Horn Ok Please

This is a nice animation filam on a day in the life an Indian Taxi Driver. Found via desipundit

Desi Web 2.0

mapmyIndia

colors from india

Check out some excellent photographs over here.

Yakeen

Tha mujhe yeh yakeen
hai mujhe jiski chahat
mujhe wahi dastaan milegi
har tamanna apne anjaam milegi
yakeenen mujhe bhi mohabat-e panah milegi

daur-e-jindagi ki kuch rahon se hi gujar
yakeen badal gaya
Sawalon ke patthar se aankhon ka sapna bikhar gaya
ab aalam yeh hai
ki mujhe yakeen toh hai
par yakeen par yakeen nahi

Light

Yesterday I was playing with poemmaker words at a friend's
place. I liked what I came up with, and here it is:

Here I am mortal
drunken vile
in thy lovely trifle
fair maiden
peasant said
perchance methinks
thy villainy will give
no drunkard a dream
but melancholy mercy
in this dire night

Bichadna

Here I am exaggerating a mild sadness felt at
leaving my old job, and people.

Janta hoon aaj ka din kal yaad ban jayega
Bichadne ke is dard ka kal namo-nishan na rah jayega
Phir bhi aisa lagta hai
Banne-Badalne ke is dard ka koi aadi nahin
ant nahin
Caravaan e jindagi hai yeh dard
Aur ek din mera naam
Bhi iska ek thahar ban jayega

FeatureD

There are a few hindi bloggers (growing ?) who actually
write in hindi. Checkout Chintan at Abhivyakta,
found via Desipundit.

Mercury Lingam

While searching for blogposts upon ujjain, I came across this piece of news:

The Siddha Ashram of Swami Nardanand Paramahansa have completed the construction of a 1500 kilogram Parad (Mercury) Shivalingam, which is the largest of its kind in the world . The Shivalingam and its temple are located at Siddha Ashram, Ujjain in central India.

It is believed that an opportunity to see, touch and worship this Parad Shivalingam is accredited to one's holy and good deeds done in the previous and present life.

Full article here.
Some google search, and I found that you can even buy a chotu version for personal usage. Here !
So you ask whats the freaking point. Well there is this :

How can mercury affect my health ?
The nervous system is very sensitive to all forms of mercury. Methylmercury and metallic mercury vapors are more harmful than other forms, because more mercury in these forms reaches the brain. Exposure to high levels of metallic, inorganic, or organic mercury can permanently damage the brain, kidneys, and developing fetus. Effects on brain functioning may result in irritability, shyness, tremors, changes in vision or hearing, and memory problems.
Short-term exposure to high levels of metallic mercury vapors may cause effects including lung damage, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, increases in blood pressure or heart rate, skin rashes, and eye irritation

More on it, here.
So when the world is working to reduce the dangers of mercury, we are installing a lingam, so devotees can pray, touch, kneel and heal.

Not Trivia

Word of the Day: Petrichor.
Or the scent of rain on dry earth or as they say in hindi
"pahli baarish ke baad mitti ki bhini bhini sugandh"
Also, where does fruit punch come from ? found via sepiamutiny

Song Select

Once in a while I surf youtube favorites. Here's a beautiful
song "Say It's Possible", composed and sung by Terra Naomi.

Karunamayi's Talk

Yesterday I went to attend karunamayi's evening program. The setting was very indian. A sort of sankeertan. It was held in a church, and the church had quite good acoustics. There were very few indians. Quite a lot of old people, a few young ones, and some little ones. The little ones were running around carefree. Some of the young women were quite beautiful. A young mother had come with matted locks, and a baby wrapped in her arms and a shawl like cloth. Some white women wore bindis, salwars, saarees. I am not accustomed to seeing that, and I felt saarees and salwars didn't look good on them, but they looked quite comfortable in that. Some men wore kurta-payjamas, white. There was a young guy on my adjacent bench, black hair, slender body. He sat eyes-closed. Mostly, the organizers wore a hushed silence, and beatific smiles on their faces.

It had just rained a while ago in boulder, and there was a lot of thunder; after a while rain had stopped, everything seemed fresh, and the roads were a little cooler, and when I biked along the creek, it had rushing waters. When she came, we all stood up, she greeted many on her way, walked to the dais, and sat quietly. It felt nice and cool when she walked in, and past by. There was an old monk with small hair, flowing beard, and a red robe. He met quite nicely with her. He sat two seats ahead of me.

