BRINGING UP A SON

“Papa why don’t you come with us. You’ll be safer and healthier in town where we have ample medical facilities. Moreover, it’s really difficult for us to visit you here in the village,” said the eldest son to the ailing old father.

“No, I am fine. And I like to live here,” answered the old man.

“But papa, your health is falling and you certainly need regular medical care and that’s not possible here, in this village,” pitched in the second son who also had a well paid job in another town much like his elder brother.

“I said I am fine here. You people do not bother about me and carry on with your busy lives,” retorted the old man.

“Papa they are right, why don’t you go with them. You will be safer, healthier and happier there,” pleaded the youngest son who hardly earned anything at all.

“If you want to throw me out of your house why don’t you say that clearly,” screamed the father at the youngest son.

“No papa, I dint mean that,” mumbled the young fellow.

“Then what did you mean. Just keep shut,” I am going nowhere, the old man passed his verdict.

And, so the two sons from town went away to their respective houses and their well paid jobs.

“I had only wished that our father went away because it hurts me to see him live in the wretched condition that I keep him in. My poems can hardly feed any of us here,” confessed the youngest son to his wife.

She wept silently as she empathized both with her old and ailing father -in-law as well as with her poet husband.

She had, on many occasions,  been witness to many of her husband’s poem sessions where not just men but even women and kids stood rapt at the recitation of many of his Maithili poems. And, she had even seen many of them wipe their silent tears with their aanchar and their dhoti as they clapped away as he stood there glorifying Sita- the young maithil daughter of king janak. And, what about that play of words which left kids and adults alike in splits over his haasya kavita.

But, in reality she knew that his poems and the joys of his avid audiences were not enough to feed his family.

“Babuji,” she told her father -in-law, “both the jethji were right in asking you to live with them, that way you would at least get two wholesome meals a day.”

“And what about you and your kids here, how will you manage without my pension? Don’t you know that whoever keeps me gets my pension?

“I am not going anywhere from here. Now go and get me some tea,” ordered the old fellow as he sat their reminiscing his own poem sessions which had enthralled the entire village during each durga pooja all these years.

“I will not leave him hungry who nourishes my poems,” thought the old fellow, satisfactorily, to himself.

THE PURCHASE

“Papa I want 25 pounds”

“What for?”, questioned the irate father who found it difficult to make ends meet in this new country which had earlier seemed to hold a dream of golden future for him.

“Papa, there was this renowned author who’d come to our school and his books are on offer. So if I buy 2 of his books worth 25 pounds I get one of his books for free, autographed by him.”

The father was even more furious to know that the little menace was spending on luxuries.

“Books by a renowned author hunh? Why don’t you break open your piggy bank and fund your own purchase. You get your own pocket money every month for trivial issues like this then why bother me? Just fund your own purchase.” Thundered the father.

“Ok papa,” she said and went away with a spring in her steps.

She then broke open her piggy bank and funded her own purchase.

Later on reflection and introspection the father found his anger much unfounded.

“She asked for books and I sued her away. Books inculcate good values in kids and they therefore are the responsibilities of parents so it is I who should be buying books for her.”

“I’ll give back the 25 pounds to her,” he told his wife.

The mom rushed to give the piece of good news to the little girl.

“No mama, it’s ok. Papa was right; I must use my own pocket money for my own purchases because if papa has to pay for things like these he will have to cut down on his own pocket money, right? So, ask him not to worry about that purchase,”she said as she happily played away her Casio.

The Eight Karmasutras

Dear kids,

Everything that we need to live life is taught by life itself. But, as we progress on our individual journeys we pick important lessons from people around us, friends and family.

I want you to also know that the best of the lessons in life are learnt by making our own mistakes.
Making mistakes endows us with experiences that go on to become our tools for life. 
 

Here are eight of of my own crucial life-lessons, compiled especially for you.

Hope these help you deal with the tidings of your precious human life.

 

1. When God created you HE meant to create you.You are one of a kind. You are you. Neither superior. Nor inferior. There never was, and, there never will be another you.
Always know your self worth. A high value currency even when dirty and tattered is a curency. Still worthy. Still valuable.

