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floral kissing ball
  • Touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, reverence, or greeting
  • (of a ball) Lightly touch (another ball) in passing
  • caressing: affectionate play (or foreplay without contact with the genital organs)
  • (kiss) the act of caressing with the lips (or an instance thereof)
  • (kiss) snog: touch with the lips or press the lips (against someone's mouth or other body part) as an expression of love, greeting, etc.; "The newly married couple kissed"; "She kissed her grandfather on the forehead when she entered the room"
  • Decorated with or depicting flowers
  • resembling or made of or suggestive of flowers; "an unusual floral design"
  • relating to or associated with flowers; "floral organs"
  • Of flowers
  • Of flora or floras
  • of or relating to the plant life in a particular region; "characteristic alpine floral elements"
  • Squeeze or form (something) into a rounded shape
  • form into a ball by winding or rolling; "ball wool"
  • Form a round shape
  • musket ball: a solid projectile that is shot by a musket; "they had to carry a ramrod as well as powder and ball"
  • Clench or screw up (one's fist) tightly
  • round object that is hit or thrown or kicked in games; "the ball travelled 90 mph on his serve"; "the mayor threw out the first ball"; "the ball rolled into the corner pocket"

Zero....00000 June 29th
Zero....00000 June 29th
The value of zero! What is it to you? Nothing, infinite, no possiblity or yesterday no tommorow, zero-zilch nada? End Or Beginning? Gods existence amounts to zero how beautiful. To a couple a countdown of lifes dates, down memory lane, since the moment she said "yes".The moment of comitment by the circle of life of a square sparkly diamond and silver band on the day of zero. To a mother zero is the begining when she said " oh oops". The embryo of life starts as an o with more o's dividing and complexing. Before existence my size was as a pencil point, A pea pod I was, a lima bean I became and no longer mommies melon I was.I was a small peanut. Waiting for me to arrive as the timer on the oven went ping on Zero here I was fully baked ready to enjoy! Even the sprouting of a wish or desire begins with the empty slate of zero. That child life begins the clock chimes cookoo on a chime. With moments of dada and mama why this why that, blowing bubble gum soapy bubbles and mishaping the cylindrical sphere figure of the dandilion against the ocean breeze just to brush mommas cheek. Cute as a button round lil face and chubby cheeks.Coily red curls.Small speckeled dots pressed against his oval face kissed by orangey sun specks. As time progresses and friends and family come and go we come to realize that zero is not really the end at all. As that zero is stable ones added mark a decade hundreth century of a millienum. Zooming thru 3 perfectly scooped peach daquari rassberry and apricot ice gelato wth the shinest black cherry hes cheery just to get a dab on his nose blushing with lil circles of a pinched cheek giggling with excitement and embaresment as it hits his foot.... His little round head fits the hat grandpa gave him of nemo with two small fins on the side and back, his fishing hat he says he pulls grandpas magnified glass from his pocket to view the shapes of nature, as from the other view his small eyes radiate with hugeness of what he sees. Using round googles and fins and makebelieve diver tanks he wishes to search what is below, all he truelys see is the reflection of the painted fish scenery on the side at the bottom and of course is rubber ducky. Taking mommies collanders to put on his head to relive outerspace.The best shape to represent the establishment of all the planets. Zero to a doc means when a heart dies he restarts it to its beating. Zero is the frozenist of tempurature.An O round as a donut not just a letter in the alphabet or number on a ten dollar bill. It shapes an inner tube beach ball and of course this earth with naturally formed circles of islands holes at top of volcanoes and icebergs. Unraveling of ferns! Atoms particles rain and dew. Pool of puddles and tide. Cozy bed of a pup home of an ant protection ring of an elephant a bowl for a gold fish with coral of air pockety texture. A ferish to a wheel round ball claw tubs essential for mikey who pulls the plug to watch his sail boat plunge into the drains tornado. Pearls cultvated at seas bottom to dangle on necklines the of 1950's.Polka dotted highwaisted swim suits and floraled caps graced the pool sides of california. Perfume bottles with puffy atomizers. Gold compacts with cylinder tubes of cherry lip and mini rouge pots all played to the era with accent of floral hat with keyhole birdcage veils, uses for hat boxes. Peter pan collars and mile long lashes meaning for curves back then and primmed filled red nails that hit the oval keys of type writters. Olives in martini glasses. My fave candy toosties rolls, skittles taste the rainbow. Lemons, limes,citrus rassberries.PIn cushion blossoms, bride boquets put together weaved baskets full of speckled turquoise eggs. Dollars on the beach.Star works of a giant dandy. An artist pallete with dollops of daisy of vivid hues.Tubes of alumin toothpaste. Pastels ready to use.Logs ready to burn in the fire. The morning newspaper.The VW my neighbor drives. A chugging water tank in my bosses office. Shiny bows and flats.Tear drop trailers and grandmas metal airstream sitting in the backyard as the sprinklers chirp and birds flap in the front yard fountain the mini bird bath.A flash of the cameras bulb an instant and a no more on the camera meter as I turn the gage and the film dies out.A sign of beauty is not grey headness but a ball head that is embraced with old age.Zero means Everything!!!!
