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ददामि शुद्ध चिताधरा

2009-11-17T23:04:00.000-08:00

धनम ना ददातु
त्रिलोक्य ना ददातु
ददामि शुद्ध चिताधरा

Don't give me money
Don't give me three world
Give me pure flow of thoughts

मेरे सपने गुनागुनाओ उनहें थोड़ा तो हँसाओ

2009-11-17T22:32:00.000-08:00

मेरे सपने गुनागुनाओ
उनहें थोड़ा तो हँसाओ

थोड़े से हेरान हैं
थोड़े अनजान हैं
थोड़े से शेतान हैं
थोड़े नादान हैं

बिन पूछे आते हैं
फिर जाना भूल जाते हैं

सोते भी नहीं हैं
खाते भी नहीं हैं
हस्ते भी नहीं हैं
रोते भी नहीं हैं

उड़ते हैं पानी में
आसमान में चलते हैं

मेरे सपने गुद्गुदाओ/गुनागुनाओ
उनहें थोड़ा तो हँसाओ

बंद कर लू मुढ़ी में
या समुंदर के नीचे ले दबाऊं

या फिर राम के बाण
के आगे उन्हें लगाऊ
और आसमान के मस्तक से भी दूर
उन्हें ले जाऊं

मेरे सपने गुद्गुदाओ/गुनागुनाओ

Listen to me please :)

2009-09-30T23:57:00.000-07:00

Who will listen when everybody is opting to scream? How to sell in a buyer-less market when everyone is a seller?

Isn't it same for twitter and growing community of online status messages, emails, SMS, phone calls...

Why everyone wants to scream? Why everyone wants to be heard ? Why everyone wants to be recognized? Haven't our parents cuddled us and said, "You are the most beautiful creation, because you are my child and I will listen to you always, I will be there for you always."

Why the insecurity? Are we not confident about our self, our work, our product, our services. Why are we scared that customer will go to them, Is customer a fool?

Isn't it like a fish market where every status bar is showcasing - the hidden cost of our non pampered esteem.

Ahh.....

What a pity? A world filled will mobile phone calls, sms, FB, twitter, emails, n blog, n growing number of internet pages.

No one wants to sit in the silence of a tree.

Beautiful fat :)))

2009-09-20T23:09:00.000-07:00

The new learning license twinkled in his eyes; he shrugged his shoulders daunting big yes. That thin lean teenage person waved at his twin looking teenage brother, smiled and drove the car. Excited, he did mistake of putting the wrong gear and hit the smartly standing cars in the parking queue.

In the residential area, accident’s noise boomed in ears. Swiftly, people ventured out of the houses. Owners of tampered cars showed wild facial expressions of ready-to-eat-the-driver. But the driver - the lean guy was smart; he applied the right gear and drove away hastily, leaving his twin brother to handle the crowd.

The brother struggled, said loudly, take the money, but crowd wanted to fight despite frequent sorry screams. God inside them wanted some psychological ego satisfaction. The other brother who hit the car ran away only to return back accompanied with a bulky uncle whose belly protruded in pregnancy of mammoth wants of taste-buds satisfaction including the daily intake of few kilograms of butter chickens and butter naans(white flour Indian bread)

Crowd acted sober when the fat man walked towards them. The roaring lions turned dogs wagging tails to speak first in an unimagined queue to demand for the compensation, though already proclaimed by the twin.

The crowd accepted whatever the hands of bulky man showcased along with his not-to-be-heard voice subconsciously. They acted defensively from a bulky middle-aged man who was a actually a quack.

So what I intend to say by this short incidence, we have seen people laughing at fat people.

I wonder at the predicament of fat people, “A person who is over-healthy symbolizes power”, words of a slim friend from Ahmedabad pricked the blossoming ideal fox body figure balloons in my head, “Don’t you feel the vibes? Everyone gets nervous to see a bulky person”.

