A revolution

A revolution

The night ends and light brings

a new life to the sleepy folks.

‘Nationalism’ is the new mantra

for all the budding politicos.

Revolutionary ideas have hit

the ignorant and naive souls

even those who are yet to understand

the implications and its full import.

In this chaos there is not a single thought spared

to the rights and wrongs that have hit the world.

All that matters is two minutes of fame

catapulted by fake but high sounding  words.

Ludo for beginners!!

Ludo for beginners!!

(Made at home!)

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, me and Diya decided to try our hand at something other than the regular ‘activities’ (The activities would be elaborated in some post later)!
Since she loves anything and everything to do with numbers, I came up with elementary form of LUDO!

And she just loved it!!

I let her do the line drawing, cutting, writing and sticking the numbers on the board (which, BTW, once upon a time was a box of dry fruits!) It might not have come as clean and smooth as the professional game, but for both of us, it is PRICELESS!

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The state of happiness

The state of happiness

Happiness has found a friend at last

flaunting the colors – white and green.

A weird combo many would say

 for the strange looking girl with me.

 

And while the smile on that beautiful face

might not stay unfazed forever.

The golden vision would be imprinted

in the deepest corners of my heart.

 

 

 

© Copyright: see author in the original source of this image.

Of dirty dresses and scraped knees

Of dirty dresses and scraped knees

I don’t mind mud on the pretty frock
Or purple bruises on your knees.
I love the silly games you prefer
over the boring and tasteless TV.
I smile when you get up and try
rough acts that betray notions of gender.
I adore the free spirit in you
Which often makes me oh-so-nervous!
I cherish the stories you excitedly recite
with pride and joy of a happy heart.
I hope you retain this wildness forever,
enjoying the wonders of this crazy world.

What makes me come back to my blog over and over again…

What makes me come back to my blog over and over again…

I am here

to make some sense

of all the nonsense

that goes around.

I have come

to understand

the complexities

of facing ups and downs.

And most important of all

I arrive

to tell you all

of what I believe in

and what I don’t

For a healthy discussion

would perhaps help me out

in unraveling the mystery

on my own…

 

 

 

Picture from here

Horror..

Horror..

.. is not just in the way the two pictures are compared but also in the inferences drawn:

 

इसे देख लो और विवेक और सद्बुद्धि से विचारो

क्या सच में नारी है बेचारी
और पुरुष है बलात्कारी….???

कौन कितना दोषी ???? आंकलन करें ..

 

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1147402347#!/photo.php?fbid=293298704052337&set=pu.142633342452208&type=1&theater

So as long as the woman is covered from head to toe, she is not ‘eligible’ for rape and other forms of harassment. Perhaps it gives her the status of ‘invincible’…. ‘superhero’, may be.

 

Perverts are everywhere.. and in all time zones. I am sure that there would be people lusting after women on the left side of the picture . Each one has his/her own fetish. There might definitely be some getting turned on by a mere sighting of a girl. How far would you go to ‘cover’ that up?

 

I found both the pics to be beautiful.

Innocence, glamor and expressions.

The degree may vary.

 

If a man has no control over his desires, does he have any right to blame the ‘woman’ for it? And to go back to the argument repeated again and again – what of the kids (even infants)?

 

I have nothing new to add to views and opinions of women world wide. All I can mention here is the sadness and disgust that this conclusion evokes.

 

 

Letting Go..

Letting Go..

Parenting is a big lesson in letting go.. From the very first day you realize you are pregnant till the day the baby finally comes out, every single minute is a bond getting stronger between you and the baby.  Evey moment of knowing that there is a life inside you, completely dependent on you for survival, for whom you are the best decision maker, who stays with you all the time.. It is like brainwashing and mental conditioning of a parent that gets affirmed and stronger every day of pregnancy and remains so even after the baby is out there in the open world.

And then the changes happen. The baby, though still dependent on you  for feeds, cleanup, soothing etc, starts developing a personality of its own. And it is rather too evident in the ways it chooses to smile or cry, like or dislike certain things which you might be involved in to make it happy. The child throwing away the toy you so lovingly bought, spitting out the food you cooked, preferring to play with kids of his/her own age rather than hanging around the family,.. the list is endless. Every single day is a new lesson in letting go of the child you so carefully enveloped with your love and care. There might be a phase when the security , warmth and comfort of your love starts to sufforcate unless you give enough space. And that is the most difficult part. One has to let go their own kids, bit by bit, piece by piece. And yet stay connected with the most delicate and yet beautiful bond of love.

One for the weekend!

One for the weekend!

Saibo….

 

 

Doesn’t this song make you fall in love once more…. Wishing for those long walks, hand in hand with each other, stealing glances, an impromptu hug and never ending smile!

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

The song of love that makes me dance with joy,

the gay abandon which only love can provide…

The exuberance in heart that leaps

on spotting a double rainbow

in clear blue sky!

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Mann yeh sahib ji
Jane hai sab ji
Phir bhi banaye bahane

Naina nawabi ji
Dekhe hai sab ji
Phir bhi na samjhe ishare

Mann yeh sahib ji
Haan karta bahane
Naina nawabi ji
Na samjhe ishare

Samjhe ishare
Dheere dheere
Naino ko dheere dheere
Jiya ko dheere dheere
Bhayo re saibo

Dheere dheere
Naino ko dheere dheere
Apna sa dheere dheere
Lage re saibo

Surkhiyan hai hawaon mein
Do dilon ke milne ki
Ha haan arziya hai nazaron mein
Lamha yeh tham jane ki

O kaise hazuri ji
Yeh lab dikhaye
Chupi laga ke bhi
Gazab hai yeh dhaaye

Dheere dheere
Naino ko dheere dheere
Jiya ko dheere dheere
Bhayo re saibo

Dheere dheere
Begana dheere dheere
Apna sa dheere dheere
Lage re saibo

Saibo, saibo…

 

From here

 

Life’s lessons…

Life’s lessons…
I am learning how to swim , and a few days back I came back learning a BIG lesson in life. This guy was teaching me how to float, and there was a moment when I had to curl up like a baby, submerge my head in water and lift my legs… no more touching the ground. They call it ‘Mushroom float’. So basically, you float , putting your weight on the head..
There is that one moment when you just lift the lower body up.. when the panic sets in
what if you fall down?
since you are no longer touching the ground
what if you drown?
and then you tell yourself just one thing
trust yourself.. trust your body.. wait for just 1 more second…
you let your head take the responsibility and let go of the lower part.
you just hold on for that one sec
and there you are -
floating…
mission accomplished
I am not speaking from a book
or anyone else’s experience
I felt it that day
and i cant forget this basic lesson
just stay calm for those crucial moments.. and you would be over it
Enjoy the freedom it gives
Nothing calms you like the feeling of ‘letting go’