kanha

Kanhaa .. bairun hui bansuri
Ho kanhaaa .. tere adhar kyun lagi
Aang se lagey to bol sunave
Bhaiye na moh lagey kanha
Din to katta, saanj kattey
Kaise kattey ratiyaaa

Kanhaa .. tere hi rang mein ranggi

Ho kanha .. saanj ki chav saawari
Sanj samay jab, sanj liptave
Lajja kare baavri
Kuch na kahe
Apne aap se
Aapi karein batiyan

Le gaya surajjj
Chod gaya kashi re ..
Heyyy…. kanha ..

(excerpts)

Movie : Veer

Singer : Rekha Bharadwaj

i don't know what to write

been ages since i wrote something here... and its the same today... i don't know what to write here... there are times when i know what to write, but i don't end up publishing my write-ups... today i was reading a few of my older posts and now i am nostalgic... :)

thats the reason i thought i'd atleast say hello to the blogger in me... :)

posting my latest diwali picture (just so theres something worth catching up on)... smiles

Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

fantastic book... a must read... a few excerpts...

* We all owe death a life. (Isn't this true? To give death its full onus we should live a life worth living.)


* Do Hindus not accept that the world is a kindof dream; that Brahma dreamed, is dreaming the universe; that we only see dimly through that dream-web, which is Maya. Maya maybe defined as all that is illusory; as trickery,artifice and deceit. Apparitions, phantasms, mirages, sleight-of-hand, the seeming form of things: all these are parts of Maya.

* The promise of exotic futures has always seemed the perfect antidote to the disappointments of the present.

Salman Rushdie

child in us

In each of us a child has lived and a child has died – a child of promise, who never grew up.

Aparajito

Bibhutibhushan Bandhopadhyay

The Last Song of Dusk

a sentence from this book...

the only purpose of innocence was that it had to be lost, and the most defining characteristic of love was that it must be longed for.

Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

kalaghoda fest

kalaghoda is an art fest held in mumbai every year... i went to take a look this year and took a few pics of the activities and festivities... everything at this fest is super indian.. with ethnic things on sale and old indian customs seen around...


one of my favorite pictures showing the wind wand seller... reminds me of days long gone by when my father used to buy these for me everytime we went to the Gateway for an evening out... how i used to play with these wands and compete with my brother to see whose wand rotated the most... :)

and well.. thats me at the fest...

letter to a friend

Dear Sougata,

I have been planning to write this letter to you since a few days now. Not just to thank you for all you have done, but also to put it up here so that I have the pleasure to read it in the future when these day might not be anymore.

First of all, Rakesh and I want to thank you for the help you have sent for our favourite charity. The money has been utilized to bring a big smile to the faces of the deaf and dumb children. I feel that it is easy to donate a sum of money, but more difficult to give time for these endeavours and convince people to help. Again, knowing your busy schedule, we appreciate the time you have put in to persuade them to assist the school.

On a personal level too, it is my great pleasure to be known as your friend. I have never known anyone as intelligent as you and it is fun to discuss various subjects with you. We will definitely be termed as ‘nerds’ if people know how crazily we discuss books, economics, spirituality, life and psychology. In fact you are worse because you know so much more than me. I wonder how you can retain so much knowledge in that brain of yours. I am surely not joking when I call your brain an encyclopedia.

The way you have led your life has been an inspiration for me. I always set you up as an example when my students need to be encouraged or inspired. You have come a long way in life, Sougata. You have achieved and excelled in most of the things you have set your heart to. Today you are moving a step higher in your professional life. I wish you all the best for the future. I know you are very capable for the kind of job you have been asked to do. We need honest people in your profession and I am so proud of you for being that.

I have learnt a lot of things from you. The most important being how to face the difficulties in life. I can always rely on you as a friend and I don’t always have to tell you what my problems are. Your presence has a very calming effect on me and I know that things will be fine soon.

Thank- you for always being around and being such a nice human being. It is a pleasure to know you.

Neha.

papa's gyan

papa would tell me, "beta never get married to someone whose living depends on the stock market"

snippets i heard yesterday...

the owners of 'cream center' which is a very famous chain of restaurants in mumbai have gone bankrupt..

reason : lost money in the stock market


flash back... a year ago...

flat owner: i will sell this flat for 95 lakhs
uncle: i will pay 90 lakhs
flat owner: i wont even accept 94 lakhs.

result... no deal

2 days ago...

uncle: how much for the flat?
flat owner: 60 lakhs
uncle: i shall pay 55 lakhs
flat owner: ok deal.
uncle: i want to see the flat papers
flat owner: sure

(calls his son)

flat owner to son: we have got a deal for the flat. 55 lakhs. send the papers.
son: err don't you know? the papers are with the bank. we mortgaged the flat to buy shares from the stock market.

game, set over...

papa was right....
and i am glad i stuck to his gyan...

laterzz :p

sisters in action...

a trip to mount abu... and a week with family and cousins... here are a few nautanki pics with my cousin dhara who joined us all the way from dubai... enjoy...

pics taken at the Kesar Vilas Palace Hotel...


so which ones better??? the calvin klein (hiding my eyes) or the fastrack (on my head)??


maharani neha...


maharani dhara kumari...


a la mallika sherawat run...


slow motion.... again...


maaro iskoooo.... masti mood...!

more pics to follow... laterzzzz

when i was 25...

place - manali, beas river

hunger...

