Saturday, August 12, 2017

Over a Cup of Tea that afternoon ...

She took her seat.
That cozily cushioned intricately woven cane chair in her small but comfortable lounge.
I settled in another one near her.
Without much ado, and as if we had known each other since ages, she said:
"I made a mistake, I shouldn't have quit working. Now I feel lazy going back to work ... and you know what" her voice turning a whisper, she added, "I have actually lost much of my self-confidence ..."

I would like to believe that in her conversation, reflected the purity of her heart.
But frankly I can't be very sure.
After all, meeting someone first time, can one vouch for the purity of their heart ?

Here was a seventy five plus woman who was leading a relaxed life, fussing over her tea, making her staff run all around the house for nothing, missing her outings and social life due to her ageing body and she was asking me to meet her often and take her out on the BEST buses so that she learns to ride a bus in Bombay City ...
WOW !!!
Amazing spirit ... and salutes to that.

More than twenty years my senior, she said she loved my hair "flying all over" under the fan-ki-hawa
And I loved her's ... not moving unless a touch of her dainty fingers permitted them to do so
Also mine now in their natural colour
Her's artificially coloured

"Why don't you write ? You have a treasure ( I mean TREASURE ) ..."
Yeah ... her treasure deserves the capitals
"I cannot write" she said simply
While she paused, I thought : "Sach mein lazy hain )
Oblivious to my thoughts, she went on, without any pride, and again very simply she said:
"Wo treasure to poorey India ka hai"

Indeed ... Indeed ...
Who could dispute that :-)

Tea was served with much grace
However she made the helper run back and forth a few times before she was satisfied with the degree of warmth and colour of the beverage

Then someone reminded her of a financial downturn she had suffered about half a century ago.
She did not take a moment to look at him in the eyes with such blank innocence as if a memory loss had happened suddenly !!!

Quite like a small adamant girl she shot back:
"I don't remember all that"
That person insisted she could not forget such an important matter, and testing her "yaad-daasht" asked again:
"Bibi Jaan to yaad hain na ... "
To which she replied with spontaneous enthusiasm:
" Haan ... Haan ... Kyon nahi yaad hoNgi ... ?"
"To phir wo baat kyoN nahi yaad hai ?"
"Bibi Jaan ek insaan hain, koi bank ka khata nahi ... "
She replied with a lot of self composure, depth and perhaps some sweet latent mischief

WOW again!!!

She is a delightfully breath taking bundle of paradoxes !!!
Steely Determination
Mellow Vulnerability

Here I was in the company of an impish scholar-Guru who has learned her lessons from the expansive library called Life ...
And thankfully learned all the right things

And this also explains why at the beginning she said she could not write

Friday, August 11, 2017

Love Him?

What better way there is to show your love for your Supreme Loved One than to love His creations, preserve them, beautify them, take care of them ... ?
So I conclude that atheists love God
And they express this love with much depth, thoughtfulness and maturity ...

They don't go on a killing spree destroying God's creations ...
They express their devotion to God through their devotion to all that is there on Earth and in Universe.
All that has been created by that Supreme Creator 

Their's is a much better way to be grateful to Almighty God than any of the so called believers who, in the name of the faith they are following, betray the teachings of that very faith ...

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Eid Mubarak

At the outset let me share some enlightenment that I received this Ramzaan :-)

1) Normal people suddenly turn Preachers and keep sending videos and messages which propagate the thoughts and "teachings" of "scholars" we have never heard about in a bid to "transform-and purify" our thought process !!!

2) Arabic suddenly becomes the language of the Muslims and they all seem to know it perfectly.

3) Tailor-made duas for Ramzaan, specially for Laylatul Qadr keep coming repeatedly and we are told that good deeds and prayer on this one night equals rewards equal to eighty years of prayer and charity

4) The best time for prayer and asking God for favours and blessings comes prescribed by the ulemas and you are supposed to parrot their duas for your own salvation.

This as I said is a portion of the mind boggling enlightenment.

Before it had happened I was under the impression that asking God for favours and blessings and being thankful to Him, comes from one's heart irrespective of a time-place bondage.

Also my understanding was that whatever I say to my Allah or ask of Him should be in a language that I know best, so that I don't need a translation along side of what I am saying.

But even if much of it was avoidable "spiritual bombardment" some of the "forwards" were interesting, informative and educative ... and spiritually nourishing too :-)

So here's a BIG THANK YOU to all friends and family who cared to keep me in their thoughts and duas.
Absolutely precious and welcome my dears :-)
Love you all

My apologies to friends and family who I may have hurt-irritated-annoyed many a time.
But rest assured I am incorrigible, so ... Well ... There's more to come !!!

But for now here's wishing all my near and dear ones and my dearest family a Happy Prosperous Enlightening day and year ahead.

Eid Bahot Bhaot Mubarak ho ... sabhi ko mubarak ho

Will end this note with a small prayer:
My Dear God ji !
Eishwar Allah tero naam ... Sab ko sanmati ... and specially Balwaano ko ... tu de de gyaan !!!

Sunday, April 30, 2017

DekheNgey ...

Tujh par marr kar dekh liya ae duniya
Ab apne liye jii kar dekheNgey

Mushkil se mili hai ye himmat
Koi karishma  kar ke dekheNgey

Teri na-qadri se qadar apni jaani
Ab kya hum muud kar dekheNgey

Manzil na miley gi ab kyon kar
Manzil pe pahunch kar dekheNgey ....