“No way baby everyone laughs”, I added the tincture on my thoughts, though it can act as a lovely excuse to avoid exercising. But tincture speared the pain waves, “What if Gabbar Singh in Sholay was skinny man?” A thin villain is hard to imagine, a hefty guy suits the image of a villain for the masses – right or wrong - But the trend has changed; now everyone is thin in the movie…

Gone are the days when fat was symbol of prosperity. It had a charisma where it was impossible to imagine a Lala / Seth / Rich man without big belly.

But don’t you feel the difference subconsciously to see a skinny CEO and an over healthy CEO. How would you feel as an interviewee interviewed by thin interviewer or …?

Fat is still powerful and beautiful.

Inspirations....

2009-09-20T23:03:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a new movie in town titled“The ABCD” with the following storyline/script

A for Apple
B for Bus
C for Cat
D for Dog

People liked the forgotten simple childlike rhyme. The film “The ABCD” won many world awards, it broke business records. Within six months more than 100 movies inspired from the film “The ABCD” popped in the same market.

Amrood
Barood
Crude
Dude

Asli
Biwi
Crorepati
Doberman / Donkey/ Dhakkan / Dhobi / Dracula / Doorman

A utterly
Bitterly / Butterlly
Cutely
Delicious (Further inspired from AMUL)
…
…
…
…
…

The guy who wrote “The ABCD” wrote “The EFGH” while everyone was busy making the copy of his creativity.

So next year the film “The EFGH” was a big smashing hit again because people were fed up of watching the remakes or inspired from the “The ABCD”

Henceforth, 200 remakes of “The EFGH” flooded. But few copycat filmmakers were smart. They started making the film “The IJKL” and “The MNOP” before the writer could start putting his thoughts.

Any market is driven by the actions of the leader provided the leader is intelligent and honest else mutiny follows.

The guy wrote “The KLOPS” biggest hit once again.

As the saying goes “one can fool all the people sometime, one can fool some people all the time but one can’t fool all the people all the times” – Only guy who wrote the original work ruled the industry as after his third movie people entered the cinema hall just by his mere name, not even a single marketing tactics/promos were needed.

Any guesses about the 4th movie???

It’s titled “The beautiful life” because writer in his work of originality broke many barriers of creativity and learnt a lot beyond identifying set patterns of life in alphabets and words ^_^

Beautiful bride leaves - ties knot with South Africa

2009-09-20T22:59:00.000-07:00

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=141879685323 Posted on the Facebook
Thursday, March 26, 2009 at 10:20am

What to say Ahaa! Oh No ! or OMG???

Security is one of the criteria for any marriage to work out. No matter how much IPL guys yelled - there seems no one out there listening ( very much usual scenario) even though this bride had the ability and power to bring happiness and lots of wealth to the house.

We all shame at the game ^_^

How could you be true animal?

2009-09-20T22:51:00.000-07:00

How could you be true animal?

Though animal also gives birth to children, something keeps us apart from animal class. We are human class which luckily is blessed with a mind to think deep, a brain to control wandering feelings and a heart to do justice to our thoughts.

How come a human father can be an animal to his own daughter– be it under the black magic spell of a magician in Mumbai or Josef Fritzl in Austria or many more hidden unrevealed stories.

Husband being animals is definitely common, uncles, teachers, father figures being animals is also happening since a long time…..but WHY?

We are generations away from our forefathers but might be a few sequences in DNAs are still the same.

The reason for a creative brain and a destructive brain definitely has its roots in practicing to control earthy desires.

That’s why a human is provided with intelligence not an animal and he has evolved through his intelligence to be creative (Ironically we are destroying more).

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=139080190323
Friday, March 20, 2009 at 11:15am

Taaan Karke[That's why]

2009-07-19T09:23:00.000-07:00

[This was ten years back when cellphones were uncommon and a girl driving kinetic Honda on Delhi roads was a big scene]

Taan Karke [That’s Why?]

