Monday 10 December 2012

History, you repeat again!


Here, you come again and wake me up,
Here, you come again and slam me up!
This moment seems quite familiar,
This moment seems quite framed!
Then was a time unknown,
And then was a time torn and worn!
History, you repeat again!
History, you cheat again!
You are here walking and knocking,
You are here honking and mocking!

Monday 22 October 2012

Am I a stranger in my own country?


This poem is dedicated to child domestic workers who live a life of unfulfilled dreams in their own country.  (Part of my project with National Domestic Workers Movement, India)


Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?
The life I knew was robbed and battered,  
The time I was in, was taken and mislead!
I left home for a distant land unknown at dawn,
But, hope still flickered in me and thy!

The dream was getting better and that too quicker,
The struggle was bitter and did give jitters, then and there!
But, still life was determined to make things glitter!
The fear did build, it took me to a night that killed, my heart and thy!
Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?

Days of vain and nights of pain,
Powerless and cramped became my life,
I make your homes clean and bright,
But, you turn me into a stone and thy!
Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?

Low I stand, frightened of even the ones I’m born,
The parents who sold me or the others who ruined thy!
I am harassed and withered from inside and out,
Merciless encounters do die hard!
Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?

My mind still plays tidings of tricks,
I walk and run in the beaches of gifts!
The lamp shines on my books and
My rights rise high and thy!
Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?

Finally, I yawned and gave up torn,
My country gave a sigh and thy!
But, the fight went on for a land or ground,
A piece to bury the remains of me and mourn!
Am I a stranger in my own country?
Am I outlander to my own cause?

Tuesday 9 October 2012

10 ways to save money in our daily routine life



1.       The return of piggy banks into our life
Getting back to old ways is not bad always. Reviving tradition has always been on my agenda personally and professionally. Though, I work in the area of preserving and reviving tangible and intangible heritage. However, since the talk here concerns finance, who can forget our old piggy/penny banks. Why not bring it back into our life? I have tried it and it really plays its trick. I have been trying this for almost 2 years now and it does its job good. I have tried a combination of beautiful terracotta penny jars and colourful boxes installed at ideal places. I even paint these terracotta jars to lend it a more colourful personal touch. The space makes a huge difference in this attempt though. Placing the penny banks and boxes near the main entrance of your house, dining table, dressing table, wardrobe area does work wonders. I and my hubby together saved almost 6K in a year by dropping coins. These jars and boxes really act like monstrous penny snatchers and that small gap in them tempts me to drop in the coins into them. 

2.       The homemade filter coffee mania
If you are a “Bean-o-holic” and need your caffeine on a daily basis, then I’m sure your visits to the Barista’s, Café days, Café worlds and Costa’s are as regular as your need for water. The Espresso, Cappuccino and Café Lattes are part of your regular vocabulary. Why not try different coffee beans at your home and make life cosier? Rather than going for these exorbitantly charged hot brews, celebrate a coffee festival at home. Try different brands (local and international) and have a blast. That’s what we did! Also, I went through this search spree and finally we customized our kind of bean powder. Bean powder from a coffee estate in Coorg which was being exported by a “mami at the local kovil” combined with the “Bru – roast and ground” coffee powder. The result was divine!

3.       Health and Wealth at one go
Skip short auto, rickshaw and bus rides. Walk it through. The walk would have rejuvenated you by getting the toxins out. Now balance it out by dropping this petite saving into the penny jar near the entrance door.  Enjoy a tall glass of ice-tea toppled with lime, mint and ice-cubes to celebrate this two-win moment of health and wealth! You will feel like starting your life all over again after this….



4.       Shed off the pride! Take a chill pill!
I feel losing one’s pride till a point where it doesn’t make a difference to your self-respect is fine. Taking from here, I have no inhibitions in telling people what I want, if asked ofcourse and otherwise too. Rather than buying everything yourself it gets better if it comes as a gift or a used commodity in a good condition! And for a person who always has had an affair with gifts, it surely must not be a problem. This step helps you save a lot in every sphere of your life!