We started out with a simple bhajan, listened to it, and maintained a long silence after the bhajan had finished. She was introduced by a person, who I thought travelled with her, and does much of the talking because he speaks english well. Then she started speaking. She speaks a little fast, but usually clear. She spoke about a lot of things, the seven chakras, the need for meditation, following whatever you do, blessing students and teachers all-over the world, world peace. I became filled with pride and chided myself, when she mentioned ujjain. She mentioned kshipra river, vikramaditya, kalidasa, and king poet bharathari. She said of bharathari, that he said to all the kings, his brothers "All this wealth, this gold, and much more, is nothing against the divine wisdom of a poet". She said kaliadasa's abhigyan shakuntalam has 54 german translations, and has inspired many western poets of 15th to 17th-18th century.

Her talk was interspersed with her singing, and a few 2-3 min silences after the singing. Mostly, I sat with my eyes closed, sometimes joining in, otherwise listening. We recited a few mantras, for ourselves, and giving peace to others. She talked a lot about the need to be sensitive to nature (mother nature as she says), and talked about glodal radiation (by which she meant global warming). Some of the things she said, I simply couldn't believe, and felt they were mostly stories. But her singing and voice quality, is very nice. And when a hundred people are tuning in, you can feel the vibrations inside your body. The woman sitting next to me sang quite well too. As I said, I mostly listened.

This one explanation I liked. She had started the talk with a description of saraswati. She said, saraswati is sara+swa+iti. Sara means the crux, swa means the self, and iti means thy. So saraswati, implies, the sara of thy self, that she said is the highest knowledge, nirvana, or mokhsa. From that comes all the knowledge, and hence we worship goddess saraswati, as the fountain mother of knowledge.

Before her talk ended, we were shown a small video of her charity works in india, and images from her world-tour. Seeing poverty and disablitiy in my face again and again, didn't feel nice. But then, those are real people I thought, and are being helped by her. So whats the harm if someone gets inspired to donate some money for them and her works, watching that.

In the end, most of us made an indian queue (which is a herd) towards the dais, and she put a chandan timki on each one of us telling each, my lovely child, children. The chandan timki (not sure if it was something else), had strong and soothing fragrance. Then some people including me stayed, she walked down from the dais, and sat on the floor, and talked about a few more things, and stressed upon the need to wakeup early in the morning, doing surya-namaskaram, meditation especially in the morning at 5 am.

Finally, she said come to the individual blessings tomorrow, and I will see your progress report, how many marks you got in science, how many in spirituality. We all stood up, as she walked past by. I moved a little back, others were rushing in to be in the frontline. Everyone stood with folded hands (in namaste), as she walked past by. I initially stood with crossed arms, I don't know why. May be reason made me defiant. I dislike bowing usually. But then my years of training came rushing in, and when she stopped in front of me, she looked blankly, or kindly, I don't know, but I did offer a small bow with arms still crossed, and then did do a namaste. Reflex happens in a split-second, you know :)

It was already past ten when I came out. Three hours. I wore my shoes, unlocked my bike, and drove on the empty roads. The night yesterday, was colder than usual because of the evening showers we had received. Biking in the night felt good, and I thought I will write about this experience. So there.

Update: Here are some photos from the program.

Garmi

The temperature racing to 100F, I remarked to a bong friend:
"Kafi garmi ho gayi na boulder main abhi ?"
He replied, "Yeh kuch nahi. Aap udhar india main jaoge na, toh french fries ban jaoge" !

Asha 5k

I am doing the Asha 5K walk, at highland ranch colorado, on Sunday, June 11, 2006. It's for supporting primary education of underprivileged children in India.

If you would like to register for the walk, click here .
If you would like to donate (via credit card), please visit here . (I have supported the pledge of shiva, who is a full time member of ashacolorado, and one of the organisers of this walk).

From their website

Hundred percent of the proceeds from the event will go towards supporting Asha projects in India. Asha locates and supports projects that help these underprivileged children go to school. In some places it takes the form starting new schools, in others supporting existing schools and/or after-school programs in the locality

For more information please visit here

Update: I miserably managed to not wakeup that morning, and hence skipped the event.
But I did click and contribute. So, click if you are interested.

Tapori Talk

If you understand hindi, and don't mind reading hinglish, click on,
this tapori talk by sayesha is hilarious !