2. Be righteous. Be courageous. There is nothing else worth being.

3. Stand by your own decisions. Stand by your own words. Abandoning them would amount to killing your self-respect and dignity.

4. Do not be reckless with anyone's heart. And, do not put up with those who are reckless with yours. Your life is too precious to spend it crying for someone who had entered it only to impart a lesson. Learn the lesson. Forget the incident.

5. Do not be scared of loving with all that you have. And, don't ever regret it. One genuine relationship can teach you what no university in the world can, with all their labs and libraries.

6. Making love and having sex are same for body. But, vastly different for soul. You just have to isten to your heart and you'll know. So, neither take, nor, get taken for a ride in the name of love.

7. Forgiving is as important as apologising. And, neither are for cowards. It takes guts to follow your conscience.

8. Live life as though every moment was your last. The only size meant for life should be King size. And, know that this applies to everyone's life.
 

There are many other lessons that your life will teach you.Lessons that will be exclusive to you.
You just have to be open to learning them.
Pick them up at the first go. And, once learnt, remember them throughout.

Love,
Ma.

The Most Ethical Person I Personally Know

A friend doing her PGD from IIM Indore had to write an article for her Ethics paper and it got outsourced to me so here it is for all of you!

“Live so that when your children think of fairness and integrity, they think of you.”

Thus said H Jackson Brown, the best-selling author of Life’s Little Instruction Book.

And, so when I think of the person who is an epitome of integrity and fairness to me my choice is a very obvious one.

For, not just me but anyone who knows her know what she’s made of.

Never have I seen such a beautiful blend of a soft heart and a strong mind.

She, who is frail bodied, has the moral strength of steel.

I have never seen her falter, not even when her life or dignity has been at stake.

The making of moral choices comes so easily to her that at times I suspect her to be a saint.

And, the gems of virtues that she has developed within her are rare and beautiful indeed.

Always righteous, always moral, my sister is “ethics personified.”

I know no one as ethical as her.


For even though my parents and other of my siblings are ethical creatures too but when compared, she always comes out a shade whiter.

And, Sushmita is the most ethical person I personally know.

What could I be if not for you...

Is it really important to have someone who can
appreciate our creativity and relish our creation.

Kids who can savour the delicacies we dish out.
And, in the process, enhance our own self worth
and help bring to fore all of our latent talents.

Siblings who are wowed by our choice of words,
shots, strokes, pictures, poems, stories, movies,
novels, music. Just about anything.

How do those who accept our gifts and enjoy our
chocolates and cakes and everything else matter?

Friends whom we depend on for gossip, advice, fun.
And, even for a lap or a shoulder which sees us
through tough times.
Friends with whom we share a bond that sometimes
don’t just exist in marriages and families.
 

Thank them for making us what we are today.

They are not just another souls on the Earth.
They are a part of our souls.
They are the ones who complete us.
And, make us feel whole, good, wanted.
Worthy of existence.

That’s how much these other poles of our souls matter.

How can they think that they are just about
a normal someone. 
A mere existence in the cosmos.

Let them ask us. 
A someone to whom they mean the world.
Someone they complete. Someone whose life,
even if only in some ways depends on them.

And, they’ll know their worth.

What could we be if not for them...

Dedicated to all those souls who make me a whole!!!
Thanks for making my life worthwhile!

Laws of Love

Law of Imbalance

In a relationship one will always love more than the other.

Law of Gravity

Whosoever loves more is always weighed down and is trampled upon.

Law of Conservation

Love can never be destroyed. It only changes its form. When your BF ditches you you start loving your near and dear ones more because of the support that they give you.

Law of Availability

If you have the capacity to love you'll shower love on anyone you want. Whether they want it or not is another topic of debate.

Law of Non-Reciprocation

If you really, really, really love someone so badly that it hurts it will remain unreciprocated.

Law of Irritation

There will always be someone who'll love you so badly that it'll irritate.

Law of Realization

When you've lost someone who loved you to someone else you'll realise that you loved that someone so very badly.

