epicenter of a stone throw in water and ripples around waved through the goose pimples that stood on edge, ready for more kisses from the air. I sit still, freezing. Its barely cold but the chill can con. There are no arms, there are no alms, there is only a clumsy woolen blanket that shall cover the purpose of the shawl as well as its own name, exactly imitating life, the way you substitute things, emotions, realizations, goals, relations, acceptances and rejections, in a substandard format or category, and you pose and suppose to survive. Then there are those million others, who have their life as better than the best in all those stations I, me or you, moi in summary, are broke. And yet or hence, whichever is more apt, they don’t know what to do with that freedom, thus mis using it.
~ Purvi Petal, 19 Nov 2015

Hey You, The Writer! (If you call yourself that)


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You can’t but observe without seeing, hearing, feeling… if you write without doing any of that, by staying unattached, then you are into the artificial act of writing, you cannot truly represent any of your characters or do your story justice until you become each one of them.
If you are insensate yet sentimental to a strip of words, and you say you are an observer but you use the mind and do not apply the heart into it, and you are not  reading/seeing/listening, thinking, analyzing, understanding or trying to gain a perspective, adopting, adapting, rejecting, accepting, wondering, realizing but only watching/hearing, concluding and strategizing, without ever touching the core, just like like bringing a building up without a foundation, neutralizing the subject or the issue to a zero. Then you are not doing a favor to creativity with your words, you cannot be a harbinger of change, you are merely reporting like a blind man clicking pictures, you are not doing your job, and whatever then this is that you are doing, you are not even doing it halfheartedly, you are only making a joke out of it, turning it into a triviality. ~ Purvi Petal​, 24 October © 2015

Dussehra ~ From Traditional To Contemporary Relevance

Huge coloful, cracker-filled Ravana effigies on Dussera. Festival. Tradition. Myth. Fun. Celebration.

Ever wondered why we burn those effigies every year, ceaselessly, tirelessly each year screaming, ‘… to applaud the prevalence of good over evil’, except for the eye-pleasing decorations and the ear-busting cracker-fun of course !?

What is the Good and which Evil does it destroy? Does Goodness win or win over?

What do all of us know (of course there are many who don’t even remember this from their primary school education!) ?
Dussehra, also known as Vijayadashmi, is a major Indian festival celebrated on the tenth day of Ashvin month according to the Hindu calendar. This day falls in the month of September or October. The day culminates a 9 day fasting period of Navratri in the Hindu culture. The day also coincides with immersion of the idol of Goddess Durga. The day is celebrated to commemorate the killing of Ravana by Lord Rama. The day also celebrates the killing of demon Mahishasur by Goddess Durga. Dussehra celebration spreads the message of the victory of good over sin.
Ravana was killed by Lord Rama on this day as revenge against the cruel act of kidnapping Goddess Sita by the former. Mythology also has it that Goddess Durga killed demon Mahishasura after a long spell of cruelty and oppression by Mahishasura. During the festive nine days, people visit the Pooja Pandals wearing new clothes, prepare traditional food at home and celebrate the festival with their friends and families. In most other parts of India, plays are organized across cities depicting the story of Ramayana (but that is slowly dying out in the absence of patronization, resources and actors, and replaced by bollywoodish foolish cheap depiction of the story, turning it into a circus; the art needs to be revived to retain both, the actual story and the culture associated with it, for in both lies the solution to several present day social maladies) which culminates in the killing of Ravana on this day. Statues of Ravana are burnt everywhere in India on Dussehra. But seldom people know or do more than this. Children are bought toys that represent the theme of the festival, but not its sentiment, its idea, but not its root cause.

Dussehra came from a sanskrit word Dass + hara means defeat of 10 things. The reverse is Vijadashmi (the other name for this festival) which came from Vijay + Dashmi meaning victory over 10 vices. Ramayan is an ideal story, the best Indian fairy tale, the perfect assortment of an intricate mix of Panchantantra wisdom and moral values, which are so so lacking in the present society, the root cause of loss of sense of responsibility towards each other and the society at alrge as also the acceptance of one’s meanest flaws with a shoulder shrug of shamelessness, clearing off-shouldering one’s sense of civilization, for in absence of that, one becomes a beast, a Raavan, a demon. Hence, it is also important to understand what Ravan is representing every time we ‘build’ its effigy and then burn it.