Patan

एक वक़्त था, जब हम हवाओं का रुख बदल दिया करते थे
kismat का खेल देखिए
आज पत्ते भी gustahq हो चले हैं
सरसरा कर हमारे पतन का उपहास करते हैं

Family Warmth

Check out this cute Monkey Family pic. Did you spot the fourth one ?
via desipundit.

And while you are at it, check out this one too. That precedes getting
a family. Heh.

Sunny Day

I sing for the prairie
It's a sunny day
A few birds and a bee
Sing with me for the prairie
Listen my friend, to the soft rustle
Sings the the wind gently through the trees
Together we sing for the prairie
It's a sunny day
What is this song we sing
of words unknown ?
All I know
It has come to life
the day is alive
and it's a sunny day
Together we hum the chorus
the wind, the bird, the bee, and me
the day is alive
the day is alive
O prairie, it's a sunny day

Cloud Vagabond

I grew up with radio and vividh bharti. And so, I am familiar with hindi oldies, melodies.
Once in a while, I get reminded of them. Like today, when boulder sky is clouded grey, the earth is fresh with rain, and from my balcony I see half-hidden mountains, the valley shadowed white with low lurking clouds. It is a scenery which uplifts my spirit, makes me feel happy. And so, here's a song for the lurking cloud:

itna na mujhse pyaar badha
ke main ek badal awara
janam janam se hoon saath tere
hai naam mera jal ki dhara

which means

don't become so in love with me
that I am a cloud vagabond
since many lives I have with you been
that my name is stream of water

You can listen to the full song here (second last song, the one which says talat, is actually the duet talat and lata).
If you understand hindi, it has beautiful lyrics.
Enjoy.

Boulder Blooms

These days in boulder, trees are becoming green again, and summer warmth is all around. Except, once in a while weather throws tantrums, and becomes snowy, like today. Imagine, the temperature just the day before yesterday was in 70's, today is in 30ss. Here are some pics from pearl street mall, boulder:






Update: Welcome rhapsoder readers :)

Lion Sleeps Tonight

And oh, you can access it here

Ghrina

और कितनी बरबादियाँ हैं
ए इन्सान तेरी किस्मत मैं लिखीं
के अब भी तू कहता है
मेरी घृणा जाती नहीं

Dua

Aankhon main pyaar ki musqurahat rahe
Aur seena imaan se roshan rahe
Fakir bas itna mangta hai
Ki voh jeevan ki tadbeer main kayam rahe

Tendulkar-I

I have played a lot of gully cricket. A lot of in house cricket. A lot of cricket with plastic ball, rubber ball, tennis ball. I don't remember when I started playing, but I do remember the time when I started watching. I was around six or seven, I used to try to adjust my black and white crown TVs channels, to catch cable signal, so I could watch a blurred match; ofcourse in my fathers absence, cause he would scold me for doing "ched-chaad" (tinkering) with the TV. My parents thought electronic and costly things like TV should be given utmost care, and were paranoid about disturbing the status-quo. They thought the TV would go bad if I changed channels.

Those days, I eagerly awaited the evenings, the time of 4'o'clock, when my parents would let me out after finishing my homework. And with the makan-maaliks (landlords) kids and the other colony kids, I would play "catcham-catch" or "stopping the boundaries" or "teams". We would make imitation dives, glorious catches, jubiliations of won games, all in imitation of the matches we had watched. The fervour of watching cricket was transported to our little grounds. And the excitement of the little grounds, was transported to watching the matches.

When you are a kid you usually learn things as "mine". My school, my tiffinbox, my teacher, my parents, my ball. Naturally, watching TV, India became my team, having no idea, why it was my team. But yes, I used to cheer for it, become sad when it lost, and would go and tell my parents "india haar gaayi". And in evenings, us kids would discuss and try to imitate the six that we saw some Indian batsman hit. And I remember, I used to be fascinated by Kapil-Devs bowling action, and he siddhu and srikkanth, were the batsmen, who batted like we wanted. Trying to hit the ball, rather than playing like Shastri and Gavaskar. We wanted action, and excitement. And something we could imitate.

In a few years life changed, my family moved from gujarat to mp, halol to ujjain, I lost my evening friends, but cricket stayed with me. By that time I had already learnt to bowl with proper bowling action, which is like learning bicycle. It's easy once you can do it. And by that time, I was hooked to cricket, and Indian team. In ujjain, I made new friends, started playing cricket again, and we would discuss, how slow Indian team batted, that they made 100 runs in 27 overs (yes, there used to be a time). That was the time, when hits were supposed to be made only in slog overs. And then, there was hardly a batsman in India team who played aggressive (except maybe kapil dev). Aggressive like Vivian Richards.

