Friday, February 26, 2010

Bones: We got the suspects. Why do we need the motive
Sweets: Knowledge Bones, its why i do what i do..

Monday, February 22, 2010

Song of the Flower By Khalil Gibran and few photos by me in Longwood Gardens

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

 I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Abyss of an unknown

A walk in a strange new place, sure of an unknown path, yet some confidence to keep moving with the faith to trace back. A very simple task for most, but not less than an exploration for a girl who can get lost in her university after studying for 2 1/2 years. Thus started my afternoon, with a camera in hand and a walk in Paoli to run with the click of the clock. I walked in the snow, on a pavement, into a school, on a bridge, stopped to look at the running train wondering like a kid shivering in cold. Smiled at strangers, baffled with thoughts, sipping a mocha and there i stopped. Saw a beautiful church, wanted to enter, something pulled me back and i resumed my walk. Touch of the wind blended with warmth of people, i am moving on to sync with my life's ripple.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Dil khush hua sunke

Aksar log Ghazal kehthe hain
Aur log bahuth maza lethe hain
Par Ghazal bhi kuch kehthi hain
Woh kehthi hain
Main Ghazal hoon
Mujhe ragon se sajaya jaye
Narm aawaz ke jadoo se jagaya jaye
Miro Ghalib ne sawara hain Ghazal ke phan ko
Mujhko nadhanonke haath se bachaya jaaye
Main Ghazal hoon, mujhe ragon se sajaya jaye

Waqt ki khaidh main zindagi hain magar
Rokhlo aaj ki raat ko
aaj jaane ki zidh na karo

Lost in Farida Khanum's voice.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


Home is the place where you can feel the person's energy. Very speculative statement. I wondered saying "oh !! is it " But makes sense. It reflects a person's taste, his interest in tiny little stuff, the way he throws things around or arranges with evident passion. I like observing, a new surprise for me. Just a casual day, miles of walk, not tired to cook, dinner at home, capscicum bath, dal makhani , shared with roomie and a friend. A day more to count my blessings. signing off with a smile.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sands of Time

    Lives of great men all remind us
        We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
        Footprints on the sands of time ;

    Footprints, that perhaps another, 
        Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
        Seeing, shall take heart again.
    Let us, then, be up and doing,
        With a heart for any fate ;
    Still achieving, still pursuing,
        Learn to labor and to wait.

A psalm of life by Longfellow recited by a dear friend of mine.
How simple and elegant. 
Few words made by day, some actions broke my heart, some artifacts made me smile, yet another day I sail.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Cause & Consequence

Few years back, well, about 8 years back, a mathematics teacher gifted me a book he purchased from Ramakrishna Ashram. Inspired by the wordings in this pocket book, i visited the place the same week. A very calm and serene location amidst the heavy traffic in Basavanagudi area in Blore. Shared the experience with a few of my dear friends and voila there comes my birthday gift, 6 books on different topics from the same publisher.Treasured the gift, as one of these books left an everlasting impression on my mind. Never imagined that a quote from this book gives me an answer to few questions which have been disturbing me since quite few months.

In short, i was affected by the understanding of a brain, as this brain has the highest probability of stimulating another brain which affects certain chemical and neural reactions in this little brain of mine. This situation had posed a strong question to me since quite sometime.

Whether we understand,pursue or ignore, clock still ticks on. Earth does not stop just because we don't understand the reason behind the rotation and revolution. The understanding gets nurtured from the way we are brought up, the amount of exposure to the world, to a certain extent our age and passion to find the answers. Few sects of human life seek protection under the shield of religious belief, give names to the super power and soothe themselves with this theory on the basis of extensive foundation laid by ancestors. This can be termed as blind belief or a smart choice. History is a strong armor to rely upon. Variety is the spice of life and here comes the next sect who do not believe in the religion, neither are sometimes old enough to comprehend, no history to back up (atleast not as strong as the one which is firm and deep-rooted). But again their understanding certainly seeks a reason for everything that happens around. If the first sect relies upon the ultimate for an answer, the other accepts that there is a cause behind every consequence. Here comes the unity in diversity.Sometimes this cause is known, sometimes this cause is still to be found yet exists.

This is what we term as "Faith", whether in superior power or the "reason and the result", this exists in every human being. This reassures me that " something is common in every understanding".

The title of the book - "Faith is Power".
Thanks to HNR sir.