Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

It is a starry night and I gaze far into the deep sky, staring at the patterns formed by shining little stars. I hear the sweet lullabies of my mom who holds me closer to her chest, wrapping me with her loving arms and without knowing it, I fall asleep. Now someone is picking me up, I feel myself being carried, and from his strong arms I know it's my father. He has always been there around me, protecting me and loving me. I love him too ... a lot. He puts me in my bed, and before I feel him kiss me, I'm asleep again. -- Aaryan

I am writing this blog after a long gap since on July 30th 2009, Aaryan was born to us and our lives have been completely and solely devoted to him since then. Every moment since then has been worth recording for us and so I have been at a loss to write anything itself :) Perhaps, I shall slowly be coming back more often to the blog site in coming days - to capture the time in words so as to give these transitory moments a little more permanence.

The dance of time

Memories - It is a wonder as how they get recorded and how they re-appear. When you think back, you might see flashes in your mind - of a certain day, or a certain moment or a certain person. Memories are queer things, really. Ever wondered, how they are formed? Sometimes, even an insignificant detail gets recorded in our brain cells whereas sometimes, there is no visible imprint of something we promised ourselves to remember life long. I was surprised yesterday when I stumbled upon an old school photograph and I could not recall the name of my favorite teacher. It is equally queer to know as how the memories get activated - sometimes only by a smell, sometimes by a touch Or by a sound - even a taste and of course by the visuals. Music brings my memories alive - to the strongest level. Few songs that I heard till the cassettes broke down :) - if I hear them again, possess the power to travel me back right there, back in time and flying in space.

But hold on - these memories have a strange quality. They bind us to the past and stop us from living in the present. The meditators never cling to memories. Ever heard - "those golden days"? :) Well - especially like "golden days of my school”!! It is very easy to glorify the past though I know deep down that when I was living those past times - I was equally in hell (or maybe more then). Very interestingly, when we were actually living the past, we may not have enjoyed that much because then our mind was stuck in what happened before. It is all in mind and the trick of mind that keeps our inner skies dark with the clouds of past times (memories).

We must die to the memories.......


I sometimes wonder - do memories also stop my mind from thinking? Are they also hindering the flow of life? Is our mind also a function of what is stored inside? I know for sure that mind is an economist - a miser one. It does not want to spend much and likes to fall into habits fast. Perhaps it takes recourse to what happened in past - too easily, without even letting me know and thus not taking the pains of thinking again creatively. It does not utilize the learning of later life to make a better decision next time - thus failing my intelligent self and proving me a fool again :).

Listen to this - a friend of mine had a bad time in a relationship. After the worse was over and he was free again to make fresh choices in the life - what did I know that he did not? I knew that he would love the same girl again while he did not. How does it matter if this time she will carry a different name - the type is the same? Man is almost a machine. You may change places, you may change the things, you may change the friends - within few days, you will recreate everything. And take note here - MIND forgets the MISERABLE part but remembers diligently the pleasurable part. So my friend suffered from the loneliness, and finding the same woman again thought it is better with her than being alone - forgot the misery and recalled only the pleasures. Very interestingly, memories can be very short as well and at different times for different kind of events.

Who holds all the strings of this musical instrument, O Krshna!!

O ye, who see perplexities over your heads, beneath your feet, and to the right and left of you; you will be an eternal enigma unto yourselves until ye become humble and joyful as children. Then will ye find Me, and having found Me in yourselves, you will rule over worlds, and looking out from the great world within to the little world without, you will bless everything that is, and find all is well with time and with you. KRISHNA.