Law of Strength

When someone you love loves you back you become beautiful, confident and dignified to yourself.

Law of Growth

No experience in the world helps us grow as much as falling, being and losing out in love does.

Law of Pleasant Pain

Love hurts like nothing else does yet this one pain is worth more than all the pleasures put together.

Law of Hurt

Only those who are in a one-sided relationship can love till it hurts coz in a complete relationship no one lets the other come to the point where it hurts.

More to come later...;)

The Colour of You

Dear Mala,
In one of your posts you'd wondered as to what your colour is.
well, this is what i think of you.


You are the yellow of Gauri
And the red of Durga

You are the white of Saraswati
And the black of Kaali

You are the blue of Shiva
And the green of Ganga

You are the poise of palaas
And the fire of amaltaas

You are the spunk of 16
And the serenity of 60

You are the glitter of gold
And the sheen of silver

You are the darkness of coal
And the brilliance of diamond

You are the love of mother
And the wrath of father

You are the passion of love
And the repulsion of hatred

You are the heat of sun
And the cool of moon

You are all that HE is
You are nothing that HE is not.

Touch my soul

one is planned, the other spontaneous;
one is intentional, the other emotional;
one is just another act, the other a prayer;
one is assembly of two bodies, the other a confluence of souls;
one is the outcome of love, the other a manifestation of love;
one makes futile differences, the other makes fruitful;
when it is the first for us, let it be the second.
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My take on making love.
dolly jha

Jai,Veeru etc

तेरी जीत मेरी जीत,
तेरी हार मेरी हार,
सुन ऐ मेरे यार
जान पे भी खेलेंगे,
तेरे लिए ले लेंगे,
सबसे दुश्मनी

Thus sang along the carefree duo as they cherished their lives in each other's company.
Such was their love for each other that Jai even fools his friend to bargain for his death with his own life.That's how thick their friendship was.
And, that's probabaly why this song went on to become friendship anthem nationwide.

vvvvvvv
And the entire auditorium broke into instant applause. Innumerale pairs of palms clashed against each other in a rhythmic chorus.
claps.Claps.Claps.All sort of them.
Happy.Surprised.Thunderous.Speechless. Awed.Claps of all sort.
But, there was one which stood apart.
The clap with tears.
The clap of a friend.
When Ishaan received the first prize for his painting.
The clap which probabaly hid amongst the crowd but which was distinct nonetheless.

vvvvvvvv
As Alayka found his way to the New York zoo. A baby away fom his father and mother. The four things that kept his life from falling apart were his four friends on whom depended his life as he grew up to be the king of New York zoo.


Friendship endures all and emerges triumphant. It never ends. At least not in the heart.It can't be butchered. It sustains all odds and goes on to nurture our lives forever.

Friendship remains as sturdy as the shade of a family.
It remains when love forsakes.
It rescues when all else fails.

If love is God's kiss oh-so-gently planted on your forehead then friendship is his loving hand on our head.
Sure and pure.
It's his assuring pat on our back.
His guiding hand in ours.
The light which leads us on the path of bliss through love and support.
Unconditional.Unending.

यारों दोस्ती बड़ी ही अजीब है, ये न हो तो बोलो क्या ये ज़िन्दगी है

Losing a friend is as painful as losing anyone close to your heart- family or love.
Breaking up with a friend is no less agonizing than breaking up from a lover.

But if it actually is friendship then it's gonna come back, no matter what.

A la Dil Chahta Hai

Yes,if the patch is not yet done to fir picture abhi baaki hai doston!

the story of a lullaby

In an ideal world it's mostly the mothers who are believed to sing lullabies to their kids but in the real world these theories sometimes take a backseat. And that's preisely what happened in my world.As my sibling and my soulmate who also seems to be my alter ego bundled in a certain cozy male lap we had this very soothing male voice sing out to us. Leading us by the hands of his voice to the dreamland.And we embarked on a pleasant journey.Always. Together. Our small eyes laden with heavy drowsiness. As this most beautiful male voice sang out to us.....


