December 13, 2013

खबर कुछ ऐसी है...

Death I know is of a different sort
 I see people who are alive but lifeless.
I see people long deceased still living in hearts and dreams.
Life after death; how it will be?
I do not know.

If I belong to hell or heaven who shall know?
Let me create a history rather than wait.
Wait for the mystery.
Yes, wait for the mystery.
The mystery called death
Death with all that it holds.

Let me have control over my present trip
The man on the bull shall take over the reign when I leave
Do not make hell here and take away its charm
Do not forget that tomorrow you may be in its arms.
The person who sees hell here may be in for surprise
The gates of heaven wait for him open and wide.

Enjoy life as it comes
About our expiry date, we are dumb.
Who knows what moment is our last?
Today is our present
Tomorrow it will be past.
Love, live, care, fear
Leave all the rest.

Why worry about that adventure that lies next
Maybe it will be better than all that earth can profess.
May be the lanes there are brighter and cleaner
May be no holy water is needed for there is no sinner
May be the soul reaches the other side pure?
Anxiety for the unseen shall make it tough.

Just a plea dear death
When the fall is near
Come without any fuss!

Written in response to "What do you think happens after one dies? Bring out the best creative imagination to explain."  #DeathisBeginning

November 7, 2013

Tarla Dalal No More

Think about food !

The first person who comes to the mind is Tarla Dalal.

A savior to so many housewives and office going ladies.Her recipes originated from the household;d items. The dishes were churned out to satisfy the palette of children and elders alike. She also had a series of books specially designed for the children aged 2-5 years of age. A woman who made the cooking an art, herself remained down to earth forever.She was also awarded by the center for her excellence in her domain.

Rest in peace madam.

September 13, 2013

Happiness and You

Everybody talks about Happiness. However, each person will have his or her own definition for it. What is happiness?
This part of speech means 'to be in high spirits' or 'satisfied'. It is a tough task to achieve. It coexists with contentment. Often people regard contentment as lower want to strive for more. Is it right?
No, this approach to life is entirely wrong. A person should learn to enjoy what he has. Alongside, work for a better tomorrow. A person himself has to work upon the craft of living happy.
Happiness is a blessing. This blessing is the easiest way to look smarter, younger, and sparkling forever. There are no tricks to can make a person happy. It is a gradual process, which requires small efforts.

September 5, 2013

Mentors Or Tormentors - Unholy Acts of Holy Men

Happy teacher’s day to all who contribute in some way to establish a healthy society. Since the past few days some ‘Gurus’ have created a havoc in the minds of people and the basis of teacher student relation is under scrutiny. 
Well, guruji’s are supposed to have left the worldly pleasures for the lord himself. To attain the Moksha and have a good karma record they choose the path. However, what we viewed or heard was anything but the path of contentment. Would not you agree?
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September 4, 2013

Lost Childhood Friend

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I fondly remember my childhood days particularly, the winter holidays. Every winter we used to come to my nani’s place. There I had made a special fiend. One I called my best friend. Our rendezvous was an annual affair but the bonding was quite tough. My nani tells me we were toddlers when we started playing together. Therefore, this event happened a long time ago.
I still remember my ‘chaddi buddy’. Maybe, as children the senses are raw and receptive so friendships last lifelong. Those 30 days were just splendid. Then, something happened and we permanently shifted to Delhi. Everybody started talking how the friendship brought us together, how we shall grow up with each other’s company. Though we lived far from her house, still we met each weekend. It was because of her that I never realized the transition from my hometown to Delhi.
Six months passed happily and then came the news. We both became quiet after that. The friendship of seven years was under the hammer of distances. Her father was transferred to Gujarat. Within a month, she had to shift.
 We used to cry together. Then came the day she had to leave. I took a day off from school. I wanted to see her off before she left. We were 6 years old when we parted. Then there were occasional exchange of letters. As time passed, my nani too shifted and then the correspondence stopped. We moved ahead in our lives.
Nevertheless, I still remember her once a while. I do not know if she has memories of me. Childhood gave me a gift of friendship that still lingers on with me.  Today my child is as old as I was when our friendship blossomed. He too has a friend who he refuses to part with. May be life comes a full circle.
Interestingly, I still remember the names of her parents, brother, and the school they went. I have a picture inside me of us playing together. I even tried to search for her. Facebook, orkut but then so many people share that name that it is tough to find her. I know we have drifted on different paths and have become individuals who are different from their childhood avatars. Still, someday, I hope to meet her just once.
You are fondly remembered dear friend!

August 23, 2013

एक और निर्भया

एक और निर्भया 

कल की है ये खबर 
एक और निर्भया मिली इधर 
फिर वो जानवर आये थे 
फिर इस कानून  व्यवस्था के 
चिथड़े उड़ाए थे। 

Handle With Love



 Interestingly, no person in this world would want to handle them with love. No matter how much they talk about love, handling love ; all loathe the existence of this particular chapter. They just cannot handle it; leave alone the part of living.
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What do you have to say lovely people who carry them around? Do you love those love handles?  Dissent, will be the unanimous response. This is something that has nothing to do with love. Still, at some point or the other occupies the mind and soul of men and women around the world. I fail to understand why and how it got its name. As far as I know they are not the result of love nor are they loved be anyone. Still, to add pinch of salt to wounds they are called love handles.

