I hate it when i have fever. Whole world seems to have stopped. I cant have ice creams and nothing looks good to me. I dont feel like reading, writing or talking. I am irritated with everything available on this earth.
What a useless life. I am looking out of window and i sincerely wish that my body temperature was normal and so was my mind. Only good thing is my teddy tracy. It seems to be healthy always. She is never sick and she doesnt catch cold or fever. God! i want to get well soon. Muje accha ni lag raha hai. I think i can cook my bread on my face, its so damn hot. I cant eat soup and ganda khana. Hope, i am better tomorrow. :(
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Well.. right from my nephew's mind.......
The world has evolved into a complex theme. We have cars, homes, relations, aeroplanes and blah blah blah. I just thought of looking at a simpler angle of life and started with basics.
[ My nephew is my inspiration. He owns no complexity and i love kids, simply because their world is simple and full of honest love.]
A baby is born with a clean slate sleeping mind and no words. He opens his eyes and suddenly sees light all around him. He sees people 10 times his size, but he doesn't know fear, so he yawns and finds them boring. Wonder, does he ever feel that he needed another sweet little non speaking thing by his side? But his life has put him between 200 big and complex creature. He is the only little thing. Still, his blank mind tells him that these big monsters are the only thing who come to him when he cries. So, he is now kind of fine living with these monsters who make funny faces and laugh at him for no reason. [ Well, get into a kids mind, he is thinking like that.]
Now, the kid has started moving his hands and legs and he is curious about life around him. He wants to hold the monster's head and scratch him hard with his tiny nails if he doesnt understand what is in his mind. :) Kid sees a curve on monster's face and he copies it. Hey, look, he is smiling :). Everyone is jumping and little baby is surprised, whats the big deal. He does it all time, what if i did it once. Never mind, these people are crazy! He turns his head and looks for his milk bottle. Now he is drinking his milk and is asking the monster to put his/her hand on his hairless scalp. Ah well, this monster is a little stupid, but fine. He makes this bottle of milk and kind of entertains by making those faces. Else, its quite boring lying on this whole day. Donno, how does this big human walk.
Now, the baby has started prioritizing the monsters. So, ok, this monster is cool, he is always there when i cry and makes better faces. Ok, i prefer to stay in lap of this monster 1, then incase this monster is not there than that monster 2, this monster kinda has access to the outer world, he drives that big machine when he takes me out, so this monster supercedes first two when he is going out else i am fine with 1.
Ok monsters, i have had enough. I see that you guys dont really drink milk, you guys use your mouth. I want to eat too. Okay, this is better than that white milk. Monster 1, " I love you." You are my favourite monster. Now, guys, do i still have to drink white milk. Okay, will do. Help me sit. Monster 2, hold me while i sit, you know i cant. [:D].
I dont know what am i doing :))))))))))))))))) BUT i am sure Noni must have has something like this in his mind when he was born..
[ My nephew is my inspiration. He owns no complexity and i love kids, simply because their world is simple and full of honest love.]
A baby is born with a clean slate sleeping mind and no words. He opens his eyes and suddenly sees light all around him. He sees people 10 times his size, but he doesn't know fear, so he yawns and finds them boring. Wonder, does he ever feel that he needed another sweet little non speaking thing by his side? But his life has put him between 200 big and complex creature. He is the only little thing. Still, his blank mind tells him that these big monsters are the only thing who come to him when he cries. So, he is now kind of fine living with these monsters who make funny faces and laugh at him for no reason. [ Well, get into a kids mind, he is thinking like that.]
Now, the kid has started moving his hands and legs and he is curious about life around him. He wants to hold the monster's head and scratch him hard with his tiny nails if he doesnt understand what is in his mind. :) Kid sees a curve on monster's face and he copies it. Hey, look, he is smiling :). Everyone is jumping and little baby is surprised, whats the big deal. He does it all time, what if i did it once. Never mind, these people are crazy! He turns his head and looks for his milk bottle. Now he is drinking his milk and is asking the monster to put his/her hand on his hairless scalp. Ah well, this monster is a little stupid, but fine. He makes this bottle of milk and kind of entertains by making those faces. Else, its quite boring lying on this whole day. Donno, how does this big human walk.
Now, the baby has started prioritizing the monsters. So, ok, this monster is cool, he is always there when i cry and makes better faces. Ok, i prefer to stay in lap of this monster 1, then incase this monster is not there than that monster 2, this monster kinda has access to the outer world, he drives that big machine when he takes me out, so this monster supercedes first two when he is going out else i am fine with 1.
Ok monsters, i have had enough. I see that you guys dont really drink milk, you guys use your mouth. I want to eat too. Okay, this is better than that white milk. Monster 1, " I love you." You are my favourite monster. Now, guys, do i still have to drink white milk. Okay, will do. Help me sit. Monster 2, hold me while i sit, you know i cant. [:D].
I dont know what am i doing :))))))))))))))))) BUT i am sure Noni must have has something like this in his mind when he was born..
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Well, if i had to choose between million of DVDs, i will pick "friends". I love this serial. Amazingly simple, so close to everyone and the most swiftest of jokes. These DVDs have been my time pass ever since i wrote GMAT. I have plans to finish all 10 seasons. I am left with 5 :).. I love Joey a lot, as i feel he is very very cute. No hang ups, no issues, just himself. And i particularly liked the one that i saw last night. Ross has moved into a new apartment infront of theirs and poor Joey gets to see a hot girl. He goes to the building to meet this girl, only to find Ross opening the door to him.[ Thanks to Joey's sense of direction and mine too :D. ] And then Joey is cho cute. You feel sad that he gets bogged down every time. Joey loves to eat and he prefers pastry to a girl. Something which i can relate to. :) He is absolutely someone you will fall in love with.
Awe.. i love this serial like anything. One stuff which leaves me laughing like mads.
