Monday, March 31
Monday, March 17
Tuesday, February 26
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
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
Monday, February 11
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.
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.
Thursday, February 7
Wednesday, February 6
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.
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.
Sunday, January 27
:)
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
सामने सबके बोलो कैसे कह दूं
सारी बातें
आज मगर बस
आज मगर बस
इतना ही करना है एकुरार
तुम ही तो लाये हो जीवन में मेरे
तुम ही तो लाये हो जीवन में मेरे
प्यार प्यार प्यार......
कबसे दिल ने मेरे
मान लिया है तुमको अपना
मान लिया है तुमको अपना
आँखें मेरी देख रही हैं
जागते सोते यह सपना
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.....
Monday, January 14
Friday, January 11
Friday, November 30
someone please tell me what are friends for???
who is a friend?
what are they supposed to do?
when are they required to be by ones side??
what are they supposed to do?
when are they required to be by ones side??
Monday, November 5
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
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