Archana’s kainee (Kinetic Honda Scooter) took a turn at a speed of 60 kmph (kilometer per hour). Archana tilted her sitting body posture and her kainee in style to take care of the high speed. Just at few yards away her friend’s place’s gate was visible. She removed the ignition key at the distance, and applied the brakes which gave a sound of style, and let go the clutch – her style – bringing the speed from 60 kmph to 0 kmph. With a skidding stylish noise the kainee finally halts at the gate, propounding her arrival which doesn’t need to press the doorbell. Aunti came running, “Oye! Achoo, it’s you. Main Sochya koi munda hega bike te (I thought some guy has come on bike)”. She gave her a broad buttered Punjabi smile while she took off her helmet and pushed down the heavy knob of kainee’s stand down with her foot engulfed in sports shoes.

“Ritu , Achoo is here” auntie’s sweet screeching invited her friend to join her in the drawing cum dinning room.
“Achoo, you are my hero” auntie said while Archana sank herself in Sofa.
“Aap mujhe parandhe par white butter nahi doge kaya?[won’t you give me white butter on the parantha?” Achoo snapped.
“Why?”
“Aap meri buttering kar raho ho [because you are buttering me]” she giggled.
“O nai vai” her punjabi smile was stagnant on her face. “I really like you. Tell me Achoo, doesn’t your dad feel scared because you drive Kinetic Honda on Delhi roads”
“He died 3 years back. I am hungry Aap kya banoge” Achoo changed the topic in one sentence.
“Taan Karke, I am sorry Achoo” She said though and left for kitchen understanding her pity and Ritu barbed in. “Oyee! Tere barah ak baje bajte hain”
“Nop! I was dreaming more than sleeping”

This was the second time Archana visited Ritu’s place. First time, it was for five minutes to exchange some books and drop Ritu to her place after the movie. Ritu’s mom called Archana many a times to come for lunch.

“Why don’t you tell your mom to buy you a car?” Ritu’s mom brought hot parantha garnished with a big ice cream sized scoop of white butter ready to afloat in the melted self.

Water in her mouth jumped out and was almost ready to clap when she had first bite. But she applied the brakes halting the enjoyment to enjoy the yummy taste and questioned the question, “Car? Why?”

“You will get a nice guy” Ritu’s mom tone was scrutinizing and carried a sweet order.

“I bought it on my own” Achoo applied as she galloped the bite leaving enjoyment at bay.

“OOOOOOOO, Taan karke [That’s why]” auntie sighed of great relief, her understanding got crystal cleared.

“Hello”, Ritu’s father joined everyone on the table

“Hello Uncle”,

“Don’t you get scared? There is so much traffic on Delhi roads”

“How you Dad allowed you to buy one?”

“He died three years back”

“I am sorry” Uncle felt numb and whispered his answer.

“It’s OK Uncle. Auntie one more parantha for me” Achoo smiled of strange god gifted confidence and sounded like a father herself.

“Ik parantha mennu vi [One parantha for me too]” Uncle said in normal voice.

Achoo went away after an hour of lunch table chatting. On her third visit, a very much concerned uncle and aunti ensured that she understood few practical titbits as her dad is no more, her mother is sick and her only younger brother is not having an age of understanding nity grities of wonders of delhi people mindset.

“We will ensure Ritu should do B. Ed after her graduation. We will buy her a car and a cellphone once she finishes the course. A family in Delhi prefers there daughter in law to be a teacher. It’s a good job one earns money, have half a day home and it goes with all status families.” Uncle said to Achoo and auntie nodded head in consent on every word he delivered of the guidance.

“But Uncle, I save my money and time in commuting. How much time I will waste if I will go in Delhi Buses?” Archana argued.

“Tell your mother to buy a car for you.”

“Uncle, we have given upper floor of the house on rent and I give tuitions, we just can’t afford a car and moreover a car will demand more petrol and it’s big and can’t go in small lanes. I am much comfortable with my kainee because I can easily go to lanes and bylanes of Karol bagh.”

