Saturday, 27 October 2012

EID MUBARAK!!!


This morning my domestic help entered inside with a smiling face saying, ‘’Didi, aaj niche Bhandara laga hai.’’
I asked,” Navaratri days are just over, why this Bhandara then?”
She replied innocently, “Aaj Eid hai na, isliye Bhandara laga hoga…”

What an invaluable statement!

I was not sure about the reason behind the Bhandara, but was definitely amazed by the level of her thinking. I know she is not a part of the so called civilized, cultured, educated society, but possesses a higher vision, where she could see equality in all beings.  It gave me kind of such emotional pleasure which can’t be expressed in words…

Yeah! Today it’s Eid-ul-Zuha. The festive day of offering sacrifice. Quran believes that our prayer, our sacrifice, our life and our death are all for Allah, ‘The Lord of the Worlds’. A sacrifice is a gift of the product of our life. It maybe a gift of our time, a gift of our talent or a gift of our treasure. It lightens our mind and gives us a sense of peace and joy.  Thus a man, in truth, is himself a sacrifice…

If we see, we’ll find a strong message behind each and every festival celebrated all-over the world. I don’t know whether I am religious or not, but derive immense pleasure in celebrating different festivals irrespective of religions, cultures and places. Because each festival brightens the atmosphere, adds colours to life and relieves us from pressure by diverting our moods towards rejoice and merry-making.

To my understanding, the universal supreme power is always there as the driving force of the whole universe. We should respect that and believe in the oneness of God. This faith will make us the believer in one religion, that is – The True Universal Religion of Humanity, which advocates a philosophy of transforming the globe into one family, “Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam”. Where we could consider all the faiths and the religions of the world as true and equal and are nothing but different path-ways leading to the Almighty and celebrate any festival with family and friends, enjoying to its fullest, which is the noble way of making life eventful. Because life itself is a grand celebration and we could promote it with a positive attitude and enjoy the joy of living…

Isn’t it???

Friday, 21 September 2012

When Life was all about....

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do bachpan Ka Sawan
Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti, wo Baarish Ka Paani....... 

The soothing soulful melody of the legendary singer Jagjit Singh reaching the ears, catching the heart and taking the mind to the wonderful engraved memories of those past days....

Life is like a river, the flow that has  passed will never pass again. We can do nothing but to treasure the beautiful memories shared with the flow and cherish those throughout our life. The more old the memories, the more mesmerising they are, covering us with nostalgic emotions.

Those are the days of enjoying the life to its fullest,
When we have no idea about life....
When the only truth of life was carefree living....

Every morning observing Sunrise
from the hilltop,
Enjoying a long walk catching the Moon
And wondering why it too walks with us?
Gazing the twinkling Stars in the night-sky,
trying to count their uncountable numbers....

Playing on the sand dunes,
Climbing on the walls and trees,
Collecting stones and flowers,
Running behind butterflies and bees....

On hot afternoons
flying colourful kites, 
As if cold mornings and evenings were
meant to take bicycle rides....

Making paper boats,
Whenever saw a rain shower
Jumping into the rain
to float them in its water....

Life has moved on
leaving far behind that chapter,
Which was all about
exploring and enjoying those thrills,
Without any cease and much more
& enhances the joy of living
spreading charm and pleasure in life forever....

Friday, 14 September 2012

HUMANITY, At a Glance…


It is said that, Humanity travels not from error to truth, but from truth to truth...
Is it so???

I am seriously searching the truth behind Humanity since that day…
Yeah, it was 15th August, 2012, our 66th Independence Day. That single incident broke all my pride & left me with tearful eyes of shameless emotions of inhumanity. I could do nothing but feel sorry for that poor chap, the fruit vendor, who was standing on the road side with his cart, full of fresh guavas to sell for earning his living for that particular day…