Awe.. i love this serial like anything. One stuff which leaves me laughing like mads.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Journey to the not so knowns........ Part2
Village#2- Off 40+ Kilometers from Bangalore- name: Ravu Gondu
We drove ahead on Kanakpura road and took a left turn to get into another village. A few kilometers down the muddy non existent road, we stooped the car. We got down from the car and started walking towards village. We saw a dairy and a hair dresser. This was a relatively well off village. We moved on to come across a college going boy. To our relief he could communicate in english. We explained our intent to know about their village and see if its feasible to promote it for tourism. Soon, a man walked out a house and asked us to meet dairy secretary. he asked a boy on bicycle to lead us to that person's house.
We reached to a huge and muddy house. A man conversant in english stood infront. He smiled at us and tried to understand our intent. There were muddy houses and fields which i could see from corners of houses. The man told us that he was dairy secretary and also the secretary of some political party. He welcomed us inside house. The house had two big square angans. Around the angans were rooms. He made us sit in one of the rooms, which had tv and glass paintings. This village was surely more prosperous that the first one.
The man took us around to backyard which had a wooden carpentry shop. There was an old bespectacled man cutting wood with axe. This looked like a fairy tale backyard to me. :) There were cows tied at back and way opened to lush green fields. Women as usual were cleaning utensils, carrying wood and washing angan. Kids in this village seemed to have a life of their own as there was no kid on street. The man guided us to a field, he showed us paddy, soya bean and ragi crops.
We followed him to a goshala and then to a small house made of bricks. This house is used for sericulture. There were rectangle wooden boxes with mulberry leaves and with velvet silk worms feeding on it. The boxes were covered with nets all around to save worms from flying. We were told that silk worms pass through four stages lasting for about 28 days, before they can be taken for making silk. The silk cocoons were sold to silk board in Kanakpura. This business was up for two months in an year and the village did silk worm rearing for 100 eggs. This yielded a total of 50kgs of silk yielding shells.
After showing us mulberry trees and fields, he guided us to a path which seemed to be heading towards a temple and ashram. This track was surrounded by green fields on both sides. We could see beautiful hillocks and lush green fields. The track was peaceful and an exciting nature walk every moment. We saw beautiful fields and houses spread all around. After walking for about 1.5 kms we saw a scenic stony hill. We trekked up the hill to reach to a temple. The temple had a story of its own. The pujari told us, that lord hanuman's idol came out of rocks on its own.
As i looked beyond the temple, i saw a beautiful natural waterfall. The beauty of this hill can not be described in words. It was an unfolding mystery at every step. We moved to the top of the hill and found a village bawri [ reservoir of water]. The track ahead had three beautiful sivlingas next to which lay some steps. These steps led us to a beautiful abode of peace amongst the hills. The steps were structured and had well organized pots of plants alingned next to them. We moved ahead to enter through a door. We saw our reflection in the mirror, and moved head to find out if someone resided in that house. A lady stepped out and directed us to a staircase. We climbed the stairs to reach to an area which opened to green scenic beauty of that hill. We were greeted by a sweet and fair lady who could converse in english. We entered into a room, which was like a cave, the walls were painted and it had a small window which was covered with a cloth. There was a bed lying in the corner and there was a lady clad in saffron saree sitting on it. The fair lady told us that the place we were in was an ashram, and the lady sitting on bed was guru maiya. The ashram was constructed by Baba Raam ram as a home for destitute kids. She told us that she was spiritual inheritor of baba. She also showed us the meditation room of Baba Raam Ram. Entire ashram was carved out of caves. The ashram was decorated with hand made potteries which were as beautiful as the heart of kids who made them. This place was a house for 22 kids, who have now moved to Dharwad for studies.
The lady talked about spirituality and Baba Raam Ram. I looked at two kids who had found home in this ashram years back. They were young, decent and with a future that this self less service by Baba had granted to them.
We were offered pooran poli and vadas by the ashram, which was a relief to our hungry stomachs. Lady showed us the ashram and we moved back to the track from where we started but with lot to introspect and think of.
Explaining some of the messages by lady would take another blog.
We started back for Bangalore. In the way, we stopped at art of living ashram, a place where meditation is packaged and commercialized for riches, and is freely available for poor. The campus is enormous and beautiful. We meditated for half and hour and moved on with life..........
Outcomes:
- Village has potential and means to grow.
- Needs right networking so that villagers can earn more by eradicating middle men.
- Silk culture can be promoted at a larger scale.
- Women can commercialize their art and craft. They are relatively well organized.
- Given its proximity to hills, this can be an attractive spot for tourists.
- Village needs some improvement on roads.
- People are relatively educated and aware. It makes sense to ask art of living group to enable these people for good.
We drove ahead on Kanakpura road and took a left turn to get into another village. A few kilometers down the muddy non existent road, we stooped the car. We got down from the car and started walking towards village. We saw a dairy and a hair dresser. This was a relatively well off village. We moved on to come across a college going boy. To our relief he could communicate in english. We explained our intent to know about their village and see if its feasible to promote it for tourism. Soon, a man walked out a house and asked us to meet dairy secretary. he asked a boy on bicycle to lead us to that person's house.
We reached to a huge and muddy house. A man conversant in english stood infront. He smiled at us and tried to understand our intent. There were muddy houses and fields which i could see from corners of houses. The man told us that he was dairy secretary and also the secretary of some political party. He welcomed us inside house. The house had two big square angans. Around the angans were rooms. He made us sit in one of the rooms, which had tv and glass paintings. This village was surely more prosperous that the first one.
The man took us around to backyard which had a wooden carpentry shop. There was an old bespectacled man cutting wood with axe. This looked like a fairy tale backyard to me. :) There were cows tied at back and way opened to lush green fields. Women as usual were cleaning utensils, carrying wood and washing angan. Kids in this village seemed to have a life of their own as there was no kid on street. The man guided us to a field, he showed us paddy, soya bean and ragi crops.
