Why this blog is called "Gallimaufry".

gal-uh-MAW-free\, noun.

Originally meaning "a hash of various kinds of meats," "gallimaufry" comes from French galimafrée; in Old French, from the word galer, "to rejoice, to make merry"; in old English: gala + mafrer: "to eat much," and from Medieval Dutch maffelen: "to open one's mouth wide."

It's also a dish made by hashing up odds and ends of food; a heterogeneous mixture; a hodge-podge; a ragout; a confused jumble; a ridiculous medley; a promiscuous (!) assemblage of persons.

Those of you who know me, will, I’m sure, understand how well some of these phrases (barring the "promiscuous" bit!) fit me.

More importantly, this blog is an ode to my love for Shimla. I hope to show you this little town through my eyes. If you don't see too many people in it, forgive me, because I'm a little chary of turning this into a human zoo.

Stop by for a spell, look at my pictures, ask me questions about Shimla, if you wish. I shall try and answer them as best as I can. Let's be friends for a while....

7 August 2010

The dew-drop carries in its eye, mountain and forest, sea and sky,

Kobayashi Issa, the great haiku poet puts it so well:

"A world of dew is, yes,
a world of dew,
but even so"




Trusty, dusky, vivid, fleeting, the world globes itself in a drop of dew. It is impossible not to see a dew-drop and not melt at the sight. A row of stars threaded on a cobweb. A diamond shining on a petal. A pure circle expressing a greater heaven through its lambent light. A tear trembling in mournful glint.




When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

~ Christina Rossetti ~




3 comments:

Lauren said...

I love dewdrops. (Just a little side note: when I danced, I was the dewdrop princess in my company's version of The Nutcracker - lol.) Any time I see a dewdrop I try to get a shot of it, but the quality and light never comes out satisfactorily enough. You have good pictures, and I like the haiku and poem you put with them.

Kamal Sharma said...

Dep drops have always facinated me.
When I was a kid, I would storm into the field early morning to play with the dew drops. The dew drops seem to accentuate the beauty of the nature.

The poem by Christina Rossetti complements the post.

Gallimaufry said...

Thank you for stopping by and for your kind words, Dewdrop Princess :D

Thank you again, Kamal. You're much too kind.

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