To all the daughters of the world ( from one of my ads)..
When God created Daughters He took
very special care to find
the precious treasures that would
make them sweet and fair...
He fashioned them from sugar and
a little bit of spice...
He gave them sunny laughter and
everything that's nice...
God smiled when He made daughters,
because He knew
He had created love and happiness,
for every Mom and Dad.
Hail the women power....i wish God you were 'She' for your own good, to understand the mystique of a woman!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
I hate it! - Part III
So while i am still dancing to the tune of 'purani jeans' ...
i want to talk about the innocence of the those days! - friendships, homework, uniform or any inane thing of the world would be done with such religious sincerity that it would put military to shame, such innocence that i wonder...what hormones cook up on growing up that, it all gets lost somewhere in oblivion...
then there are 3 thigns that i have just forgotten totally about -Pranks, More Pranks
and even more pranks! well obviously those who know me know that i could not be the prankster....but no dearth of naughty boys around who would pull them off on me and others! and such pranks are the anchors of memories of school days!
so this one afternoon ...after school as we were queuing up for our respective buses there was some 'gobar' lying on the earth outside the school..when suddenly one witty boy shouted out to another guy..."abbey neeche dekh...(And as all eyes fell on the floor)....abbey saaley tera deemag gira pada hai"...hahaha..
now i know doesn't sound funny enough here...or if it does..its cheesy at its best....but imagine that poor buy in front of the entire school as rest of us were holding our tummies in splits!
many such more that could make a compendium of funny book.... may be i should write one...at least i would ensure some smiles for me for sometime then!
I miss getting up at 6, dewy eyed, struggling to find my glasses, i miss ma putting the brush in my mouth after waking me up for nth time, i miss her stroking me to sleep at night (in fact every night when i don't get sleep i remember that and miss it like nothing in the world - what powers reside in a mother's hand! ), i miss dad polishing my shoes, i miss him walking me to bus stand when baba wasnt around, i miss all his endless answers to my infinite questions, i miss his firm grip on my hand that assured me that world is safe & nice place and nothing could ever hurt me..
i hate it that i don't feel like that anymore!
i want to talk about the innocence of the those days! - friendships, homework, uniform or any inane thing of the world would be done with such religious sincerity that it would put military to shame, such innocence that i wonder...what hormones cook up on growing up that, it all gets lost somewhere in oblivion...
then there are 3 thigns that i have just forgotten totally about -Pranks, More Pranks
and even more pranks! well obviously those who know me know that i could not be the prankster....but no dearth of naughty boys around who would pull them off on me and others! and such pranks are the anchors of memories of school days!
so this one afternoon ...after school as we were queuing up for our respective buses there was some 'gobar' lying on the earth outside the school..when suddenly one witty boy shouted out to another guy..."abbey neeche dekh...(And as all eyes fell on the floor)....abbey saaley tera deemag gira pada hai"...hahaha..
now i know doesn't sound funny enough here...or if it does..its cheesy at its best....but imagine that poor buy in front of the entire school as rest of us were holding our tummies in splits!
many such more that could make a compendium of funny book.... may be i should write one...at least i would ensure some smiles for me for sometime then!
I miss getting up at 6, dewy eyed, struggling to find my glasses, i miss ma putting the brush in my mouth after waking me up for nth time, i miss her stroking me to sleep at night (in fact every night when i don't get sleep i remember that and miss it like nothing in the world - what powers reside in a mother's hand! ), i miss dad polishing my shoes, i miss him walking me to bus stand when baba wasnt around, i miss all his endless answers to my infinite questions, i miss his firm grip on my hand that assured me that world is safe & nice place and nothing could ever hurt me..
i hate it that i don't feel like that anymore!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I hate it! - Part II
So on a continued zest of recounting some more things that i can only cherish now ...
There were these heavenly blissful summer holidays... With or without summer homework, this prolly is the time of life
I guess summer hols are god's way of doting on kids and showing His affection..... And you must be really favorite with god if ur parents were working! So u know even I had these brownie points with god back then and so did my bro! ..and together we were such a riot back home...
back to back tv, all the forbidden foods, sampling all the millions of thaeley walahs that go by, buckets of cold coffee and zillions of experiments that would often go haywire...and then all the cleaning up of the mess so that ma doesn't get to know to the effect that even before ma would step in, she would ve already smelled the rat! ...all the fights and physical ones mind u and no marks for guessing who won with the opponent all battered and bruised and I mean literally!...