"aaj kal me dhal gaya,
din hua tamaam,
tu bhi so ja,
so gai rang bhari shaam...."


Today as i sit here writing this piece. Away from that reassuring voice.Ritually and formally handed over to another male. An alter lullaby seems to have taken shape somewhere in my mind. A baby mind in a grown up brain.A not so baby pain in a very grown up heart.

"kyun aaj kal me dhal gay,
kyun din hua tamam,
kyun main n asoi,
jab so gai ye rang bhari shaam...."


Things are different now. Even the voice has changed. Silence now sings to me and tears rock me to sleep...Alone in the custody of this new male silence. This time the journye is lonely. Soulmate lost in another world. A sibling nowhere near to hold my hands in a strange place. no ..no more laps.

HENCEFORTH

WHY DON'T WE REALISE THE IMPORTANCE OF PEOPLE WHOSE VERY EXISTENCE DEPENDS ON US,
WHO DOTE ON US,
WHO COUNT ON US...

WHY IS IT OH SO DIFFICULT TO TRUST THOSE WE GIVE THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING THE CENTRE OF OUR EXISTENCE,
THOSE WE LOVE,
THOSE WE CRY FOR,
THOSE WE SMILE FOR...

WHY DO WE NOT REALISE THAT LOVING IS GIVING AND FORGIVING,
TRUSTING AND HAVING FAITH UPON,
RESPECTING AND BEING RESPECTED...


WHY DO WE HAVE TO LEAVE?
WHY DO WE HAVE TO LIVE AFTER WE LEAVE?
WHY DO TEARS FALL?
WHY DO SMILES FADE?

WHY OH WHY ARE THERE SO MANY UNANSWERED WHYS IN LIFE???

A Magic called movie!

The other day I happened to watch this amazing movie called “Bee Movie”
It’s an animation and the TA is kids.
As I got engrossed in it there were a hell lot of “WHYs” that crossed my mind:
1. Why on Earth can “we” not make movies like that? Movies which are genuinely original and absolutely gripping.
2. Why do our movie makers give us that stale excuse that they make what audiences want?
The truth is that they are not confident of their mettle. Not that they don’t have it but they are scared to explore it.
3. Why oh why can’t we let our kids follow their hearts?
If we let them do that, we shall only open ourselves to witnessing what they call miracle!
4. Why can’t we make such cool and creative movies for our kids?
Cinemas that can not only teach them moral values but can also imbibe in them the sense of security and confidence in their own selves.

This one, like most other Hollywood flicks, has dialogues that are simply marvelous. The general day to day conversations are woven so beautifully with philosophy that they don’t even sound like philosophy. Not at all.
It hits you right at the point. It teaches you. And, it is not wee bit boring or sermon-like.

The movies so beautifully teaches the kids three very important things:-
1. That no matter how or what you are, you are no less important than anyone or anything else.
Your presence matters as much as that of the sun, the moon, the President and the nerd next door.
2. That no matter how small an animal or an insect is, it has life; which has a helluva value and, it is important for our planet. And, for all of us.
If the bees don’t help in pollination we’ll not have flowers, or fruits or vegetables.
Not just that, the florists and many others will go out of jobs.
Also, we will be unable to brighten the days of our dear ones.
Because a flower, no matter how small it is, is potent enough to do just that i.e. brighten your day.
3. And, that everything, everyone and every activity on Earth has its own specific purpose. And, if it were to stop, it’s going to set off a chain of stoppages.
So, if we consume honey we are not robbing the honey bees. We are merely helping them be more productive and thus help the nature progress.
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I was so absolutely floored by the dialogues, the animation and the story.
Kudos to the team!!!

How I wish Father Almighty help my people follow their hearts and thus let them come up with magic we call miracle!

My favourite dialogues from the movie-
• “If only we all do our own work sincerely it will make all the difference.”
• “What makes you take its life?
Just because he is small you think his life holds less value than yours?”
• “Do what your heart wants to. I mean, my parents wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer. But I wanted to be a florist. That’s where my heart was.”

my fav movie clips

Ghost

1. The famous love-making scene between the protagonists.

2. The scene where soul of the husband meets the wife through the mediator as Unchained Melody plays on.

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Black

The scene where Amithabh kisses Rani.

