Ok, so I may have turned 47 today but I don’t feel it. So what’s new?
The day was a busy one. First Monday of the month always is. Morning was made with this lovely cartoon sketched by Rohan Chakravarty titled “Tummy Fill” ( A take on Kill Bill, and Lucy Liu who Rohan thinks I resemble). This sketch was Tarique’s birthday gift to me. Swati’s Kitchen is my newest baby. It lists the recipes of food I cook and the site getting a good response.
The plans for this year are set. New things to do, and to boldly go to places where I did not venture earlier I will enfold them as and when I start working on things.
The Thumris of Nawab Wajid Ali Shah are known for their simple language and the emotions that they convey. He was the last Nawab of Awadh and while his administrative skills were average, his love for arts was well known. He was a poet, singer composer and a dancer. As his wealth depleted, his popularity … Continue reading Some Thumris of Nawab Wajid Ali Shah
About 14 yeas back Tarique posted this on his blog with a story of how this simple poem, Maya jaal na toda jaye was written by his mother. Just two years back, his father had passed away and all the works of Ammi were left for their children to take care. Barring a few that … Continue reading Maya jaal na toda jaye
In our day to day, noisy, hyperactive and high frequency world there is little time left to just sit back and experience the simple joys of life; rejoice in the simple fact that we exist. We so often forget how it is like to take a stroll, with an old pal, on green hills and … Continue reading Simple joys of life
Packing is done, and Aasim is finally flying out of the nest and he is excited about the new world awaiting him. A world where he will be part of an international community, people from over 60 countries will study, work and do projects together. It’s a dream come true for him, and for us. … Continue reading Aasim leaves for MUWCI
It’s been over a year and I haven’t removed your number from my phone book yet. Somehow your name there is a reassurance to me. No, I don’t expect to hear from you… not anymore, but still your virtual presence allows me to go back and read all the conversations we had, the occasional plans … Continue reading Someone… Somewhere
हथेली की हिना सूख जायेगी मगर उसकी छाया हाथों पर उभर आयेगी हथेली लाल हो जायेगी हिना की ठंड़क और स्पर्श की गर्मी अहसास दिलायेगी उस तारे का जिसे एक दिन तुमने मेरी हथेली का फूल कहा था तुम्हें याद है वो दिन? जब ऊँची पहाड़ी पर चढ़ते चढ़ते पाँव फिसला था, और हौसला टूटा … Continue reading व्यथा कथा