The 10 heads of Ravan are a representation of these 10 vices namely ego, selfishness, over pride, lust, jealousy, greed, attraction, Anger and Injustice.
Kama Vasana (Lust)
Krodha (Anger)
Moha (Attraction & Attachment)
Lobha (Greed)
Mada (Over Pride)
Matsara/Eershya (Jealousy)
Swartha (Selfishness)
Anyaaya (Injustice)
Amanavta (Cruelty)
Ahankara (Ego)

Ravan’s effigies are so very enormously gigantic and overwhelmingly huge, along with his son’s and brother’s, because primarily, of all the vices, their egos had acquired gigantic proportions. There are other smaller stories woven into the main one that showcase how the other vices take over one’s life leading to ultimate destruction, for eg, Kumbkarna’s colossal body, gargantuan appetite, his mighty slip of tongue and his mammoth sleeping pattern, the script for ruination.
The immense, towering effigy of Raavan, burnt by the seemingly reduced in size (again, a symbolic word, representing physical, financial, social, emotional strength) tiny figures of the two brothers , Ram and Lakshman, clearly mean one and only one thing ~ The bigger and higher your tower of vices, the more stiff and stubborn and unbending and difficult you become, overcoming of these obstacles in self or in other is an extremely arduous, nearly impossible task, and with such bloated egos that rise sky high, the mind and heart also becomes unreachable, but constant effort by the righteous brothers leads to the downfall of the otherwise extremely learned man who had immense knowledge, but applied it in all the wrong places when he was overcome by his vices.
And once when the downfall is triggered (aka the arrow hitting the cracker-filled effigy), it is like a splinter in a house of hay, there is nothing that can sustain the fall, and the heavy stiff body falls heavy and fast to the ground, reduced to nothingness, to the lightest thing, ashes, from the very huge structure that it once was. Humbled.

~ Purvi Petal​, 23 October ©2015

Read History of Dussehra here.

Tea Leaf Readings


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“Unfolding in the wet warmth, spreading out, becoming a shade deeper red as they open up, growing larger, releasing their individual aromas, spreading it around, love wafting in the air ~ as the tea steams up,  the leaves uncurl, unfurl.”
Pic & Prose ~ Purvi Petal 18Oct©2015 
Do not repost either pic or prose. Copyright protected @puplumage

The Messenger


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Writing after long, combining two of my favourite themes and occasions: #NationalPoetryDay (8 Oct 2015) And #WorldPostDay (9 Oct 2015) ~ The two messengers, poetry and letters have so much to share, lets see how this fares :)


[Photo rights exclusively owned by PurvI Petal. Not to be reused in any form. Copyrighted material. ]

Of Letters & Postcards
Sent, Unsent
Sealed and Open
Weather-worn wind beaten
Of messages penned in blood
Of famine and flood
Of telegraphs and typographs
From photographs to autographs
Of scents and stinks
Of amorous thoughts in ink
Of vintage scribble pads
Soaked in fragrance
Of mascara smudged napkin wads
And essence-d effervescence
Of hidden truths
Of washed off colors
Of water run pages
Of autumns and summers
Of laughter filled days
Of empty afternoons
Of tea-stained circles
Of sultry loony moons
Of tear-wrecked nights
Of thought struck moments
Of advice and wisdom
Of moods, expectations
Of tension and intentions
Of veiled feelings
Of emotional vents
Of love and hate
and everything in between
Of locked up secrets
and bottled up dreams
Of gaps from generations
Of classic to contemporary
Of abstruse implications
Of puzzling conformity
Of cheesy cribbing
And genuine subtlety
Of finespun expressions
Of alacrity versus apathy
Of comments, concern and sarcasm
On chaos and anarchy
And finger spaced swinging
Within mayhem and harmony
Is the post about a poem
And the poem about post
A testemony to their devotion
To their identity, a toast.
~ Purvi Petal, 10Oct©2015

An Open Letter to Socality Barbie.


Brilliantly put and of course, my line of thought, esp for all those jobless instagramers :P

Originally posted on :

Screen Shot 2015-09-28 at 4.45.01 PMphoto cred: Socality Barbie

Dear Socality Barbie,

I broke the Chemex coffee maker this morning trying to take a photo of it. It’s dumb to even ask why I was trying to document the experience– I wanted people to know that I’d gotten up, made my own coffee, and was now preparing to conquer the first Monday of the fall in a flannel. Why else would I need the perfect morning lighting and my cellphone at 6am?

The cone of the Chemex cracked as I abruptly hit it against the kitchen cabinet and watched the spout shatter into three thick pieces. My dad got my mom the Chemex for their anniversary. She looked at me and blinked twice like, “Why are you even taking a picture of this?” Now I have to buy her a new coffee maker before I fly back to Georgia on Sunday.

Now not a…

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