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50 First Dates

The scene where she tells him "can I pl have the last first kiss"

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Taare Zameen Par

1.The prize giving scene- right from the time when he sees his portarait to the time when he hugs Aamir.

2. The scene where aamir tell's ishan's father "achchha laga ye jaan kar ki aap care karte hain" to the moment when he sees his son but doesnt talk to him.

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Baghban

Hema and Amitabh on phone on the Karwa Chauth night- "aapko to theek se jhooth bhi nahin bolna aata"

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You've Got Mail

The last scene where they finally meet and she tells him "I badlywanted it to be you"

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When Harry Met Sally

1. The restaurant scene where she first fakes orgasm then gives him a cute smile.

2. The christmas party scene- where she tells him " when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you want the rest of your life to begin soon"

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Ye Dil Aashiqana

There's a scene where the protagonists have their limbs tied and dumped in a room. The girl starts shivering and as she looks at him he puts his tied hands up and gives her an inviting look, she crawls towards him and gets in; puts her head on his chest and he clasps her as tight as he could.

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Spider Man-2

The scene where he tries to stop the train and in the process is badly injured. He collapses at the end of it and people lift him like a flower.

(amazing picturisation)

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Pyaar Ke Side Effects

1. The scene where Rahul and Mallika are fighting. There is a score-board being shown on the screen. Rahul is winning when suddenly Mallika starts crying and her score gallops.

Rahul feels very cheated.

2. The scene where Rahul is with his jiju and they are discussing life when Rahul says

"tum papa banne ko taiyaar nahin, main pati banne ko taiyaar nahin....aur nanu...nanu to insaan banne ko taiyaar nahin"

3. The scene where nanu's GF is getting married. As per one of the rituals she is blind-folded and all the guys encircle her. She has to find her hubby from amongst them by just touching their hands. She touches everyone and passes by but when she touches nanu's hands she stops and then reluctantly moves on. When the ritual gets over she is dancing with her hubby. With her eyes still closed she faces nanu and says "Good bye nanu" nanu looks at her and bids her bye; tears in their eyes.(Oh!!! heart-rending. Beautiful picturisation)

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Titanic

1. The love scene between the protagonists.

(the expressions of their hands have been captured marvellously. Absolutely mind- blowing!!! )

2. The scene where Kate runs inside the engine.

3. When Kate asks Jack to come back but he's already dead and she has to let go of his hands.

4. The old couple who are holding on to each other when the rest of them are running for their lives as Titanic sinks.(soulmates forever)

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Aroma of Memory

These are a few of my favourite sniffs...:)

• Fresh coriander leaves
• Taazi ahri sabzi, nimbu, hari mirch
• Tapi hui dharti par baarish ki pahli boond
• Mere papa ke badan se aati hui cigarette ki khushbu
• Rajnigandha, bela, harsinghar
• Adidas perfume
• ma ke badan ki khushbu
• Pooja ki agarbatti
• Pakte hue daal aur bhaat ki khushbu
• Banta hua kajal

more later....abhi ke liye bye...

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2 comments:

Flying high in the sky.... said...

i just love you ........i mean how can you be sooooooo awesome...........a request....pleaease write your thots in form of poems or write ups.. the world needs it .......

papa ke badan se... i howled....inside my heart...outside only tears rolled down...

i love you honey ..

Flying high in the sky.... said...

where are you sweetie...missing your expressions..be back ..love to read your blog...

Rang barse- Sach ke‼

Gone are the days of dolled up grannies and mummies who gave competition to their daughters and daughters-in -law. Gone are the days when each time you switched on the TV you would be welcomed by perpetual tears and even more perpetual conspiracy. And thankfully are gone the days of character assassination where hardly ever anyone was spared.
The era of Star soaps is over‼

Thankfully we have now come of age in TV entertainment.

Colours is here with believable stories and even more believable characters.