On our way back home after exploring & enjoying a terrific drive on the new Yamuna Express Way, when we reached the NOIDA- Greater NOIDA Express Way, despite the heat & humidity, a cart full of fresh green guavas on the road side delighted us & made us to stop there. It was a great attraction for most of the passer-bys to stop there to buy guavas. A young boy of around 17-18 years was the vendor. When I went to him, there was another gentle man with his daughter buying from him, I also asked him to weigh some for me. While he was weighing those on the scale, a police man came to him & took his scale threatening him not to allow him to stand & sell there. Then immediately the poor boy apologized & started moving away in a hurry leaving that place. I & the other gentle man requested the policeman to return him his scale & let him go. Then I started moving fast towards our car & when I was about to get in, I heard a strong shout saying, ‘’ Jaa, Ab Bech, Keise Amrud Bechtaa Hai…” I turned back & got shocked. What I saw? The policeman had chased the poor fellow, caught him & turned over his guava cart. All the guavas were rolling here & there on the road. I could not find any valid point for this act, where the poor vendor obeyed the order & readily left the place, but still he had to pay for it. Then I saw him picking up his empty cart, started pushing it & leaving the place with despair. I could clearly visualise his sorrow & feel his pain. By that time the policeman did his real job by ordering his assistant to collect all the guavas & keep those in his jeep. It was very very disturbing for me. I could not take that any more & quickly left that place.

It was not for the first time, I witnessed such incident, but my calculation says this time the vendor was innocent. Because there were some other sellers too, whom the police did not disturb. Why only this boy had been targeted? It created doubts in mind. He might be a new vendor, who was unaware of the illegal norms of paying percentage to the police. Alas! Such a pity for a country man as well as for the country!

I don’t know exactly, but what ever might be the reason, it was clearly showing the picture of corruption. I don’t want to fall into controversies being judgmental, rather trying to address this issue just for the sake of Humanity feeling very sorry for the fruit vendor.
Is this the right way to execute law in our democratic India, where the police has the right to take such barbaric action against public, harass them by taking away their living & filling it’s own pocket?

I am trying a lot to draw a conclusion, but can not & also trying to forget the incident, but it’s too not possible on my part. My sensitivity doesn't allow me to do so. Because the whole episode was very confusing & disturbing. Since that day, I am desperately trying to search for the truth holding some queries in mind-
Is it called truth of living?
Why do people misuse power?
Is it true independence?
Are we true human beings?
Where is our compassion?
Where is Humanity?
Could we rise up some day to establish a better world here???

Being an optimist, it’s my trial of seeing the other perspective, which says, hope is still there. Because to my understanding, Humanity is all about the heart of compassion & the life of concern towards any living being. As human beings, we are the privileged possessors of God’s invaluable gift of Consciousness. Need of the hour is only to introspect ourselves, recognise our consciousness within & understand the right purpose of our existence on this Earth & act accordingly.
It will definitely lead us to live life perfectly harmonious, good & beautiful, happy & fully conscious.

Monday, 16 July 2012

वश में नहीं...


कुछ बताना मेरे वश में है
पर कुछ जानना वश में नहीं
कुछ कहना मेरे वश में है
पर कुछ सुनना वश में नहीं
मगर कुछ खास बात जानने को
क्यों दिल करता है
कुछ खास बात सुनने को
मन क्यों बेचैन होता है
जबकी वो यह जानता है कि
ये सब उसके वश में नहीं...

क्यों इन्सान दुख में
धैर्य चाहता है
क्यों वो सुख में
स्थिरता चाहता है
क्यों हर ग़म के बाद
खुशी का सवेरा चाहता है
हर बारिश के बाद क्यों
आसमान में इन्द्रधनुष
ढूंढता रहता है
जबकि वो यह जानता है कि
यह सब पाना
उसके वश में नहीं...

क्यों सुबह के बाद
फिर से सुबह नहीं आती
क्यों हर रात
चाँदनी से भरी नहीं होती
हर सुनहरी सुबह के बाद
घना अंधेरा ही क्यों आता है
क्यों सुख का शांत साया
हर बार साथ में
घनघोर अंधियारा लाता है
क्यों इन्सान हमेशा
खुश रहने की कोशिश करता है
जबकि वो जानता है कि
यह सब उसके वश में नहीं...