We followed him to a goshala and then to a small house made of bricks. This house is used for sericulture. There were rectangle wooden boxes with mulberry leaves and with velvet silk worms feeding on it. The boxes were covered with nets all around to save worms from flying. We were told that silk worms pass through four stages lasting for about 28 days, before they can be taken for making silk. The silk cocoons were sold to silk board in Kanakpura. This business was up for two months in an year and the village did silk worm rearing for 100 eggs. This yielded a total of 50kgs of silk yielding shells.
After showing us mulberry trees and fields, he guided us to a path which seemed to be heading towards a temple and ashram. This track was surrounded by green fields on both sides. We could see beautiful hillocks and lush green fields. The track was peaceful and an exciting nature walk every moment. We saw beautiful fields and houses spread all around. After walking for about 1.5 kms we saw a scenic stony hill. We trekked up the hill to reach to a temple. The temple had a story of its own. The pujari told us, that lord hanuman's idol came out of rocks on its own.
As i looked beyond the temple, i saw a beautiful natural waterfall. The beauty of this hill can not be described in words. It was an unfolding mystery at every step. We moved to the top of the hill and found a village bawri [ reservoir of water]. The track ahead had three beautiful sivlingas next to which lay some steps. These steps led us to a beautiful abode of peace amongst the hills. The steps were structured and had well organized pots of plants alingned next to them. We moved ahead to enter through a door. We saw our reflection in the mirror, and moved head to find out if someone resided in that house. A lady stepped out and directed us to a staircase. We climbed the stairs to reach to an area which opened to green scenic beauty of that hill. We were greeted by a sweet and fair lady who could converse in english. We entered into a room, which was like a cave, the walls were painted and it had a small window which was covered with a cloth. There was a bed lying in the corner and there was a lady clad in saffron saree sitting on it. The fair lady told us that the place we were in was an ashram, and the lady sitting on bed was guru maiya. The ashram was constructed by Baba Raam ram as a home for destitute kids. She told us that she was spiritual inheritor of baba. She also showed us the meditation room of Baba Raam Ram. Entire ashram was carved out of caves. The ashram was decorated with hand made potteries which were as beautiful as the heart of kids who made them. This place was a house for 22 kids, who have now moved to Dharwad for studies.
The lady talked about spirituality and Baba Raam Ram. I looked at two kids who had found home in this ashram years back. They were young, decent and with a future that this self less service by Baba had granted to them.
We were offered pooran poli and vadas by the ashram, which was a relief to our hungry stomachs. Lady showed us the ashram and we moved back to the track from where we started but with lot to introspect and think of.
Explaining some of the messages by lady would take another blog.
We started back for Bangalore. In the way, we stopped at art of living ashram, a place where meditation is packaged and commercialized for riches, and is freely available for poor. The campus is enormous and beautiful. We meditated for half and hour and moved on with life..........
Outcomes:
- Village has potential and means to grow.
- Needs right networking so that villagers can earn more by eradicating middle men.
- Silk culture can be promoted at a larger scale.
- Women can commercialize their art and craft. They are relatively well organized.
- Given its proximity to hills, this can be an attractive spot for tourists.
- Village needs some improvement on roads.
- People are relatively educated and aware. It makes sense to ask art of living group to enable these people for good.
Journey to the not so knowns..........Part 1
Village1 - Off 30 kms from Bangalore
Saturday, 15th of Sept 2007. A day which Dhaval, Pritam and myself blocked for a journey to the unknown- The rural part of Karnataka. The day was preceded by rains, but we were determined to start with our first field trip to rural India. Dhaval decided to drive us through this first journey. We all gathered at 7:30 AM infront of Shopper Stop, Banerghatta Road to head towards kanakpura main road off Bangalore.
Multiple questions and thoughts crossed as our car cut across the city roads and traffic. What is the life in village like? How will we manage without knowing language?
We were finally moving away from city crowd and big mansions. We hoped that the influence of city life will be visible in the vicinity of 100 kms around bangalore atleast. But we were only to be proven wrong by our first right turn off 30 kms from bangalore. We were now in a small village with about 100 houses. Houses square in shape, similar in structure, with women cleaning utensils and children running on streets[ Pardon my prejudice, but men seemed to be doing nothing, but for sitting and ordering] . People looked unperturbed by cars as probably they saw many going by that way, however a stopped car did gather a lot of crowd. May be the questions," Do these people have anything to do with us too? They often pass by, but never bother to stop. Do they have anything to take from us? "
We stopped the car next to a small school. Moved out of car to interact with people around. As expected no one knew hindi or english. But as they say, "language has never been a barrier in communication. Communication happens with feelings and eyes. If they are right, you will put across your message." One kid guided us to a tall man sitting infront of a big house. To our relief, he knew hindi. We explained our purpose of visiting village to him. We expressed our desire to know more about village, its scenic beauty, its potential to be a host to weekend travellers and willingness of villagers to accept such travellers. As usual, there was an air of doubts and questions, which we tried to clarify by explaining our purpose and intent. While we were talking it out to the tall man, kids had already built the trust and started jumping around us. Their innocent eyes looking at our cameras and videos with an awe. Pritam started shooting videos and befriending with kids. I smiled and moved ahead to ask their name. The reaction to smile was spontaneous, but understanding my question regarding their name was difficult. Somehow we started introducing each other.