We have now entered the days of innocent kids and strong women. Women with integrity and honesty as their forte. Women who are capable of being actual role models.

Colours soaps have an awesome pan-India flavour. What a welcome relief‼
Each of these serials have a strong social message beautifully ensconced in a delightful story.
The regional flavour has been kept so intact you almost feel transported to the land of the story. Whether it’s the Haryanvi- ammaji or the Rajastani maa sa or the Bihari-punpunwali. You’ll relish them all for their authenticity.

These serials have also opened doors for hundreds of talented people who have a good grasp of culture and language of their own region. They may not have been able to make a mark in the national arena before this but only they could have done justice to serials with a regional touch.
And it s amazing how the directors have managed to find characters who’ve slipped into their roles as if they actually belong to the region of the story.

BHAGYAVIDHATA has so marvelously captured the pain of girls in Bihar when they reach the marriage market. And also what those hundreds of brides undergo when they are forcefully wedded to an unwilling groom by their own helpless family members.

NA ANA IS DES MERI LADO has portrayed a mighty strong woman in the form of Sia who is not a loud mouth urban chit. She is just an educated and aware woman who has taken the onus of saving the girl child in her village. Effeminate and strong, she is a firebrand in the most beautiful and subtle way. Not aggressive but assertive. A normal woman with a paranormal mental strength she overcomes all the challenges without any foul play. She is one of the strongest characters of today’s soaps. Her nerves are made entirely of steel.
And the lyricist of the title track actually deserves a national award for the pain he’s been able to breathe into the song. It so heartrendingly reverberates the ache of a mother of a girl child.

“Sangi na sathi koi, sakhi na saheli;
Kin sang khelegi tu laado akeli;
Ho, yehi bhejun sandes meri laado, ki na ana is des meri laado‼
Chahe dil ke hon tukre hazaron par na aana is des meri laado.”

The song has been picturised equally beautifully. Catharsis substantiated‼
Kudos to the team‼

BALIKA VADHU has very aptly portrayed the plight of thousands of child widows and child brides who are tortured by their own kith and kin. And also by the society. The society which is made by people like you and me.

UTTARAN – Reminds me of one of my favourite novels- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini - which also is a story of two friends. The serial has brought to light the fact that love is a hopelessly incurable disease, no matter whom you feel it for. It makes you give your all for that one person come what may. Giving and forgiving are the only two things the little kid knows for her friend.

Of course they may not be very different in pace but in content, quality and intensity the serials on Colours can give Star Plus a run for their booty any day.

One serial which also deserves a mention in this category for its wonderful content is the one on Zee TV. Another breath-taking tale from its genre.
AGLE JANAM MOHE BITIYA HI KIJO
A tale of sale of a girl child. The protagonist-Ratan Rajput of Patna- is a class of an actress. With her vibrating lips and her flaring nostrils she can take you through her swelling eyes straight to her heart where you can not just see but also feel her pain. The yearning that she holds for her husband she’s grown dreaming of but has never seen has been very superbly shown.
Another noteworthy character here is the truly yum mum-Rupa Ganguly. One look at her and you’ll be wondering how she has managed to still look so sexy even now. Without showing even an ounce of her flesh. ﴾Remember her in one of the serials on DD.﴿
Kudos to the scriptwriter, lyricist, singer, director and the actress‼
Amazing serial. Believable characters. True story. Not of one but of several girls.
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

you mesmerise me .. man....

The Kite- Runner Khaled Hosseini

Hosseini is not an amazing writer. He is truly gifted. What a brilliant story teller‼

His works can’t be called novels. They are movies on paper. He has a truly marvelous aptitude to etch the pictures of his words in your minds so much so that they almost become visible.
Truly cathartic. You’ll laugh with it. You’ll cry with it. You’ll feel like one with the protagonists.
It may not have any life lessons for you but it is sure to stir your soul to the core.
Oh how I love this guy’s works‼

Set in the backdrop of Afghanistan this novel will take you through its ups and downs so vividly you’ll almost cry at the fate of the beautiful land and its innocent people.