जानती हूँ -
किसी की प्रतीक्षा करना
मेरे वश में है
किसी से अपेक्षा रखना
मेरे वश में है
पर उन ख्वाहिशों को
साकार करना
मेंरे वश में नहीं
जीवन के ग़मों को झेलना
मेरे वश में है
दिल के दर्द को सहना
मेरे वश में है
पर उन्हे यादों से मिटा पाना
मेरे वश में नहीं
उन्हे भूला पाना
मेरे वश में नहीं...

Sunday, 24 June 2012

RIP BABY MAHI!!!


What type of life we are leading?
In which set of system we are living?
Why this society is full of inhumanitarian corruptions?
Isn't it the height of shame for a nation???

It was a fall............................
A really big fall of the life of
An innocent noble soul-
For an unreasonable death's call...

Again a tragic end of
Another victim of indifference-
Which could have been prevented,
If swifter action would have been implemented...

It's a question of
Carelessness and accountability-
Siginalling towards
Collective responsibility..................

Till how long shall we wait to see-
The violation of legal norms have been stopped?
OR
After such bleak struggles------
How many baby MAHIs
Shall we send to their ultimate abode???

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Meri Maa


Love you Maa, A Very Happy Mother's Day!!!
I know, not a single day can define your dignity, when each moment of every passing day reminds me of your very existence in my life……
It’s just a message of gratitude to your greatness- unparalleled and unmatched, which I could realise after so long, when I blessed with my son……
But still I think, I don’t know all those things, what you have done for me……


 Meri Maa
 Mujhe pyaar hai apni is zindagi se-
Jise meri Maa ne mujhe diaa hogaa,
mujhe iss duniyaa mein
laane kaa zariaa bankar
na jaane usne
kitnaa kasht sahaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne iss astitva se-
jise banaane mein meri Maa ne
zindagi ke kitne anmol pal
nyochhaavar kiyaa hogaa,
na jaane kitne vyast din
aur jagrat raatein bitaayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apni in aankhon se-
jisne sabse pahale
Maa kaa darshan karne ke liye
vyaakul hua hogaa,
uski pyaari si surat ki ek jhalak se
khushi se chamak uthaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne in hothon se-
jo Maa ke komal haath ke
sparsh se santushti se
muskaraayaa hogaa,
na jaane kab use achaanak se
Maa kah kar bulaayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apni iss jihvaa se-
na jaane issne
Maa ke bakshya se
kitne madhur amrit
paan kiyaa hogaa,
aur jeene kaa aadhaar paayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne in pairon se-
jinhen mazboot karne ke liye meri Maa ne
kitne pyaar se maalish kiyaa hogaa,
aur zindagi mein
satmarg mein chalne kaa
paavan mantra diyaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apni in sabhi ungliyon se-
na jaane Maa ne mujhe
kaunsi ungli pakad kar

girne se bachaayaa hoga,
aur ladkhadaate pairon se
chalnaa sikhaayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne in haathon se-
na jaane Maa ne kabhi mujhe inse
pyaar se aalingan karna
sikhaayaa hogaa,
inse satkarm karne kaa bhi zaroor
salaah diyaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne in kaano se-
na jaane Maa ne mujhe
nidra-anidra, khushi-gum
vyast tathaa khaali samay mein
sukoon ki neend sone ke liye
kitni loriyaan sunaayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apni iss naak se-
jise Maa ne apne
garbh mein hi apni saans se
saans lenaa sikhaaya hogaa,
zindagi mein jeene kaa
raah dikhaayaa hogaa…..

Mujhe pyaar hai apne in sanskaaron se-
na jaane Maa ne meri
apni mamtaa ki chhaanv mein
kitne pyaar se inhe
sanjoyaa aur sanvaaraa hogaa,
zindagi ki gahari sachchaaee bataaayaa hogaa…..

Chir vandini,
meri pyaari janani!
usko nahin dekha kabhi maine
par uski zaroorat kya hogi?
Ai Maa! Teri soorat se alag
Bhagwaan ki moorat kya hogi???

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Let TRUTH Prevail...

TRUTH at length
Must inevitably prevail,
But what is TRUTH?
What's its level?
High or Deep?
Does it inherit But and If?

TRUTH is Self-effulgent,
And stands on its own Evidence.
It's here all the time,
Unborn and Undying .
It's Universal
As well as Eternal
In this hell of a world.