“Karol Bagh on scooter…” Uncle’s voice carried a shock. He shrugged his shoulders, lightly shook his both hands in the air on too much wrong that has taken place, “Karol bagh has all the bad guys on the road”

“Taan karke gadi wich jana chaide” Auntie said with a ordered beat of screeching at the end of each word.

“But I always wear a full face covered black helmet and a long win-shitter that hides my hairs and wear jeans and sport shoes. Everyone thinks I am a guy who is driving kainee.”

“Taan karke newspaper which nai chappya ki Achoo kainee challandi haigi” Aunti laughed afterwords hilariously as if she is present in a laughing class.

Uncle was amused by the answer but he pushed back his thoughts, “People prefer a daughter in law who prefers to wear Salwar-Kameez. Imagine yourself driving a car wearing Salwar-Kameez, people will start walking in your house with the Rishta’s. I hope you don’t want to give your mother any pain. If you don’t have money, you take money from me. I will charge lesser interest compared to banks”

“No Uncle, I like kainee and my mother is never in pain, she always smiles and let me smile no matter what”

“Taan karke” Auntie grimed at her confidence.

Few months later, on one usual day Achoo’s brother Honey came back home from jog. He felt temperature and nauseatic after the breakfast of heavy gobhi parathas. He took self medication – a prednisalone , a paracetamol and a multivitamin tablets. After an hour he was feeling breathlessness.

“I feel choked”, he spoke his words helplessly to Achoo who was watching TV and thought her brother is pretending as always or it is his new game of fun.

“You just can’t fool me any more”, she looked at him grinningly though doubting at the pain reflecting in his eyes.

He went near her and grabbed her hand and kept on his forehead. Achoo felt the stiffness in his hands and the sweat and heat on the forehead.

“Come quick, just sit behind me and hold me tightly” She rushed and started her kainee
She jumped to the nearest lanes of Karolbagh – in a residential area of the famous doctor. Being a Sunday, it was a complete stupidity to head towards any hospital. A doctor, a known family friend denied the presence communicated by the wife, but Achoo barbed the door and her eyes grabbed the white collar of eyes the doctor who was standing there only.

“Achoo I can’t…..”
“Save my brother,” her eyes tightened the white collars of his eyes ready to choke them forever.

His wife tried intervening, “Take him to some hospital, if something went wrong we will be held responsible”

“Just save him”, Achoo’s voice thundered. She roared breaths of agitation enough for the doctor’s wife to run inside the house dispensary to search for an anti-allergic vial and come back in quick nano seconds. Doctor gave the injection after few queries about medicine and the food and family history (which he forgot totally).

“It was an allergic reaction because of prednisalone” Doctor said as he curbed the paralytic attack that started on the face of Honey after the choking face was over.

Honey’s life was saved and Archana brought him home after half an hour.

Ritu’s mom called Archana’s mother, “Thank god, Honey is saved”

“Doctor said, if Achoo would have delayed for ten second ……..” she started crying.

“Please calm down…why think on something that has not taken place.” Ritu’s mother spoke soothing words.

Archana mother wiped her tear, composed herself and said , “Doctor said Thanks to Achoo and her driving skills else she wouldn’t have managed to reach fast at his residence amidst traffic jams and small congested lanes of Karol bagh. Had it been a car…..” She started crying again.

“Taaan Karke….” Ritu’s mother soothed her own thoughts.

कान्हा ओ कान्हा - a bhajan for lord Krishna

2009-06-29T02:31:00.000-07:00

सब जग अधुरा, एक तेरा नाम पूरा
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

सब कुछ है तुझसे, तुही सब रंगों में
तूही हर श्रण में , तूही हर कण में
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

तू रूप , तू स्वरुप , तू ज्ञान , तू शक्ति
तू सागर , तू आकाश, तू पृथ्वी, तू दाता
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

तू खाए माखन , तू खेले होली
तू नाचे सब संग, तू इक गावाला
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

तुझसे हैं रोशन दिन के उजाले
तूही देने वाला तूही लेने वाला
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