A tale of two friends who are oblivious of the fact that they are, in fact, half-brothers. However, this lack of knowledge makes no difference to the kind of relationship they share.

A beautiful story of deep, intense and unconditional love. Truly Mind-blowing. Mighty Awesome. A true portrayal of how guilt makes someone pay so heavily all his life. Both Amir and his Baba did.

Hassan and Amir are two friends who share a strange relationship. One is strong the other weak. One is protective and the other nasty, in his own small ways. One acts escapist because he is scared for his own life yet how that one act changes both of their lives forever. A pang of guilt destroys the beautiful bond they’d shared since birth.

Must, must, must read‼


Even though there are many lines that tugged at my heart but the bestest is:
“For you a thousand times over”.

Just a few of my favourite picks from the book:

“There is a way to be good again”
“Because even in birth, Hassan was true to his nature: He was incapable of hurting anyone. Out he came smiling”
“There was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast; a kinship that not even time could break”
“Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.
Mine was Baba.
His was Amir. My name”
“You can’t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. May be even hating a little”
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

i am sooo proud of you ..............

The Lonely Crusader

I, for one, can make a difference.
And I will make it.

Because, I owe it to one thing.
To one planet.
My planet. The only planet adorned with life.

It is a lone crusade for a lonely planet.

But I will undertake it.

One step at a time as one individual for one thing that counts.

Love.

Love for my Earth and for all the generations about to follow one person.

Me.


Here’s a charter of my journey:

Use one bucket of water to bathe. A half more to wash hair.
Half a flush after half a use.
One mugful to clean the cereals and the same to clean my veggies. ﴾Drain the same into a flower pot.﴿
Washing clothes once a week.
Using clothes more than once before washing them. ﴾Sterilize them in air and UV- best sterilizer for clothes.﴿
Cook with the lid on the vessel and flame on sim once the water/milk boils.
Soak the cereals overnight or at least for sometime.
No standby for the electronics. They are switched off when not in use.
Comp screen off when not in use for some time.
Use ambient light to work, read, shoot.
Carry my own cloth bag for shopping.
Commute by public transport and rail.
Receive e-bills.
Mop the floor. No daily wash for it.
Wasting drinking water is sacrilege.
Use bucket water to clean the utensils. No flowing water.
Turn the tap off between usages.
Repair the leaks asap.
Use hanky not tissue paper.
Make optimum use of available resources.

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Rajeev Kumar Jha said...

Kash sab tumhari tarah sochne lage.... ye dharti fir se muskurane lage...

The Glassful of Water

This is the story of a glass of water.

There was just one glass of water.

My great granny had got it from her mother. She’d handed it over to my granny from whom my mother had inherited it. And I happen to be the current legal owner of this venerated resource.

It is an age-old heirloom meant to be passed on to the subsequent generations.

My predecessors had all been careful with it. It was an heirloom after all.

It had been a much revered and cherished entity before it found its way to my beautiful hands.

And then, I let the bliss of forgetfulness cast its spell on my highly intelligent mind.
The warning that I had inherited along with that glassful of water very conveniently took a back-seat in my psyche.

“It is vital to life next only to the life-giving air and mother’s love” they’d told me.

But I found it useless and tedious to comply by the caution.
Moreover, I dint want to part with the open secret of the highly thought of resource so I even preferred not to warn my predecessors about its scarcity.
In addition, I also took pride in inculcating the same recklessness into the minds of my naive successors and have thus successfully passed on the same to the final generation.

There will be no more generations after that, they say, as the third mortal war it is said will be fought over water.

The last fight will be fought, for the remaining last drop, by the last generation of Homo sapiens.

But why the bloody hell should I bother about the woes of the Third World War.

Let them fight over it‼

For now, I choose to forget the warning.

And I want my share and that of my daughter’s to flow down the drain coz she loves to bathe in flowing water. Flowing did I say? Oops‼ I mean “overflowing”.

Besides, I don’t really care for my daughter’s daughter or her grand daughter for that matter. All I care for is my daughter, my comfort and the current situation.