If one can bring
A little Joy and Peace even
For a day into the heart
Of a single person
That much is called TRUTH alone.

But can TRUTH be Sustained?
Refrained and Maintained?
Can the words come out
From the depth of it?
Can the clear stream of reasons
Show it light?

Shall our mind be
TRUTHful forever?
Shall we live and re-live
In TRUTH's favour?
Is it easy to get
The right answer?
NO.....

 But it doesn't matter,
Let's move further...
It's neither Close, nor Open
But an Awareness Unbroken
Needs to be touched,
Just like A Holistic Cause
 Meant to be Unveiled,
Let TRUTH prevail....


Friday, 13 April 2012

R I P BABIES!!!

"A FEMALE CHILD IS NATION'S PRIDE......."

I'm running out of time, being very busy these days, but very happy and enjoying each moment thoroughly. Because my parents are around..... I have got the oppurtunity of spending some quality time with them by taking their care & making them happy........ I believe a daughter always wants to care for her parents whereas a son thinks, he should care for them.
We four sisters are very fortunate to get such parents like them, who are loving, caring as well as considerate & very understanding. They never feel bad for not being blessed with a son. For them, their daughters are their pride..........
Sometimes, I say sorry to myself for not being blessed with a daughter, because-
'A baby girl...... One of the most beautiful miracles in life, one of the greatest joys we can ever know, & one of the reasons why there is extra sunshine, laughter & happiness in our world today.............'
                               But it's the height..... perhaps the end of living & the beginning of survival of the female in this brutal world of inhuman activities, where the father becomes the killer of the infant daughter, who thinks his child is his live property & acts as the author of the child's being, who has every right over his creation......... there he's mistaken. He forgets that, he is merely an instrument of God to bring life onto the Earth. He is not the owner of the child. The child is rather the destiny's child, a soul meant to grow on the Earth into a fullness of her being..........

R I P  BABY FALAK AND BABY AFREEN!!!

First FALAK, then AFREEN- these two cases have shown us the mirror about the gender discrimination..........
Why can't men follow the good teachings- like one of Lord Sri Krishna's teachings in Bhagawad Gita- 'I look upon all creatures equally, none are less dear to me and none more dear.......'
Then, why does man make this discrimination & act so mercillessly???

When three-month-old Baby Afreen, allegedly battered and abused by her father for being born as a girl, and finally lost her battle of survival at a hospital at Bengaluru after suffering a cardiac arrest, a wave of overwhelming response in form of anger as well as sorrow felt throughout at the pointless loss. It's appeared as an urgent lesson for the Government and the so-called civil society. It's a sensitive story of death of an innocent female infant by a dowry-crazed father desiring a male child, which indicates a very nasty deep-rooted problem that needs to take very determined efforts to uproot. It tells about the indignified state of our society. Until and unless the abusive father is termed as a killer with the charge of murder and sent to the gallows, the violence against the girl child will keep on continuing............
We need to focus on strong deterrence as well as awareness against gender bias, that could ensure criminals shy away from such heinus crimes. It's a very long war- but must be fought. We cannot afford losing innocent FALAKs & AFREENs anymore!!!

Thursday, 29 March 2012

what is LIFE???

    Is it.......
An exquisite song of nature,
A fathomless endeavour,
A qualm of strange behaviour,
OR
A collection of infinite wonders,
    Which revealed to us in exact measure???

    Is it.......
A manifold phenomenon,
A desire of gratification,
A pack of nostalgic emotions,
  OR
A bunch of lofty suggestions,
    Which ensures the keenness of our vision???

    Is it.......
A right of special delight to aspire,
A dutiful ardent prayer,
A sketch of a beautiful rainbow so far,
  OR
A garden of lovely fragrant flowers,
    Which spread pliancy and freshness in the air???

    Is it.......
An optimistic movement,
A reminiscence deep and significant,
An accomodating adjustment,
  OR
A descent of divine love into the inconscient,
    Which makes us piously confident???

    Is it.......
A discovery of evolution,
An articulated mission,
A series of never-ending punctuations,
  OR
A meaningful plan of actions,
    Which give life, a clear definition???

