Friday, March 30, 2018

Man Bairagi...

मन बैरागी तन अनुरागी , कदम कदम दुश्वारी हैं 
जीवन जीना सहल ना जानो बहुत बड़ी फनकारी हैं 
औरों जैसे होकर भी बाइज़्जत हैं बस्ति में 
कुछ लोगों का सीधापन हैं 
कुछ अपनी अय्यारी हैं 

While watching the movie Aiyaari I came across these fabulous lines of the poet Nida Fazli.
The full poetry can be found online but right now these lines are just apt for me :)

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Me, my kid and God :P

The chutney was spicy, and there was no time to make a new one just to accommodate my little one who is actually not that little now :). So I thought of a plan.

Me: Kiddo, I have kept a chocolate in your box.
Kiddo: Why? [Surprised, because mom isn’t really the chocolate giving kinds]
Me: The chutney is a little spicy, so after you have had your food you can eat it.
Kiddo: Alright.
Me: Please simply eat your chocolate and stop showing it around to other kids or teasing them
Kiddo: Why?
Me: Because they would feel sad exactly like you would; if someone showed you a chocolate but ate all himself that is.

At this stage, i don't think he has appreciated my general philosophical thought so i choose a more direct approach.

Me: And god will punish you if you show the chocolate but don't share them.
Kiddo: Really???
Me: Yup, God will take away your chocolates as a punishment because you caused sadness.
Kiddo: How is that possible? The statue in that room, how will it move and take away my chocolates?
Me: Facepalm.

Moral: Never use abstract concepts with a logical 4 year old.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Second track conversations

Second track conversation(s) have become my favorite pass time. It consists of me taking a decision and the second me blasting the first me.

A latest one -

Me1: Gosh! The sink is really looking bad, looks like I need to do a full scrub clean. But it will take time and I may have to miss on my walk.
Me2: The sink looks bad only to you, clean it later. Don't skip your walk, that’s more important
Me1: But i will cringe every time i see that sink. For whatever anyone says, I do not like dirty things and anyways it stays dirty till I clean so I might well clean it now.
Me2: Valid Point! You only have to clean so why not now but you miss out on a walk. You have been missing walks for a week now.
Me1: True!
Me2: Lets take the middle path. Clean only one side of the sink. Won't take much time. Then go for a walk clean the second side tomorrow. So within 4 days your walk doesn’t get interrupted and at the end of 4 days the sink is clean too.
Me1: Voila!

Anyone visiting my kitchen in those 4 days would have noticed my OCD meeting my pragmatism ;)

Thursday, March 31, 2016

The indispensable man

Time for a classic by Saxon White Kessinger

Sometime when you're feeling important;
Sometime when your ego 's in bloom;
Sometime when you take it for granted,
You're the best qualified in the room:
Sometime when you feel that your going,
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.  

Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining,
Is a measure of how much you'll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you'll find that in no time,
It looks quite the same as before.  

The moral of this quaint example,
Is to do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There's no indispensable man.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya..................

More often than not we try to understand reasons...reason of why something, why not something else, why me? Guess its normal to have these kind of thoughts but what if if you stop looking for reasons, just take everything as it comes. Not asking any questions to anyone [including the almighty] just tackling each day as it comes. Not trying to understand the reason for a situation but tackling the one at hand. Is it maturity that has come with age or innocence that has got lost?

Gham or Khushi mein farq na mehsoos jo jahan
main dil ko us mukaam pe lata chala gaya......
main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya....

This Sahir Ludhiyanviji song soulfully rendered by Rafi saab is probably the best way to sum up 'salvation'/'nirvana'.....when you find nothing and feel nothing at any instance maybe you are at peace. Maybe its similar to being an algorithm than a human...

Just thoughts...............

Monday, October 12, 2015

The gesture

The smoke from his two wheeler could have put a chimney to shame and would have flunked the basic emission tests. The rider/owner belonged to the creed who don't switch off the ignition at the longest traffic signal. So i was in line for some serious smoke inhalation My neighboring rider with a small kid and I fretted over our state but neither asked him to do anything about it. And then all of a sudden he turned back; looked at both of us, then the kid and proceeded to turn off his bike.

The act in itself may have had no use, for the signal turned green in a few more seconds but the gesture truly was an endearing one.