But this one day, I saw sachin tendulkar bat. He had probably come 5th down. We were playing pakistan. And this guy, was pulling and hooking the balls of waqar, akram.

Basant Aa Raha Hai

Khayalon main khoya
Ek Ped ke nicche khada tha main
Thandi hawa ka jhonka aaya
Halki si ek awaaz aayi
Maine upar dekha
Aur ek tahni muskai
Maine aankh jhapkayi
Khayalon ko choda
Aur tahni ke sur se apne kaano ko joda
Tahni ga rahi thi
Kal main koplen pahnoongi
Ki basant aa raha hai
Iddhar nicche, ghans ne bhi hariyali ki dhun thi lagayi
basant ke avagaman main
Usne picche na rahne ki kasam hai khayi
Udhar phoolon ke podhe bhi kar rahe the taiyaari
Ke Rang Rang pahan basant layenge
Maine bhi tahni ki maani
Chodi khayalon ki khincha-taani
Main bhi ghans ki dhun main ram gaya
Aur roshen roshen sooraj sang
Basant ke avagaman main lag gaya

So Be It

the dreary intercourse of daily life,
shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
our cheerful faith that all which we behold
is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
and let the misty mountain winds be free
to blow against thee
-Wordsworth

A Delusional Muse

We drive towards the mountains, returning from the cricket ground. It has been very windy all day. The wind blows in gusts, cold and piercing. The mountains in the distance, where the winds are coming from, have veils of white falling upon them from the skies. When you see that in colorado, you know it's snowing up there. A few of the slopes have turned white, and glow against the dull backdrop. In a matter of minutes, the snow fall is spread across a large part of the skyline.

The spread mountains, the falling snow
the blue valley and the slopes aglow

If you were to ask me one word for it, I did say majestic.

A white bird, possibly a lake gull, glides along the winds. It is this feeling I get, when I watch this bird fly. Riding the winds chariot, in a nameless direction, with the wings spread, effortlessly. My timely mind tells me it's journey is short, my worldly mind tells me it's perphaps cold up there, but it is this feeling I get, when I watch this bird fly. A lovely backdrop and this bird in the sky, it is an artists' imagery. My mind tells me it's some in the eye, and some in the sky.
Yet. It is this feeling I get, when I watch this bird fly.
That maybe it is I who fly.

Kind is Beautiful

Here's a sweet short story from Turin Winter Olympics:

Renner skis for Canada. She and her partner, Beckie Scott, were to ski six laps between them, alternating each lap. On Renner’s second lap, the pair was in second place, flying along, when . . .

Snap.

Renner’s ski pole broke.

A cross-country skier without a pole is like a hockey player without a stick, or a canoeist without a paddle.

"All of a sudden, I was kind of flapping one arm," Renner said. "The next thing I knew, there were three racers in front of me."

Renner had invested her life to be in this position. She had her tyroid removed after being diagnosed with Graves disease six years ago. She had pressed on, and at that moment it was all slipping away — the dream, the work, everything.

She watched other skiers go past her, utterly helpless to keep up.
And then something miraculous happened. A man standing near the course handed his ski pole to Renner.

It wasn’t the right length for her, but it was something to fight back with. She started skiing again, and hard. If she could just get to the transition area, she could let Scott, her teammate, take over.
"He gave me a chance," said Renner, who called him her "mystery man."

And who was this man ? Here.
I found it via Deesha.
And if you are wondering what charityfocus is, you can visit www.charityfocus.org

Aaj Ki Kavita

is Indhan, by Gulzar.

Gujju Englis

In my past life, I lived in gujarat. First in khakharia, and then in halol, where I spent my childhood. And so I have special love for gujarat. Here's a super hilarious post on gujju englis (link found via desipundit).