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Celebrating Womanhood!!!

“The True aim of life is to find the Divine’s presence deep inside oneself and to surrender to It so that It takes the lead of the life, all the feelings and all the actions of the body.
                  This gives true and luminous aim to existence”. -The Mother



On last Sunday, after a restful and relaxing afternoon, I started reading the editorial of a weekly magazine…. This time, I found it very different with an unmatched essence in it and requested my husband to go through it. After he finished, I asked him whether he liked it or not…… he said, ‘yea!’ Then I asked him, which part he liked the most…. He replied, where the editor had explained about the Indian values………….  I asked nothing else??? You  didn’t like the portion, where the editor had mentioned himself as fortunate enough to get a wife, who is respectful as a woman, who enjoys being a wife and a mother, not because she is incompetent to pursue a career, but because she derives greater satisfaction from these roles…..?  Then my husband simply replied, “ME TOO! Do you think, I am less fortunate than him?”
What a statement!!! Just unbelievable…. It filled my eyes with tears and heart with pride as a life partner. Then my mind started revealing life’s memorable chapters, One after another….

When a son writes, ‘My Mother – I will never know of all the things she has done for me, nurturing, nourishing, cherishing me ….. I pray that all the children get a mother like mine; but not mine, because she is only mine......


When you are a proud daughter of a caring father and a loving mother ….
‘For you, it’s the most respectable figure, he is non-other than your Father. Very open and fair, he is your ideal, with whom, you always dare to share without any care’.
‘Years have passed, but when she is around, you are still a baby girl, without a care in the world. She is non-other than your loving Maa’.
          Brought you up as you are their PRIDE, giving a lot of independence and confidence, with high moral values and education, stood by your side as pillars of support and strength with great conviction…….

When your sisters say, ‘she is bold, she does scold, but how much she loves us, we don’t know!!! You are our Alibi, our punching bag, our Di……’

When you feel your grand parents’ presence everywhere, whose blessings are always there, even when they are not with you anymore…...’

When your uncles, aunts and cousins care for you, wish you, miss you, come to see you and ask, how are you?…….

Your parents-in-law, who have gifted your soul mate to you, so their position is the highest in the world for you.
When your father-in-law calls you his daughter, belongingness becomes powerful, and in-law word takes a back seat, for ever……
When your mother-in-law loves you as a mother, it brings pleasures in life for sure...

When your brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law need your suggestions and share their feelings with you, rather than sharing with their brother…….

When your nieces and nephews respect you as a motherly figure, share their secrets with you without any hesitation and fear, and the little baby niece does not call you Maasi, but calls you Mamma Dear…...

When your friends always share with you their joys and sorrows, consider you as a ‘friend-in-need is a friend-indeed’ and stand there with you for ever and ever……..

When your teachers remember you, feel proud of you, give examples of you……

When your ex-students regard you, recognise you, consider you as their Mom, rather than Ma’am…...

When your ex-boss and ex-colleagues still remember you, in regular contact with you, at times need your help and call you…...

When your neighbours trust you, show no formality with you, ask you openly to help them out, care for you and always there to help you out……..

When your domestic help appreciates your concern towards her, likes you, listens to you and anytime ready for you there……

When somebody unknown asks you, Are you a social worker? taking care of the trees outside the campus, serve standing very long in the Lungers, feeding the poor, seeing you always working for others…….

When some elderly outsider says, God bless you dear! while helping him/her crossing the busy road…….

And above all – when your man says, it’s my strong belief, I am a lucky man and a proud husband, getting a complete woman in my life, who has become the essence of my life………

Oh My God! I got everything…. Feel very good as a wanted being, whose existence is noteworthy, it’s more than enough for this lifetime…..

It’s the contentment, a feeling that envelopes you when you are truly thankful for what you have and are no longer seeking acquire more…..

Then the woman in me whispers in my ears, “Oh lady! Can you hear? I want to be reborn as a female again and again my dear! With the depth of passion in my eyes, with the wealth of caring in my heart having the strong resilience power!”
 
For me, it’s enough to celebrate womanhood for years…..

