Wednesday, 19 March 2008

The Mind of a Parent says “…

How I wish to hold your hand,
And take you out for a walk,
Play your favorite music band,
And have a long night’s talk.

How I wish to lull you to sleep,
To help you solve the math sums,
And plan my days and keep
For you, the next holiday that comes.

How I wish to see your face,
When you walk without fear,
And I am sure you’ll win the race,
To make me proud of you my dear.

How I wish to not accept this,
And never want to give it up.
But I have to face the truth that is,
My child is now a grown up!

Monday, 17 March 2008


Vipassana is a technique of introspection preserved by monks. This Indian origin type of meditation has been used and passed on for years together. Its detailed history is available on any search engine and if anyone wishes to take this course, you can log on their website

Its main branch (referred as “Pagoda of Dhammagiri”) is at Igatpuri: a small town between Mumbai and Nashik cities. This technique requires minimum of 10 days stay away from your routine life. Out of curiosity and honestly, to some extent because it was totally non-religious and non-traditional, I choose to take this course.

One has to resist all types of communications and keep mute during all these days. Those who know me are in for a shock! I did that!!! I didn’t utter a word, nor did I communicate through actions for all the 10 days. You start your day as early as 4.30 a.m. and have only one meal per day. It sounds difficult but when you have nothing to do, even this is at times more than required. In my opinion, no activities, no communication, 10-12 hours meditation per day leaves you with nothing but introspection.

They say vipassana is so powerful that when you get it right, your concentration doubles, your endurance for physical pain increases and your temper gets chilled. I would be lying if I refuse even one of these effects. And in case there has been a guilty past, or unfortunate tragedy, or a failed venture, one finds solutions because of thorough peace of mind.

I am too young to experience any of these possibilities. But now am not apprehensive about any if at all it happens. I could inculcate very positive changes in myself after this course. I would recommend everyone to experience the happiness you get when everything seems so clear and simple even if it isn’t! :-)

In Search of Innocence…

One of my interests lies in upbringing, be it in anything. I love to take care of pets, kids and to the extent of grand parents also… I think it’s more to do with compassion than patience. But yes I love to indulge myself with care taking during my leisure time. My experiences in the past few years actually got me frustrated with the new generation kids. Initially I thought it was due to an over dose of baby-sitting. But then realized that it was the kids not my lack of interest!!!

If the attributes to children, adolescents, teenagers, and later age groups get miss matched, its sinfully nauseating. A snobbish kid is as intimidating as a kiddish grown up. In case of an adult, you can at least hold him responsible. But in case of children, it’s only their parent’s failure. It is depressing how today’s upbringing systematically destroys the innocence. Given the justifications that come while explaining the nuisance created by their kids, I can only wish that that time could be used to impart a bit of discipline in them!!!

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai!!!

Recently I happened to watch a few episodes of “Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai”. And I couldn’t help but admire the overall quality of Indian television. One of the major reasons I don’t like to watch sitcoms is because that time can be put to better use. Of course this serial made me break the record of not watching anything for 3 years. And made me accept that this serial is in all respect an exception to the pathetic standard of Indian television. (No offence intended to the people who follow the K series or for that matter spend unnecessary time in front of the TV.)

The middle class post-mortem with the relevant examples leaves you rolling on the floor. Satish Shah just proves that no one can replace him ever. So does his co-star Ratna Pathak-Shah. The weird poems by their son Roshesh (Rajesh Kumar) beat every humour hands down! I wanted to write a poem a la Roshesh!!! And made him my muse all this while… I have tried to inculcate his rhyme scheme and a story in this poem… (People who watch this sitcom would know what I mean!) Please help me in improving and being a better Roshesh fan!!! Damn I have a feeling of being funnily weird at being a Roshesh Follower!!! :-D Jai Roshesh!! Crazy about you!!!

Momma’s Story!!! ;-)

On a morning in summer,
It smelt fresh hay.
The first meeting with her lover,
It did the same way.

Was it the golden light?
Or was it the glowing peeks?
That made the country sight,
Look like it speaks?

Sitting under the darkest shade
To hide from the rays,
“For this time, I shall trade
Even a fortune”, he says.

Thanks to the sheep
And thanks to the season,
That lets us keep
Meeting for a reason.

I wish to grow old
With you by my side,
Life will unfold,
And shall be our guide.

In search of joy
Together we’ll find a way,
And pass it to our boy,
On a joyful day.

So I say this to you my dear,
Loving is the only way
Success is always near,
Only a fraction away…

Happiness is not in the air,
It’s in the mind.
Feel it if you may dare,
And make it your find.

Make an effort together,
And pass your story on,
Coz nothing lasts forever,
But generations go on.

There should remain a trace
Of your existence,
Welcome your end with grace,
And let go without insistence.

During the last moments,
Don’t count your years.
Count all the moments
That made these years.

If the moments are more
You are always alive,
With the memories so pure
In the relations that survive.

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