When 2+2 gets to be 5

You don't believe it? Well, I too did not before I realized this equation invariably goes unchallanged by us; almost daily. We are more and more accepting the unreasonable without being assigned the right to reason; being pushed to the corner daily to be converted to the ones who would simply accept the authorities even if they tell us that 2+2 makes a big 5. Consider this:

1. Vaccinations
How many of us really know what these vaccinations are all about? Where do we get informed about what really goes behind the doors of the pharma companies doling out vaccines after vaccines for our children & whether these vaccines are really safe? Still - the so called "educated class" invariably is getting vaccinated on its own. Any investigative questions on vaccines are either met with a harsh rebuff Or a simplistic "Why can't you follow like others" attitude. For those looking at this text with a questioning eye; for those who are reading about it for the first time - get some more information at http://www.vaclib.org/docs/myths.htm and http://vaccinetruth.org/

It is interesting to note that whereas the educated lot of our world follows the mass almost superstitiously; the illiterate population still carries their capabilities of raising questions about it and is still able to stay clear of such mess of modern times.

2. GM food
Heard about BT Brinjals? Well, the money-minting corporations are right at our door steps, ready to contaminate our platters with poison under the garb of "technology". Firstly, it was green revolution that took years & decades to discover that 2+2 could not be 5 :) It filled our food with insecticides; brought down the water tables of our land drastically; brought down the fertility level of our soil by moving farmers to High yielding crops; caused the suicides of hundres/thousands of farmers by bringing them in the spiral net of increasing debts required to buy expensive pesticides...and if that was not enough - here we have the latest Candy from big corporations like Monsanto and Bayer - the GM food. News to your ears?? Sure - because this is not the agenda of our welfare states to have well-informed citizens. It needs just the "state-educated" citizens who will conform and hear only what "they" want to say. Much thanks to Mahesh bhatt and Co. for bringing out this excellent documentary however - Poison on the platter. Checkout at youtube and videos.google.com for more details.

Sad but true, the list of such "modern day superstitions" continues and can fill up entire time and space that we have :( .... I will surely followup with more in times to come !!!

A very rare live interview - of Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Amazed to find such an excellent and rare video on internet today. None other than Shiv himself - and I am seeing him for the first time although I have been reading his poems since long and singing his wonderful songs since ages. It is quite a treasure :) and so sharing it with its worthy audience

Songs & Reveries

The magic of bollywood and oldies of yesteryears - is as exotic as it can get. While these songs of Kishore Kumar and Hemant Da throw you back in those 1970s when Rajesh Khanna swept the nation with his "emotive eyes" and Dharmendera was the dream man of every dream girl. Today again, we are in singing mood and we recorded these wonderfuls songs .... (look up in the video bar at the top of the page)

The fabric of life

There are days when despair surges up within me; when the fabric of life seems shorter and stifling - the days when the fledgling self wants to take a flight out in the open sky knowing there are risks of vultures and preys but opting for the sense of freedom nevertheless. These days, I realize, make everyone around me feel very concerned and worried. They want to see my happy face again and I am given numerous doses of motivation and positives of life :).

I know now - albeit only after few failed but brave attempts - it is difficult to make them understand that sickness is not a "bad thing" to have. This "sickness" is generally the starting point of changes in life; it might hold the key for the future by prompting oneself to cleanse himself of the "rotten waste within" and lay foundations for a new beginning.

With this sickness, although I am restless throughout the days - somewhere inside, I know that this is also only a "phase" and it will pass but only such phases are the "potential productive" phases of life since in the regular days, life is just moving on without any higher intelligence. I do look forward to this sickness since it will cleanse me of recently collected dust within my heart; it will suck the impure blood of my veins and it will quench its thirst from the tears of my eyes but then it might reward me with purity, help me regain my lost "sensibilities" by removing the layers of dust off it and make me feel more human than an automaton.I just feel that it is a bit hard upon us not to allow our fellow being to "cry"; to go deep into "despair"; to feel "bad" about what we have become.

Should we not all celebrate life in all forms? And let it flow - be it happiness or sadness? I just wonder of my stifling and ever narrowing fabric of life while the bird at my window looks far ahead into the sky, mocking me before embarking on yet another of those bouts of high, curvy flights into the open skies.

Love Story - of the youngistan, Meri jaan :)

Posted at scribd one of the fun stories written by me around 8-9 years back. It is a bit silly one :)
Love Story - of the Young one

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