I know it very well; life is not a bed of soft roses, especially for a woman. It’s necessary for her to first love her own self, then respect her existence and then know her strength. Which would help her to live life with her own terms and conditions creating her own space with own belief and conviction.

Then only she can listen to Sita, Sati, Savitri and Draupadi in their own voices and see their independence and strength. Sita’s return to the earth and Sati’s immolation speak their expression of independence, whereas Savitri’s journey and Draupadi’s challenge show the strength of their determination.…..

As women it’s our duty to do something more concrete for ourselves, with an attitude:-
'WHYJUST TOUCH THE SKY, WHEN WE CAN RULE IT???'

Today the 8th of March, 2012; a rare day of celebrating shades of womanhood with the festival of colours. Why one day??? Everyday should be the woman’s day, as colourful as Holi, the colourful day...... Because, The woman is the most beautiful miracle of the Creator and the reason of extra sunshine, happiness and laughter....…..

With gentle care, This Eternal Uniqueness of HER’s will grow More and More and More………………..

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

"Maa!!!"


21.02.2012

“The whole of our life should be a prayer offered to the divine.”  -The Mother

“21 years………. Not a day, not a moment…… have I been without you & yet miss you…… you are here and not here…..” 
The above soulful message of a grieved son to his beloved mother on her death anniversary….. 
is the main source of my blog as a tribute to Motherhood!!!  

MOTHER, the most beautiful word in the lips of mankind. I think my life began with waking up & loving my mother’s  face. No influence is so powerful as that of her. She is the bank where I deposit all my wounds & worries.  

Perhaps, The Mother is the most precious possession of the nation & a miracle of  God’s creation. God couldn't be everywhere & therefore he made mothers. That’s why mother reflects God’s loving presence on earth. She is the loving angel, in her arms we find warmth and love which can never be found elsewhere. 

A Mother, words are less to describe her divine persona! 
“AS GREAT AS TO BE WORSHIPED FOR…..” 
A Child, a special gift of a proud mother to the earth! 
“AS PRECIOUS AS TO BE PRAYED FOR....."  
                               In both the ways a Mother is always great!

“Who is your mother? I am she.
   Who is my child? You are he\she.
Day dawns the same for you and me!”                      
                                It speaks about the eternal  beauty of a mother-child relationship....

Of all the rights of women the greatest is to be a mother. Because the mother is the one to bring lives to the earth. She always connects to her child much before his\her birth. As the child is not only a part of her body, but also an important part of her soul. She therefore loves her child most divinely. She laughs her child’s laughter, sheds his tears, returns his love & braves his fears.

Maa! Pehle aansu aate the, 
aur tu yaad aati thi.                                                                                   
Aaj tu yaad aati hai aur, 
phir aansu aate hain!                                                                                     
(All love begins and ends there)       

Jab bhi kashti meri,                                                                                   
sailab mein aa jaati hai,                                
Maa! Tu dua karti hui,
khwaab mein aa jaati hai.                   
(there is no substitute of the mother)

Kya seerat kya surat thi,                                                         
Maa! manavta ki murat thi, 
paaon chhue aur kaam hue, 
Maa! Tu ek paavan mahurat thi. 
(the future of the child is always the work of the mother)               

Maa!
Meri khwahish hai ki phirse,
main farishta ban jaaun, 
tujhse is tarah lipat jaun,                                                                                                         
ki phir main bachcha ho jaun, 
(A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them)

Maa!!! The word itself is magnifying. It has the presence of abundant divine love and affection in  it. It speaks about the dignified mothers like Maa Yashoda, who is respected more than Devaki as a mother for her unconditional love for Lord Shri Krishna. So as the pure love of Radha Maata for the Great Karna.

In our Indian culture we respect…… 
The Mother Land (Matri Bhoomi) for giving us identity as a mother,                                               The Mother Tongue (Matri Bhaasha) for enabling us to think and express as a mother, 
The Earth (Dharti Maa) for providing us with shelter as a mother,                                                     The Rivers (Nadi Maata) for quenching our thirst as a mother,                                             
The cows ( Go Maata) for providing food as a mother, 
The Tulsi (Maa Tulsi) for providing us medicines as a mother.            
                                   They appear as the different images of A Mother.  
As a whole The Nature (Prakriti) Is considered as The Divine Mother.