तेरा नाम ले ले तारती ये दुनिया
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा
सब जग अधुरा, एक तेरा नाम पूरा
कान्हा ओ कान्हा, कान्हा ओ कान्हा

Script for Documentary - "Balrang Ke Sang" Director Pooja Iyanger

2009-06-29T02:05:00.000-07:00

सुनदरता के रंग
खुशियों के रंग
उत्साह के रंग
जोश के रंग ( the main girl where she is clapping)
तालियों के रंग
सपनो के रंग

इतिहास के रंग - (on that building /monument)
मुस्कराहट के रंग ( where a kashmiri girl is smiling)
मिटी के रंग ( at the snapshot of the mud - before henna and the girl in pink saree)(For henna n girl in pink saree keep it silent as it is reflected and keep it silent or with some music till the main girl comes back)

विभिंता के ये रंग
हमें विरासत में मिलें हैं
भारत के सब राज्यों के इन्द्रधनुषी रंग
बालरंग के संग मैंने देखे हैं
कुछ पालो के लिए अपने दोस्तों के साथ / संग

This portion is - where the museum is shown
{मानव संघ्रालाये झीलों की नागे भोपाल में शमला हिल्स में स्तिथ है . यह हमें दर्शाता है हमारी सांकृतिक परंपरा के रंग - हमारी विभिन् नृत्य शाल्ल्यिया जो हजारो वर्षो से विभिन् रंगों को अपनाए हुए है ,- जिसे हम कभी कभी ही देख पते हैं इतने नजदीक से {एक दुसरे के साथ मिल के }

मुझे और मेरे कुत्ख दोस्तों को ये मोका मिला - 19 से 21 dec -2008, जिन्होने अपने अपने राज्यों में जीत हासिल की वोह सब यहाँ पर आये - मानव संघ्रालाये में }

भोपाल की झिलमिलाती झील के कनारे बसा मानव संघ्रालाये का हर कोना हमारी सांकृतिक परंपरा के रंग में सराबोर है - में खुश हूँ की आज मुझे और मेरे दोस्तों को इस ऐतिहासिक परंपरा का एक अनक्ष देखने को (आज ) मिल रहा था

This should finish at रंगोली, keep rangoli silent

तैयारी में इधर उधर भागते से , आशाये लिए जोश में (while those guys are roaming here n there)
गुलाबी पगड़ी पहेने मेरे दोस्त - "श्री बलराम झाखर जी का अभिनन्दन करने के लिए उत्सुकता से खड़े } हैं

में भाषण (opening ceremnony) शुरू होने से पहेले अपनी जगह पहुँच गई ( when she runs and sits)
सभ लोग मजूद थे ( show this on the blind guy...line should end on this

Silence for the minister

शुरुवात हुई हरियाणा राज्ये के सांस्कृतिक नृत्य शेली से
लहंगा लहराते हुए और मतको को अपने सर पर लिए ( finish this before the girl starts standing on the matca)}

मुझे भी बेसब्री से इंतज़ार था उठ्घतन समारोह का
{रंगारंग कार्यक्रम की – it is very common term used. Yes it does fit but at the same time it can be avoided}शुरुवात हुई हरियाणा राज्ये के सांस्कृतिक नृत्य शेल्ली से , लहराते लहंगों ने सब का दिल जीत लिया .
Pause...silence..

कदम से कदम और ताल से ताल मिलते हुवा नागालैंड की नृत्य शेल्ली का आगाज़ . ( for nagaland starting)
बिहू की धुन से सभी झूम उठे .