Interestingly, women are not the only ones affected by them. Men too come under their grasp. Some pain we both share.  Irony is that the cushions around the midriff do anything but protect the poor body. Their mere presence is a sign of unforeseen danger that waits for us in the future.  

Diets to dieting, exercises to body detoxify nothing seems to work against it. This love is tough to handle. The best part (sic) no matter if your size is ‘Medium’ with a petite frame. The love that hangs around you will make automatically shift you to group ‘Large’. Some progression all women will hate.

Even the best bodies seem carry the burden of this not so lovable flab around. There are sites dedicated to this topic. However, no firm solution seems to come up. Apathy is that to reduce their presence each individual needs to find a way of their own. It is a hit and trial method.
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 Many people do not even know that they are carrying an excess baggage of love around.  People are happy with the ‘khaatey peetey ghaar ke baandhay hai jee’ attitude. Steps needed to create awareness about this unhealthy trend picking up in the cities. People should learn to love themselves before the handles start loving them.

Eat Healthy.
Sleep sound.
Keep fit.
Spread love.
Stay off Love Handles.
                                                                                     

July 30, 2013

Steps Retraced through the Green


 

I had a dream
A place so serene
Happiness all around
Melody in every sound

Then they appeared
All in color green
I assumed more happiness
Forgot green is also envy unseen

Souls sensed the change
Colours began to fade
Hidden were Shades of gray
Waiting for their prey
Life was alarmed
Heartbeat refused to calm
Sounds changed to noise
Man lost all poise

July 28, 2013

Weekend Woes


This is not about the weekend as such but the weekdays. The thoughts of the past week still would not leave me, stretching my woes to the weekend.

Somehow, right now I feel so elated and light. The week has actually passed. To me it felt like an eternity and not just five days. I was almost feigned that the course the days were taking and the the situations that caught me were determined to undermine me. No matter how much I tried life stood undeterred from its disturbing ways. 

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I know, some people will suggest positive thinking. Though I would like to believe so too but at such times positive thinking is just a state of mind that helps us keep our sanity. Otherwise, the way situations are going deep within ourselves we are aware life will take its course at its own pace. Still, we must applaud man for dividing time into years, month’s weeks, days, hours etc. At least, the pain and confusion we encounter is in by parts. I convinced myself of a less tiring weekend emotionally physically and mentally.

The Irony is that by the time weekend actually knocked at my doors I had lost control. I was almost transformed to a senile cranky wife and and a touchy, subdued Mother. This is not I, I thought. I am generally the last person to lose control but this time…

I was not myself anymore. I had unknowingly surrendered to the gloomy weather, illness and rains that had flooded my life last week...  I vowed I would come out of it and enjoy this weekend. Then something caught my attention. The desk clock surprised me... It was 00.00 Sunday. Yes, you guessed it right while I had been trying to rejuvenate my tired and bored cells Sunday had arrived.

This made my already overfed mind more restless. Another week was to begin in 24 hours. Anxiety peaked up again. I am aware a vicious circle is waiting to entrap the victim again. Mind you this time I am refusing to budge. I will try to love the elapsing time and and try to manage such tough hours in a better way. 

I intend to let the week gone by be by gone. I will start a fresh.
I am hoping for a less chaotic and happier week ahead
Hope you too have a happy week ahead.

July 20, 2013

The Pointed Circle



This is more of a narration than an article based on random thoughts, conjured up just to fulfill a writer’s fixation .Some of it is observations of an individual who consciously or subconsciously observed the very surroundings of his point of existence. It is not a life story as it is mere a part of the long journey borne by me which s rationalized for the purpose of clear understanding and meaningful interpretation.
As with each and every individual, my first lessons were imparted right at home. Here we are not discussing mere intricacies of academia but the never ending and enlightening course of life and in that wholesome atmosphere of love, care and occasional scare one get to study so many aspects of life from elders as well as toddlers. It’s totally up to you to acknowledge it as lesson or just let it pass by as mere another event in process of existence.
 One can say that radius may have increased but circle was still intact. and here in this wholesome atmosphere of love, care and occasional scare one get to study so many aspects of life from toddlers and elders alike. It’s totally up to you to acknowledge it as lesson or just let it pass by as mere another event in process of existence.

July 19, 2013

हैंडसम हंक (Handsome Hunk)

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दूर खड़ा वह हैंडसम लैड
देख उसको प्रीतो जी का मंन हुआ ग्लैड।
आँखें हो न रही थी ब्लिंक
मंन बोला -
मुई उम्र हो क्यों न जाती श्रिंक?
हाय मर जावन किन्ना क्यूट है
दूर से मन लिया लूट रे।

July 18, 2013

Tragic Meals


Tragic meal
Life it steals.
Morning bread
Children are dead.
People without clue
Government is black and blue.
Reason not found.
Spirits watched with astound.
Last heard the dead may rise from the ground.
Committees created.
Justice waited.
It was a sad day
Humanity is ashamed
What else can it say?

July 15, 2013

A little more


Through the high tide
 I assumed I could touch the moon
The tide turned low
I realized where I stood.

Longing for rains
I missed its beauty
The floods tagged along
I realized life has all the tastes
not just sweet.

 

What man desires,
may not always be what he requires.
The urge for more never ceases.
there is more to life
                                  Than what meets the eyes                                  

Is not the horizon beautiful?
Where the waters meet the skies.