5.       Breaking the taboo of “My housemaid is my right hand”
The Indian household tinkers and twinkles at the sight of its housemaid every time the sun rises and when it comes down. Households are on a constant hunt for the precious maid!  This tradition dates back to generations and breaking it is considered more a taboo than a revolution. I suppose, DIY was considered an unholy way of life. But, as India becomes stronger as an economical power, the sight of this housemaid is diminishing slowly. Why not get ourselves acquainted with the DIY mode slowly and steadily? It sounds crazy and impossible but, it can happen. Maybe having a maid once a day is just enough for us. Do scale your requirement and take a decision! Anyway, it’s not long before this species is going extinct!

6.       Talent and skill pool
Remember what you were good at in your school/college days. Bring it back into your life! It will surely make your life more interesting. You will be amazed on how much you have forgotten about yourself all these years! This whole process will bring back memories of those stress free days to you and make you laugh out loud. Discover yourself and uncover your unused skills and talent. Make use of it and nourish yourself. Why not share what you have? You can further pass on your talent to those who want to learn it and earn a bit. This can be your extra income which u can drop into your piggy banks.

7.       The dirty laundry bazaar
The household market is a world of giants! That too the cleansing brands flood the market with washing products including detergents, germ shields, easy washes, after-wash, bleach and more. Just the laundry products and machines itself can form a bazaar!  I have myself tried dozens of stuff like Tide “nimbu aur chandan” “rose”, Ariel “oxyblue”, Surf excel, Rin, Godrej Easy wash, Surf excel after wash, Rin bar, wheel bar, Rin Bleech, Robin whitener. What I found?  A Rs 20/-  tide pack does as good a job as a Rs 85/- ariel pack. Well the easy washes do help to save our dry clean costs though. The job here is to choose carefully and use minimally. No need to follow the scoop instructions for washing machines. The bars usually melt away during summers so no use for them. Even otherwise I feel they are a waste and make your hands look rusted.           

8.       Advertisement VS Meditation

An appreciation for an advertisement and the process which leads to purchasing the same product varies from person to person. The temptation factor is always high these days because of the rising economy, unending contentment and unique creative.  The way I find out of this temptation is through meditation. I meditate for about 5-10 minutes repeating the name of the product. Once over, I go through the need and want for the product in question again. It sounds unrealistic but, yes I started doing this very recently so I do not know how far it will be a successful way. But, no harm in trying it I suppose! To a certain extent it has already started helping a shop-o-holic like me!


9.       Window shopping
On a boring day, window shopping just peps me up. Moreover, it helps us know the different deals running at different super markets, discounts, value buys and more. It has helped me identify unknown shops in my local areas as I leisurely walk giving myself time to explore each and every shop on the way.

10.   Decking up your house
Why not brighten up the doors and walls at your place with 3D stickers, self-designed posters or paintings and photographs. It helps making your place more cosy and attached rather than brass statues, ceramic models, glass vases or anything which you get with a big price tag on it! Try it once and you will know what I’m talking about!




Wednesday 26 September 2012

Why? But …Why?


I feel you are looking at me,
Sitting there you see me cry,
Why? But …Why?

I stood by you,
And prayed to you,
Why? But…Why?

Why this betrayal? Why this life?
I stayed with you all my life,
Why? But…Why?

Answer me while I try,
To make up while I break up,
With myself and this murkier tryst,
Why? But…Why?                   

I believed in you, I abided in you,
But, you are breaking me today …
Why? But…Why?                   

I need you to talk, I want you to show,
Where didn’t I try? Where did I lie?
Why? But…Why?

I was nothing but a child,
I didn’t know then but I do know now,
You choose for me a path for my heart,
 Why? But…Why?

But, I thought you always choose the right,
Why did you make me kind? You moulded my mind!!!
Why? But…Why?

