Handel's Messiah

Jugalbandi

Menu for breakfast:

Moon Dal Paranthas with Salted Dried Lamb and Garlic Olives
How does that sound /taste?

musaafir hoon yaro, na ghar hai na thikana, mujhe chalte jaana hai bass, chalte jaana.....

ek din bik jaayega maati ke mol, jag main reh jaayenge pyare tere bol

and the magic continues...

the original story at www.zzz-writing.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodness-gracious-grace.html


the latest update:
Grace is with us for some months now and the stupid girl and the rest have fallen prey to her charm trap.
yesterday we went out and this is what followed (it is part of a private email)

we all went there leaving grace behind in state of disbelief that we can leave her alone once more !!!
when we came back we found she has found new ways to express her frustration with this human habit of leaving their dogs behhind. like an animal activist or world peace volunteer she had created a mini havoc in the house. she managed to pull down some papers, pens and pen holders and stuff from top of the wooden drawers and nicely and meticlously chewed all of them. when scolded for the act, she felt deeply hurt on her sentiments and refused to eat her food for dinner.
today morning, she was back to normal and can be found running around , sniffing, snooping, and licking things, objects, furniture, upholstery and yes human limbs too. she is just making sure that we all know that she is back to normal.

i can say we are all kind of getting used to her.

time pass

[1] Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.
[2] Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee.

[3] Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!
[4] I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash.
[5] A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.
[6] Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.
[7] Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.
[8] You can't buy love, but you pay heavily for it.
[9] Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.
[10] Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
[11] Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway.
[12] My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.
[13] Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.
[14] Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.
[15] A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
[16] You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them.
[17] It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.
[18] Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books.
[19] Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.
[20] Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something
[21] They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak!
[22] Man: Is there any way for long life?
Dr: Get married.
Man: Will it help?
Dr: No, but then the thought of long life will never come.
[23]Why do couples hold hands during their wedding? It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins!
[24]Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?
Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.
[25]It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged. It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.
[26]There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.
[27]There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbor has it!

wah re mere desh

i have come across a pretty weird phenomenon sometimes now which shocked me at first and then saddened me. we all do know that the unorganized sector in India is larger than the organized sector and the plight of many skilled and unskilled blue (?) collared labourers in India is pretty bad.
some years back i went somewhere and i suddenly noticed that there were a large number of men sitting/standing/squatting on a particular stretch of an over crowded road.
curious i asked someone why so many men were crowding there. it was quite apparent from their clothes that they were very poor (what we call as labour class) people.
and then it dawned upon why that particular road was called as 'labour puliya'. in simple English it means 'labour's bridge'.
basically these men when they set out from their homes (i don't know if they are houses but wish they are at least homes for them) , they do not know if they will get work for the day. many of them pack their food (lunch/breakfast or just anything 'cause i do not know if they have the luxury to afford three meals in a day) but do not know where and whether they would be working through the day to have the 'relaxing food break'.
these are the labourers who are multi - skilled from being brick - layers to carpenters or whatever, but do not have a job. thus no employee , no benefits, no assurances and no future. they live to earn for the day to fix a meal for the day.

Jai Ganesh Jai Ganesh Deva

Mata Jaaki Parvati, Pita Mahadeva.

Jai Ganesha Deva !!!

Hum Sab Teri Sharnan Aaye

Safal Keejo Sewa !!!

any takers??

these google guys are always snooping around. every time without fail my inbox is always carrying advertisements on its side columns - catching the subject matter / key words of my emails. did they ever include this condition in their contract which we sign at the time of registration? even if they did mention it - how many of us ever read those terms and conditions?
there is no regard for an individual's private space on the cyber world. and we call the internet as an important pillar of all those values which liberalism stands for- freedom of speech being the most visible and potent. but what happens of private space? what an absolute contradiction.
i wonder why we dont resist this outrageous invasion of our privacy?
okay for record - i am registering mine with this post.
but again who is bothered. this is free space and every nut is allowed to say what s/he wants to. thats it. the only catch is that when every body speaks practically no body listens

the only thing constant in life is change.
does'nt it sound cliched ? but it is true - is it not?

i am amazed at the way things can take a complicated turn. it is because of all the complications we have inside that manifest out.

i have to learn how to refuse

take time out to read through...

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - Comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so eloquent...and so appropriate.
A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that:We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints, spend more, have less, buy more, enjoy less.We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment,more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?
George Carlin

let us all declutter our lives

one of the most crucial tasks in life involves weeding out through the maze of irrelevants.

the junk mails from inbox

junk from the closet

trash from the bin

read messages from the phones

and things/issues/incidents of the past which are specific to each person.