The tall man, who seemed to be some accepted authority in village asked some kids to take us around village. We headed to some narrow muddy gullies. Kids were jumping and dancing out of excitement and thrill of being captured in camera. We moved ahead.. Some shy women-smiling from the corner of their angans, some old women- looking out of anxiety at us, the herd of kids -getting larger with every passing home. We saw goats, buffaloes, cows. Dhaval managed to speak some broken Telugu and hence tried to communicate with two kid leaders[ Yep, leadership skills are out at every level, some people do stand apart:)]. They thought we had gone to take them to bangalore, we told that we had come to their village to open doors for people to travel their village, meet those people and experience their life. Some pictures, some writing and some school going kids opened a course of conversation which had no common language, but lots of innocence and acceptance. I was touched by their simplicity and ability to take life heads on. They are satisfied and happy. City fascinates them because poverty in village can not hold them. And i knew that they were right. There was nothing hi tech in their life. Bangalore's prosperity and fame got nothing evidently changed beyond the city limits.
Another way of looking at it was, that they still preserve the culture, innocence and trust that Bangalore had lost in mad run. We wanted to enable village economy, we wanted to let more and more people visit villages as tourists and we saw that there is still a lot of Indian future growing under the shadow of ignorance and no education.
We were taken by kids to a clean, small house. A lady prepared sweet sugared coffee for all of us. We sat in a room while the kids around jumped and played. The village was open and generous. Smiles here and smiles there. The intelligent girl from village who could read english came to the house. I tried explaining some things to her, but could just figure out that she is a very good singer. I came out of the house and was attracted by a beautiful rangoli infront of an angan. A pretty girl came out of the house and welcomed me in. The house was clean and well kept. It had a TV and cable connection. She smiled and i smiled, i knew there isnt more we could have expressed given that words were a limitation. I tried to tell her that i loved the art that lay at her doorstep. I knew that i wanted to tell her that you are the powers to keep these kids happy with whatever little you have, but words were a limitation. She put her hand on my head and let me go. Choolha is still a fate for women in villages. India enables big automation, but gas cylinder is still a far seen luxury. Despite all these non existent marks of necessities for a life today, there was a smile, a power and innocence. There were dreams, but satisfaction was bigger. And i saw the future of India dancing on streets, unaware of GDP, growth and economy.
We moved out of those muddy gullies to talk to the tall man. We asked him if he will be willing to host travellers on weekends. We wanted people to visit villages, befriend with them and hence open a source of income to villagers. This will also help them build awareness of outside world and their rights to get educated. The tall man looked happy. He assured that he will plan and co ordinate with us.
We headed towards our cars with hope and sheer joy of being loved. Kids followed us to the car. We bid them good bye and moved on for our search for Village#2........................
Outcome:
-Village has immense scope for promoting education
-Mechanized farming can help unleash a lot of potential from this land
-Rural Homestay could be a good option to generate ready income and build village network
-More people visit villages, more it features on maps, better gets its voting visibility and hence roads and infrastructure :)
Saturday, 15th of Sept 2007. A day which Dhaval, Pritam and myself blocked for a journey to the unknown- The rural part of Karnataka. The day was preceded by rains, but we were determined to start with our first field trip to rural India. Dhaval decided to drive us through this first journey. We all gathered at 7:30 AM infront of Shopper Stop, Banerghatta Road to head towards kanakpura main road off Bangalore.
Multiple questions and thoughts crossed as our car cut across the city roads and traffic. What is the life in village like? How will we manage without knowing language?
We were finally moving away from city crowd and big mansions. We hoped that the influence of city life will be visible in the vicinity of 100 kms around bangalore atleast. But we were only to be proven wrong by our first right turn off 30 kms from bangalore. We were now in a small village with about 100 houses. Houses square in shape, similar in structure, with women cleaning utensils and children running on streets[ Pardon my prejudice, but men seemed to be doing nothing, but for sitting and ordering] . People looked unperturbed by cars as probably they saw many going by that way, however a stopped car did gather a lot of crowd. May be the questions," Do these people have anything to do with us too? They often pass by, but never bother to stop. Do they have anything to take from us? "
We stopped the car next to a small school. Moved out of car to interact with people around. As expected no one knew hindi or english. But as they say, "language has never been a barrier in communication. Communication happens with feelings and eyes. If they are right, you will put across your message." One kid guided us to a tall man sitting infront of a big house. To our relief, he knew hindi. We explained our purpose of visiting village to him. We expressed our desire to know more about village, its scenic beauty, its potential to be a host to weekend travellers and willingness of villagers to accept such travellers. As usual, there was an air of doubts and questions, which we tried to clarify by explaining our purpose and intent. While we were talking it out to the tall man, kids had already built the trust and started jumping around us. Their innocent eyes looking at our cameras and videos with an awe. Pritam started shooting videos and befriending with kids. I smiled and moved ahead to ask their name. The reaction to smile was spontaneous, but understanding my question regarding their name was difficult. Somehow we started introducing each other.
The tall man, who seemed to be some accepted authority in village asked some kids to take us around village. We headed to some narrow muddy gullies. Kids were jumping and dancing out of excitement and thrill of being captured in camera. We moved ahead.. Some shy women-smiling from the corner of their angans, some old women- looking out of anxiety at us, the herd of kids -getting larger with every passing home. We saw goats, buffaloes, cows. Dhaval managed to speak some broken Telugu and hence tried to communicate with two kid leaders[ Yep, leadership skills are out at every level, some people do stand apart:)]. They thought we had gone to take them to bangalore, we told that we had come to their village to open doors for people to travel their village, meet those people and experience their life. Some pictures, some writing and some school going kids opened a course of conversation which had no common language, but lots of innocence and acceptance. I was touched by their simplicity and ability to take life heads on. They are satisfied and happy. City fascinates them because poverty in village can not hold them. And i knew that they were right. There was nothing hi tech in their life. Bangalore's prosperity and fame got nothing evidently changed beyond the city limits.
Another way of looking at it was, that they still preserve the culture, innocence and trust that Bangalore had lost in mad run. We wanted to enable village economy, we wanted to let more and more people visit villages as tourists and we saw that there is still a lot of Indian future growing under the shadow of ignorance and no education.