Why? But…Why did you forsake one for the other?
I wait for your turn to make up for the other…
The spell of time has brought about this other….
Why? But…Why?

I wait for you for the sake of my dues,
Let me know…Oh…please let me know
Why? But…Why?













Breaking


I’m breaking…bit by bit and piece by piece….
I never gave up, but I have started to now….
Hope was never a problem but, I hate it now…
I don’t want it to come near me…please don’t touch me!!!
I was destined to be what I’m today…
I was cursed to be what I’m today… .
I want to be where I’m today….
I love it because I finally have you today!!!

Sunday 9 September 2012

Echo


I’m wordless today and haven’t felt so poor before,
I don’t know where to start and where to end,
I ‘m feeling like an empty trunk of a tree,
I think I never had a heart before,
But, I’m smiling on and off thou,
I am gross at myself; I want to be cruel to myself,
I want to forgive me but, I can’t let it be,
The road I lost gets back on track,
The memories I forgot gets flashed back,
The days of laugh echo back!!!!!

Saturday 8 September 2012

Games, Greatness and Gratefulness….and God


I always thought a game makes you come out, know yourself and give your best shot;
I always thought greatness was a trait you achieve as you trod along living life;
I always thought gratefulness is a feeling we have for moments of worth;
What I forgot was each of this word starts with a “G”…..and you too God have played the greatest game with me and left me to feel the gratefulness of it!!!

The flight of the enlightened heart


A heart which touched me with its tenderness,
A heart which saw me with a glowing flame,
A heart which made me smile with its warmth,
A heart as pure as white and a sight like gold,
Took a path to discover life!!!
I lost it here and I lost it there,
But, I never felt the need to hear,
The heart did beat, the heart did speak,
It took its breadth, it took the stretch,
I denied it then but, I was naïve upfront,
I didn’t know my own heart, I made it pass!
There it grew and it did flew…….but,
I never saw the flight of the enlightened heart!

Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, books…


As tiny as a letter could explain,
As small as a word could count,
As long as a sentence could stand,
As big as a paragraph can withstand,
As far as the pages can turn,
As voluminous as the books can weigh,
Does your love grow to be……………………..

The purity of life


I hear the sound of your heart; it beats to the tinkling of the anklets I adorn!

I see the smile on your face; it completes itself with the crack of my laughter!

I smell you unknowing; that our heart and mind mingles at that very moment!

You take my hand; and I let you to dance me to the music of your heart!

You tell me that you love me; but I forget you even with tears in your eyes!

You showed me the purity of life; which I remember today with all that I have!

Wednesday 8 August 2012

A Mojito this Afternoon


You came up this afternoon and dazzled me light!                         
I surprised myself!  A stint with you did make things bright!

You came up iced, crushed and brushed; you came in flavoured, all mint and lime!
Sparkling in sheets of water, you winked at me “Shiny”, Oh mine!

Neither did you let me float nor did you make me bolt!
You made me stir, you made me right!

A Mojito this Afternoon turned the day into night!
To make me flicker with flames as pure as white!!


RECIPE ---

Ingredients – 1/2 tsp icing sugar, Juice of 1/2 lime, 4 fresh

mint leaves, Crushed ice, 60 ml Bacardi rum/vodka/gin, 

Soda water.

Preparation method – In a tall glass, stir icing sugar and
lime juice together. Slightly crush the mint leaves and add 
to glass. Fill glass with crushed ice, add rum/vodka/gin and
 stir. Add soda water to fill glass (or to taste), and garnish 
with more fresh mint.




Friday 27 July 2012

Eighteen


I imagined a danger sign, I accepted it and read the notice…..It said “walk with love in this direction!”…I looked at the time…it blinked just 18….but, yes it never said…18 seconds, 18 minutes, 18 hours, 18 days, 18 weeks, 18 months, 18 years, 18 decade, 18 centuries, 18 lives…………I took the hidden path……I nurtured love and have taken care of it!!!!!!!!! 

