The daily vagaries

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.

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 st...

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 ti...

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

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)

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...

Love Story        of the young one   Aashish Singla  Written in year 2000 Those days, love was in the air. A wave came and swept the city with the effervescence of eternal love. Every moment, someone was falling in love with someone or something at every place. Even that fellow with crooked nose found a lovely girl to fall in love with. Markets and parks were full of people, as if a festive season were going on. Girls, all over, were buying, borrowing, consulting and reading "Mills and Boons" while boys could be seen carrying Erich Segal’s "Love Story". Throughout the day, people perambulated on the roads with their beloved, reciting verses, smiling and throwing loving gestures at every other soul. Those were dreamy days! Everyone was dreaming - strangely enough, dreams were getting converted to reality too. The whole city became a living dream where love lived; love ate; and love only slept. How could I have managed to escape the love epidemic that the ent...