Make me that Child Again

mother, I wish to hide in the mogra bushes
and not come out even upon your scolding

mother, I wish to tug at your saree while you cook
and deliver your message to everyone that food is ready

mother, I wish to lie in the veranda in the summer night
and shout to you "thandi hawa aati", cool breeze comes

mother, I wish to sit by the window and throw my biscuits to the crow
and run to get more, when you open the almira

mother, I wish to drag the fruit jhola to you
expecting cheekoo

mother, I wish to run after the squirrels in the backyard
and float paper boats in puddles left by monsoon rain

mother, I wish to be that child again
can you make me that child again

Women's Day

On International Women's Day:
Please visit BlankNoiseProject which organised a blog-a-thon on March 7th, on eve-teasing in India.
Also, IndiaTogether has an informative article upon Girl Child Education in India. To quote:

Although admission of girls has gone up significantly over the past few years, is it any wonder that attendance and retention rates are low? According to a recently concluded research study 'Gender Discrimination: Impact on Lives of Girls in School in four States (Bihar, UP, Rajasthan, Delhi)', large numbers - over 50 per cent - drop out of schooling before or at the point of transition from Class 5 to Class 6. The reasons are the same: they have to look after siblings; they have to do household chores; or work to support the family.

It's not as if the government is unaware of the issues at stake. In fact, central and state governments have devised excellent policies to improve the conditions for girls' schooling. Schools are closer to homes, scholarships and mid-day meals have been introduced in many districts, and community mobilisation focused on girls' schooling is encouraged in many areas.

...............

Despite such ambitious plans, the harsh reality is that government-run schools are hardly in a position to act as agents of progressive social transformation - even as these are the only schools making any realistic attempt to reach out to large numbers of girls. Parents - even in patriarchy-ridden rural north India - want to send their girls to school. But schools purvey gender stereotypes, hardly different from the rest of society.

Girls huddle separately within the classroom in co-educational schools. In some schools, they are denied facilities to play or use the science lab - which boys have access to. Many teachers talk exclusively to boys, paying no attention to the girls, and only (some) boys answer or are active in class.

Full article over here.

The Dark Side of Business

Wired News writes upon another booming outsourcing industry in the article A Nation of Guinea Pigs. Here's the dark side:

"Are patients here more vulnerable?" asks Brijesh Regal, CEO of the New Delhi-based firm Apothecaries, which runs clinical trials for pharmaceutical companies. "Obviously. They're poor. They're illiterate." Nonetheless, he argues, most of the problems can be attributed to the growing pains of a new industry. He points to the thalidomide fiasco in the 1950s - women who were given the drug for morning sickness delivered children with severe birth defects - as evidence that every developing industry has problems. "Why are we so concerned about India?" he asks. "If problems happened everywhere else, they will happen here. We are a massive country without a lot of regulatory infrastructure."

I had expressed myself upon another Wired news article on the same topic, over here.

Musafir

dagmag dagmag
tamanneyan machal padeen
ki machalna unka dastoor tha
phir kabhi dil ne ek gujarish ki
ke patton se hawa ki guftagoo sunoo
musafir bechara
tamannaon ka sang chod na saka
dil se moonh mod na saka
kabhi tamanaoon ke sang chalak pada
toh kabhi dil ki rah bahti nadiya bana
kabhi labzon main bayan karta chala
toh kabhi aankhon se kahani kahta chala
main musafir chalta chala
main musafir chalta chala

And They Want Me To Get Married

*This is an attempt to be humorous. Please take it literally*

When sugar-high, I run around in circles, walking around jumping sideways.
And they want me to get married.

When I remember I haven't forgotten anything, it is most certain that my cell phone is misplaced, keys are not in the pocket, and wallet is lying unattended, somewhere, amongst brazillian other forgotten things.
And they want me to get married.

As a kid, I used to have a handkerchief pin-tied to my shirt pocket, to remember to wipe my nose, mouth etc.. which I never used. And so goes the story, that every day I would return home with the pin-tied handkerchief still neatly tied to my shirt pocket, and ironed shirt-sleeves neatly crumpled with enthusiastic wiping. Handkerchief has just moved to the pocket, nothing else has changed.
And they..

In 5th grade, I started working on the craftwork for exam only at midnight, to be submitted next morning. I still do my taxes on april 14th evening.
And they..

My favorite song is "Somebody shavvvve mee..."
And they..

People still ask for my id in bars-clubs when serving Coke..
And they..

I read Calvin and Hobbes most devotedly..
And they..(Actually that is ok for a grown up too I guess..so)

I keep telling people two year olds jokes like
"Two teeny-weeny mice were sitting on a tree
And elephant passed under the tree
Trembling a mouse fell on the phant,
Trembling the other yelled
"Daba De Bahadur..Haan Haan Daba De Use"
(Crush him Braveboy..Yes Yes Crush Him)
And they..

Child marriage is a crime
And they..

I can enlist tweeentyyy-one other things (sometimes I forget the count after that..)
And they..