This one time i remember, after one such violent encounter - my bro had his hands all scratched -with the scratches that have a bloody trail and form a ridge like exterior on the skin...deadly scary...
he of course like a chauvinist younger brother dint hit me back but went to ma like a cry baby....ma being ma first din't listen to such 'unmanly' complaints, but on seeing his hands turned towards me, smiled and said...'shiti yeh kya hai'...aage se mat karna! and got back to her work
my bro obviously expected more than this 'polite' conversation...and infuriated, he retorted back ' kya ma u always take her side'...then ma called me again..this time i feared a scolding...she stroked my hair and said...."beta aisa nahin karte"...
My bro just so appalled at this complete neglect of his hurt stormed out of room rambling 'hamare ghar mein toh zabardast gender discrimination hai'....and this as they say became his 'legendary' dialogue...that still lives on and that he still uses..often when situations take such a turn!
i really miss that cold coffee, that chuski wala thaeyla, that tikki waali tak tak on his tawa, that bottle full of rasna orange, that home made rooh-afzaa malai ice cream, ma's gajar halwa on sat cold night in rajai, followed by her pav bhaj on sun morning, that 2 rod heater that was my only company on the night before exam when i was chewing up my course, that blue rain coat that was my outer skin on rainy mornings when i hopped to bus stand with baba & badima.. i miss those skies and those rains too...it smelt different!
There were these heavenly blissful summer holidays... With or without summer homework, this prolly is the time of life
I guess summer hols are god's way of doting on kids and showing His affection..... And you must be really favorite with god if ur parents were working! So u know even I had these brownie points with god back then and so did my bro! ..and together we were such a riot back home...
back to back tv, all the forbidden foods, sampling all the millions of thaeley walahs that go by, buckets of cold coffee and zillions of experiments that would often go haywire...and then all the cleaning up of the mess so that ma doesn't get to know to the effect that even before ma would step in, she would ve already smelled the rat! ...all the fights and physical ones mind u and no marks for guessing who won with the opponent all battered and bruised and I mean literally!...
This one time i remember, after one such violent encounter - my bro had his hands all scratched -with the scratches that have a bloody trail and form a ridge like exterior on the skin...deadly scary...
he of course like a chauvinist younger brother dint hit me back but went to ma like a cry baby....ma being ma first din't listen to such 'unmanly' complaints, but on seeing his hands turned towards me, smiled and said...'shiti yeh kya hai'...aage se mat karna! and got back to her work
my bro obviously expected more than this 'polite' conversation...and infuriated, he retorted back ' kya ma u always take her side'...then ma called me again..this time i feared a scolding...she stroked my hair and said...."beta aisa nahin karte"...
My bro just so appalled at this complete neglect of his hurt stormed out of room rambling 'hamare ghar mein toh zabardast gender discrimination hai'....and this as they say became his 'legendary' dialogue...that still lives on and that he still uses..often when situations take such a turn!
i really miss that cold coffee, that chuski wala thaeyla, that tikki waali tak tak on his tawa, that bottle full of rasna orange, that home made rooh-afzaa malai ice cream, ma's gajar halwa on sat cold night in rajai, followed by her pav bhaj on sun morning, that 2 rod heater that was my only company on the night before exam when i was chewing up my course, that blue rain coat that was my outer skin on rainy mornings when i hopped to bus stand with baba & badima.. i miss those skies and those rains too...it smelt different!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I hate it!
Actually this post is about the things that I love the most and the fact that I hate it that I know that I m gonna have to do without them for the rest of life!
U know things like... Walking with a bag of 5 kgs on your back in the delhi summer at 1 in the afternoon..
Only that, 'the' bag used to be my favourite blue colored school bag dangling on my shoulders filled with every possible book in the world- this 5 min walk from bus stand to home would be a mutual exchange of quick reportage of the day at school with the accompanying entourage..and just as u were about to discover a major gossip, there u would see ur mom waving so frantically at you from the balcony that u almost wondered if u just returned from ur trip to US after a month... And then u would take 'god swear' to be told about that gossip the next day and make a dash for home.. And in what I now know is K3G style mom would welcome u (ofcourse sans the arti thaali n all). After the warm usher in and cool rasna, it would be time for some topline of the day to be shared with ma, while the lunch was being laid out and she was cursorily checking your school diary for any mishap... Oh and how could I forget that kicking off shoes in the air... Sigh! Some action that was, with background score of usual nagging of ma.
I really cherish those times now! ...for i know now that i could never be so carefree and yet be so cared for..
no cellphones, no wallets, no keys, no tasks lists, no Hercules sword perennially dangling over you as you undertake anything- sheer joy of life- pure bliss.
