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.
(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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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.
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.
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
.. 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.
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.
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!
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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!
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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
A few lines added lovingly
and some taken away.
Guided by unexplored dreams,
my story is taking a new shape