Sigh.

Occupied

A carefree sun reaches in through the blinds, dispelling the chill of february winter as miles of snow spreads outside, sparkling white in the bright sunlight. It has been chilly and snowy past few days, here in boulder. A concert by coldplay was watched yesterday, and a sumptuous lunch was had day before, as a treat to a parting friend, in an upscale Italian restaurant. A vegas trip fills the next weekened, and work fills the between. Over the passing hours, some self-searching discussion was had with friends, about the perspectives on life, desire to move back to India. Opinions were hurled at each other, sides were taken, and reason and emotion were made to clash, as consensus remained ever impartial. Aha the pleasures of expressing, relating, searching, working, playing, listening, hanging out (not by a rope, mind you), in the company of good friends. It seems all minutes lie accounted for, all seconds are occupied, life is full, happening. And yet, there are questions that mind no busyness, interrupting every now and then, sneaking like traitors, pointing to the unpainted landscapes inside, where miles of snow spreads, sparkling white. And where I eventually wander, chasing the infiltrators to their homes on the snowy expanse, these questions, upon the meaning of life, my existence, love and compassion, desire and misery, fear and death.

Anokhi Sunwayi

yahan se door
bahut door ek baagiche main
aaj raat raat ki rani ka darbar lagega
phoolon ke baithak hogi
gulab dahaliya sang aayega
mogra mahak mahakayega
aur bhi kai aayenge
aaj baithak main gulab ke dard ki sunwayi hai
kai saathi pyaar ki bhenth chadhe hain

ab raat dheere dheere nikher rahi hai
sitare bhi jhuk ke dekh rahe hain
akhir majra kya hai
gulab fariyaad le kar aaya hai
mujhse aur dard dekha na jaata
o raat ki raani, pahle bhanvre ne loota
phir maali ne chaanta
aur ab bhale maanas ne dilwaloon ke liye kaata
kyun yeh mera jeevan hai
kisliye mera rang hai
kya meri khata hai
kyun itna dard mujhe mila hai
ji main aata hai kyun khiloon
kyun na murjha jaoon

Raat Ki Raani Unchai par virajmaan hai
Chanda Maathe ki Shoba badha raha hai
Sitare ab kaan laga sun rahe hain

Raani kuch is tarah se boli
Priya gulab
dard toh har jeevan main hai
par isliye hum jeevan nahi thukraya karte
main tujhse kahti hoon
tujh bin soona bagiche ka aangan hai
tu nahin toh nahi jeevan hai
tu jeevan ka darpan hai

tera dard hamara dard bhi hai
manas ne hame bhi kata hai
par subah ki dhoop main tera khila rang dekh
hame bhi hosla aata hai
ke jab tak jiyen mahak mahakayen
jaise tu khila khila kat jaata hai
waise hi hum bhi mahak mahak kat jaayen
ji jaayen
haan ji jayen

Bhatakte Kadam

mere kadam dhoondte dagar
chalne ke liye
bahakta man kai dishaon main lehrata hai
ke jindagi mohabaat ke naam kar jaoon
ya bandigi main doob jaoon
ke gagan ki ucchaiyon par aankh lagaon
ya mitti main hath rang daaloon,
seva-shram ki jhopdi banaoon
par phir sawal uthte hain
yeh mohabaat kya hai
bandigi ki dafa kya hai
aasman ki unchai main kya hai
mitti mai rangne se mera kya bhala hai
dehko is aadmi ki vidambana
ke kadam toh hain par
dagar nahin
Khwabon ki imaaraten toh hain
par roshen koi manzil nahin
Is par kisi ne kaha
Ki Dost, Kadam chalne toh de
dagar Khud-ba-Khud mil jayegi
Maine poocha mitr, dagar hai bhi
ki bekar hi dhoondte hain
Mere kadam
Dagar Chalne ke liye
Yeh toh Maskhari thi
Par Sach main yeh lagta hai
ki bhatak rahe hain kadam
dagar ke liye

Saturday speak

It's a sleepy saturday afternoon. A thin layer of clouds fades the sunshine, and it seems as if a lazy sun is visiting the earth, with half open eyes. The sun definitely needs some spanking (or the clouds ? We'll let the gods decide :)

Some urgent business at work needs to be done. I was supposed to go snowboarding today and work tomorrow. But given that the last night was spent coughing with almost every breath (poor roomie, I wonder if he could sleep at all), I resentfully had to give up the idea in part asleep-part awake state this morning. Some nice morning sleep, a morning gargle, and a spiced tea later, I have comfortably settled to working from home (first time ever in life), with Pandit Jasraj resonating in the hall. And I am very much enjoying it. Working on something all alone by yourself, in the comfort of soothing music, I am inclined to think, might be meditative. I have no doubt in believing, when Donald Knuth says something like "Programming is an aesthetic experience".

