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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Rajasthan in my lane...
It was a summer weekend extended family gathering in my neighbourhood .The family is from Rajasthan, and the first signs of that beautiful part of the country were there sand-laden cars almost choking the lane.
The second visible rajasthani delight was the ladies adorned in all possible bright hues one can imagine,however I regret not seeing their faces almost always covered with their heavy chunri and sarees .
I completely surprised myself when I even enjoyed the loud folk songs played by one of the drivers in the car.
The evening was full of change and surprises,I didn't mind hanging on my balcony enjoying all the activity in this otherwise sleepy place.What changed my day for the worse was the end of the gathering,not that the guests leaving made me sad.
It came as a shock when I realised that artificially enough ,most of the families coming out of the house ,almost all had not a single girl....strange isn't it...
I no longer liked the rajasthan in my lane.
The second visible rajasthani delight was the ladies adorned in all possible bright hues one can imagine,however I regret not seeing their faces almost always covered with their heavy chunri and sarees .
I completely surprised myself when I even enjoyed the loud folk songs played by one of the drivers in the car.
The evening was full of change and surprises,I didn't mind hanging on my balcony enjoying all the activity in this otherwise sleepy place.What changed my day for the worse was the end of the gathering,not that the guests leaving made me sad.
It came as a shock when I realised that artificially enough ,most of the families coming out of the house ,almost all had not a single girl....strange isn't it...
I no longer liked the rajasthan in my lane.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Then and Now
Summers didn't mean much to me in my growing -up years in Shimla,except a rather thick rush of tourists there.A few years later as a student in Chandigarh I enjoyed bounties of the hot-indian summer to the fullest for the first time.Mangoes,watermelons,ice-creams,evening walks,tall shakes,shorts and spaghetti tops.The minuscule room in hostel was barely a palace of dreams with the loud cooler a constant companion.
The dark but cool corridors of the AC Joshi library in the university ,thickly lined with volumes of wisdom was the oasis, other than late night chats on the lawns with my friends.
Now almost a decade later in the same city....things have changed,life has changed, for better or worse I'm yet to decide.Have a home here now,share the AC comfort with my beautiful daughter and husband.There is no worrying for water for the cooler,electricity cut in the middle of the night.Just a longing for a heart -to-heart at 2a.m with a friend,or the mad run on a scooty at 10 p.m for an ice-cream before the hostel gates close.
A strange tug for no mobile times,when waiting for his call on the hostel phone was romance.
When writing meant time alone with my faded diary.
I know it is unfair to weigh one period against the other...what are memories for...
and who knows next decade on something more technologically advanced than a blog i'll tell you about my 2011 in chandigarh.
The dark but cool corridors of the AC Joshi library in the university ,thickly lined with volumes of wisdom was the oasis, other than late night chats on the lawns with my friends.
Now almost a decade later in the same city....things have changed,life has changed, for better or worse I'm yet to decide.Have a home here now,share the AC comfort with my beautiful daughter and husband.There is no worrying for water for the cooler,electricity cut in the middle of the night.Just a longing for a heart -to-heart at 2a.m with a friend,or the mad run on a scooty at 10 p.m for an ice-cream before the hostel gates close.
A strange tug for no mobile times,when waiting for his call on the hostel phone was romance.
When writing meant time alone with my faded diary.
I know it is unfair to weigh one period against the other...what are memories for...
and who knows next decade on something more technologically advanced than a blog i'll tell you about my 2011 in chandigarh.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Mom - Dad
on the mantlepiece
I see a young shy bride
all of 18
and a young man
with a proud Dev Anand expression
beside her.
its mom and dad
46 years ago,
the day they became man and wife.
In my 32 years I've seen them
argue,laugh,complain
In health and in sickness
In prosperity and calamity
fight with each other and more often
for each other.
The essence
I guess
is to be a team always
to honour,respect,love and cherish
with all the human flaws.
The lines on your hands
and faces
tell a long tale of
sacrifices and struggles.
Mom and Dad
I'm grown up enough to know
that no marriage is perfect
yet Yours
Is an inspiration.
love you both.
Monday, May 9, 2011
कल मदर'स डे था माँ
की सबके जैसे
मैं भी बोलूँ कुछ ख़ास तुम्हे
कोई कविता या फिर कोई गिफ्ट भेजू
पर नहीं हुआ इस बार भी
हमने रोज़ की तरह
बस की अपनी -अपनी ज़िन्दगी की बातें सांझी
आपसे सीखे ज़िन्दगी के कुछ और नुस्खे
और आपने मुझसे
इन्टरनेट की और बारीकी
मेरी हँसी मैं
जानती हूँ आपने सुन लिया जो मुझे था कहना
और आपके दुआ भरे हाथ छू
गए मुझे इतनी दूर से भी
हाँ माँ
लोग कहते हैं
कल मदर'स डे था