We were taken by kids to a clean, small house. A lady prepared sweet sugared coffee for all of us. We sat in a room while the kids around jumped and played. The village was open and generous. Smiles here and smiles there. The intelligent girl from village who could read english came to the house. I tried explaining some things to her, but could just figure out that she is a very good singer. I came out of the house and was attracted by a beautiful rangoli infront of an angan. A pretty girl came out of the house and welcomed me in. The house was clean and well kept. It had a TV and cable connection. She smiled and i smiled, i knew there isnt more we could have expressed given that words were a limitation. I tried to tell her that i loved the art that lay at her doorstep. I knew that i wanted to tell her that you are the powers to keep these kids happy with whatever little you have, but words were a limitation. She put her hand on my head and let me go. Choolha is still a fate for women in villages. India enables big automation, but gas cylinder is still a far seen luxury. Despite all these non existent marks of necessities for a life today, there was a smile, a power and innocence. There were dreams, but satisfaction was bigger. And i saw the future of India dancing on streets, unaware of GDP, growth and economy.
We moved out of those muddy gullies to talk to the tall man. We asked him if he will be willing to host travellers on weekends. We wanted people to visit villages, befriend with them and hence open a source of income to villagers. This will also help them build awareness of outside world and their rights to get educated. The tall man looked happy. He assured that he will plan and co ordinate with us.
We headed towards our cars with hope and sheer joy of being loved. Kids followed us to the car. We bid them good bye and moved on for our search for Village#2........................
Outcome:
-Village has immense scope for promoting education
-Mechanized farming can help unleash a lot of potential from this land
-Rural Homestay could be a good option to generate ready income and build village network
-More people visit villages, more it features on maps, better gets its voting visibility and hence roads and infrastructure :)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Love at first sight with Noni..........
Noni is a soft and pink, little baby. He was born on 6th dec, 2005. He has papa, mummy, dadi, bua and half a room full of toys.His favourite toys are Winnie the Pooh, Crying doll and Gajju- the elephant. A naughty baby who loves one and all.
Noni was my love at first site. When i saw him, he was 30 mins old and innocent and sweet. He did not know how to speak or even open his eyes. It was an amazing feeling to see such a tiny life. Noni was born premature , so was taken to ICU within moments. I had been the youngest in my home for years, so was extremely excited to see someone younger than me. 5 mins of glance of such a beauty was not enough for me. I got greedy, i sneaked into ICU and stood next to his incubator, waiting for him to open his eyes and see me. He was wearing a little red frock, which was supposed to be my frock when i was as little as him. After 20 mins of faking to be Noni's mother and standing next to his incubator, he finally decided to open his eyes to see me. They were tiny little shining bulbs. The feeling can not be expressed in words. I knew i was hooked for lifetime. I got more greedy, i wanted to hold him in my arms now, but nurse refused to take him out. Noni moved his hands and legs and yawned after looking at me. I jumped out of sheer joy. This is going to be exciting. A little baby to play with and that too 24 hours. :)... I was detected to be an illegitimate entry in ICU and a trainee doctor came to me and told me that i had to go out before senior doctor comes for next round. I was a little sad, till he told me that i could come and sit with my nephew after 10 at night, provided i dont tell anyone about the privilege. He made me even happier by telling that Noni was a very cute baby and that even he liked to look at him after every half an hour.
Noni was my love at first site. When i saw him, he was 30 mins old and innocent and sweet. He did not know how to speak or even open his eyes. It was an amazing feeling to see such a tiny life. Noni was born premature , so was taken to ICU within moments. I had been the youngest in my home for years, so was extremely excited to see someone younger than me. 5 mins of glance of such a beauty was not enough for me. I got greedy, i sneaked into ICU and stood next to his incubator, waiting for him to open his eyes and see me. He was wearing a little red frock, which was supposed to be my frock when i was as little as him. After 20 mins of faking to be Noni's mother and standing next to his incubator, he finally decided to open his eyes to see me. They were tiny little shining bulbs. The feeling can not be expressed in words. I knew i was hooked for lifetime. I got more greedy, i wanted to hold him in my arms now, but nurse refused to take him out. Noni moved his hands and legs and yawned after looking at me. I jumped out of sheer joy. This is going to be exciting. A little baby to play with and that too 24 hours. :)... I was detected to be an illegitimate entry in ICU and a trainee doctor came to me and told me that i had to go out before senior doctor comes for next round. I was a little sad, till he told me that i could come and sit with my nephew after 10 at night, provided i dont tell anyone about the privilege. He made me even happier by telling that Noni was a very cute baby and that even he liked to look at him after every half an hour.
Noni came back home after 15 days. Now he was completely my property. He was turning out to be nasty. He did not sleep, played 24 hours and dont even talk about the mess that he made each one of clean. BUT, his smile was priceless. I was always in double mind before leaving for office. Bhaiya asked me to take a 7 days leave and stay with him, so that i could concentrate on work. I took leaves, but Noni was an excitement every minute. 7 days were not enough. I would come back from office to see Noni lying on sofa and smiling. He was innocent and dependent. He knew how to express. He would throw his hands and legs in air out of joy. I can never forget the kind of reception he gave me when i came back home. It was fun to see a little baby drinking milk from bottle. I used to ask mum if he dsnt get bored of drinking white cow milk every day. Doesnt he feel like eating ice creams and chocolate. Everyone jumped at my question and asked me to not to give him ice creams as he is too young. BUT, noni threw his legs in the air. I knew he wanted ice cream. One fine day when eone was asleep, i took some icecream, heated it and gave a spoon to Noni. Since then, Noni and me are best pals. Noni knows that he can ask his bua for a pram ride or ask her to crawl on her legs and play with him.
Noni........ Part-2.. to be written..
