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Roses in December :)

We are in times that advertises the brand attitude - Impossible is nothing, pushing people into rat races. Seasonal fruits and flowers like watermelons, apples, roses, mums and, many more are available throughout the year. Seasons have lost their significance with man meddling into nature to show his superiority. While that’s food for thought by itself, I have something else running on my mind.

 

Roses usually bloom in spring. Some varieties bloom in autumn and early summer. But, they are not the ones that bloom in December, the winter times. So the phrase “Roses in December” caught my attention when a friend was reading a book titled so.  When I dug in, I realized, the idiom means to convey non-literal meaning, blooms out of the blues.

 

Life is precious. We are lucky to have one. Humans are the highest degree of being. We can reason, unlike other forms. If practiced, one can see beauty in the ugliest of beings. If not, one can find filth even in the most beautiful of beings. The mind sees both ugly and beautiful. The choice is where the strength and wisdom lies. Often a frog is described to be ugly, but they teach the most important life lessons too. They teach us to adapt, appreciate stillness and take time to grow abilities needed to survive. Whether we look at its ugliness or learn from it is what differentiates each individual as human.

 

That day, on Ashtami, a friend of mine whom I mentioned was reading “Roses of December” wanted to kick start her English-to-Kannada translation work after the pooja. I was very excited to be part of the pooja. As they say, man proposes and interconnected things/God disposes. Monthly cycles ditched me. However, I got the prasadam a few days later. The most I like about the poojas and temple visits. 😉

 

She wanted to finish her 600 pages translation work in 3 months, with assistance from 2 more ladies in a traditional way. Having a MA in Kannada, I knew, for sure, it was an easy task for her. However, my mind usually runs in a very different direction most times. I insisted on the use of technology. Being a technology non-savvy, she needed assistance.

 

At 65, she had the eagerness and enthusiasm to learn. She inquired if I could help her with the technology. What we do on a regular basis and find easy; might be somebody else’s nightmare. I agreed. Her interest to learn was twice my interest to let her know how-to. I helped her with the use of ‘Kannada nudi’, speech-to-text application and, the google translator. We laughed at how the google translator converted the phrase “birth of ‘Roses in December’” and its inability in a certain place. After a couple of hours, she was good to be on her own to use the technology for her translation.


I love talking to her. Her immense knowledge has always added to my perspectives. We talked about other things under her roof. We spoke of technologies and devices that would capture the market in a couple of years. One of them being the language translators. Then, she was happy to kick start her already translated 2 pages of work. I wished her the best of luck and bid goodbye. As I walked home, her umbrella bloomed in the rain and I thoroughly enjoyed the bloom.

 

 

 

 

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