Saturday 7 July 2012

WAR


The clouds bring curiosity and so the future,
Winds of a grave land, speak up at every caress,
Prophecy, presumption and precision gain speed,
Instincts become swords and words become roars,
The white of dawn breaks the shackles of black,
Far from us breaks the soulS of WAR………………..



Monday 25 June 2012

A Prayer

A part of me feels so complete, so full, that it just doesn’t matter to desire now!!

My hands come together to worship you, with such gratitude, what I see seems too picture perfect!!
Neither can I move ahead nor can I look back!! It seems like eternity!! I feel senseless!!

Thank you for fulfilling my dream, through time you wheeled, with prayers you healed!!
And then two tiny hands grab me, a smile waked me, a touch warmed me,

And now life takes a new turn, my thoughts make a beginning…………..Be with me Infant of Prague,
As I loose myself to you again, for I have no retreat, for I have nothing but, you again!

I have forgotten much and gained much! And somewhere in-between lost me much!!
This prayer is for me and only me, for it is me that needs it more this time!!

I cannot breathe, I cannot weave, and this life is what I cannot seize!!
Be with me; walk with me as I re-begin, as I live,

Be with me Infant of Prague!!

Saturday 23 June 2012

I saw you again


You came to me with a life unfulfilled,
You stayed with me, with eyes brimming with dreams,
You swayed away with life trimmed and skimmed,
You carried away my heart un-win!!!

Time flew and winds threw,
Pages turned and the stone churned,
Whistles blew and the knackers fumed,
Life got brewed with changes light and doomed!

And then, I saw a set of twinkling eyes watching me,
I saw lips as luscious as I ever knew,
I saw eyebrows which lifted every time you saw me,
I saw nose which pointed high when you spoke to me,
I saw you again, I saw you again, and I saw you completing my dream!!!!

Saturday 16 June 2012

Wretched life! Wrecked me!

Am I a liar? Am I the waver?
Am I so wrong? Am I such a yaff?
Am I hornswoggle or some lollygag?
Am I all this and you are not?
You axed me off! You tricked me warm!
With no fault of mine you kicked me down!
Wretched is this life for what I thought!
Wrecked am I for what I have done!

Thursday 14 June 2012

The Underestimation

The world shrinks as we move, towards an unknown day and a darker night!   
    
Reaching out to the one you know, brotherhood or sisterly act, stands at zilch without an ounce!
The moments are just about underestimation which either you do or I!
You don’t want the other, ahead of you in rat race or otherwise!
Crazy people on a high don’t think twice before acting wise!
You are nothing, I am all, is the choice of almost every voice!
Life gets betrayed, at the edge of this bleeding rise!
Time gets foiled with unbinding tries!

Sunday 20 May 2012

Away, Far and Incomplete

Away from home, away from you;
Far from some, Far I have come;
Incomplete is day, Incomplete is night;
Away, Far and Incomplete am I!!!
(Missing you miserably, love you unconditionally)

Thursday 10 May 2012

A Bird in hand


It so happened.... that on one of my busy mornings last week, I had just got out of the front door holding my son's little soft hand. We had just taken a few flight of steps when I spotted something grey-bluish moving on the window pane of our building. The movement was so sober and restrained, that I just couldn't figure out what it was. As, I neared the edge of the last step, I knew the probability of what it was. Just a few steps further, there it was - a tiny, just-born, little featherless birdie, fallen from somewhere above. My two year old son was as moved as I was, just that he was much quicker than me in extending his hand. I stopped him just there trying to make him understand in our blabber language, which he did. With strains of efforts this little birdie was rubbing its soothing skin on the rough cement wall of the window pane and moving towards the edge which obviously it didn't know. The eyes where still not open but, it chirped and chirped as it moved forward. 
The little birdie as I laid it in the carton box

 The only moment I realized then and there was, when I looked at my son and my eyes went back to this little birdie. I got my mobile from my bag and gave a call to Just Dial! Hey, can I have the address and phone numbers of Vet doctors. The response came through an SMS. And I called a clinic in Vashi and I was told to bring the bird there! I took the bird in a small carton box, dropped my son at the day care and reached the vet clinic. 


