Wednesday, October 24
amusing :)
A noisy parrot that likes to imitate sounds helped save a man and his son from a house fire by mocking a smoke alarm. while the bird's owner and his 9 year old son slept fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie. they awoke to find their home on fire after hearing the family's amazon parrot, Peanut imitating a fire alarm. "He was really screaming his head off," the man said and added "I grabbed my son and my bird, and got out of the house."
Friday, October 5
what do i say when i have no thoughts? it is effortless auto moded. gentle comforting wind - benevolent as always reminds me of what this is all about. 'mentholy' cool waves on top -guiding, almost alluring the attention. as the being melts slowly like an offering to this ocean - oh so fathomlessl(y) deep!!! feels like i have belonged here since sweet eternity. does the idol deity feel the same when we offer Him to the Holy waters?
who is melting in whom?
who is melting in whom?
Friday, September 28
Tuesday, September 25
khuda e aks
खुदा- ए- अक्स है वो असएस
जो पो-शिदा हर नस्ल मैं है
मंदिर, मस्जिद, गुरू-द्वारेय
हाज़िर्र हर्र जिस्म मैं हैं
यह दर्द-दे दिल
यह घाम- घुफ्फार
बदोलत 'मैं' के कोह्रें हैं
ज़हनी हिसाभ शक्को- शुब्भा
रूहानी इब्बादत के कांटें हैं
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
हो मरर- मिटे जिनके लिए
यह कौन शख्स माहिर है
जो रूहानी ही ना हुए
वोह किस मंज़र के साहिर हैं
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
जो इस लम्हे रगों मैं तेरी
महसूस कर्रा दे जन्नत को
बुलंद तारक तभी पा कर
पहचानेगा कौन पीर है
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
जो पो-शिदा हर नस्ल मैं है
मंदिर, मस्जिद, गुरू-द्वारेय
हाज़िर्र हर्र जिस्म मैं हैं
यह दर्द-दे दिल
यह घाम- घुफ्फार
बदोलत 'मैं' के कोह्रें हैं
ज़हनी हिसाभ शक्को- शुब्भा
रूहानी इब्बादत के कांटें हैं
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
हो मरर- मिटे जिनके लिए
यह कौन शख्स माहिर है
जो रूहानी ही ना हुए
वोह किस मंज़र के साहिर हैं
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
जो इस लम्हे रगों मैं तेरी
महसूस कर्रा दे जन्नत को
बुलंद तारक तभी पा कर
पहचानेगा कौन पीर है
खुद- ए- अक्स है वोह असास..
Monday, September 3
Today ---- the day
Yet again the majestic morning urges the senses
as the Master of the Golden chariot
submitted to his regal discipline,
stands knocking just like every day since eternity.
A glance at my hands overwhelm the praying heart.
Innocent, loving, working hands...uniquely obedient.
Creation's beautiful gift to Her beloved mankind.
Toil- Sweat, Love- Spread, Receive- Give
live this day.
Fingers of flesh and blood symbolizing the flicker of hope
--- encore the message of redemption.
Transcendence from worldly to the other
the eternal passage to (through) the qualities - Divine.
Yes, it is, once again Morning Time.
Friday, August 31
Friday, August 10
Tuesday, July 31
MOTHER' PRIDE or PLIGHT??
I begin with a clarification that the title of this post has its inspiration in a recent interaction with a tiny tot. when asked if she went to school, her evidently well – versed (with what else do we adults strike up a conversation with a small child ?) and instant reply was : Mother’s Pride, U-KG (A), class teacher- Mrs. Deepika Vohra.
Having skipped the rest of the details as furnished by the child (probably by now experience had taught her the common sequence of corresponding questions and she seemed to be a time-energy saving sorts. smart child….) ; I in my elements loudly remarked if the child was sure it was not Mother’s Plight??
Can’t say if the child’s smartness challenged my tiny brain, but the fact that it is tiny was established when I had to abruptly stop howling at my own PJ, once I located the not – so – amused expressions of the mother.
As for the child, she simply derived that I was hard of hearing, repeated the correct name of her posh school once or twice in as best clarity as her tongue could manage and hopped out of the room - as much better stuff allured her than interacting with a dumb adult.
Coming back to mother’s plight, let me introduce my 5 year old nephew about whom this post is about. He is the first and the only third generation member in my immediate family. Basically he is the edifice of my exposure to small children living in close proximity.
To put it plainly: there has never been a single good – bye (he stays with his parents in a different city) that I have simultaneously hated and loved more.
