Our Pet Grease has made a remarkable recovery. A month ago, his right leg was torn by a wild pig. That’s the pic at the bottom.
Today, his wounds are 90% healed and he has slowly started to use his hurt leg.
Amazed at how resilient dogs are.
The vagaries of weather God at play. Last week, we had a severe burst of wind due to extreme summer heat. Wreaked havoc at the mango farms in our village.
I’m very excited to start a project that has been very close to my heart. To convert 7 acres of 13 acre Vaksana farms into a Food Forest. The idea is to replicate the denseness of a real forest.
The only difference is that all the trees and plants will bear edible produce that we can consume.
The Food Forest will have multiple layers of trees, plants, shrubs and creepers. The picture above illustrates that clearly. The goal is to turn an open land into something that you see below.
This project has been broken into 3 phases. Phase 1 is the one that you see marked in red in the satellite photo above. I plan to openly document the progress of this project. The successes, failures, struggles, emotions…everything. I also intend to crowdsource this project where people who are passionate about forestry and farming can join hands together. If you are interested in joining hands, please ping me at Kiruba@Kiruba.com. Also follow updates on the progress at our Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/vaksanafarms
I watched Mark Zuckerberg’s commencement speech at Harvard University today with keen interest. Mainly because I’m putting together a book titled, ‘CHARGE: 50 Inspiring Life Lessons from Commencement Speeches’. http://www.Kiruba.com/charge . It’s a book with brilliant nuggets of valuable advice gleaned from over half century of graduation speeches. This book has been 5 years in the making and scheduled for a November 2017 release.
During my one week stay in Srinagar, the thing that impressed me most is the kindness and hospitality of Kashmiris. That’s even more than the beautiful snow-capped mountain peaks. There is this one incident that illustrates this point.
I stayed for a few days in Hotel Grand Mamta before deciding to move to a HouseBoat on Dal Lake. While checking out, I forgot my hoodie in the room itself. It’s not just another hoodie. It’s the Himalayan Writing Retreat branded hoodie which is special. (That’s where I really got my blogging mojo back and hence its special).
It was only at night that I began to realize I had lost my hoodie. That’s when the temperature in Srinagar drops and my hoodie was my only warm dress.
The owner of the Lake Palace Houseboat, which I had checked into, found that I had no warm clothes on me. Without so much as asking me, he went to his modest little floating home behind the boat and brought his son’s jacket for me to wear.
The next evening, I went to the Grand Mamta hotel only half expecting to get my hoodie back. Much to my surprise and relief, they had my hoodie packed in a bag with my name and room number written on it.
That’s the happy me feeling snug and happy. The hoodie is a lucky charm. And even more charming are the Kashmiris.