Monday, May 29, 2006

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.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Tapori Talk

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

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

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.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

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

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

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.

Monday, April 24, 2006

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 :)

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Lion Sleeps Tonight

Enjoy dear readers, for the lion sleeps tonight. Heh.
You will need speakers for this :)

And oh, you can access it here

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Ghrina

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

Friday, April 14, 2006

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

Thursday, March 30, 2006

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.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

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

Sunday, March 26, 2006

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.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

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

Monday, March 13, 2006

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).

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

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.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

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.