The clinic in Vashi
I was in Que with one doggerman, two Petit's (there eyes were as hopeless as I was in guessing how they are surviving away from France from where this breed origin's from), a cute round doodle and a huge guardian. I asked the helpers there, if I can leave the bird and take leave. The response was a hard "No". I had to wait for the doctor to lead me somewhere where I can make the bird stay. In the phase of these events I realized I had left my mobile cover in the auto I had landed up in. I gave a call to my hubby to give this birdie news. He was much happier to know that I had only lost my mobile cover and not my mobile!! (An interactive S2 which costed him bombs!) 


Finally, I came to face the doc who was already appraised by those over-surprised helpers who thought I was wasting my time and had already told me in between that I should just leave the bird somewhere! Now the doc already had a smug on his face which was getting on my nerves. He simply told me that the only option I have is to hand over the bird to the "Bai Sakarbai Dinshaw Petit Hospital for Animals" at Parel. I was already being given the travel instructions. I did request the vet if he could feed the bird some water and I was given a dropper. I requested him again but, there seemed to be zilch response. I asked him again if I could leave the bird there and someone can either drop or pickup the bird from the clinic. The doctor was just repeating his golden words "Bai Sakarbai Dinshaw Petit Hospital for Animals". Just to give some intellectual inputs he pointed out the bird seemed to be a rare bird because its hind legs are very long and the birds body width is quite broad. The feathers seem to be blue in colour and it may be it's a night bird.


                      The bluish feathers


I got out and gave a quick call to my hubby who liked the idea the helpers had given me. I ended the call and found the helper standing behind me. I asked him again for a better view of the route I have to undertake. Shaking myself I took a shared auto to Vashi railway station and took the VT local for Sewri. En route I found myself surrounded by little kids who for some reason did not hear the birdie's call because of the velocity with which the train travelled, otherwise, there would have been some real hype and unnecessary "Can I touch it?" queries. Once I got out, I buzzed on a few people's direction sense, took a cab and finally after a few minutes reached  "Bai Sakarbai Dinshaw Petit Hospital for Animals". I had started talking to the bird since it seemed talkative too. The bird's call for its giver had gone up over the past 2-3 hours. It sounded more like a shrieking quiver. I knew it needed more than water and food and was all the more hopeful that this place we were going to will fulfill its need. The people in the shared cab I had taken including the driver did give me some "over reactive looks"!!


I walked into the compound of "Bai Sakarbai Dinshaw Petit Hospital for Animals" and found it to be a very old complex. 



                                 The entrance to the hospital
The place was divided into zones for dogs, cats, horses and more. I showed the security my reason for being there and he gave me directions. I walked till the end of the compound where a board said dog ward. 


The path which lead to the room where I handed over the birdie
A few helpers were moving around and I showed them my little birdie. "Oh!" was the exclamation I got from this one helper. He took the small carton from me and walked off. I asked him if I should stay to see the doc and if they will be able to help the birdie and he said "dekhna padega" - (have to see). I asked him to handover the birdie to me again. I said one bonded farewell to the birdie and gave it all the luck in the world for now I said "It's your destiny, I have done my part to whatever extent I can!"..After giving it one very long look, I gave it to the helper and left back. It was a little painful for I will not know what happened to the bird but, somewhere the dreamer, fantasist, positive out looker and karma believer in me, believes that the bird will take wings of delight! 

The room. The last time I saw the birdie here.



Monday 30 April 2012

When "The only one" fails you!

