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Saturday, March 15, 2014

One Lovely Morning



Unstained and untouched
You come forth to the world
Glorious in beauty,
Pure and serene:

Yet in your innocence
Often you deceive us
Transforming the dew
On your life-giving leaves
Into sparkling gems!

Gonnoske Komai

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Where are the solutions?




We hear little about them. Indeed, most of the news we receive focuses on the troubles in the world. Clearly, we face a cascade of challenges and dangers at home and abroad—and we need to know about them. But while we are inundated with stories of violence, corruption and incompetence we hear relatively little about the struggles and successes of the people who are advancing positive changes. The ratio of problem-focused information to solution-focused information in the media is completely out of balance. It distorts reality; it is dispiriting; and it deprives people of the knowledge they need to properly assess risks and recognize opportunities. If you were asked to list ten problems facing the world, how long would it take? Two minutes? How long would it take you to list ten solutions?


Read David Bornstein book How to change the world

Saturday, January 25, 2014

We never fail



The true words do not fail,
for motion does not fail,
and reflection does not fail;

Also the day and night do not fail,
and the voyage we pursue does not fail.


Walt Whitman

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year




Sarvesham Svasti Bhavatu
May auspiciousness be unto all

Sarvesham Santir Bhavatu
May Peace be unto all

Sarvesham Purnam Bhavatu
May fullness be unto all

Sarvesham Mangalam Bhavatu
May prosperity be unto all

Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah
May all be happy

Sarve Santu Niramayah
May all be free from disabilities

Sarve Bhadrani Pashyantu
May all behold what is auspicious

Ma Kaschid-Duhkha-Bhag-Bhavet
May none suffer from sorrow

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Santa Fe Art Collage




The spirit of La Llorona -- the wailing woman


Once there was a widow who wished to marry a rich nobleman. However, the nobleman did not want to raise another man's children and he dismissed her. The widow was determined to have the nobleman for her own, so the widow drowned her children to be free of them. When she told the nobleman what she had done, he was horrified and would have nothing more to do with her. As she left him, the widow was overcome by the terrible crime she had committed and went to the river, looking for her children. But they were gone.


From that day to this, the spirit of La Llorona -- the wailing woman -- still haunts the waters and lakes, weeping and wailing and searching for her sons.

http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/la_llorona.html 

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Artist's closet

We hear little about them. Stories of everyday struggles and tiny joys implanted in their works. We get enthralled by the passion of folk-arts, yet we often forget the secret behind those intimate, personal touch.


At Dixon's studio tour, New Mexico, USA

Saturday, November 02, 2013

We two


Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers.
Where Did it end? There is no telling.
No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries
From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death.
Coming at an end.
Rather, I would say, like a length Of coiled rope
Which does not disguise in the final twists of its lengths Its endings.
But, you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest of us will remain Two persons.

 Yes, Poetry ends like a rope. 

Jack Spicer

Happy winter days


Stay warm.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Durango-Silverton Rail trip


This is the run of a narrowgauge, steam-powered passenger train (Durango-Silverton) during the summer months. The train chugged along the edge of the abyss in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. Far below, the emerald Animas River tumbled between vertical walls of rock.

Beneath the flesh


“Do you know what friendship is?' he asked.
'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.'
'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed.
'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

 Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Sunday, October 13, 2013

A passion for folk art




Imagine a world in which toys, cookware, clothes and other stuff of life do not bear brand names but the eloquent, imperfect stamp of the human hand.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Roadside Romeo


Gali ke laundon ka pyaar aksar doctor aur engineer le jaate hai..dil chota na kar

(Often doctors and engineers take away the love of guys of Benaras)

Read more at: 
http://ibnlive.in.com/news/raanjhanaa-dialogues-come-fall-in-love-the-benarasi-style/400600-8.html?utm_source=ref_article

Raanjhanaa

The Musician


Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.

Rabindranath Tagore

Sunday, October 06, 2013

In our garden



Today I will remind myself that the Universe is within me.
Today I will remind myself that my body is the garden of my soul.
Today I will know that Love is the only reality.



