Monday, May 30, 2011

It's amazing

It is amazing how an infant can recognize your voice and understand the love in it. And then give a smile or talk to you in his own language. Or even try to turn or raise himself so as to get into your arms.

And it is so amazing that each time the feeling has been awesome for me - be it Saatvik, Riya or now Kartikey. Raising a kid right from day zero and seeing him grow is just a wonderful experience. Thanks Kartikey for reminding me once again.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

A Google A Day

A Google A Day ( is a site from Google which combines trivia game along with web searching. Each day throws a new quiz question and you can use web search to find out answer or submit yours if you know it already. A fun way to know more about history. I really liked it.

Try it now - if you are as slow as me to find it out so late :)

And today's answer is 'her head' - it is about Anne Boleyn.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Going through routine everyday, wish to break free. Out of the routine for God's sake. Wish to be in a jungle where there are no rules and anything can happen anytime - no routine just instincts.

Jungle - really??
Not sure if I am missing it...

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Why does every post need to have a title???

They may forget what you said to them,
But they may never forget how you made them feel.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

In Love Of Books

हॉल में मैं दिल्ली किताब मेला के एक दौरे पर गया. बहुत बढ़िया लगा यह देख कर की किताब मेले में अभी भी इतने लोग आते हैं. लेकिन कहीं एक कोने में, एक छोटे से स्टाल पर e-reader के प्रचार को देख कर फिर वह द्वन्द जहन में शुरू हुआ की क्या किताबें ख़त्म हो जाएँगी? यह तो वक़्त ही बताएगा पर किताबों से मोहब्बत करने वाले गुलज़ार साहेब लिखेते हैं

`कभी सीने पे रख के लेट जाते थे
कभी गोदी में लेते थे
कभी घुटनों को अपने रेहल की सूरत बनाकर

नीम सजदे में पढ़ा करते थे, छुते थे जबीं से
वो सारा इल्म तो मिलता रहेगा इंशाल्लाह
मगर वे जो किताबों में मिला करते थे सूखे फूल और
महकते हुए रुक्के
किताबें मांगने, गिरने, उठाने के बहाने रिश्ते बनते थे
उनका क्या होगा
वो शायद नहीं होंगे`

Saturday, January 1, 2011

There is no fire in the hell

While reading a book, came across a good folklore about Lal Shahbaz Qalander. Lal Shahbaz Qalanader is arguably one of the greatest Sufi saint ever born. He was originally born as Sheikh Usman Marwandi, near Tabriz in north-west Iran (but some references also say that he was instead born in Marwand, Afganistan) and his lifespan is somewhere around the end of the Thirteenth century. He came to Sindh (now in Pakistan) much in the same way as Jalal ad-Din Rumi traveled from Afghanistan to Turkey, to escape the advancement of Mongol armies. He was totally an unconventional and non-orthodox saint much to the ire of religious fabric of that time. Some say he was truly a Qalander, or holy fool. His tomb is in Sehwan, in rural Sindh, Pakistan.

So, here goes the story...

One day Lal Shahbaz Qalander was wandering in the desert with his friend, Sheikh Baha ud-Din Zakariya. It was winder and evening time, so they began to build a fire to keep warm. They found some wood and then they realized that they had no fire. So Baha ud-Din suggested that Lal Shabaz (Red Falcon) turn himself into a falcon and get fire from hell. Off he flew, but an hour later he came back empty handed. "There is no fire in the hell", he reported. "Everyone who goes there brings their own fire, and their own pain, from this world".

So true and yet people here are busy thinking what can they do to escape the fire of the hell...