Saturday, May 30, 2009

Kowtowing to Mangal - "Mahima Mangal ki"



My friend has recently been diagnosed as suffering with manglik dosh. For the uninitiated reader, manglik dosh is a concoction of planets in your horoscope that can have catastrophic effects on your future (married) life if not rectified or cured through a series of ceremonies conducted by a learned pundit. And then your choice of eligible partners is also greatly reduced as this condition warrants that your partner is also a manglik.

Of such paramount importance does the manglik dosh become that all your other important personality traits like character, education, morals & beliefs take a back seat. The day its out in public knowledge that you are a manglik, people would shun you as if you have caught swine flu.:-) Believe me for a young person of marriageable age in India there is no worse malaise than being a manglik.

Strangely the deleterious effect of mangal is only to fell upon the spouse and not on your blood relations like your parents & siblings and even your friends.
I am sure if there is any intelligent form of life on Mars, they would be equally wary of the effect planet earth has on them and they would have a name to this, guess what, pritwik dosh. ;-)

As you would have observed, i find all this very amusing and humorous and would not care a damn about the manglik dosh, the business of horoscope or the pseudosciences of numerology, astrology etc as they stand on no scientific ground or the test of reason. And I am sure that it would be so with the majority as time passes by. :-)


Sunday, May 24, 2009

My Twinkling Evening Star




The sun has bid adieu to the weary day


Now the blanket of misty clouds cover the sky


With the twilight all set to embrace the darkness


Amid a gust of wind that blows through


I sit atop the hillock with my eager wait for you


That soon ends


Aloha! the twinkling evening star


I spot you peeping from behind the clouds


And make a wish upon you


The child in me rejoices


With my hope rekindled


That the wish I make tonight be fulfilled


And the illuminating starlight fill my soul



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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Only For You.........

Sometimes or I should say most of the time we don't agree to each others thoughts and argue, but you know I really understand your feelings & fears. I know of your earnest desire to see me happy. I still remember in my 3rd std papa brought a yellow colored raincoat for me and unfortunately :-( it didn't rain that day and I was literally in tears. Then you got the garden hose to create artificial rain and cheer me up in my new yellow raincoat.:-). There were numerous such occasions when you pampered me like I was a princess.
No doubt you were and are still very strict but I understand, its for helping me face the world. And yes its true when it comes to papa, I became biased but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Your are my strength and your presence makes me feel strong. I am short of words now so a poem of

Rudyard Kipling for you 'MOM'.



Mother o' Mine

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

Every time I read this poem, muzey esa legta hai 'Tarey jami per' ka 'meri ma' wala song iss poem sey he inspired hou.:-)





Happy Mother's Day

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The Wind Tells Me





I stop walking
The wind pushes against my back
Telling me to move forward

I look behind me
The wind blows in my face
Telling me not to look back

I rake some leaves into a pile
The wind scatters them
Telling me to leave them be

I blow a kiss
The wind takes it
Telling me it will reach the one I love

I cry
The wind dries my tears
Telling me it will all be ok

I whisper a secret
The wind listens
Telling me it will keep it safe

I get angry
The wind soothes me
Telling me it's not worth it

Whatever I do
The wind reacts
Telling me what I need to hear.

~Jocelyn Sullivan~