No hypocrisy, no hiding of emotions, speaking without a care in the world, nothing you say or do ever gets misread, you could climb and shit on someone's head and he wouldn't be offended.
No heavy stuff, no lethargy of relationships, no burden on any part of your body leave alone shoulders....and you are darling of the world around...you are all that there is to life for them...
and i know it will sound like the worst cliche - but i so hate growing up!
U know things like... Walking with a bag of 5 kgs on your back in the delhi summer at 1 in the afternoon..
Only that, 'the' bag used to be my favourite blue colored school bag dangling on my shoulders filled with every possible book in the world- this 5 min walk from bus stand to home would be a mutual exchange of quick reportage of the day at school with the accompanying entourage..and just as u were about to discover a major gossip, there u would see ur mom waving so frantically at you from the balcony that u almost wondered if u just returned from ur trip to US after a month... And then u would take 'god swear' to be told about that gossip the next day and make a dash for home.. And in what I now know is K3G style mom would welcome u (ofcourse sans the arti thaali n all). After the warm usher in and cool rasna, it would be time for some topline of the day to be shared with ma, while the lunch was being laid out and she was cursorily checking your school diary for any mishap... Oh and how could I forget that kicking off shoes in the air... Sigh! Some action that was, with background score of usual nagging of ma.
I really cherish those times now! ...for i know now that i could never be so carefree and yet be so cared for..
no cellphones, no wallets, no keys, no tasks lists, no Hercules sword perennially dangling over you as you undertake anything- sheer joy of life- pure bliss.
No hypocrisy, no hiding of emotions, speaking without a care in the world, nothing you say or do ever gets misread, you could climb and shit on someone's head and he wouldn't be offended.
No heavy stuff, no lethargy of relationships, no burden on any part of your body leave alone shoulders....and you are darling of the world around...you are all that there is to life for them...
and i know it will sound like the worst cliche - but i so hate growing up!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Conversations
On your middle seat in your 5 hours long flight
On your organized group holiday for 15 days with 30 other strangers
In the first week at new workplace
and of course at that party when you knew no one..
...there is just that one tool of 'conversations' that keeps you alive.
Conversations interestingly are an underestimated find (or shall we say capability) of mankind and rewardingly enough only this species seems to be capable of this evolved communication!
It is not just the fodder to keep afloat with strangers but is also the mainstay of our most basic emotional need - relationships. And when you have reached that high up in Maslow's heirarchy, conversations only help you climb up higher.
I hear there are many places in the old interiors of delhi, where depending on the moolah you shell out - you get someone to converse with - to stimulate your mind - talk about the gothic architecture, about the mughlai cuisine, about Shakespeare and sundry..
and this just highlights our desperate need to talk ( to some one ) about SOMETHING we really care about...when you want to talk about 'higher' things in life and all you seem to be talking about is the day at work, daily ration, bitching about that fella....basically when you have fallen into this trap of 'mediocrity'..it is important then to broaden horizons, open up minds and climb a level up!
And we have done what we know the best, we have succeeded to even monetize even this!
Be it Oprah or Simi Garehwal, Karan Johar or Farah, name it u have it...
Even our popular culture has captured (and exploited) this sentiment beautifully -
it 'Before Sunset' or 'Jab we Met' - the conversations kept them going on...
and don't fear if you are not well versed with this art...just pick on any of the 2,040,000 results that google belches out for 'most interesting topics for conversations'!!!
On your organized group holiday for 15 days with 30 other strangers
In the first week at new workplace
and of course at that party when you knew no one..
...there is just that one tool of 'conversations' that keeps you alive.
Conversations interestingly are an underestimated find (or shall we say capability) of mankind and rewardingly enough only this species seems to be capable of this evolved communication!
It is not just the fodder to keep afloat with strangers but is also the mainstay of our most basic emotional need - relationships. And when you have reached that high up in Maslow's heirarchy, conversations only help you climb up higher.
I hear there are many places in the old interiors of delhi, where depending on the moolah you shell out - you get someone to converse with - to stimulate your mind - talk about the gothic architecture, about the mughlai cuisine, about Shakespeare and sundry..
and this just highlights our desperate need to talk ( to some one ) about SOMETHING we really care about...when you want to talk about 'higher' things in life and all you seem to be talking about is the day at work, daily ration, bitching about that fella....basically when you have fallen into this trap of 'mediocrity'..it is important then to broaden horizons, open up minds and climb a level up!