The times when he is here or I am there, nothing else in my life commands for more attention than this little creature. The child is high on NQ (nonsense quotient)!!
Psychologists declare that children up to 5 yrs. (plus – minus 5 yrs!!) are totally EGO oriented: it is My – Me – Myself for them.
So the child can sleep at 7 in the evening so as to get up at 4 in the morning and make ones life hell, if one tries to even slightly procrastinate fulfilling His wish to visit the local playground. Okay, so I get up, rush to the local park – dressed still in my pajamas, disheveled hair, yawning and trying not to topple over something…only to be told 5 minutes later that He is hungry!!! Morning walkers- kindly uncle jis and aunty jis look at the ‘poor child’ and inwardly sympathize with him for having to bear with a negligent guardian.
Next, he can squash wasps and all sorts of ugly creepy crawlies with His bare hands but the reason he cannot eat food on his own is: his hands may get soiled. So my mom or me or any other person entrusted with the humongous task has to constantly run after him balancing food plates in one hand, so as to stuff the next morsel in His Highness’ mouth. We are often screamed at for not realizing that He is not finished with His mouthful as yet.
The only easy way out is to put Cartoon Network which has the magical powers to dazzle him totally. He keeps his mouth open all the time while watching the world of animation and this eases the task for us manifolds. Also as he sits glued in front of the screen like a stone, this helps save us lot of calories. However this option weighs too heavily on our moralities and is mostly not taken recourse to. I strongly feel that in state of total crisis, Cartoon Network is the best anti-dote for all hysteria.
Although this fellow can’t read a full sentence but insists that he must be bought all those glossy paged story books. So who reads them for him??? Obviously me - mind you - not once or twice but close to 100 times over and over again.
Of course visiting shopping centers or even local kiraana shops can be an experience when he is around. He is innovative in his techniques so if crying has become too stale and boring, he can howl, scream or best simply refuse to walk or move an inch from the spot. At times to spice up things and add up visual treat for on lookers he adds up acts of physical audacity by simply spreading on the floor - there and then.
Great men have said: that curiosity for the world around makes the child inquisitive.
There are times when I have won the battle for TV. Even if it so happens that through much cajoling and promises for future goodies, one gets to watch anything else but cartoons BEWARE : one may be smothered with questions of plain curiosity like kyoun, kaise (hows and whys) which by default find a way to attach themselves to every answer that one manages for the previous set. Yes, with a 5 yr old it is possible. With a 5 year old anything is possible…..
I can go on and on with all these things and incidents or I can end this post with one line: despite everything, we all adore him. Don’t ask me the kyoun and kaise behind this. I have no possible rational answers for this one :):):)
Having skipped the rest of the details as furnished by the child (probably by now experience had taught her the common sequence of corresponding questions and she seemed to be a time-energy saving sorts. smart child….) ; I in my elements loudly remarked if the child was sure it was not Mother’s Plight??
Can’t say if the child’s smartness challenged my tiny brain, but the fact that it is tiny was established when I had to abruptly stop howling at my own PJ, once I located the not – so – amused expressions of the mother.
As for the child, she simply derived that I was hard of hearing, repeated the correct name of her posh school once or twice in as best clarity as her tongue could manage and hopped out of the room - as much better stuff allured her than interacting with a dumb adult.
Coming back to mother’s plight, let me introduce my 5 year old nephew about whom this post is about. He is the first and the only third generation member in my immediate family. Basically he is the edifice of my exposure to small children living in close proximity.
To put it plainly: there has never been a single good – bye (he stays with his parents in a different city) that I have simultaneously hated and loved more.
The times when he is here or I am there, nothing else in my life commands for more attention than this little creature. The child is high on NQ (nonsense quotient)!!
Psychologists declare that children up to 5 yrs. (plus – minus 5 yrs!!) are totally EGO oriented: it is My – Me – Myself for them.
So the child can sleep at 7 in the evening so as to get up at 4 in the morning and make ones life hell, if one tries to even slightly procrastinate fulfilling His wish to visit the local playground. Okay, so I get up, rush to the local park – dressed still in my pajamas, disheveled hair, yawning and trying not to topple over something…only to be told 5 minutes later that He is hungry!!! Morning walkers- kindly uncle jis and aunty jis look at the ‘poor child’ and inwardly sympathize with him for having to bear with a negligent guardian.