A world full of people does not count, does it?
The one in the world, does!
A list of friends, dusk-off, don't they?
There is one who dawns!
A thousand words fade away, wont they?
But, one gets embossed!
A lovely life fakes and with thorns,
When the only one fails you!

Hopeless and plagued

I have been hopeless many a times now,
I feel I'm sinking to the bottom of a vast entity!

I have been ruthless to myself and mine,
Defeating moments of happiness!

I feel like stabbing my own heart,
waking up to what my mind broods!

Selfishly threading a boggling past,
I strike at people's pride!

The pride that's me and only me,
I make them break and shake a sigh!

Oh, I've prayed and swayed,
but, I come back to this trap!

An anger which caught webbed,
returns back again to hate!

I quack, I sack with dismay,
my own heart, my own part!

Oh God! Be with me to forget and forgive!
For I can't take anymore this plague I pass!




Thursday 26 April 2012

PUNCHLINERS

Do not go where the path leads, rather, go where there is no path and leave a trail!


The past needs to move on to make way to the unknown future. But, that is when explorations happen!


I loose my heart everyday :( ...................God's given me a man who wins it everyday :)

The journey of discovering ourselves in each other!

Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved !

The Present is the KEY to FREEDOM. We LIVE in the NOW !!! Practice it and live life to the fullest :)

Sunday 15 April 2012

Ecstasy at “Mini Sea Shore”


I came for you and only you,
You drag me at times and call me at times,
I get drawn with blissful reminders,
How we met, the moments we got wet!

You colour my life with delight and
Make me vouch for your sight!
I switch off my life to be with you,
Drown my thoughts to ride with you!

The moment of truth, life’s bountiful proof,
You make me live life in a happy loop!
You look at me with rapturous halts,
And that’s when I jump with inspired jolts!

Ecstasy at “Mini Sea Shore”
Rejuvenates my senses without doubt!
You may know not who this is, but you got to know,
It’s a chuski, a kala-khatta with lime as tops!  

RECIPE:- Crushed ice made into a gola. Insert a candy stick into it to hold. Pour a flavour of your choice on the gola. Cola, Mango, grapes, orange, rose, kala-khatta or any other. You can add some kala-namak, pepper, lime for the Masala. Now take halted chuski sips. It’s a summer’s treat to quench your thirst for coolness! 

Friday 16 March 2012

A funny today

I had a really funny day today, something got stolen from my house and I hope it comes back...it was a gift from one of life's best couple!!!Praying to god as I write further.......


Today, was a funny day!
my moods went upstream,
then downstream and 
then floated away...to repeat.....


Morning came with a bolt, a precious something got stolen!
It made me fume, it made me act, it made me go in search for that!
That thing made me consume time, submerge myself into a infinite rhyme!
A rhyme to find out if it still lays unseen, somewhere layered to make a miss!


Afternoon, I decided to forget it all, or I would have fallen into its trap 'O' maul!
I lived another life, I walked another world, I watched a movie and made it live!
Two hours of greet with characters upbeat, made me climb to my moods sublime!
I then  made a Que for books so bright, they make you glued to where you sit tight!


Evening, brought in memories of the lost, my precious got stolen, O I sigh!
I thought of God, the person who might know the truth behind the unknown fact!
Oh, I'm sure so much that more, I knew who might have taken it to darken my light!
I hope it comes back where it belongs for it was a gift from life's chosen knights!





Monday 12 March 2012

The age of turbulence - Brief Insights into our own Indian marriage



13 on my fathers side and 6 on my mothers side together takes the count to 19! With a lifted
nose and broadened shoulder bones I start taking the long count of my neice and nephews from these 19 cousins I own. Spread across several lanes and by-lanes of the world, I still know very less about are these finely woven family threads. The charm of facebook has been maintaining our networking levels too. A few of us do call each other occasionally to know more than what we know already from the posts, updates and tags.