Aside, last night I watched Rang De Basanti, along with a lot of friends. Most of us liked it, though some didn't like the ending. I feel if a movie can bring out emotions in you, it has been well made. Rang De Basanti did just that. Plus we had lot of desi fun like whistling, booing, and shouting things like "Rajnikanth Superstar" on a tambi friend's provocation.

And later, in a weird dream sequence, I spent time with Amitabh and Jaya Bacchan, where amitabh was making a surprise cake for Jaya, as she was sick, and that would make her feel better. Next dream was with my nani, who was again, sick. I definitely need to call up amitabh and jaya tonight, to see if they are doing alright.

Trivia : did you know,
That emerita is feminine of emeritus.
From dictionary.com,
"Emerita: Retired but retaining an honorary title corresponding to that held immediately before retirement. Used of a woman: a professor emerita."

In commune with

It is a good afternoon. Sunlight fills my room space through the two glass windows. After my bath, I sit in the sun for a while. I close my eyes, face the sun and feel the warmth. On the forehead. On the eyes. It feels nice. The warmth starts fading in a while. Discomfort opens my eyes, to find my source of warmth being shadowed by a cloud, slowly, gently. There are other small clouds, travelling lazily. I immerse myself in their movement. Racing mind breathes respite and thoughts ease in tune with the clouds. It's a peaceful feeling. Times like these, when I watch the ducks wafting in a pond or follow a butterly flit about the grass, are therapeutic for me. Sometimes I find my peace in watching such things, letting the mind drift, what they call, in commune with nature.

Sing Along

sing a song
bring along
some joy
and peace

Last two evenings have been beautiful. My way back to home involves a twelve minute walk to the bus stop. Day before and yesterday, I took to singing aloud, to my hearts content. Since mostly all traffic has their windows up, and usually I am the only walking soul, I can afford myself. I pity the poor trees and the grass. They are so good. They don't complain. Yesterday, I hummed Tagore's ekla chalo, again and again, as valley winds brushed past by. Such Joy, to sing aloud. Letting your words disappear, with no one to hear, but the valley winds, the open skies, and the spread fields. Such delight, to watch the birds glide, and sing along.

On Republic Day

I read this great post today, by greatbong which made my eyes watery. Link followed by the excerpt:

"My father, a professor at IIM Calcutta is going to retire in February. So on his last LTC, Baba and Ma went to Andaman Islands---both for some peace and quiet (they deserve it for having brought me up) as well as to visit Andaman Cellular Jail----the place where my grandfather (my father's father) , Jyotirmoy Ray [his picture in the Cellular Jail museum on the left] spent 4 years of his life [his sentence was for 7 years commutted to 4 as part of an amnesty program] as a political prisoner (He was part of the revolutionary movement in Bengal and transported arms to the revolutionaries). He died in 1991.

This post is based on a mail my mother wrote to me after coming back from Andamans"

Here's the full article.

Reading this, emotions swelled. A thousand things crossed my mind. Only yesterday night, I didn't care much if it was republic day in India. Perhaps I don't much now. A little shame. Dhikkar Hai Samaan. I know I will forget this read in a while, and go back to the available comforts. I realize that those very comforts, the freedom that I am so used to everyday, I have, because perhaps a great grandpa fought for it, with all he had. Logically, I have concluded long ago, that all thoughts are for self-interest, for self-service. Yet, this is a story, which stirs my thoughts, for all things considered noble. It makes me feel, that I owe atleast a silent reverence to this great grandpa, unknown to me, but to whom I belong. For his givings, may have enabled my freedom, my comfort, all I am.

