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Once Again…


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Once again does roar the thunder
Once again pours down the rain
Once again does the world wonder
Is it the time when you end our pain?

Once again filled is the breeze
In those melodius tunes divine
And restless am I to flow in ease
Amongst the waves of joy prestine

Once again does the world await
To get a glance of the innocent smile
The smile too rare, the smile too great
The smile mysitifying, yet too agile

Once again are the earthen pots
Filled up with milk and butter
As we wait for you mischievious lot
To see you steal them without any clutter

Adorned with your peacock quill
Come O Lord with a flute in hand
O carrier of joy, peace and goodwill
Come again to embrace this land…

A Very Happy Janmashtami to all of you.

Krishna, one of the most beloved characters of Hindu Mythology was born on this day. May he reside in our hearts forever…

Dedicated to him is this beautiful music on his own musical instrument… The Flute… Enjoy…


Threads...

In these threads of silk are wound
Emotions deep; promises profound
Immortal love – selfless and blind
Hope and belief, so hard to find

Drenched in memories, these threads do say
The tales of celebrations; joy and dismay
Those relentless quarrels, the unending talks
The mischievous pranks and never-ending walks
The smile that hides thousands of words
The same old jokes and the games absurd

These strings do fight a battle with time
To preserve these memories in form of a rhyme
Patiently they wait, as they wait for long
Carrying priceless memories and a belief strong
Years do pass, but the hope does persist
That one day they would adorn a brother’s wrist.

Forget not the path O Traveler


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Today as we celebrate our 67th Independence Day, I could not resist recollecting a poem by Shiv Mangal Singh Suman. On this occasion let me attempt a translation of this inspiring poem…
(The poem in Hindi can be found here)

Forget not the path O Traveler
There will be thrones on the way
And so will be forests, rivers, streams
And mountains and gardens green
But in this mirage of beauty and charm
Forget not the path O Traveler

When on this stern treacherous way
The pedestrian would be desperate
When dreams are all wiped off
And the only way is to move ahead
Then depressed by your first failure
Forget not the path O Traveler

When even your dear ones turn back
And appear to to be strangers
And dark monstrous clouds of dejection
Surround you at each step
Then in this solitary phase of journey
Forget not the path O Traveler

On hearing the loud war cry
When soldiers would be marching ahead
When a few hearts would melt
And tears would urge you not to go
In this battle of love and duty
Forget not the path O Traveler

When a few heads are all that’s required
To complete the glorious garland of victory
When your mother cries out for sacrifice
For the never-ending flame of freedom
Not for a moment you do hesitate
Forget not the path O Traveler!

O my supreme mother! I am a traveler who wishes to lead you through the glorious path. Please bless my so that I never forget my path!

Happy Independence day to all! Let us all work together to make our motherland the land of our dreams…

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The Festival of Spring


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Fragrance spreading in the breeze
Flowers swaying, chattering trees
Restless butterflies fluttering in joy
Birds singing melodies for hearts to enjoy.

O Mother! the charming, the peaceful, the wise
With you the treasure of music lies
The source of wisdom; be one with my soul
Help me achieve the long envisioned goal

The source of music, the eternal sound
Accompanied by joy, spreading all around
Bless the the world with the season of love
May we bathe in the showers of blessings from above.

Yesterday, we celebrated Vasant Panchmi: The festival of spring and the day to worship Ma Saraswati: The Goddess of wisdom and music. And hence did the spring, officially arrive in India.