I take the liberty to say that one of the best things to happen in our life, is the marraige which we attended of each other's. The fun we had then knows no bounds. It brought us closer like never before but, sadly also took us away from each other like never before. Now, busier than never before, and with all in our generation tied up, we fail to find reasons to club along. We try to find an opportunity for a re-union but, it never seems to come along.

Our own Indian marraige was kind enough to show us days of such free spirit and joy. Every marraige we had in our family has become life's celebrated moments captured in our minds and hearts forever and ever.  

Taking from here, have I been thinking, noticing, gazing, hearing and listening about "Our own Indian marraige". The contemporary route it has paved for itself, by still staying rooted to its magnificent larger than life image is quite amazing. What I briefly picked up to share with you is just one element of this big affair. The element which today seems to be going through the "age of turbulence". The element which over many generations has proudly claimed to have sole ownership of the "Y Chromosome", tagged to be 'the bread winner of the family'. We call him the Man, the masculine of its kind. Being a non-feminist, I always look gently on the other side too. And what I found was that our men are going through the "age of turbulence".They are all the more confused, stressed, undecided, reeling under extreme pressure. Today, as we Indian woman take a stand at every point of our life with a bolder outook like never before, our men stand baffled. Girls at a very young age seem to be putting their mind at work on relationships. The heart seems to have taken a back seat. The emotional quotient in a relationship seems to be of less priority with girls who are demanding a relationship which has a more practical clarity in understanding each others needs and values. The Indian men who knew their mothers as the giver of their life are having issues understanding this woman of his life who takes and gives. Men at work are more dumbfound with woman co-workers and leaders taking over their chances. This is what modern India looks like at this point, a phase in time which is watching the "Rise and rule of estrogen" as my husband terms it.

Our own Indian marraige has come to become innovatively experimental. The game seems more interesting. The dices seems to have changed shapes and numbers. The snakes are plenty, the ladders less. Indian men are still working on coming to terms with the emergence of this modern Indian woman. They are falling back on their momories of childhood, comparing, relating and wondering of what they knew of the woman they owned then in their mothers and stand all the more flusterred. There are no rules! That's today's Indian marraige! The Indian marraige is gradually breaking the age old tag of institution and principles to take new dimensions. But, what stands unsettled is our men. But, I suppose they are going to take time.
The war of the sexes seem to be gushed up on one side as of now and it will take time for men to unite their understanding for it. Meanwhile, I suppose some of us woman should not be using our reins but,just hold it. It was always meant to be in our hands, it has always been in our hands. The world has always come to give both the sexes our equality. We unite in each other to take the form of oneness. We are inseparable, merged into each other. Only a tandava by a man can evoke a lasya in a woman and vice versa. The cosmic energies come together to be the most positive whenever this happens. Here is something I came through some time back. It's worth reading -

“Agnishomatmakam jagat (अग्‍निषोमात्‍मकं जगत्‌)” is a quote from the Shrutis (Vedas). Fire (agni) is the male principle and is present in the menstrual flow of the female. The moon (soma) is the feminine principle and is present in the sperm of the male. Desire (kama) is the force binding the two. These two principles get attracted to one another due to desire. Philosophy too elucidates the same tenet. When Shiva gets associated with Divine Energy (Shakti) He becomes active. In the non-duality (advait) described in the holy text of Shivagam, Divine Energy (Shakti), that is the Great Illusion (Maya) is not renounced but is considered as the Energy of Brahman (Brahmashakti). The permanent union of Shiva and Shakti is considered as non-duality. Hemadri has described how this half-feminine (ardhanari) form is to be created in the text Chaturvargachintamani. According to him - the right half of Shiva should be that of a woman.’ In this form the potential of the feminine as well as the masculine principle is equal; hence it is described as ‘Shaktyasahitaha Shambuhu (शक्‍त्‍यासहित: शंभु: ।)' meaning The Lord Shambhu (Shiva) along with Divine Energy (Shakti).


I would conclude with a old saying "Men are the Kings who rule our minds and we are the queens who rule their hearts". Changing this seems too uncool to me.