Deepak Chopra

Saturday, September 07, 2013

What we think we become



Watch your thoughts for they become words. Watch your words for they become actions. Watch your actions for they become... habits. Watch your habits, for they become your character. And watch your character, for it becomes your destiny! What we think we become.

Iron Lady

Saturday, August 17, 2013

My teacher


My hero is my father. My teacher. He always says that teaching is an act of hope for a better future. The rewards of teaching are neither ostentatious nor obvious-they are often subtle, internal, invisible, and of the moment. But the effects last for a life time. My everyday life is filled with the elements of love, passion and zeal that is implanted in my childhood mind. More I grow older, more I begin to realize that teaching is more than transmitting skills; it is a living act, and involves preference and value, obligation and choice, trust and care, commitment and justification. You live and dream that somewhere, someday that act will be reflected to make a difference.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Present and future


People have fond memories of the past and great hopes for the future, forgetting that today is yesterday's future and tomorrow's past—the golden age was never the present age.

Thomas Fuller

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Maa


Ya devi sarvabhuteshu buddhi rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu nidra rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu ksudha rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu chaya rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu shakti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu trishna rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu ksanti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu lajja rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu shanti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu shraddha rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu kanthi rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu lakshmi rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu vritti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu smriti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu daya rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu tusti rupena samsthita
Ya devi sarvabhuteshu matri rupena samsthita

To that goddess who abides in all beings as intelligence
To that goddess who abides in all beings as sleep
To that goddess who abides in all beings as hunger
To that goddess who abides in all beings as shadow
To that goddess who abides in all beings as power
To that goddess who abides in all beings as thirst
To that goddess who abides in all beings as intelligence
To that goddess who abides in all beings as forgiveness
To that goddess who abides in all beings as humility
To that goddess who abides in all beings as peace
To that goddess who abides in all beings as faith
To that goddess who abides in all beings as loveliness
To that goddess who abides in all beings as good fortune
To that goddess who abides in all beings as activity
To that goddess who abides in all beings as memory
To that goddess who abides in all beings as compassion
To that goddess who abides in all beings as contentment
To that goddess who abides in all beings as mother

Friday, July 12, 2013

The hug


When the going gets tough you just need a hug. 

A time to hug, a time to kiss
 
A time to close your eyes and wish. 



— Toshi Seeger

Friday, July 05, 2013

Raanjhanaa





Today I am on my way. The rage in my head either can spring life in me or  kill me just like that. But today I am too tired, I do not feel like waking up. Falling in love, falling out of love....it is too much of effort. But at least someone please stop me.

With a corpse eye that lady who is sitting beside me can stop me. One "yes" from her can leap me out of the bed. But seriously I am in no mood today. Just let me sleep. But I will come back.....I will come back in the same bank and gullies of Banaras, I will play the Damru and I will fall in love with some  Zoya again. 


Mērē sinē ki aag
Yā tō mujhē jindā kara saktī thī 
Yā phira mujhē māra sakatī thī,
Para sālā aba uṭhē kaun, 
Kaun phira sē mēhanata karē Dil lagānē kō, 
dil tuḍvānē kō, 
Abēy kōi tō āwaz dē kē rok lō, 

Yē jō laḍakī murdā sī āṅkhē liyē baiṭhīhē bagal mēin 

Āja bhī hāa bōl dē tō mahādēva ki kasama vāpasa āa jāyēṅgē
Para nahī ab sālā mood nahī, 
Aankhe Moond lene Main Hi Sukh Hai 
So Jane Me Hi Bhalai,
Par Uthenge Kisi Din 
Ussi Ganga Kinare Damru Bajane ko unhi 
banaras k galiyo me doubjane ko
kisi Zoya ke ishq me phir se padh jaane ko.....


मेरे सिने कि आग
या तो मुझे जिंदा कर सक्ती थी
या फिर मुझे मार सकती थी ,
पर साला अब उठे कौन ,
कौन फिर से मेहनत करे
दिल लगाने को , दिल तुड्वाने को ,
अबे कोई तो आवाज दे के रौक लो ,
ये जो लडकी मुर्दा सी आंखे लिये बैठीहे बगल में ,
आज भी हां बोल दे तो महादेव कि कसम वापस आ
जायेंगे
पर नही अब साला मूड नही,
आंखे मुंड लेने मेही सुख हे,
सो जानेमें हि भलाई हें ,
पर उठेंगे किसी दिन
उसी गंगा किनारे
डमरू बजाने को
उन्ही बनारस के गलियो में
दौड जाने को
किसी झोया के इश्क़ में फिर से पढ जाणे को..