Uganda.. 1980..

what was i doing when this child was dying of hunger??... laughing?... crying?... eating?... screaming at my mom for making me eat something i did not want?...

we take a lot of things for granted... never happy with what we have... always wanting things we do not have... its sad...

confused!!!!!

i am learning to drive... and i am throughly confused... clutch, break, gear, right, left, signal.. ouch!!!!!!

doesnt mean i will give up...

laterzzz all

dream...

last night i dreamt i had a 1 year old baby girl... it has shaken me to the core...

more of dubai...

dubai marina... the place i loved the most... thats my cousin dhara... hriday my nephew... my bhabhi deepa.. and my mom...

The Rain

Fiction written for BUF some months ago...

It was the season of Navratri. She was out dancing with her friends. She was wearing a beautiful long green bandhni skirt with a matching blouse. Her dupatta wrapped around her like a mini sari. Her long earrings swishing around her nape like a lover’s kiss. Her dozen bangles playing the tune of love. Her beautiful silver necklace clinging to her neck like a lover’s arms. Her eyes twinkling as she whirled about to the tune of the music. Swirling her skirt enticingly to the rhythm.

She was not alone. She had her friends around. There were hordes of people around her, dancing to the same tune. But her dance was different. She had never danced like this before. She knew he was watching her. She knew he was dancing with her. Moving to the same beats. Flowing with the same rhythm. He was dressed in a long black chudidar kurta. A beige dupatta thrown around his neck. He was handsome with the most beautiful smile she had ever known.

After the show her friends decided to go for a drive. She refused to join them, as it was too late. He offered to drop her home. She jumped at the opportunity. She wanted to be alone with him. They left the others and decided to walk home. It wasn’t too far. It was just a 20-minute walk home.

As soon as they were out of sight, he held her hand playing with her fingers tantalizingly. Her heart jumped a beat, but didn’t do anything about it. They walked in silence for a while. As they turned to a relatively lonely lane (moving towards her house) it started raining. They had to rush for shelter. There was nothing much around that could help shelter them. So they ran towards the gate of a building and stood at the entrance there. It was late at night and no one was around. Darkness surrounded them. They stood - hand in hand - waiting for the rain to stop. But it started pouring harder. It was cold. He felt her shiver. He held her close to him, hugging her with his left arm. She trembled again. And this time it was not because of the cold.

It just happened. It wasn’t planned. He knew he had to do this. He wanted it so much. He held her close to him, as he bent his head towards her face. His arms wove around her nape spinning threads of desire in her core. He held her softly and pulled her towards him. She moved forward without any resistance. And then their lips touched. It was a kiss in the rain. The most beautiful kiss of her life. Their lips played with each other. Moving to the rhythm and the beat of the rain. Her heart beating to the music of the raindrops falling around them. He pushed her to the wall unconsciously, as their kiss deepened. She was glad for the support of the wall. She kissed him back fervently. He pressed close to her. They were totally unaware of their surroundings. Their eyes closed, lost in desire. Their senses alert to the touch of each other. Passion brewing steadily. The rain drenching them. The fire of his kisses sizzling the water drops that were playing enticingly around them. His lips trailing the kisses to her nape. Moving further to her ears. Softly. Smoothly. She embraced him. Knowing she loved him. She hid her face in his arms, smiling softly. The rain had slowed down. It was time to go. She moved away from him. Reluctantly. Knowing the magic was over. He didn’t want her to go. She knew she had to go. She took his hand and pulled him towards her house. Walking away in the darkness. Hand in hand. With dreams of something more than just kisses.

band baaja...

today 10 am...
loud music...
theres a wedding in the next building...
a band of musicians playing...

jag saara jag saara nigad gaya..... (jab we met)

i run to the window... its fun watching the band play...

my eyes rove around the scene...
no ones dancing...
people are moving at their own pace... going to work... going to the bank... moving to the bus stop...

suddenly my eyes hold on to a window at a computer education centre on the opposite side of the road...

theres a guy at the window... can't actually see his face... but he's swaying to the music... not swaying... dancing... right at the window...

and i smile... theres someone who has time to do what he wants.. at his own pace... how many of us do that?

at 10.00 am on a working day?!

dubai masti...

other pics will follow... ciaooo..

pimple breakout... ouch!

mount abu trip

ek behen paanch bhai... (one sis 5 bros)

next generation same issue... 1 sis 4 bros!

classy me... with the kings pic in the background

mirror at the palace hotel where we were put up..

the conference room at the hotel...

princess messy at the fireplace??? .... naah :p


aatish... thats my bro... (as khadus as he looks).. but thats the way i love him... hugsss...

thats prisha again...

a few pics of prisha... everyone says i used to look the same when i was a kid... cute wasn't i?

next... pics of my trip to mt. abu...