Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Grey Cells at work .. full time!

Final Out Come --- Not So Bad Right :)) I like .. I like

Last Saturday(17th July) , luckily for a change I did not have any work to be done (my to do list was all checked!!)
Thought of watching TV but wasn't interested in watching the repeat telecast of serials or even movies ...
I saw one shoe box lying in the shoe rack. I am not a very creative person , but boredom forced me to do something ...:)
Catalyst !
I thought of converting the box in to something which can be used for decorating as well as for keeping some stuff..

we had some old wedding cards lying in the house from my sisters wedding and i thought of putting them to use.
Raw Material -- For the greatest Invention ever!!!
Without bragging much about how I did that, what effort it took  etc...(read actually I am myself not sure what I did first and what Last :) ) , let me just post the pic of final products ..
Half Done!!


Now I have kept the box in the lower self  in mom's bedroom and is being used for keeping Blood pressure machine/ and some medicines.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Ek Se Badkar Ek ...

Mitrya Jyothi --Giving Sight to the Blind

This Saturday , we had the privilege to attend one charity musical concert. It was organized by Mitra Jyothi ,a registered charitable trust formed in 1990 with the objective of integrating persons with disability into mainstream society. They believe that all persons with disability have the potential to become independent and self sufficient and given the right opportunities can achieve their goals and play a useful role in the community.

The concert , known as EK se badakar Ek !!  was a tribute to the legends. It was based on old Hindi melodies of Lata Mangeshkar , Hemant Kumar , Rafi Sahab and Asha ..

Held at Ambedkar hall on Miller's road..the show started promptly at 6.30 pm (Yes bang on Time!!) One brownie point earned!

The show started with the Lamp lighting ceremony and speech by Madhu Singhal ji (Nation Award Winner of 2008,2009 ), founder of Mitrya Jyothi.She is truly one of the most positive people I have come across, in a short speech , she captivated and motivated the audience to come forward for the help of needy.
From the start till the end , it was a magical show, the singers led by Babloo Mukherji  kept us entertained , it was 2 hours show , and we did not even check the watch for time!!.
It was when Mr Babloo said this is last song of the evening , did we realize that its 9.30 :).
It felt like Sunitha , Satish , Smriti and Nichiket  have cast a magical spell !

I personally loved the performances of Satish, he is a charmer.. with around 150 shows to his credit ,he was a professional with songs like  :Aisa Mauka phir kaha milega  and aye manchali kahan chali .. he kept the audience captivated ..
Mesmerizing would be the word to describe the voice of Smriti ..she took us back to the golden era of the Lata ji.

In between there was a performance by two bothers, bundle of talent but ,handicapped by sight. They were such motivators for me.. classically trained ..the elder bother was reading through braille and singing it was heart toughing sight , the way he was overcoming his handicap was a sure motivator for me.
Younger bro was not feeling very well, but it did not deter him from singing beautifully.. it was just great!!!...


Their great singing was stamped by the standing ovation by the cheering crowd.

The event ended with the song :Hai Apna dil to awara .. na jane kispe aayega 
I felt the evening was too short , it should have gone on and on....

Great Evening , Well spent With Mitrya Jyothi!!

Friday, July 16, 2010

First Monsoon


Sitting in my cubicle, sipping coffee.. was looking out of the window (Yes I am lucky one to have a cubicle facing window!!) . I keep looking out to see the freshness of the green trees to give rest to my strained eyes..
As it was Friday , was in a rush to finish off the last minute mails and leave office to start off the weekend as soon as possible.. Its difficult for me to sit in office after 6 on normal week days and after 4 on Fridays!!!

Oh I am drifting from the point I wanted to put across , the scene outside was breathtaking. I was mesmerized. Trees swaying from side to side , looked like a jubilant elephant welcoming the Rain God -Indra. Sky was bluish Grey with silver line running in between . Rabbits , flowers, smiley  all  seemed to have taken the form of black and white clouds.

It looked like , the Gods up in heaven were trying to experience the life on earth, or may be the creatures of heaven came down to have a look at us.
It started with slight drizzling ..Tiny ,little drops gracefully falling down..But hardly only a few minutes would have passed ..this calmness of drizzle was replaced by the thunderous rain. Loud sound of heavy water pouring on the walls started coming. It was at this point I was not able to resist myself..

I packed my laptop (yes laptop!) and dashed out of office. As soon as I came out of my office building I was greeted by this warm , earthy smell , the smell of fresh mud !

Laptop bag on my back and I just entered in to this territory . Within 1 min I was drenched , but it was an awesome feeling getting wet in the rain. I started walking taking in everything the smell of earth , the heavy rain trying to wear me down.. It was kind of  self motivating --fighting rain was like fighting all odds in the life and moving towards your goal. It was a therapeutic experience for me!!


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Get a Life!!

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD.

'I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good.Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch.

I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true.You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm this afternoon, or found a lump in your breast?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister.

All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again.It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived'.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Kindness - A Lost Virtue

 1959 6th Class , All Girls School ,Agra
 Scenario  1:
 There was lots going inside the class, all girls were either busy filling forms or in line for deposition of examination fees.
It was second last day for the deposition of examination fees, which was 100 rs at that time.Amongst all this commotion and noise , the teary eye girl sitting at far end of the class was getting ignored.This girl was in deep thoughts ,she did not have the money to deposit the fees and nor did she have the hope of getting the money soon.He father was a vegetable vendor who mostly lived hand to mouth . This season was worst and they were even not sure of food , fees for exam was a big deal.
Deep in thoughts , she did not realize ,when Manju her classmate and roll number 52, was standing beside her with 100 rupee note in her hand.She was pleasantly surprised ,but was reluctant to take the money as she knew she cannot pay it back in near future. But Manju persisted her to take the money and said she will give her fees tomorrow from her father.It was not that Manju was born with a silver spoon . Her father was a govt employee and they were a large family to take care of including 5 brothers and sisters and 3 aunts.
But that did not deter her from doing what she thought was right.