(Just tried sketching the expressions of the eyes when performing the tandava and the lasya. Tandava is more vigorous in nature. Lasya is more graceful and gentle.)

Saturday 3 March 2012

I love you



You sparked up my life like never before, when I had been so low like never before,
You came to me, you touched my heart, You made me sing.. songs of life,
I loved you then, I love you now, Just that I never told you time around!
Ohhh..Ohhh…Ohhhh..hhhmmmmmm…hmmmmm…OhhhhhhhhhhooooOOOO

I want to know if you felt the same, the touch of breeze makes me lame,
I’ll come to you , you own my heart, you made my life kick start,
You let me go to pave my path  & define what is life’s better choice!
Ohhh..Ohhh…Ohhhh..mmmmmm…mmmmm…OhhhhhhhhhhooooOOOO

Thursday 16 February 2012

Breaking away from you


Here we break or make up for take,
there you go again  for the stake.
Muffled up I stand, with friends and folks,
Telling me to break-away for my own sake.


Lingering on with dew that wakes,
trembling my lips do shake.
Taking you away with sighs, I break,
the gates of hate I built thou late.


I pull down the drapes for a crying bait,
what comes to mind is the lovely bays.
Dreaming together were days of shiny hay,
we rolled and strolled our ways those days.


Here I scale my thought of fake,
gone are you with your fate.
I do.
Yes, I make my days grate away with you, unbinding mate.















  

Thursday 9 February 2012

The Rise of the DINKs


Indian pockets are getting heavier as the potential job markets grow favorably. We stand poised as one of the most sought out economies in the world and with a tempting currency value too! The tier 2 cities and towns are increasingly opted by young couples who find it more easier to plan their finances there. Our NRI brothers and sisters are slowly planning their big return to homeland. There seems to be a lot of excitement, anticipation and anxiousness around with India shining and gleaming like the star of wonder!


This lucarative phase of our country has also brought in a new cult or social sect called the DINKs! We have heard about them in the first world countries, but there potential in India has been steadily increasing. DINKs stand for Double income No kids. There is an extension to it as well which is DINKER. An addition of early retirement which makes you relax, sit back and flash it on the bygone era. The synergy of two incomes scoops up life certainly and with it an extension of no kids zone makes the DINK a DINK!


Angelina Jolie says "Everything in life is to do with Parenthood!" I say "Water"!!! Perceptions differ and DINKs have their own way too!


I have met lots of young professionals who liked what they were earning and were satisfied
with their single status. Their individual corporate income made them do some very interesting
stuff. The word of responsibility or commitment made them terrifyingly yawn. However, 
recently I have heard of so many DINK couples and thats what made me think, read and now 
write about them. 


DINKs are extravagantly inclined to the lavishness of the world and they come up with these unlimited wants which never seem to limit itself. The urge to own the sophistication makes them catch up with their lifestyle. Well, as it always happens we all talk about the pluses and minuses here too. Make aims, fulfil them. Dream holiday destinations, unravel them. Chase a Beetle, Buzz up. Create a studio, build it. A DINKy, I suppose believes that fantasies come true, but so do people like me. The difference, DINKs I suppose rigorously work towards it. Moreover, they make pacts with themselves on a childfree life. I wanted nothing but, to have one. However, as I mentioned earlier, perceptions differ and so do wants and needs. 


This new cult in the Indian society is surely here to raise some voices and shutter some eye lids. But, its here to stay and make its way across our society where a woman is labeled complete when she bears a child. On a personal level, I just feel "India is a democratic country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters." Well, so should we hope for some fall in population 
level? Will, we have some courageous adoptions by some satisfied DINKs in future? Will 
the female infancy ratio fall and fall? Will my son get a good bride? These are questions which
we will have answers someday like any other grilling development question. Meanwhile, The 
rise of the DINKs is inevitable. 

From my balcony

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