Monday, April 17, 2017

Sansaar Se Bhaage Phirtey Ho

LogoN ne ibaadat ko din-tariikh aur rituals mein quaid kar ke rakh diya hai
Mahurat dekh kar , chaaNd dekh kar , ghadi dekh kar "Neki" kartey hain

Aur ye neki Kya hai ?
Zakaat etc etc
Har ritual ka reason bhi hai ...
Scientific significance bhi hai ...
Aur to aur Health benefit hain
If you didn't know guys Namaaz and Yoga are very similar
Without reason and without faaeda to hum ibaadat bhi nahi kartey ....

After all we are logical mature proud believers of our respective faiths that were thrust upon us from the time we were born !!!

Hum bhi huzoor ... Hum bhi ...
Another face in the crowd ...
Hum bhi ...
Sajdey mein jhukey to thay
AaNkhein bandd kar ke haath bhi jodey thay ...
Kuchh rati-rataayi duaaeiN padhi thiiN
Lekin dil aur dimaag kahiiN aur thay

Abhi bazaar janaa hai, sabzi-chicken-fruit le kar anaa hai, doodh bhi shaaed khatam ho gayaa ho
Wo bhi list mein add karna hai
Cooking start karney se pehlay thodi si chaai jo piini hai ...

Aur haan! Facebook par status update and going through Whatsapp msgs ...
Ye bhi to karna hai ... !!!
Kal kisi ki birthday thi school waaley group par ... sara Whatsapp BD wishes se bhara padaa hai
Wo sab khaali karnaa hai ...

Hamaari ibaadat to bhai aisi hi hai ... God ji ki di hui ne'matoN mein Mashaallah dhyaan lagaa rehta hai
Wo Maalik apni ne'mateiN aur bhi kasrat se ataa karta rahey aur hum yuun hi uss ka shukr adaa kartey raheiN

Someone sent a msg saying Namaaz mein Allah ke khayaal ke alawaa koi aur khayaal ayaa to ibaadat bekaar ...

Khuda ka khayaal kya hotaa hai
Kaisa hota hai koi bataaye ...

Jo Sansaar Khuda ne banayaa hai, jo ne'mateiN uss ne ataa kari hain, unn hi mein to hum uss Maalik ki presence ko mehsoos kareiNgey na ...
Insaan iss Sansaar-roopi Gorakhdhande ka ek hissa hai
Iss gorakhdhande se alag ho kar Insaan sachchi ibaadat kaise kar sakta hai ...

Friday, March 17, 2017

The True Vijeta

I was in primary school.
So it must be almost four decades ago that I first saw Mr. Shashi Kapoor.
Real flesh-and-blood as they say!!!

You don't understand at that tender age why you instantly liked someone.
But looking back now, I can very well understand why that image, that memory has so vividly stayed with me all these years.
His charming vibrancy was spreading so much positivity.
His eyes and lips lighted with a smile that seemed to brighten up everything that came within its enchanting radius.
And as girls mobbed him for autographs, that look of innocence on his face, asking if someone could spare a pen, has got permanently engraved on my heart.

It was at the inauguration of an exhibition for some charitable cause.
One of my relatives was in the managing committee of the institution that was organizing the entire event.
Mr. Shashi Kapoor was the chief guest.
His simplicity, as I think of it now, was overwhelming. He casually strolled in the hall without much ado and mingled with the crowd with remarkable ease.
He was so close I only had to stretch my arm and I would have touched a star :-)!!!

Then as they say, Time flew.
And after many years when I saw Mr. Shashi Kapoor some years back at Prithvi, he was, in his outward appearance not even remotely close to the picture of his past self.
But that affectionate smile as he blessed the young who sought his duas was adorably sweet and friendly, though a bit more matured and solemn.

The serenity and calm on his face, so encouraging and uplifting, must certainly come from the satisfaction of having lived life without compromising on character.
Indeed it is with much contentment that I, his ardent fan over the years realised that Mr. Shashi Kapoor has grown splendidly in stature as an inimitable film maker, a classy theater personality and an endearing human being ....

He has shown his mettle as an intense actor, he has been a skillful director,  a resourceful producer, a fearless film maker, and a pioneer in giving theater lovers in Bombay an absolutely sumptuous treat year after year.

Visiting Prithvi is like meeting a soulmate.

What an enviably inspirational personality this wonderful man is ....
May he live long.
He has the Junoon of a true Vijeta

Friday, March 10, 2017

Holi Mubarak

"Holi Kab hai? Kab hai Holi?"
Asked Gabbar Singh in "Sholay"
Back then he was waiting to spill a horrific colour.
The colour that has been blurring logic and vision globally since times immemorial.
The colour of Revengeful Violence.

So the blossoms of population may have exploded almost everywhere, but the shoots of life seem to have dwindled as much too.

From Holika to Gabbar, and before and beyond, there are unending incandescent streaks of ill will that shroud conciliatory colours of Peace.
They stagnate the revitalizing hues of love, the inspirational aura of Hope and the happy shades of togetherness ...
Ethics and morals have lost their colour.

Holi, the festival of colours is here again.
People will symbolically burn down evil and pray for the phoenix of goodness to rise high from those ashes.
But unless we discover the rainbow of harmony and goodwill within ourselves, all the cheerful colours in our festive pichkaaris will only remain a beautiful illusion.