Fedora core 1

So finally i straightened out my system – actually got it straightend out – hubby spent the entire sunday doing it while i lazed around in sun.

Fedora Core 1 is what I have on my box – from RH7.3 to FC1 what a leap!!!! I run what no other person in the office runs gives me a kick or what 😉

While i have most of the things i need, small packages like logjam are yet not available – and I only want RPMs-I am not a geek and I hate compiling packages (Some geeks I know hate it too so no big deal)

mmk, please let me know if you can get YM running without any problems – else YM looses out 😉 gaim is pretty OK – minus some features but pretty ok still. Hmm… guess will write to the list

In another news, after ages i am hit with a proper type Viral infection -no allergies this time pure unadulterated viral with stuffed nose, body ache, fever and the works – should I be happy that its not the allergies and go about my work or should I be grumpy and just suffer?

Pain in the neck!!

Slept on one side, and woke up with a stiff neck in the middle of the night.

Came back from Linux-Bangalore/2003 earlier this week only to find loads of bills, emails, bank statements waiting for me….

And yes, we did not visit Talakadu Jaladhama – may be next time.

Aasim will be participating in Christamas School play and I have ended up helping out his teacher in writing script, choosing costumes, and even taking practices – School wanted it to be parent-teacher joint excersise and it seems I am the only enthusiastic parent around – but no regrets -I enjoy working with children. Infact me thinks I will take up teaching post retiremtent.

In another news, I intend to *finally* shift to FC1 this weekend. Hoping and praying things go ok and my machine is up and about on Monday. Sitting and staring at monitor screen is necessary for my survival.

Talakadu Jaladhama – the backwaters of Karnataka

Post LB/03 we intend to spend 5th and 6th December at Talakadu Jaladhama About 125 KMS from Bangalore, this seems like a perfect place to unwind and relax.

Two of our friends are also accompanying us, so we look forward to a lot of fun . If anyone wants to join us, just make booking at their bangalore office, but be warned, by the looks of it, the place is ideally suited for couples not stags 😉

Reminder to self

Children learn what they live

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.

Urdu Poetry Gems III – Father of Urdu Nazms :Nazir Akbarabadi

na gul apnaa, na khaar apna, na zaalim bagHbaaN apna
basayaa aah kis gulshan meiN, hum ne aashiyaaN apna
— Nazir Akbarabadi (1740-1830)

The first Urdu poet to introduced nazms to Urdu poetry, Nazeer can be said to be the “father of the Urdu nazms” He was much before Haali or Azaad who are generally given credit for being first to bring the form of nazms to Urdu. There is another reason to call Nazir “Father of the Urdu Nazms” ; he wrote nazms on almost all the topics that affect a human. He wrote about festivals, seasons, fruits, about life, just every conceivable topic. He also wrote some beautiful verses on some of the most gHair-shayaraana topics e.g. muflisi, koRhinamaH, paisa, rupaiaa, rotiyaaN, aaTa-daal, pankha and kakRhi among others.

His name was Shaikh Muhammad Wali he wrote with takHallus Nazir. Born in Delhi, during the attack of Ahmed Shah Abdali , he along with his mother came to Agra, and hence the name “Akbarabadi.” He was a teacher by profession, but he also tried his hands in all sorts of odd jobs.

For a generation Nazir was ignored, and when he was studied by critics, he was labeled as “poet of the people.” He wrote not only about love ( as his contemporaries were doing) but his canvas was vast and in his poetry he was able to depict all walks of life including their emotins, sorrows, joys and by his poetry he successfully brings to life even a lifeless object like kakRhi (cucumber), pankhiya (fan) and balaa (ear-ring).

On cucumber…
“farhad ki nigaaheiN, sheereiN ki hansliyaaN haiN?
MajnooN ki sard aaheiN, laila ki ungliyaaN haiN.”

On ear-ring…
“jab hilaati hai suraahi si woH gardan apni
nasha-e-husn ko karta hai do-balaa, balaa”

It was because of his choice of topics Nazir was ignored by the critics of his time. Later when critics of age picked him as a genius it was also because of his vast canvas.