दियो के पीछे में यह सोच रही हुईं की आगे और क्या सीखने को मिलेगा (while the girl is dancing)

में हूं एक कलाकार , में देखना चाहती हूं और सीखना चाहती हूं और नृत्य शेल्लियो को , उनके steps (कदमो को ) को , थाप को , सुरों को , लोंरित्ये और पारम्परिक वेश्बुषा के स्वरोपो को {जो ढेर सारे सल्लो सी सहेजा हुआ है }

अरे ये तो शायद राजस्थान का संगीत है

सच में , कालबेलिया करती कलि व चंडी के रंगों से चमचमती वेश्बुषा पहने बंज्राने का उत्साह मैंने पहले कहीं पर कभी नहीं देखा था

9 गुज की लम्बी पारम्परिक साडिया पहने मेरी दोस्तों नि हवा में लावनी के बोलो को चारो तरफ दूर दूर तक {पल में } बिखेरा

रूमालो के थिरकते रंग
उचे सुरून के रंग
उभरते उत्साह के रंग
जी तोड़ म्हणत और लगन के रंग ( कुछ महीनो की मेहनत के रंग )
उड़ रहे हैं बाल रंग में
At the start of Garba -

अब है मेरी बारी
अपने गुजरात के गरबा को दिखने की
{हम लोग गोल घूमते हैं
एक दुसरे के साथ
एक ली के साथ }
हम लोग गोल गुमेते हैं एक साथ
तालियो की थाप बजती है सुर के साथ

एक दुसरे के साथ एक ली के साथ

{हल्दी लगाना ,
मेहदी लगाना
रस्मे शादी का हिस्सा होती हैं ,
दुल्हे का स्वागत
नृत्य , संगीत , पहनावे , भोजन , धार्मिक रीतियों की परंपरा के बीच शादी की जाती हैं .
मुझे नहीं पता था की मारवारी शादी , गुजराती शादी और पंजाबी शादी से बहुत अलग है .}

हम सभी ने हर राज्य के रीति रिवाज़ , नृत्य , लोक्न्रित्यो संगीत , पहनावा , भोजन धार्मिक रीतियों की एक सुन्दर झलकी प्रस्तुत करने की जी जान से कोशिश करे थे .

कहीं पर पारम्परिक शादी का नज़ारा था तो कहीं संगीत के द्वारा इसको प्रर्दशित किया गया .

झाँसी की रानी लक्ष्मी बाई की वीरता को तलवार के जोहर के साथ मेरी दोस्त ने दर्शाया

डांडिया रास की जोशीली पवन गुजरात की मिटटी को उदा कर ले आई , {ऐसा लगा पूरा गुजरात मेरी आखों के सामने है ,}

{जब भूख लगी तो मैंने और मेरे दोस्तों ने साब राज्यों / जगह की
स्वादीस्त चीजे खाई . भेलपुरी ...(ओं भेलपुरी ) ...इन्द्रधनुषी
गोला ...
पानी पूरी ...या गोल गप्पे
आइसक्रीम भी }
विभिन् राज्यों के नृत्यों के संग ,में अपने सपनो के पंखो के उदान का मज़ा ले ही रहे थे की स्वादिष्ट भेज्पुरी की महक ने मुझे अपनी और खीच लिया …इन्द्रधनुषी गोला का मज़ा ही कुछ और था ..सभी राज्यों के स्वादिष्ट व्यंजनों का हम सभी ने मज़ा लिया .

{मैं girl - {मैने बहुत राज्यों की नृत्य शेली देख ली हैं } - आब और क्या देखने को मिलेगा बाल रंग में

{समझ /सीख रही हूं में }}
मैं GIRL - {मैने बहुत राज्यों की नृत्य शेल्ली देख ली हैं } - आब और क्या देखने को मिलेगा {बाल रंग में }...वैसे तो ...... . समझ /सीख रही हूं में - नए जोशीले सपने बुनना , नृत्य की अशो व परमराओ की अदृश्य शक्तिओं का स्वरुप विभिन् भाषायें वेश बहुशो की अनगिनत {तिम्तामाते } रंगों से भरी हमारी संकृत विरासत .

बाल रंग में एक और रंग था classical music का .

तबले की थाप के सुर इतनी असं नहीं होते पैर जितनी सहजता से उस पर मेरे दोस्तों की उंगलिया चल रहे थे उससे देख केर मुजहे संगीत की ताकत का अंदाजा हुआ

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