Panchiyon ki Baatein

aaj subah maine panchiyon ki chahchahat suni
madhur komal
nirmal nishchal si prateet huyeen
unki baatein

Dheemi-Dheemi si shanth subah thi
Dhoop se Dhuan Chat-ta hua tha
Aur sangeet ke moti beekherti theen, unki baatein

kabhi rukte, kabhi chukte,
kabhi zor se, kabhi shor se
suna maine panchiyon ko karte baatein

kya kaha, kisne kaha,
kuch samajh na aaya
Phir bhi ajab tha unka swar, ke man muskaayaa
Jab aaj subah, suni maine panchiyon ki baatein

PJ time

Ok. Time for some math basics.
So.
Children:
What is four by two ? (desi english)
two
What is four over two ? (american english)
two squished

Mystic India

I recently watched Mystic India , now playing in the IMAX theatres. It is supposed to be a story about a boy named Neel-Kanth, who at an age of eleven sets out on a journey of "awakening". To quote from the movie synopsis:

Neelkanth's footprints begin to map the length and breadth of India - its dense jungles, fertile plains, majestic mountains, mighty rivers, and peaceful coastlines. Flourishing for more than 8,000 years, this land has been home to an ancient and highly advanced civilization. Neelkanth's walk would last for 7 years, 12,000 kilometers, covering every corner of India.

The first few minutes of the movie were quite good, where the narrator educates you about India. (Read, the ego swells up, and you feel pride, and pleased). However, the movie starts becoming boring, when instead of describing the life of Neel-Kanth, the narration repetitively tries to educate you upon India, where you are shown scenic shots of the land, temples, fortresses, festivals, some unintentional but hard-hitting sentences like "a country of a billion people".

Totally for the western audience I think, but parts of it feel good anyways. Some of the photography, like that of himalayas, is spectacular. The background score is decent at times, otherwise unremarkable. The characters, are unimportant, shadowed by the india-education part.

One tale I remembered in it was, when during Neel-Kanth's stay in a village, the villagers advise him to take refuge in the temple at night, to be protected from a certain death from the a jungle terror that haunts the village: a lion. To that, neel-kanth says "Tell me, are the walls of your temple protected from death ? Can you guarantee that death will not enter this temple ?"

There We Go

A friend from boulder is moving out, and on the
spur of the moment, we have composed a petty
friday evening philosophy. Here.

a bond has to be broken for a bond to be made
things have to be left for a move to be made

and heck we are proud of that.
How silly.

And there was this another piece, now that we are
being silly, lets be complete. Here.

"Slow Down, Buddy Slow Down
The cop's on your tail
He will give you a ticket without fail"

Gujre Pal

kuch lamhe aise
rah-rah kar yaad aayen

Playing Games

Fracois Gautier writes In defence of Hindu Gurus This is an article where the author plays games of prejudice using popular notions.
How ? Excerpts:

May I be forgiven my arrogance, but what Indian gurus have to understand

It's arrogant to suggest something to a Guru !

In India today, every third shop is an allopathic medical shop, whose profits go to Western multinationals (hello Mrs Karat!) at a time when Ayurvedic medicine is becoming increasingly popular in Western countries, after being disillusioned by antibiotics and other heavy-handed medicines.

Profits go to "Western Multinationals", Ayurvedic medicine is increasingly becoming popular "in West after being disillusioned"..

We are witnessing an interesting phenomenon in India today. Some Communists, some Christians, some Muslims and some Congress leaders -- all of whom have nothing in common and often hate each other are united against Hinduism and Hindu leaders.

Communists, Christians, some Muslims and some "Congress" Leaders.

Again, in all humility and conscious of the limitation of mind compared to some of these great gurus whom I have met,

Shouldn't it be "my" mind here ? Reader is not stupid, sir. Speak for yourself.

Yet, if you take the combined people power of Satya Sai Baba, Amritaanandamayi, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, Swami Ramdev, Guruma of Ganeshpuri, the Shankaracharya of Kanchipuram, and so many others I cannot mention here, it runs in hundreds of millions

Sir, show me the Census.

Most of the statements made in this article are of simliar nature. The author simply combines the popular prejudices as a defence for the Gurus. Horrible.

They Lay Dead

This morning, I stared at the quiet of the graveyard. I thought of the young and the old, that might lay dead there. Then after, what seemed a long time, I gaped at the colorado high. There were the rockies, the sunlit barren and the alpines. There were the tiny houses in the valley, shining white; a lake thereby with somewhat muddy, somewhat clear, blue waters. Along with a brimful of beauty, some peace seeped in from the corner of the eye, and there was the quiet of the graveyard, as some thoughts young and old, lay dead there.

About Life

A friend just asked me
"So, what do you think about life"
And I could only think,
What rises, must turn to ashes
And what turns to ashes,
must rise again

Song of the moment:
Tu Tu hai Wahi from Yeh Wada Raha