Next, he can squash wasps and all sorts of ugly creepy crawlies with His bare hands but the reason he cannot eat food on his own is: his hands may get soiled. So my mom or me or any other person entrusted with the humongous task has to constantly run after him balancing food plates in one hand, so as to stuff the next morsel in His Highness’ mouth. We are often screamed at for not realizing that He is not finished with His mouthful as yet.
The only easy way out is to put Cartoon Network which has the magical powers to dazzle him totally. He keeps his mouth open all the time while watching the world of animation and this eases the task for us manifolds. Also as he sits glued in front of the screen like a stone, this helps save us lot of calories. However this option weighs too heavily on our moralities and is mostly not taken recourse to. I strongly feel that in state of total crisis, Cartoon Network is the best anti-dote for all hysteria.
Although this fellow can’t read a full sentence but insists that he must be bought all those glossy paged story books. So who reads them for him??? Obviously me - mind you - not once or twice but close to 100 times over and over again.
Of course visiting shopping centers or even local kiraana shops can be an experience when he is around. He is innovative in his techniques so if crying has become too stale and boring, he can howl, scream or best simply refuse to walk or move an inch from the spot. At times to spice up things and add up visual treat for on lookers he adds up acts of physical audacity by simply spreading on the floor - there and then.
Great men have said: that curiosity for the world around makes the child inquisitive.
There are times when I have won the battle for TV. Even if it so happens that through much cajoling and promises for future goodies, one gets to watch anything else but cartoons BEWARE : one may be smothered with questions of plain curiosity like kyoun, kaise (hows and whys) which by default find a way to attach themselves to every answer that one manages for the previous set. Yes, with a 5 yr old it is possible. With a 5 year old anything is possible…..
I can go on and on with all these things and incidents or I can end this post with one line: despite everything, we all adore him. Don’t ask me the kyoun and kaise behind this. I have no possible rational answers for this one :):):)
Wednesday, July 11
Sunday, July 8
Aie dil-e nadaan
Aie dil-e nadaan……
Aarzo? kya hai ?
Justo-joo kya hai?
Aie dil-e nadaan….
Hum bhatakte hain…
Kyoun bhatakte hain??
Dashto - sehra main
Aisa lagta hai
Mauj pyaasi hai
Apne dariya main
Kaisi uljhan hai….
Kyoun yeh uljhan hai
Aek saaya sa
Rubaru kya hai??
Aie dil-e nadaan
Aie dil-e nadaan……
Aarzo? kya hai ?
Justo-joo kya hai?
Kya kayaamat hai…..
Kya museebat hai….
Keh nahin sakte
Kisska armaan hai
Zindagi jaise
Khoi - khoi hai
Hairaan - hairaan hai
Yeh zameen chup hai..
Aasmaan chup hai…
Fir yeh dhadkan see
Chaaro - soon kya hai
Aie dil-e nadaan..
Aie dil-e nadaan……
Aarzo? kya hai ?
Justo-joo kya hai?
Aie dil-e nadaan….
Hum bhatakte hain…
Kyoun bhatakte hain??
Dashto - sehra main
Aisa lagta hai
Mauj pyaasi hai
Apne dariya main
Kaisi uljhan hai….
Kyoun yeh uljhan hai
Aek saaya sa
Rubaru kya hai??
Aie dil-e nadaan
Aie dil-e nadaan……
Aarzo? kya hai ?
Justo-joo kya hai?
Kya kayaamat hai…..
Kya museebat hai….
Keh nahin sakte
Kisska armaan hai
Zindagi jaise
Khoi - khoi hai
Hairaan - hairaan hai
Yeh zameen chup hai..
Aasmaan chup hai…
Fir yeh dhadkan see
Chaaro - soon kya hai
Aie dil-e nadaan..
Thursday, July 5
Saturday, June 16
Thursday, June 14
Diplomacy
Once upon a time in zzzland, there lived two eligible prince charmings :Champat kumar and Champak kumar. Champat kumar was tall and dandy and Champak kumar had the advantage of family and tradition.
Then to add a point to the tale, there was an Apple pie too. As expected she was sweet and sweeter…:d
Sadly in zzzland, people have fetish for ironies and so does the creator of the trio : Champat kumar, Champak kumar and Apple pie.
As the norm would have it, Apple pie waits demurely to be grabbed by the faster of the two but you see, she was the modern day liberated pie. She decided that it was about time she chose who it was going to be or if it was going to be anyone at all……
By the way, did i mention - she was in possession of an otherwise useless but over-sized, extra- logical brain.