Raanjhanaa

Saturday, June 29, 2013

The face


That face always reminds us: one who tolerates, stays.

 Je soi se roi as Sarada devi says.

Three friends



Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we've loved them, left them, or fought them.

Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

Saturday, June 08, 2013

Tears and sunshine: 3 years together




In the first, one expects an angel for a wife; in the last, he knows that she is like himself-perfect with imperfections. In our life we learn the mingled lessons of life: dolls are stuffed with sawdust, and yet are excellent playthings; that hope and love address themselves to a perfection never realized, and yet, firmly held, become the salt and staff of life.

It is true that rain  soaked our emotions but there were  glimpses of sunshine to encourage and console. Those are all the moments that makes tears glow in the sunshine of hope and faith.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Alles Nahe Werde Fern



I see him everyday in the bus. His name is Jack. I have always seen him smiling, talking and enjoying every little  pieces of life. He relies on his walking stick or some occasional generous help from someone. He can not see. World of colors does not convey any meaning to him. Shakespeare wrote: "Looking on darkness which the blind do see." But it is not entirely true when I turned into Jorge Luis Borges diary. These are the lines from his essay:

For me, blindness is a gift. I have exhausted you with gifts it has given me. It gave me Anglo-Saxon, it gave me some Scandinavian, it gave me a knowledge of a Medieval literature I had ignored, it gave me the writings of various books, good or bad but which justified the moment they were written. Moreover, blindness has made me feel surrounded by the kindness of others. People always feel good will toward the blind.

Goethe wrote Alles  nahe werde fern: everything near becomes distant. Goethe was referring to evening twilight. It is true at nightfall, things closest to us move away. So the visible world has moved away from Jack`s eyes, perhaps forever. But it does provide with one more instrument among the many--all of them so strange--that fate or chance provides.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

In praise of creativity


"A great deal of light falls on everything." The obsession of capturing that embrace is a motivation for every photographer. Unfortunately nature does not unfurl that moment in a fixed schedule. Similarly, the task of being a poet is not completed at constant schedule. No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry. I suppose a painter feels  that colors and shapes are besieging him. Or a musician feels  that the strange world of sounds--the strangest world of art--is always seeking him out, that there are melodies and dissonance always looking for him. Same applies for a true scientist who is constantly mauled by the joy of creativity and passion.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Such, such were the joys


I have been reminded again. Everything that happens, including humiliations  embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one`s art. One must accept it. These things are given us to transform, so that we may transcend from the miserable circumstances of our lives that are eternal, or aspire to be so.

Friday, May 03, 2013

I believe in you


I'd like to think of God as love
He's down below 
He's up above
He's watchin' people everywhere
He knows who does and doesn't care
And I'm an ordinary man
Sometimes I wonder who I am.

But I believe in love
I believe in music
I believe in magic
And I believe in you.



Don Williams

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Dreams of an evening angel


I want to live with himself,
I want to enjoy the good that I owe to heaven,
alone, without witnesses,
free of love, of jealousy,
of hate, of hope, of fear.

Fray Luis de Leon

Love from sandal


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Moment with Innocence



“One withers, another grows.” 



Mitch Albom, Five people you meet in Heaven

Reincarnation


Hoyto ba haans hobo-kisoriri-gungur rohibe lal paye
saradin kete jabe kalmir gondho vora jole vese vese.


Perhaps I shall be a duck - 
     some young lass's, her crimson feet adorned with bells 
I shall spend the day floating upon duck-weed scented waters.


Jibanananda Das

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Confront between death and immortality



"Death is about confronting your own mortality, but I don't have this problem because my starting point is that I'm immortal."

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Give me some rest!



Give me some rest.
Let me stroll
where the smell of the soil and affection of the trees
will accompany me
for a while.


Translation of Chitragada Chakrabarti poem "abosor".