Rage

In my trance i remained

Battled the elements which passed

But its your prick hat hurt

Call it my fall or blame my pride

My armor is segmented

Not a uniform hardened hide

The fire your prick had

Burns now, an inferno

I am running all places

But why is't there nowhere to go?

Kill this fir, for you know the cure

O his scar will sign me;

I walk to water, a reflection beckons

Alas, a mirage it was only

And now there's no hope

Only time remains the healer

To kill within me his rage

the initiation of a healer

Set out on the world with a mission

A will to learn, to understand

Got down to the task, in its earnest

The belief of completing it remained

The day arrived, to walk through fire

But the ambers failed to scar

The soul, the mind, the body

They said was ready for the war

Defeated they came, ailing

Walked them through the cure

Victorious while parting away

Blessings, gratitude came in galore

The days went by,

The battles unending

Heralded on the horizon

Not a moment’s rest was given

The war never seemed ending

But brothers in arms were they now

No more the demanding master

As water flowed by

All seemed better

And now they said, completed

It was, the initiation of a healer

inspired by the post http://spsultana.blogspot.in/2013/04/internship-in-amc.html

Fashion, prices, heritage and people

Every place with a thriving business has its roots deep into history. And in the case of fabrics and other fashion trends as handicrafts, they tend to have an emotional connection with the producers and the local people.

The hook:

Handloom and other cottage produces are labour intensive activities. With inclusion of sourcing the best of materials and keeping up with the demand the toll on the producers is quite high. For the buyers, the intrinsic attachment to the products being their exclusivity, uniqueness and most importantly the human touch. The other aspect for the buyer being the ‘bragging rights’ of having one, just like the ownership of a luxury brand in some cases.

The line:

Difficult accessibility to raw materials and labour intensity tends to a high pricing of the products. But historically, handloom has been the shopping preference for the middle class of the society. With inflation the acquiring of handloom becomes harder for that particular class. However, the aspiration to have them never fades away.

This is the point where low cost produces come to play. The methodology employed being mechanization, adulteration or adjustment of raw materials and finally the glitz to sparkle eyeballs.

As a result of the above actions the demand supply chain is normalized, the flaws acquired in handmade products are to an extent removed and the oomph being added by means of adoption of latest fashion trends and adopting them into these products.

The sinker:

The newer practices however hurt the income of the handloom workers. And also bring down the exclusivity of their produce. Due to reduced costs, the products are not always expected to have the quality as in handloom, however failure in performance directs the ire of the buyer toward the local producer rather the one mass producing.  With customer satisfaction going down high priced products take the beating. Thereby affecting he whole community economically as well as culturally.

Perceived solution:

Local produces could get geographical indicators and also restriction of manufacture of those produces by any other agency with provisions of punishment inducing deterrence in involvement in such activity. Total ban on sale of he products other than by the partners endorsed by the geographical indicator. And last but importantly, creating attraction towards the produce of handloom by local people and increase in number of the workers thereby bridging the gap of supply and demand.

As a suggestion, I would like to ask all readers and experts in such fields that is grading of products possible wherein the same product varying in minor qualities be graded such as to offer them in a wide band of prices and make them available to all masses?? Leave your comments

Don't fall my friend

Your words i feel
From my heart's core
The disappointment isn't hidden in it
I too pass through your path
As you speak out to me
Greatness isn't that shrouds me
Illusion is that all
I keep that smile on me
For otherwise i myself shall fall
You have it in you
What you believe i have in me
For it's not lost that you think
As its a battle in a war
Get back your arms
Put on your shields
For we will be together on this battle path
Let not your will sway
I wil be there always my friend
Please do not fall away

o my valentine

The nights deep 

And your lap i have for comfort

your breath on my shoulders

feeling your hair on my face

i dive into your ocean of love

for i want you always

close to me, holding me each moment

and now as you i miss

when u sleep far away from my lands

in a fairy tale of your own

let me come to you

let me touch you as i love to

and we be together again..