And we have done what we know the best, we have succeeded to even monetize even this!
Be it Oprah or Simi Garehwal, Karan Johar or Farah, name it u have it...
Even our popular culture has captured (and exploited) this sentiment beautifully -
it 'Before Sunset' or 'Jab we Met' - the conversations kept them going on...
and don't fear if you are not well versed with this art...just pick on any of the 2,040,000 results that google belches out for 'most interesting topics for conversations'!!!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Pehli baar Mohabbat ki hai...aakhri baar mohabbat ki
In a very eerie sort of way these innocuous lines from Kaminey got me thinking about the
mankind's eternal quest of finding the holy grail to answer the question "what is love"...
Recently i read up a note in one of friend's book - which i am extrapolating to contemplate a thought :
"man is a social animal and needs others to complete himself, the degree to which one completes you would be an approximation of the love you'd have for him or vice versa"
well ya you guessed it right - my friend is an engineer.
Another commonly propounded 'love'-ingly judgmental thought:
someone who sits on judgment over what you say would not be your altar-ego. Corollary to it is - someone who you could speak your heart out without pausing and having to think about it, is the (wo)man!
What else -
John Keats (or was it Khalil Gibran) thinks that the love is all about the idea of love - (what did u expect from philosophy) - translation: it means that its the feeling when you give yourself completely away and is completely dissociated with 'expecting' anything in return!
(Now really! )
Some Say
It's when two people can (and still would want to) talk to each other (read tolerate) for endless hours - and even have the best time of life in each other's company without a word being spoken.
There's more
All of us have an aura - a circle of influence - a region around us created by the wavelengths radiated by our bodies.
And when we find the most comfort in this region of someone - that's when they say our wavelengths match.
(Aah now i remember getting bad vibes from ...)
My favorite one -
It's when you can FEEL (mind u, not understand) the pain of someone and would do ANYTHING, just anything to have it go away. Corollary being that you would bring the moon down to see a sparkle leave a hint of smile on that special face.
and yes it stands true for any kind of love!
mankind's eternal quest of finding the holy grail to answer the question "what is love"...
Recently i read up a note in one of friend's book - which i am extrapolating to contemplate a thought :
"man is a social animal and needs others to complete himself, the degree to which one completes you would be an approximation of the love you'd have for him or vice versa"
well ya you guessed it right - my friend is an engineer.
Another commonly propounded 'love'-ingly judgmental thought:
someone who sits on judgment over what you say would not be your altar-ego. Corollary to it is - someone who you could speak your heart out without pausing and having to think about it, is the (wo)man!
What else -
John Keats (or was it Khalil Gibran) thinks that the love is all about the idea of love - (what did u expect from philosophy) - translation: it means that its the feeling when you give yourself completely away and is completely dissociated with 'expecting' anything in return!
(Now really! )
Some Say
It's when two people can (and still would want to) talk to each other (read tolerate) for endless hours - and even have the best time of life in each other's company without a word being spoken.
There's more
All of us have an aura - a circle of influence - a region around us created by the wavelengths radiated by our bodies.
And when we find the most comfort in this region of someone - that's when they say our wavelengths match.
(Aah now i remember getting bad vibes from ...)
My favorite one -
It's when you can FEEL (mind u, not understand) the pain of someone and would do ANYTHING, just anything to have it go away. Corollary being that you would bring the moon down to see a sparkle leave a hint of smile on that special face.
and yes it stands true for any kind of love!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
street food please
ok i think i m getting an overdose of sophistication these days... i m really yearning for the delhi street food so listing a few places i contemplate i could possibly go....
was scouting for a compendium on net..but couldn't come across any such one...so here we go (not in any specific order).. pl chip in
1. Paranthewali gali - Chandni Chowk
2. Scindia - Chole Kulche
3. Moolchand - paranthe wala
4. jantar mantar - dosa
5. bengali market - chaat
6. UPSC building - chaat
7. Kareem's - chandi chowk
8. khan Chacha - Khan market
9. Nagpal - Chole Bhature
There has to be more in delhi's underbelly...wotsay?
was scouting for a compendium on net..but couldn't come across any such one...so here we go (not in any specific order).. pl chip in
1. Paranthewali gali - Chandni Chowk
2. Scindia - Chole Kulche
3. Moolchand - paranthe wala
4. jantar mantar - dosa
5. bengali market - chaat
6. UPSC building - chaat
7. Kareem's - chandi chowk
8. khan Chacha - Khan market
9. Nagpal - Chole Bhature
There has to be more in delhi's underbelly...wotsay?
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