Friday, September 14, 2007
Madhushala
The beauty of this poem is in the way poet has captured each and every element of life by drawing synergy with liquor. He has mentioned life as a journey to madhushala. His description of bringing out illusionary state called "Life" is something which strikes me everytime i read it. I like the fact that this poem has so much hidden in it that it unfolds with every reading. And as far as i know, the poet had never drunk ever in his life. I find his imagination amazingly beautiful.
Madhushaala
madira meiN jaane ko ghar se chaltaa hai peenewaala
kis path se jaaooN asmanjas meiN hai wo bhola bhaala
alag alag pathu batalaathi sab paR maiN ye bataata hooN
raah pakaD tu ek chalaa-chal paa jaayega madhushaala
sun kal-kal chal-chal madhu-ghaT se girti pyalOn meiN haala
sun run Jhun-Jhun chal witran karti madhusa ki baala
bas aa pahunche door nahiN kuch chaar kadam aur chalna hai
chahak rahe sun peene waale mehak rahi le madhushaala
naal sura kee dhaar lapaT see keh na dena ise jwaaLa
madira hai math isko keh dena uRR ka chaala
dard nasha hai is madira ka wigat smritiyaN saaqi haiN
peeDa meiN anand jise ho aaye meri madhushaala
dharm-grandh sab jala chuki hai jiske antar kee jwaala
mandir masjid girje sab ko toD chuka jo matwaala
panDit momin paadriyoN ke fandoN ko jo kaat chuka
kar sakti hai aaj usee ka swaagat meri madhushaala
laalayeet adhRoN se jisne haaye nahiN choomi haala
harshit kampit kar se jisne haay madhu ka chooaa pyaala
haath pakaD kar lajjit saaqi ko paas nahiN jisne kheencha
wyarth sukha Daali jeewan kee usne mahdumay madhushaala
bane pujaari premi saaqi ganga jal paawan haala
rahe ferta awirat gati se madhu ke pyaaloN kee maala
aur leeye jaa aur peeye jaa isi mantr ka jaap keeye jaa
maiN shiv ki pratima ban baiThooN mandir ho ye madhushaala
ek baras meiN ek baar hee jagti holi kee jwaala
ek baar hee lagti baaji jalti deepoN kee maala
duniya waaloN kintu kisi din aa madiraalay meiN dekho
din meiN holi raat diwaali roz manaati madhushaala
adharon par ho koee bhi ras jiwha par lagti haalaa
han jag ho koee haathon mein lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
har surat saaqi ki surat mein parivartit ho jaati
aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi aankhon mein hae Madhushaalaa.
sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hai jisme maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maiN hi saaqi banta maiN hi peene waala banta hoon
jahan kahin mil baithe hum tum wahiN gaee ho madhushaala
do din hee madhu muJhe pilaa kar oob uthi saaqi baalaa
bhar kar ab khiska detee hai woh mere aage pyaalaa
naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab haaye pilaanaa door hua
ab to kar detee hai kewal farz-adaaee madhushaalaa
choTe se jeewaN meiN kitna pyaar karooN peelooN haala
aane ke hee saath jagat meiN kehlaaya jaane-waala
swaagat ke hee saath wida ki hothi dekhi tayyaari
band lagi hone khulte hee meri jeewan madhushaala
saant saki ho ab taq saaqi peekar kis uRR kee jwaala
aur aur ki raTan lagaata jaata har peene-waala
kitni iKsha ek har jaaNe-waala yahaN choD jaata
kitne aRmaanoN kee bankar qaBr khaDi hai madhushaala
yam aayega saaqi bankar saath liye kaali haala
pee na hosh meiN phir aayega sura wisudh yeh matwaala
yeh antim behoshi antim saaqi antim pyaala hai
pathiK pyaar se peena isko fir na milegee madhushaala
girti jaati hai din-pratidin pRanayani pRaanoN kee haala
maGn hua jaata din-pratidin deen subhge mera tan pyaala
rooth raha hai muJhse roop si din-din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hai din-din sundari meri jeewan madhushaala
Dhalak rahee ho tan ke ghaT se sangini jab jeewanhaala
paaTr garal ka le ab antiM saaqi ho aanewaala
haath paras bhoole pyaale ka swaad sura jiWha bhoole
kaanoN meiN tum kehti rehna madhuKaNN pyaala madhushaala
mere aDharoN par ho na antiM wastu na tulsi-jal pyaala
mere JiWha par ho antiM wastu na ganga-jal haala
mere shaV ke peeche chalne-waaloN yaad ise rakhna
ram-naam hai satya na kehna kehna sachchi madhushaala
mere shaV par wah roYe ho jiske aaNsoo meiN haala
aaH bhare wah jo ho surbhit madeera peekar matwaala
de muJhko wo kaandha jinke pad-mad dag-mag hoNte ho
aur jalooN uss Thaur jahaN par kabhi rahee ho madhushaala
aur chitha par jaaye unDela paatR na ghRith ka par pyaala
GhanT bandhe angoor latha meiN madhya na jal ho par haala
praan-priye yadi SHraadH karO tum mera to aise karna
peene-waaloN ko bulwa kar khulwa dena madhushaala
naam agar pooche koi to kehna bas peene-waala
kaam garal na aur dhaalna sab ke madiroN ka pyaala
jaati priYe pooche yadi koi keh dena deewanoN kee
dharM batana pyaaloN ki le maala japna madhushaala
pitR paKsh meiN putR uThana araGYan na kar meiN par pyaala
baiTh kahiN par jaana ganga sagar meiN bharkar haala
kisi jagaH kee miTTi bheege tRipti muJhe mil jaaYegee
darpan arpan karna muJhko paDh paDh karke "madhushaala"
Madhushaala
madira meiN jaane ko ghar se chaltaa hai peenewaala
kis path se jaaooN asmanjas meiN hai wo bhola bhaala