The spiritual mother, The Mother and the angel of peace and service to the distress, Mother Teresa are shining examples of taking motherhood to a different level by leading us from untruth to truth, from darkness to light and from death to immortality……… 

                                                   Jo masti aankhon mein hai 
                                                      madiralay mein nahin, 

                                                          Ameeri dil ki koi
                                                      maahaalay mein nahin,
                   
                                                     Sheetalta paane ke liye
                                                  kahaan bhatakta hai maanav?

                                                   Jo maa ke god mein  hai 
                                                  woh Himalaya mein nahin.....                                                            

Monday, 20 February 2012

The 'Aah!' of Nature.... A True Vision!

         ‘To be interested in what one does, one should try to do it better and better’.
                                                                                                                  -The Mother
With this message of The Sweet Mother, I am back again to express myself. It’s a trial of penning down my thoughts in my mother tongue ODIA. Inspite of knowing the limitations of the language, I would prefer to present it in its original form rather than translating it… with a hope that it could atleast reach to some people who know ODIA  rather than lying in my diary.
Here’s a precap of the writing where I have tried to jot down a brief sketch of it in English. What is Nature? What is hidden within her?
-To perceive- in the animals, plants, growing life and even in stones………………….
-To understand- the hidden but vibrant energy, the infinite moods and expressions of Nature.............. 
It’s a trial of coming closer to her through rocks, trees, animals, birds, the sun, the moon, the rain, the wind and finally to have a clear vision of the hidden Goddess, the Divine Presence by visiting a place very close to nature with ethereal beauty.
  It’s PANGOT-  A small paradise of nature lovers. A village with more resorts and less houses. Its just 15 km away from Nainital, where you can either lie soaking in the sun or do some vigorous walking in the dense oak and rhododendron forest. And for company, you have feathered species in many hues and sizes. It’s a great destination for birders and trekkers.
Last but not the least, I would like to share a poem on Pangot very beautifully written by my 12 year old- (Shreyas Aatman) a year back.

PANGOT, a land of tranquillity-     
With sky-scraping mountains, And beautiful trees,
With floating clouds, And enthusiastic wildlife. (1)        
            
With rolling rocks,  And flooding raindrops,
With blazing sun, And ruling fog. (2)
               
With athletic monkeys,  And paragliding birds,
With barking deers, And escaped animals from Jim Corbett. (3)
With hard working people, And brave women,
With furry pets, And loving children. (4)
                
With pure air, And flowing streams,                             
With bright moon & stars, And dense forest trekking. (5)
With smiling big days, And silent small nights,
With mind blowing sights, And serves as nature lovers’ delight !! (6)

Here it begins…………..

PANGOT ra sei kichhi dina, Jahna o mo mana…………………………               
      
                       
Jaanuchhi mun bhul karuchhi. Hele kana karibi? Aji ra e shanta sandhya… laguchhi sate jemiti mote jaabudi dharuchhi. Kahuchhi kana karuchhu tu? Emiti chupchaap basichhu kahinki? Tu paraa prakruti ra kolare nijaku hajeyi debaa ku chaahunthilu? Deergha pratikshyaa pare  nijaku mora ete nikatare paai bi, kichhi najanaai, mote chupchaap khaali nirekhi chaalichhu? Aa… kalama munare gaara keitaa taani de….. bukure mora bhaari dei jaa to manara kathaa keipada…. Pheribaara pratishruti ra ta aashaa nahin, hele mo santaana rupare sambodhana saha souhaarddyapoorna bhaabaprabanataa tikie bi kana to tharu aashaa kari paribini??? Mana ta bhinna hoigalaa. Eka ananya uddeepanaa anubhaba kali, PANGOT aagamana ra thik sei prathama sandhyaa bhali. Bhaababyakta karibaaku bhaabu bhaabu rahani ra truteeya dibasa shesha hebaaku basilaani. Srikrishna o Shreyas baahaara ku bulibaaku chaali gale. Kaagaja abhaaba ru chupchaap Shreyas ra ei priya diary ti kaadhi sethire lekhibaaku aarambha kari deli…..                                         
                                                           