1965 , Agra College Agra,
Scenario  2:
   It was month of December and was chilling cold in Agra . Tuesday Afternoon and Manju and her friends were returning from College. They were walking on the pavement towards the rickshaw stand, gossiping ,giggling and talking!. Manju noticed one young girl ,sitting on the pavement,her hands and legs folded in a curl trying to stay warm. She was wearing only a frock which was hardly a cover in that chilling weather. Without thinking even once , Manju took off her  sweater and gave it to the girl . she then took the rickshaw and went home shivering ,

How many of us will do such a thing ? How many of us will take off our jackets and sweaters and give it to needy on the road. Even if we do charity , its like we select our old clothes which either do not fit us or we are bored off to give to others ?

Personally ,even I give a fixed amount to CRY and think . Oh I have done my bit for the society.

Is kindness at pure /selfless levels lost ???

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

ज़िन्दगी भी न जाने कितने रंग दिखाएगी,
किस किस घाट ,किस किस जगह का पानी पिलाएगी

एक रंग हो जीवन का तो समझ भी लो ॥
हर पल बदलती ज़िन्दगी को कैसे समझें

यहाँ पल में क्या हो जाये , कुछ कहा नहीं जाता...
अभी हंसह रहे हैं , कब रोना पद जाये कहा नहीं जाता...

जीवन एक सफ़र है सुना था ,
उतार चदाव होंगे इसका भी एहसास था हमें।
लेकिन इस तरह यह जंग लड़नी होगी इसका गुमान न था...
सरहद पे लड़ते सिपाही सहीद तो कहलाते हैं
उनके सम्मान में लोग सर तो झुकाते हैं
ऐसे भी किस्मत नहीं हैं हमारी...
यह ज़िन्दगी की जंग लड़नी भी होगी और वोह भी अकेले ही.....

Relation Beyond Religion!!

My Nanaji(Grand Father) was a man with a heart of gold. He drew satisfaction from life by helping others. And he was like this from the very beginning of his life.
Here is one such incident from his early life :

Village: Shergarh
Uttar Pradesh
One boy of barely 7-8 years of age was returning to home from his village school. Tossing and turning the stones/pebbles with his shoes , he was moving at his own pace , enjoying the fresh air and greenery around .
He saw one young boy sitting beside a tree and crying . he stopped and looked at him pleading with his eyes to talk to him.
he stopped walking and went up to him and sat beside him and put a hand on his shoulder and sat there patiently waiting for the boy to say something.

After , what it seemed like an eternity ,this boy spoke, and told that his name was Ali and he is from a neighboring village .Ali then told that he is an orphan and stayed with his uncle until it became impossible for him to tolerate the torture implicated on him.

This boy listened for some time and then suddenly asked Ali , "Will you be my friend and Stay at my place ??"
Ali was more than happy and didn't even flinch and eyelid before accepting the offer.

Ali and this boy now went to his house hand in hand, he did not even think once about asking his father or that he being a Hindu Brahman is taking a Muslim home!! (it was 1950s era).

On reaching home , this boy asked Ali to wait outside and went inside to convince his father. His father agreed not readily and whole heartedly to keep Ali in the house with some conditions offcourse (like he will not visit Pooja house / Will sleep in separate room outside the house /Will not enter the house when there are relatives in the house)

But this did not deter the friendship of Ali and this boy. They played together , and yes even ate together when his father was not around!! With the help from his mother , he was able to make Ali study till 10 the standard .

Ali had a friend finally whom he can confide anything , they both were inseparables . this boy avoided going on family holidays and always had some or the other excuse ready to avoid the same , so that he can be with Ali .
He did not personally like that Ali was treated with a different attitude by his father , but as he was young and dependent he could not say anything.

The boy got married and started job as a government employee in Agra.He tried to force Ali in to marriage as well (Ali was now manager of his father's farm in village), but Ali was not to marry.
This boy had 6 children and they made a habit of visiting Ali Chachu once a year during holidays.
Kids were as fond of their Ali chachu, as was Ali of these kids.

times passes by.. 20 years down the line

1970s, Marriage of eldest daughter . Venue :Agra
Marriage preparations were in full swing and the house was busting with activities. Ali was helping his friend with all the preparations and had a sense of pride and responsibility as if his own daughter was getting married.

Now as the wedding day came near , the relatives started pouring in . Relatives!! as they are had issues in seeing Ali take part is each and every ritual along with his friend.
They started talking obviously not infront ,but Ali overheard it.

As he treated the bride as his daughter he took it upon himself to take care of these talks and stopped coming inside the house. He started doing the arrangements outside , but would avoid going in to the house. His friend noticed it and cornered him for the same.Ali said as people are talking he do not want the Groom's family also to say something related to the same. But his friend would not listen and asked him to attend to the work inside the house like take care of the Maharaj ji and all!!!

D- Day arrived even though Ali had the support of whole family and was really treated as a Chachu by all the kids, he did not want to be the cause of any troubles from Grooms side.

The Bharaat was at the door ,everyone searching for Ali as he was required by his friend at the door for the Welcoming Ceremony, there comes a Sikh Pathan , with beard and Pagdi on his head. At first no one recognized him , but then younger kids shouted Ali Chahcu !!!

Isn't this an instance of Pure love and friendship without any hustles!!!

My Mom narrated this instance ,as she was fondly talking about her Papa (my Nanaji) and her Ali Chachu .

I decided then only this has to be posted!!!