time is the master

many years ago
today it was a day full of surprises for her, to begin with he was keen to take her to the hang out joint. "is he out of his mind?", she thought to herself and even expressed the thought in no disguised manner. "what the heck!! what is wrong?" echoed the parents, "we have a train to catch in 2 hours, don't you remember beta?" "oh mom, come on let me take my little sister out just for once, there is a very nice bakery on the way so we can pick up those pastries you two like so much."
it was their son afterall and he had to have his way. so off the two went, as she sat pillion on his 'bike', she wondered whatever happened to those days when he was like this 'fun big brother' to her. well "stupid me", she thought, "there were never such days. it is a utopian belief that elder brothers can be nice and sharing with their 'clingy' little sisters. so while she wondered if there was something, some 'greater' reason behind this sudden shower of brotherly love on her. yes it was true that he had long moved out of the house and she too had grown up ever since then. but still...well she had biiiig doubts.
it was an inkling of the things to unfold that evening. "she is coming here right now." period..... all that they had now was to overcome these 15 minutes of most awkward silence - brimming with rising tide of queries in her mind for him...almost worried that he could hear her brain working full capacity not to sort but to spill them out. she felt it was better not to ask right away, 'she' could be here any minute. it was not a very good first impression to be meeting the "would be" of her only brother, caught on a wrong foot discussing details and stream of 'hows and whys' which were as evident as 'troubles' - that were warned against to pandora.
eventually, they met and it was true that she could not believe many things, many things she almost assumed about her elder brother, and was very glad to find out how wrong she was.. then there were things, which looked cumbersome. any many many more things, suddenly she felt she had grown multiple understandings, many ways to look at the situation. many views which people of one family could hold.. pity, she felt like a grown up now.
how soothingly cosy it felt to be the "youngest in the family'. most of the matters were considered not worth her worries and were never mentioned to. she was blessedly granted to continue with her faith in her warm world where everything was constant...love between the family and its members, equations that were nothing but constant, parents who were always there, studies were a stress of just exam days. it was the big brother's burden to top every year not hers, she was allowed to be happy to pass with decent grades. not many hopes /ambitions for her, anyways she was too young then to understand half the things which go on in any family. whatever was said was true always - was it not?
but not now, somehow today he felt her to be the most appropriate person to first break the news to. to melt the ice, "what was expected of her?". to build the ground ....how?? when she did not know anything about them. what could she possibly say to him or to the parents? was he seeking her opinion at all?
was she so grown up?

5TH MAY

TEST OF THE SEED BEGINS BY SPROUTING IT

zindagi ki yahi reet hai haar ke baad hi jeet hai

aaj gham hai to kal hai khushi

zindagi ki yahi reet hai

so what is your pick?

1. To be Happy even when you do not have it?
2. To be Happy only if you have it?
3. To be Unhappy even if you have it?
4. To be Unhappy when you do not have it?

ps: "It" can be anything...

it is important to note that comments should be as far as possible on the options and not what fellow commentators have to say

every time it is scary to find out how fragile the whole thing is......

नमस्ते london

यूँ तो संग अपने इक दुनिया चलती है

पर छुप कर सीने मैं तन्हाई पलती है

Loving breath of life blows
stringing the points of my scattered being
the ever illusive self glistens- teasingly, far behind (heavy veils).
awakening consciousness dawns upon an awaiting horizon,
as eager reality reflects now and then through the circumvents of spiral existence.
fingers of my beloved play through the hollowed spaces on the spinal veena
haunting melody resonates through out

six and half...

Wat does one do with all the bagful of shortcumings? Just when i feel it is gud enough, it shows it is not...may be just to put me in the right place. one can never be guaranteed about human nature. are there any insurance guys who can guarantee that/ any finishing schools/ any civilizations? any religions? any education/political/economic/social system but ones own self?????

all i can be assured of is this moment right now...when i am ....who knows what it would be just as why sulk what it was.
i am, responsible-capable, for the moment now.

this is for the comp guy who showed up today at my place

it is not good to be not writing for so long. things need to be priortised.
anyways, yesterday was again one of the very very cold days of delih. it is getting incredibly cold here. i mena it used to be cold but not so relentlessly cold days after days and that too in the month of february which was so pleasant always, the month before exam fever gripped us all.
but today after so long i do not want to be writn\g about the changing werather conditions.
yesterday i vited a teacher who has jsut been promoted to the post of reader in a differnt university. well, i had always been struck by her achievemnst in the field of academics, ina sense that she is much young for her position and the amount of work she has come up with. frankly speaking, given the lazy temrament i have, i have hardly read much of her work but for the one which is tomy interest. yes i am a person totally goverened by taste and interests. there was a time when this self idea gave me confidence in my abilities but now somehow i do feel restricted because of this nature. because often the field where in work in requires maintaing multiple inetersts in varying topics and often i find my interest running in different direction than the one which shall bring me benefit in my work. well as i say this i do realize that more or less this goes for me as a whole.
coming back to this person i am currently bent upon focussing, i am allmost sad for teh manner in which to me she seemed to be promoting her work and i am sorry to say her acdemic merit. i mean is it not for others to arrive at?
i am sad for her.

:)

कहना है , कहना है,

आज तुमसे यह यह पहली बार

तुम ही तो लाये हो जीवन में मेरे

प्यार , प्यार, प्यार .....

तुमसे कहनी वालीं और भी हैं प्यारी बातें
सामने सबके बोलो कैसे कह दूं

सारी बातें
आज मगर बस

इतना ही करना है एकुरार
तुम ही तो लाये हो जीवन में मेरे

प्यार प्यार प्यार......

कबसे दिल ने मेरे
मान लिया है तुमको अपना

आँखें मेरी देख रही हैं
जागते सोते यह सपना

मेरे गले में डाल रहे हो तुम बाहों का हार

तुम ही तो लाये हो जीवन में मेरे

प्यार, प्यार, प्यार.....

Touch Wood !

yeh kawn hai jo meri rooh ko choo karr nikala........