Poorba ru kichhi taa paahaada dekhi baara abhijnataa achhi. Kintu ethara laagila, Mun pruthibee ra keun ajanaa ilaakaa ku aasi jaichhi….. manaba sabhyataa ra keun eka uttama udaaharana ra ilaakaa. Jeunthi kounasi prakaara pradooshana naahin. ‘prakruti hin nijara o nije hin prakruti ra’- Ei manobhaaba nei manisha banchi chaalichhi. Krutrimataa parjyaabarana re kimbaa manisha mana ki karma, kounasi ti re naahin. Manisha ethi prakruti ra bhaabaabesha re bandhaa.
                             
Jahna luchakaali khele baadala adhuaala re hasi hasi jyochhanaa buni…… Bidyut ra aalua dheemaa padijaae taa roopeli jyochhanaa saamnaa re…. Halukaa badala hasi hasi bhaasi buluthaae, nija ichhaa re kharaa re paradaa pakaa uthaa karu karu bele bele samagra ilaakaa ku poornatah dhoomrayita kari die. Mane heu thaae pine o oak brukhshya ra sabujima jangalee jeebajantu tathaa rangabirangee bibhinna kisama ra pakshee maananku nija kola re basaa kari jeebana upabhoga karibaa ku aajeebana swaagata kari chaalichhi. Seithi paain ta e sthaana ra pakshee kalaraba parjyatakanku aakarshita kare. Aau sei rangabirangee pakshee maane nijara saundarjya re paahaadi gaan ti ra shobhaa manomughdakara kari dianti.
                                                          
Kichhi dura paahaadi raastaa re chalilaa pare janaa padilaa, ethikaara jangalee gumphaa o kuteera aadi pracheena kaala re Sadhu Santhanka saadhanaa ra peethasthalee thilaa. Mane heuthilaa sei sthaana sabu ebe bi pabitrataa ra mantra uchchaarana karuchhanti o paahaada kola ra nadee, jharanaa aadi nija nirmalataa bala re samagra paribesha ku snigdha kari deuchhanti.                                                                                                                                                                        
Gaan ti shanta, saharee kolahala ru pura alagaa. Hata ganati parjyataka keitaanku chhadi dele gaan ra loka sankhyaa bi khub kam paahaadi lokankara kathina parishrama, nirbhikataa tathaa saralataa bishaya re aaga ru suni thili, janithili, kintu ebe hrudayangama kali, paahaadi jangala re nije ghuri bulibaa samaya re…….. Ki saahasee o parishramee manisha emaane! Aaji sakaale paahaada upare hale dhilaa Chapala o saree pindhaa sei ekaakinee naaree ti ku gacha re  chadhi daala sangraha karibaa samaya re jetebele mu dekhili chakita hoi rahi gali!!!
                                                  
Bartamana sandhyaa nain aasilaani. Paahaada re dina sabu bada o raati khub saana. Soorjyodaya jete sheeghra hue surjyaasta setiki deri re hue, han!!! Ebe aama resort ra rakshyanaabekshyanakaaree uncle paahaada aadhuaala ru hasi hasi uin aasu thiba poonein jahna ku ‘chandramaa’ kahi jete bele dekheile samaste doudile taaku camera re toli nebaa paain….
Mane helaa sate jemiti jahna ti kanei kanei hasuchhi aau baadala saha puni luchakaali khela aarambha kari dei chhi mora PANGOT aagamana ra sei prathama sandhyaa pari…. Taaku aneka samaya nirikhyana karibaa pare bi jaani paaru na thili PANGOT ra sei sandhyaa re sie mo mana raaija re taa roopeli jyochhanaa buni mora swaagata kari thilaa ki janma janmaantara paain  pratisandhyaa taa aagamana ra baata chaahin rahi baara pratishruti mo thaaru maagi nei thilaa………………..
It’s just an attempt to find the ‘Aah!’ of Nature by developing a deeper inside and love for nature to visualize the Divine truth in it !!!