And anyway, how can one person help the situation?

So what if Einstein was one. So were Gandhi, Hitler, Mother Teresa and Shabbir Bhatia plus several other individuals. All of whom have made a difference not only to an entire population but to the entire world. They were all just “one person”.

But, no arguments please‼

This is my glass of water and I’ll treat it as per my whims and fantasies. Period‼

Earth constitutes of 70% of water of which only 3% is potable.
SPREAD LOVE. SAVE WATER
It’s Now or Never

Crippling Him.Killing Him.

Since the time I was born to this very day.
He’s been my support.
Physical. Financial. And emotional.
No more perfumes for him. No more fancy lunches.
Courtesy- my education and upbringing.
Heaping of shame. By family and society.
All for my smile.
Raking out more moolah for my whims and fantasies.
Even after his perennial source of income has dried. Years back.
Well, you see I need to give a gold set to my beloved so what if I’ve never even given a flower to my mother.
No preaching Please‼
Well now, joining me in this crusade is also my better half.
Loading him with even more fanciful and choicest of abuses. Telling the truth I say.
Who cares for the true truth anyways?
The truth that my conscience screams to me. And I choose to go deaf against it.
Voila, it doesn’t scream anymore‼
I got him a man for me and then befooled him by turning down the offer that I had so enthusiastically initiated.
He gave in. hurt and humiliated. Yet smiling.
Oh come on, is that enough?
I even have my better half pitch in the good deed.
It’s his/her turn to defame this soul now.
My father.
Abused by my lover.
My brother’s better half. The one who is better only in the limited sense now.
Him. And me.
Capital punishment did you pronounce?
But that’s a cake- walk for all of these. And, many more.
I have crippled him. Killed him.
Crippled his sense of self respect.
Killed my father.
The man who supported me all my life.
Now lies crippled.
What do I do?
Nothing.
Hurl more abuses at him.
And accuse him of not ever having done anything for me.
Dupe him of his stored resources so very royally and then scream more abuses at him.
Enjoy my own heaven away from him.
I believe my father truly deserves all this.
What to do?
He is a father after all;
And when is a father’s love ever glorified?
Those eulogies are exclusively reserved for the batterers of our hearts.
Fathers deserve only these.
Abuses. Tears and humiliation.
For all their love.
True. Unconditional.
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Flying high in the sky.... said...

munnoo....i am saddened by your write up ...no betu ...you are our pride...we all make mistakes ..but that does not mean we dont love...the love you have for him is more than anything or anyone can have for him...dont feel what you are feeling sweetie...trust me .... you are the one who really loved him purely...

keep smiling...

The Last and the First

“Johnny please say you’ll wait for me;
I’ll grow up some day you see;
Saving all my kisses just for you sealed with love forever true”
- Beautiful rendition of the anguish of a young heart for her lover. So very beautifully, written and composed and equally intensely sung.

Life starts with a kiss.

Kiss is one of the most potent forms of expression.
Unleashing all hell or transforming one into heaven depending on the channel and nature of its origin.
Purest when it comes from a pure heart filled with pure emotions; and a genuine soul.
Wreaking havoc on one’s psyche when it comes from unwelcome sources.

It is the middle of a beginning of the beginning.
Touch. Kiss. Make Love. Bring babies.

A crying kid or friend invokes a motherly instinct and the same instantly gets translated into a kiss on tear- stained cheeks.
Puch‼ lands the mother’s kiss on her kid’s face each time she sees it with love.
And your lover’s kiss is a manifestation of his/her love.

In most of the Arab countries they shower honour by kissing the hands of the revered ones.

The first kiss is never forgotten.
The genuine. And also the fake.

The first kiss is like a whiff of the fresh air.
The last kiss is like sealing life.
Forever.

Othello’s lips on that of his departed wife.
Closer home, Omkara’s on his dead spouse.

Kiss-the life- maker and breaker.
When love strikes it’s kiss.
When lust strikes it’s kiss.
When lust of love comes calling it’s kiss.
When life beckons- it’s kiss.