Even though he mostly used common language in his poems. Some of his poems can be said to be “festival of words” which is not seen after him.

dikha kar ik jhamak dil ko nihayat kar gayaa bekal
pari-roo, tand-kHo, sarkash, haTeela, chaleela, chanchal
woH aariz aur jabeeN tabaaN keH hooN dekh uss ko sharmindaaH
qamar, kHoorsheed, zahraH, shamaa, sholaa, mushtari, mashal
kafooN meiN, ungliyoN meiN, laal-e-lab meiN, chashm-e-mai gooN meiN
hinaa aafat, sitam qandaq, masi jadoo, fasooN kajal
badan meiN jaama-e-zar kash, sarapa jiss peH zaib aawar
kaRhe bande chaRhe chhalay angooThi noor tan haikal

and listen to this music of words…

roz mazay se raat ko barsay menh jhamak jhamak
boonday paRheiN Tapak Tapak, pani paRha jhapak jhapak
jaam rahe chhalak chhalak, sheeshay rahe bhabhak bhabhak
hum bhi nashooN meiN kHoob chhak, lauT-tay thay bahak bahak

And see how efortlessly he flirts with his beloved 🙂

ai jaan idhar dekh,
Milne ka tere rakhte hain ham dhyan idhar dekh
aati hai bohot hamko teri aan idhar dekh

ham chahne wale hain tere, jaan idhar dekh
holi hai sanam hans ke ik baar idhar dekh
ai rang bhare logon re khandaar idhar dekh

Ham dekh lein tera ye jamal is ghadi ai jaan
aaye hain yahi karke khayal is ghadi ai jaan
tu dil mein na rakh hamse malal is ghadi ai jaan
mukhde pe tere dekh gulal is ghadi ai jaan

holi bhee yahi kehti hai ai jaan idhar dekh
milne ka tere rakhte hain ham dhyan idhar dekh

 

ऐ जान इधर देख
मिलने का तेरे रखते हैं हम ध्यान इधर देख
आती है बहुत हमको तेरी आन इधर देख
हम चाहने वाले हैं तेरे जान इधर देख
होली है सनम हँस के तू इक बार इधर देख
ऐ रंग भरे नौ-ग़ुल-ए-ख़्न्दान इधर देख

हम देख लें तेरा ये जमाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
आये हैं यही करके ख़्याल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
तू दिल में न रख हमसे मलाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
मुखड़े पे तेरे देख गुलाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान

होली भी यही कहती है ऐ जान इधर देख
मिलने का तेरे रखते हैं हम ध्यान इधर देख

— नज़ीर अक़बराबादी

Sisyphus Shrugged

You are free and responsible for your own destiny. Trust in God and you are doomed, I have never found him when I needed him the most.

Sisyphus pushed the rock up hill everytime, only to find it tumbling back to its original place. The night had no end and he just had one task, to keep it pushing up till it came tumbling down, crushing him, only to push it up all over again.

I once tried to push an obstructive rock down the hill only to find that the rock takes me down with itself, so much for all that work. It would have been better if I just went past the rock, change the course and have the wonderful view again.

Not that I won’t find my burdens again. They will spring up at unexpected places, in absurd ways at un-wanting times Happiness and absurdness indeed go hand in hand. The struggle to remain happy in itself is so absurd, the moment you stop struggling, happiness follows you. The moment you stop desiring, all your desires get fulfilled, but does one really want that?

Men and women struggle and desire not for the end result, but for the road it takes to reach the goal. The moment the goal is achieved, its futile.

This universe without its creator seems so impossibly sterile to the them, that they wont even think of alternate ways. They keep on carrying the burden uphill and downhill, every time getting squashed by the rock in the process and still refusing to look beyond the rock.

Think for yourself Sisyphus, and you will find an alternate world without the rock, without the burden and without the absurdity of state of mind.