आज फिर


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आज फिर वही दिन; फिर वही बात है

जज्बे और जूनून की अरमानों से मुलाकात है ।

आज फिर तिरंगा गर्व से हवा में लहराएगा

हर बच्चा प्रफुल्लित हो राष्ट्रगान फिर गाएगा।

फिर निकलेगी मतवालों की टोली; राजपथ मुस्काएगा;

कला संस्कृति के प्रदर्शन से हर राज्य आज इठलाएगा।

आज फिर बलखेगी अमर जवान याद कर परवानों को ;

होंगी आँखें फिर नम याद कर उन बलिदानों को।

पर फिर आएगी रात नए दिन का आगमन होगा

शहीदों की कुर्बानी का पुनः जब विस्मरण होगा।

दैनिक कोलाहल के बीच कहीं गौरवान्वित भारत खो जायेगा

आज का प्रगतिशील भारत मानवता को भुलायेगा।

फिर दब जाएगी वह करुण चीख गाड़ियों के शोर-शराबे में;

और इसी तरह फिर चढ़ेगी भेंट नारी पौरुष के उग्र प्रदर्शन में।

फिर भी विषाक्त होगी गंगा कल कारखानों के दूषण से;

फिर भी दौड़ेगी फाइलें यहाँ नोटों के ही पोषण से।

फिर भी लहराएगा तिरंगा; पर न उसमें गौरव होगा;

फिर भी गाएगी हवा यहाँ; पर उसका राग भैरव होगा।

समस्याएं होंगी अनगिनत; फिर भी हम उन्ही पे इतरायेंगे ;

गण होंगे पर तंत्र न होगा; फिर भी हम गणतांत्रिक कहलायेंगे।

Festival of Light; Not So Bright


 

The city decorated as a bride

Millions of faces gleaming with pride

Each home twinkling with light

Never seen the city so bright

But emotions in my heart fade

It seems deserted and betrayed

 

Birds which sing, Birds which dance

Announce the festival well in advance

The morning dew on a solitary leaf

Watches the people’s growing belief

In a season when happiness flows

Why is my heart in such a low?

The songs on the radio, out in the streets

Greets the people whom it meets

Reminding us of the same old day

When a king returned from exile, they say

On a day when people meet with gratitude

Why does my heart seek solitude?

 

Sweets are made, distributed when people meet

Why does today’s sugar, not taste so sweet?

A spoon of love; a pinch of care

I think is what may relieve me from despair

A little smile, a drop of tear

An emotion no word can bear

Oh Mother! I will miss you the whole night

To day the festival of light is not so bright.

Happy Diwali to all

Mahisasur Mardini in Bhopal


Thousands of mahisasurs killed; people all over India overjoyed; festivities all across; happiness all around and myself proud to be a part of the celebrations. It all started with the all familiar voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra in Mahalaya (invoking the goddess) which marked the Akalbodhan (the act of untimely awakening) or the start of Indian festive season. The temperature suddenly dropped and I could see the fog outside my window; AND YES! THE TIME HAS ARRIVED!

And simultaneously started my vacations. I boarded the plane back home – Bhopal. I saw my city from the air as the plane was landing – and I swear – the city looked no less than a bride. Lights all around – some still; a few dancing; and many twinkling – as if a dream had come true.

Then came the four days – long awaited – when it is nothing but jolly faces all across. Hundreds of Pandals showcasing the age old tradition; tradition of devotion, tradition of celebration, tradition of joy. I must admit that Durga Puja or Navaratri is the grandest festival celebrated in India – both in terms of number of people celebrating it and the ways in which it is celebrated. And here is where staying in Bhopal help. Being in Central India, you can see all the different ways in which it celebrated.

On one hand the mesmerizing rhythm of the Dhak and the Dhumch Nach force you sway in its tune (as in Bengal), one the other you can see the showcase of utmost devotion and religious beliefs (as in the central India). Not to forget, the dance tunes of Garba and Dandiya (from Gujrat). And yes, the Mahabhog – I bet this is the tastiest food that you can ever have – it is not a dish; just the plain Khichdi, Sabji, Chatni and Payes but the taste is AWESOME.

At this moment in time I feel so helpless – words are such poor conveyors of emotions – they can’t describe how attached is an Indian is to this festival; but I make a single attempt to this by stating that – people cry when it is time bid adieu to the goddess.

ABAR ESHO MAA

And yes Subho Bijoya to all….

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