So Apple pie introduced the element of diplomacy to the equation. Now what is the ground rule for diplomacy?
lets see:
Two parties have obvious, overt, antagonistic interests ------meaning ------the welfare/fulfillment of one's (interests) shall automatically mean absolute loss of the other..
So to please and pacify – already on the brink- junta, who is otherwise all too willing to de-throne the leaders, a diplomat engages his/her counterpart in an act of diplomacy.
Initially both brag about their individual concerns,, issues…bla bla bla…..
And later at some stage of mutual exhaustion, both introduce such an absurd condition for peace on the other, that it cannot be accepted by the other without surrendering its primary interest which s/he is there to preserve in the first place.
So what is achieved at the end is as a zero-sum condition.
Now it is natural if one were to ask, what does anyone to gain out of this obvious total sham? ???
The answer is : Golden state of status quo. Nothing-No one moves not even an inch. Everything stays just the same.
Diplomat bhai log are happy because they never seek a solution anyways- you see, the problem must stay for the logic of their own survival as leaders…so as long as the problem stays, they stay too.
No love is lost. Who is fooled- the pacified junta…..
These days Apple pie is found grinning ear to ear in zzzland
Oh yes!! Although there are no happily ever afters---
Oh come on she shall survive…not to worry--- she is not seeking any either
Saturday, June 9
Kalpa Taru
i wish to be a lush green tree - an innocent witnessing child.
as i thrive on the blessed love of my mother who nourishes me from her compassionate womb. she - the earth sustains me - so that i grow lush and strong.
i am the 'green saari' of hers whom she drapes around her waist to protect her chastity.
tired souls, battered beings seek comfort in the silent re-assurance of my existence. i feel honourably fulfilled to shower my soothing shade upon my creator's creation.
times when greedy hands rob me off, when unconscious - unaware existences vandalise. when there is unrelenting heat and unkept promises by monsoons and others. .....
still my source - my mother- shall bequeath me with the last drop of her life-giving blood. for me her child to sustain.
and so shall i be - as she wants me to be.
that wish granting tree - the kalpa- taru.
as i thrive on the blessed love of my mother who nourishes me from her compassionate womb. she - the earth sustains me - so that i grow lush and strong.
i am the 'green saari' of hers whom she drapes around her waist to protect her chastity.
tired souls, battered beings seek comfort in the silent re-assurance of my existence. i feel honourably fulfilled to shower my soothing shade upon my creator's creation.
times when greedy hands rob me off, when unconscious - unaware existences vandalise. when there is unrelenting heat and unkept promises by monsoons and others. .....
still my source - my mother- shall bequeath me with the last drop of her life-giving blood. for me her child to sustain.
and so shall i be - as she wants me to be.
that wish granting tree - the kalpa- taru.
Tuesday, May 29
Monday, May 28
HUMILITY - 28th May '07
I make no claims to wisdom, but i am learning in this life.....one of the chapters from my lessons
Vanity corrodes the character. A woman's vanity can be the most unfortunate as well as the most lethal quality having within its womb the seeds of such unfortunate destruction.
it can bring discord and animosity within the family, sour relationships, cause wars and bring down empires.
This is what History cautioned civilizations when she laid bare her darkest secrets over time.
At the moment when Draupadi called out to Duryodhan and ridiculed him, she must have turned deaf to the gentle reminders of traditional wisdom. Humility was sacrificed when her docile mannerisms faded in comparison to the mesmerizing headiness of a woman's vanity - held inside her proud breast.
Vanity can blind one completely to the most obvious. the dizzying highs of ego's flight are bound to make her ignore the ditches that lie right in front - ignore the obvious - and justify everything---just about everything.
When age long wisdom tells us that humility is the beauty that survives through time - vanity can make a 'beautiful woman' lose her priceless 'jewels' of unconditional love and dross- free compassion.
I learnt my lesson and pray to 'Buddha' - The Great Master - I may always remember this one.
Amen.
Vanity corrodes the character. A woman's vanity can be the most unfortunate as well as the most lethal quality having within its womb the seeds of such unfortunate destruction.
it can bring discord and animosity within the family, sour relationships, cause wars and bring down empires.
This is what History cautioned civilizations when she laid bare her darkest secrets over time.
At the moment when Draupadi called out to Duryodhan and ridiculed him, she must have turned deaf to the gentle reminders of traditional wisdom. Humility was sacrificed when her docile mannerisms faded in comparison to the mesmerizing headiness of a woman's vanity - held inside her proud breast.