alag alag pathu batalaathi sab paR maiN ye bataata hooN
raah pakaD tu ek chalaa-chal paa jaayega madhushaala
sun kal-kal chal-chal madhu-ghaT se girti pyalOn meiN haala
sun run Jhun-Jhun chal witran karti madhusa ki baala
bas aa pahunche door nahiN kuch chaar kadam aur chalna hai
chahak rahe sun peene waale mehak rahi le madhushaala
naal sura kee dhaar lapaT see keh na dena ise jwaaLa
madira hai math isko keh dena uRR ka chaala
dard nasha hai is madira ka wigat smritiyaN saaqi haiN
peeDa meiN anand jise ho aaye meri madhushaala
dharm-grandh sab jala chuki hai jiske antar kee jwaala
mandir masjid girje sab ko toD chuka jo matwaala
panDit momin paadriyoN ke fandoN ko jo kaat chuka
kar sakti hai aaj usee ka swaagat meri madhushaala
laalayeet adhRoN se jisne haaye nahiN choomi haala
harshit kampit kar se jisne haay madhu ka chooaa pyaala
haath pakaD kar lajjit saaqi ko paas nahiN jisne kheencha
wyarth sukha Daali jeewan kee usne mahdumay madhushaala
bane pujaari premi saaqi ganga jal paawan haala
rahe ferta awirat gati se madhu ke pyaaloN kee maala
aur leeye jaa aur peeye jaa isi mantr ka jaap keeye jaa
maiN shiv ki pratima ban baiThooN mandir ho ye madhushaala
ek baras meiN ek baar hee jagti holi kee jwaala
ek baar hee lagti baaji jalti deepoN kee maala
duniya waaloN kintu kisi din aa madiraalay meiN dekho
din meiN holi raat diwaali roz manaati madhushaala
adharon par ho koee bhi ras jiwha par lagti haalaa
han jag ho koee haathon mein lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
har surat saaqi ki surat mein parivartit ho jaati
aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi aankhon mein hae Madhushaalaa.
sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hai jisme maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maiN hi saaqi banta maiN hi peene waala banta hoon
jahan kahin mil baithe hum tum wahiN gaee ho madhushaala
do din hee madhu muJhe pilaa kar oob uthi saaqi baalaa
bhar kar ab khiska detee hai woh mere aage pyaalaa
naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab haaye pilaanaa door hua
ab to kar detee hai kewal farz-adaaee madhushaalaa
choTe se jeewaN meiN kitna pyaar karooN peelooN haala
aane ke hee saath jagat meiN kehlaaya jaane-waala
swaagat ke hee saath wida ki hothi dekhi tayyaari
band lagi hone khulte hee meri jeewan madhushaala
saant saki ho ab taq saaqi peekar kis uRR kee jwaala
aur aur ki raTan lagaata jaata har peene-waala
kitni iKsha ek har jaaNe-waala yahaN choD jaata
kitne aRmaanoN kee bankar qaBr khaDi hai madhushaala
yam aayega saaqi bankar saath liye kaali haala
pee na hosh meiN phir aayega sura wisudh yeh matwaala
yeh antim behoshi antim saaqi antim pyaala hai
pathiK pyaar se peena isko fir na milegee madhushaala
girti jaati hai din-pratidin pRanayani pRaanoN kee haala
maGn hua jaata din-pratidin deen subhge mera tan pyaala
rooth raha hai muJhse roop si din-din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hai din-din sundari meri jeewan madhushaala
Dhalak rahee ho tan ke ghaT se sangini jab jeewanhaala
paaTr garal ka le ab antiM saaqi ho aanewaala
haath paras bhoole pyaale ka swaad sura jiWha bhoole
kaanoN meiN tum kehti rehna madhuKaNN pyaala madhushaala
mere aDharoN par ho na antiM wastu na tulsi-jal pyaala
mere JiWha par ho antiM wastu na ganga-jal haala
mere shaV ke peeche chalne-waaloN yaad ise rakhna
ram-naam hai satya na kehna kehna sachchi madhushaala
mere shaV par wah roYe ho jiske aaNsoo meiN haala
aaH bhare wah jo ho surbhit madeera peekar matwaala
de muJhko wo kaandha jinke pad-mad dag-mag hoNte ho
aur jalooN uss Thaur jahaN par kabhi rahee ho madhushaala
aur chitha par jaaye unDela paatR na ghRith ka par pyaala
GhanT bandhe angoor latha meiN madhya na jal ho par haala
praan-priye yadi SHraadH karO tum mera to aise karna
peene-waaloN ko bulwa kar khulwa dena madhushaala
naam agar pooche koi to kehna bas peene-waala
kaam garal na aur dhaalna sab ke madiroN ka pyaala
jaati priYe pooche yadi koi keh dena deewanoN kee
dharM batana pyaaloN ki le maala japna madhushaala
pitR paKsh meiN putR uThana araGYan na kar meiN par pyaala
baiTh kahiN par jaana ganga sagar meiN bharkar haala
kisi jagaH kee miTTi bheege tRipti muJhe mil jaaYegee
darpan arpan karna muJhko paDh paDh karke "madhushaala"
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Shankar and Tony..
"If i were to walk on that path, i would have known that life drifts at every mile."
This is something which strikes to me day in and day out.
I have been staying in this house for over an year now. Shankar and his dog Tony visit my house to deliver water and grocery as and when needed. Tony is a fat, happy go lucky dog who is loved by one and all in my apartments. I like Tony for i find him to be a bindaas doggie who loves to live and play. He is always smiling and when he wants to be pampered, he will jump on you to get his head scratched. So, he has kind of managed his life well and built an extensive network of people he loves to be with.