Chhath Puja 2003 /The Sinhas
Chhath Puja 2003  /The Sinhas
Virtually the entire Bihari migrant population arrives at Juhu Beach, on end is a Yagh being performed for Peace and Prosperrty .. And all over the beach families do their individual pujas. The Bihari lads and women who hve taken penance and a vow snake through the roads with their bodies kissing the ground, towards the beach..marking every step , and this is a real tough one as Mumbai roads and even the beach is a tough terrain. They finally enter the water...to break their vows.. The women who I am sure do not know to swim carry fruit and floral offerings on their heads and enter the water at sunset almost neck deep without fear and place all this in the sea. The women are dressed in their Sunday best , rich sarees , made up, vermillion on their foreheads and lipstick covering their mouths.. The Bihari man or the head of the family is a very simple soul, proud of his family neatly dressed in a kurta dhoti, or the richer one in a safari suit.. The children love this spiritual outing and have a ball.The Juhu vendors have a very profitable day. There are professional photographers who shoot people and charge money for each copy that will be posted to them later. Thisis no flexing of muscle just nostalgia of several Chhath Pujas celebrated in Bihar as little kids..Juhu Beach becomes the shores of a river for this enterprising race , a place to bond, a place to worship the Sun God..or SuryaDev What is eye catching is the tamasha and the drama of the political parties all trying to be one up to appease the Bihari vote.. This is how I saw it since shot this feast from its inception.. The Bihari man misses his homeland and this would be the last place on earth to show their strength, they share a natural solidarity with the people of their state . The Biharis are a very timid, neighbor loving human race. I know Mr Shatrughan Sinha and his wife Mrs Punam Sinha since 25 years . This one family has treated me on par, and I must confess my respect for Hinduism and its values have come from observing their dedication that goes beyond religiosity. Mrs Punam Sinha is a mother figure always there for the underprivilged and the needy. They give without letting the left hand know what the right hand does. Any calamity they are there without attracting fanfare or a media glare. As a Muslim I never felt out of place in their presence. Even their children Luv Kush and Sonakshi, touch the feet of elders and absolutely nurtured without bias for the needy or the poor. I always tell people if you demolish my house all the bricks might have Allah written on it on the heart of our homely soul, but yes you will find one brick with Shree Ram written on it. too.. Everytime we bought a new home we made sure to take a small token amount of Rs 101 as the Sinhas contribution to our lives has been good luck in more ways than one , and my eyes are crying as I write this.. My eldest sons wedding Shatruji was out of station but Mrs Punam Sinha was there to bless the couple..this is her humility and greatness as a Mother too. I touch her feat and that of Shatruji as they mean a lot me, call them parent figure.. or whatever.. I only hope Mr Shatrughan Sinha this time makes it to my younger sons nuptials in October 2008. I have been close to Mr Shatrughan Sinha since I first met him at Mehboob Studio when he was shooting with Hemaji for late Harmesh Malhotras film Phansi ke Bad.. Mr Shatrughan Sinhas late mother was very fond of me and could not understand why I dressed up in crazy clothes instead of a normal pant and shirt like everybody else.

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