Vanity can blind one completely to the most obvious. the dizzying highs of ego's flight are bound to make her ignore the ditches that lie right in front - ignore the obvious - and justify everything---just about everything.
When age long wisdom tells us that humility is the beauty that survives through time - vanity can make a 'beautiful woman' lose her priceless 'jewels' of unconditional love and dross- free compassion.
I learnt my lesson and pray to 'Buddha' - The Great Master - I may always remember this one.
Amen.
Sunday, May 27
does it help?
there are certain things in life which have no possible explanations.
certain acts which cannot be justified.
certain secrets which can never be shared.....
neverthless
wishing luck
zzz
Wednesday, May 23
Tuesday, May 22
goli maaro bheje main....;)
i have come to realize that this entity called mind loves playing tricks with me all the time. last night i had this weirdest dream..... my mind was up to playing tricks .....
what did i dream???
well....its almost embarrassing. i was amazed that not only did i dream of this person, but that i was kinda 'getting cosy' with this person in some far off place !!!
so this was outrageous.. it was otherwise a beautiful dream because i saw so many lovely things....as if the entire sky line was a mammoth LCD screen, with fire works and what not. and yes all this in full colour!!! yes i do get them in colour many times.
so i get up i the morning and am overwhelmed with this complicated and very ambivalent feel....i am amazed at the audacity of my mind as well as the creative expression and the overall beauty of the experience. yes it was like a dream!!!
now, coming to the point of writing this post and going 'public' with this experience is certainly not to titillate. i am more keen on sharing my experiment with the disciplining of this mind thing.
i must confess that i have a tendency to float into a stream of almost uncontrollable and often no purpose thoughts. having had the experience of this rather extra- ordinary dream, it was quite likely that i would have indulged into the 'enchanting' task of 'thinking' and try and lay bare the psychological reasons - like - why did i dream this? what does it indicate? and all the rest.
however today i experimented a little and began to simply 'witness' this whole issue.
firstly, i reminded my brain (mind you my logical brain) that this is merely a dream..which in itself is merely an extension of the various wanted or un -wanted thoughts which i get in a day (as a result of my total reactions to people, things, situations which most of the times are beyond my control- yes except for my reactions).
so, cutting through all the maze of illusion which the mind seeks to spin around....would i be doing justice to my own overall sense of balance and stability..if i were to treat it as anything more than that? should i allow my thought process to go in an overdrive and entangle myself in the de-stabalizing emotional ripples that it may generate?
and the answer that i received was a clear cut - unambiguous- stout NO.
so this is what i did...
i simply smiled at the audacity of my mind and told it to stop playing games with me. i clearly told it to shut up.
he hehe this time this bheja knew who the real master is :))
what did i dream???
well....its almost embarrassing. i was amazed that not only did i dream of this person, but that i was kinda 'getting cosy' with this person in some far off place !!!
so this was outrageous.. it was otherwise a beautiful dream because i saw so many lovely things....as if the entire sky line was a mammoth LCD screen, with fire works and what not. and yes all this in full colour!!! yes i do get them in colour many times.
so i get up i the morning and am overwhelmed with this complicated and very ambivalent feel....i am amazed at the audacity of my mind as well as the creative expression and the overall beauty of the experience. yes it was like a dream!!!
now, coming to the point of writing this post and going 'public' with this experience is certainly not to titillate. i am more keen on sharing my experiment with the disciplining of this mind thing.
i must confess that i have a tendency to float into a stream of almost uncontrollable and often no purpose thoughts. having had the experience of this rather extra- ordinary dream, it was quite likely that i would have indulged into the 'enchanting' task of 'thinking' and try and lay bare the psychological reasons - like - why did i dream this? what does it indicate? and all the rest.
however today i experimented a little and began to simply 'witness' this whole issue.
firstly, i reminded my brain (mind you my logical brain) that this is merely a dream..which in itself is merely an extension of the various wanted or un -wanted thoughts which i get in a day (as a result of my total reactions to people, things, situations which most of the times are beyond my control- yes except for my reactions).
so, cutting through all the maze of illusion which the mind seeks to spin around....would i be doing justice to my own overall sense of balance and stability..if i were to treat it as anything more than that? should i allow my thought process to go in an overdrive and entangle myself in the de-stabalizing emotional ripples that it may generate?
and the answer that i received was a clear cut - unambiguous- stout NO.
so this is what i did...
i simply smiled at the audacity of my mind and told it to stop playing games with me. i clearly told it to shut up.
he hehe this time this bheja knew who the real master is :))
Friday, May 18
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