Shankar is a proud owner of a small shop near my house. A 14 year old boy with oodles of confidence that capability to earn brings to most of us. Shankar considers me to be like his elder sister whom he can ask 200 questions. He is happy and progressive. He came to my house to deliver water container on sunday. Tony followed him inside house jumping and hopping. I was working on my laptop. Shankar asked me to show how laptop works. I told him abut keyboard and started explaining him some basic features. He looked happy and excited. Suddenly he turned and asked me a question," Didi, ye button dabane ke aapko log paise dete hai, mein saare din kaam karta hun, phir bhi mere bimar papa ki dawai nahi la sakta. Kya mein mehenti nahi hun? Jab mein sadak pe dhakke kha sakta hun to aapki tarah padh bhi sakta hun. Kyun nahi hai meri kismat mein ye sab."
I saw an expression of deep rooted sadness on his face. I knew he had questioned the strategy of the world created by God. After thiking for sometime i told him that life has its own balance. Those who are unlucky get everything on platter and dont even realize the importance of what they have. Those who are lucky struggle to get what they want and know what getting that means. I told him that degree and education creates mediocres. It makes people who just know limits. Its the real grass root struggle that takes out the best out of person. And then i knew, its a fact. Bill Gates, Ambanis were the guys who did not know that 2 Billion is needed to run the kind of business they dreamt of. Shankar looked happy, he expressed his desire to learn english. He went back to his world, with a happy Tony following him.
I knew he had brought out the vanity in my existence by talking about this. I knew, i wanted to attach to people and remove some hurdles from their lives. I want to share my happiness and growth with people who have not been fortunate to experience it. And then i knew that i bow my head infront of the bravery with which he is fighting with life everyday, with that smile. I want to bring economic prosperity to grass roots. I want them to know that improving GDP is a right of one and all. I will work towards improving village economy. I have a vision and i want to make it a sight.
This is something which strikes to me day in and day out.
I have been staying in this house for over an year now. Shankar and his dog Tony visit my house to deliver water and grocery as and when needed. Tony is a fat, happy go lucky dog who is loved by one and all in my apartments. I like Tony for i find him to be a bindaas doggie who loves to live and play. He is always smiling and when he wants to be pampered, he will jump on you to get his head scratched. So, he has kind of managed his life well and built an extensive network of people he loves to be with.
Shankar is a proud owner of a small shop near my house. A 14 year old boy with oodles of confidence that capability to earn brings to most of us. Shankar considers me to be like his elder sister whom he can ask 200 questions. He is happy and progressive. He came to my house to deliver water container on sunday. Tony followed him inside house jumping and hopping. I was working on my laptop. Shankar asked me to show how laptop works. I told him abut keyboard and started explaining him some basic features. He looked happy and excited. Suddenly he turned and asked me a question," Didi, ye button dabane ke aapko log paise dete hai, mein saare din kaam karta hun, phir bhi mere bimar papa ki dawai nahi la sakta. Kya mein mehenti nahi hun? Jab mein sadak pe dhakke kha sakta hun to aapki tarah padh bhi sakta hun. Kyun nahi hai meri kismat mein ye sab."
I saw an expression of deep rooted sadness on his face. I knew he had questioned the strategy of the world created by God. After thiking for sometime i told him that life has its own balance. Those who are unlucky get everything on platter and dont even realize the importance of what they have. Those who are lucky struggle to get what they want and know what getting that means. I told him that degree and education creates mediocres. It makes people who just know limits. Its the real grass root struggle that takes out the best out of person. And then i knew, its a fact. Bill Gates, Ambanis were the guys who did not know that 2 Billion is needed to run the kind of business they dreamt of. Shankar looked happy, he expressed his desire to learn english. He went back to his world, with a happy Tony following him.
I knew he had brought out the vanity in my existence by talking about this. I knew, i wanted to attach to people and remove some hurdles from their lives. I want to share my happiness and growth with people who have not been fortunate to experience it. And then i knew that i bow my head infront of the bravery with which he is fighting with life everyday, with that smile. I want to bring economic prosperity to grass roots. I want them to know that improving GDP is a right of one and all. I will work towards improving village economy. I have a vision and i want to make it a sight.
Conscience.......
It's a rainy day. Bangalore is literally stranded. Water clogged road, standing vehicles and frustration on faces. This is something, i have been seeing for almost three years now. Looking out of window, i had a thought, "A prograssive nation with a population of one billion plus[ me being one of them ] is on standstill for a reason. " What is the reason? Am i talking about a nation which supports a large percentage of cynical youths like me or about a nation that boasts about its growing educated middle class. There is nothing eductaed about this. We are reaping the benefits that fate has bestowed upon us. We are still royal slaves to nations which ruled us 100 years back. We still have a crimpling econmy which is dependent on big players of this world. Education is about turning the world, about differentiating, its not about servicing. Why do i have a feeling that we have done nothing. Why do i have a feeling that i am living in a castle of sand whose foundations are non existent. We do not even have a road to walk on. What are we claiming to be? Years back Gandhi raised a slogan in air to boycott foreign made goods and hence re generate economy. Years later, do we need to boycott our own government to create a pool out of our taxes and work on bettering infrastructure? I think, its high time we wake up and take control in our hands. We carry our weak spines of being ignorant citizens to office everyday. Today's two hour journey told me that i have to do more in life because i am creating nothing out of my prosperity for generations to come. If we can not strengthen the foundation of this nation with the kind of education we have, anyone can make or break it in years to come.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Happiness..
Why do i have this mad state of mind in life. What keeps me happy and motivated to live? I have no clue. But, there is something within me which is very strong and unique. I love the life in its full glory. I think thats the beauty of life, its challenging yet charming. A day full of work and some fun. Whats on my mind now?
Just a day ...
I filed my app for B school yesterday. A process which was in my mind for more than a month now. I interacted with multiple people, got it reviewed and finally took a call on putting myself on paper. Did i know myself so well before this? Never knew writing about yourself can be so difficult. As usual, i found it difficult to express myself, but still did it finally. :)
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