Some bird – may be cuckoo.

Crippled near to the tree,
It was better,
It seemed-
The lyrics,
With the sweet music.
Talking to him.
Lonely in the dense and dark.

As the hours flew away,
The more chirpings added,
Of other birds.
Its dark blue in the east.
The soul orchestra fainted
In the light of dawn

Only in night,
It was routine,
Another,
Another and yet another night.
His closed eyes,
created motifs from songs,
Rainbows converted to waves.

To hold the music,
Forever,
Climbed the tree.

And he hold the bird
Yes – its cuckoo.
Pure Black -
He saw in morning.

Next night,
It sang again,
At his garden.

But the song was,
Lyrics without music.
Hazy waves,
Shapeless patterns,
And no colors.

Last night,
He left cuckoo free,
To hear again
In Dark woods.

During the course, the fever, headache and the weakest feeling have changed the taste buds too. Earlier days as the mouth was affected, even a bit of salt or slightest spicy food was intolerable. I was given boiled food with little salt and turmeric. I used to have the changed menu even in those days. Though I must admit, the boiled food has been tasty really. Dear used to have the same food, prepared for me. Not sure, how! Note worthy here is we both love spicy food!!

Today’s lunch was again simple and again same dull looking because of the little oil and microscopic masala but it was plateful rice, dal with lauki, bottlegourd bhaji, aloo gobhi sabji. After the weakness in this recovery period, I had finished them in a shot and asked for a second little serving!!

May be its again one of the tastiest food, I had from her. May be spices that contribute to the taste, but its something else than spices that makes food so tasty! Love you dear !!

I used to have little argument with her on the old saying that, the way to men’s heart is not only through stomach but other things too. But I guess there exists ‘a way’, and infact there must be a national highway in construction !!

I am starting to post the photos of Shubh and Dear first time on the blog. Lets share a photo that was snapped on Ganesh Puja, that was arranged for the first time behind D’s flat. He is wearing the dress given by Ravi bhai.

Mar 25, 2011

Everytime I take out laptop, he loves to be around and pull up the keyboard’s keys. Shift key is shifted! Few days back camera lens struck, when he tried to hold the zooms. My gadgets are now on risk zone, as to him all electronic goods look the next toys in hand. Anyway, wishing all the electronic items good luck, let me do some blog writing, keeping shubh nearby.

Few days back, he have learned how to cross the main door of house(chaukhat)! Shubh Yatra! God bless you.

It is alive-
With a world within,
Protected over.

For the life inside,
Which is very delicate,
Soft and swimming,
In a little sea within.

The shell – he is today.

Case A: “How many Roties you eat !!”  – The host asked the Guest before going to prepare dinner for him.

Case B: During dinner, host has served 2 roties and curry to the guest, a grown up person.  After some time, curry is there in Guest’s plate but roties has finished. Host comes with a single roti in a plate and asks the guest, “Do you want more!”  Guest hesitantly says – “okey one”.  After few mins – host asks from the kitchen ” Do you want more roties!”  Guest says – “No its okey”.

Having been in such places – wish I could put the plate down and move out.  But bonded with some social terms – had to gulp food unwillingly.

I guess  – these particular hosts behaviors, they don’t do knowingly, but they inherit it. Playing host is an art as well a religion – that’s mostly inherited. At least in Indian context – host must GUESS out (or ask politely, if the need arises) the food interests based on the time of day, the distance the guest has come or anything that gives a clue. His hesitation must be respected instead of exploring his belly volume or level of hunger.

In former “Case:A” a person will not eat 50 roties – so preparing a few more roties than a normal person eats, is not going to affect the hosts kitchen budget significantly. In later “Case: B” extending the hand with few rotis over guest plate will give a clue- if the guest wants to have more.

Preparing food for any one is preparing “Prasadam”. If you believe that it will satisfy the a human’s first basic need. And if this belief is right – the right attitude will come. And if you have the right attitude the prepared food will look great – aroma will make guest more hungry – and of course the taste will be great.

I will put two more cases of Host’s attitude that I saw again closely:

Case C:A guest arrived at somebody’s home. Around 15 mins of talk is over. The guest is now about to leave. At the time guest gets up the chair , the host asks ‘Should I prepare some tea for you’. Guest replies – “No thanks its okey”.

Case D:A North Indian host arranged party for the friends, which comprised mostly of south Indians. But the host arranged the venue where north Indian food is served. Its not because the south Indians wanted to have the north Indian food, but the North Indian Host does not like south Indian food !!

To “Serve” a food to guest – one must behave like “Servant”.

A warm welcome to the eyes, soul and on the mother earth. After your arrival, I am conscious – of being a father. The change in me – that now only I can feel. It’s nice – really nice; personally and professionally.

Everything came in the way – just because of the Almighty’s wish. A friend of mine – you are; that’s the impression first I got – when I bent over you first time. Miles to go dear – together. Morning walks – Cycling together – and learning so many things together…. Like your growing days as a kid – I am too growing as a father.

Now everything, I do, I am conscious of you around. You are listening, learning, following consciously/unconsciously to me as you are following the world around. Sometimes – I need to change, improve, evolve as a person: that’s good I think. And also I as a person, am conscious about – the unique good set of attributes, attitudes in me – should not change. But some of the those times – change, evolve, getting maturity questions comes to me. May be the transition is natural – and a process of life.

May be this way, I can contribute to the things around me getting better – beyond me – the things abstract and physical – we got inherited. So you may do the same to the coming generations.

And everything whatever we do – is inspired by our beautiful soul – your Ma; the rainbow blessings of Grand Ma’s – Pa’s whose love, teachings, traditions and values we are carrying forward; the relatives and friends – who make our lives beautiful and of course the full spectrum of teachers – whom you will find in schools, organizations, playgrounds and in the mother nature.

Its our world dear – where we are learning, contributing and growing. Lets grow together – We all.

Love.

In-
His garden green.

Waiting to hear the twitters,
Over the tree branches,
Little bird swinging them.
And playing with leaves.

In -
His Reality or Dream.

Waiting for the scent,
Of the blossoms,
Each morning fresh.
As the thousand roses around.

In – His Oasis in the way long.

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“You know – hearing the words of mother – he immediately jumped off Sofa . And when her mother said – “Beta, it have been long time that I have seen the photo of Lily – Can you send me one photo of you and Lily?”
“Where as he does not moves out of Sofa for three days !” – She added.
“Nipun got up the sofa and dressed up and went to the photo lab. Within two hours he was back with washed photos. I was surprised. Next day while leaving for office, he sent the photos to Yadavpur (Kolkata) by Courier. He did not washed the photos of our honeymoon even after long time and even when I said. And after hearing the Mothers word’s he jumped from Sofa……. How much Nipun Changed in three years of knowing me in Bangalore! Before how much he used to just love me. Everything changed now. How do I feel..
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You know that old lady when fells sicks – its seems that she is almost going to die. Every time she fells sick – it seems that  this time she will die…
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Second Lady:

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Oh that party.. All had nice Maal (drink) …
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You know na what Kushal did -She did not wanted to take me for the outings..To save money. But when his father came – He took him to Pondicherry tour. Would you believe…
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You know what they think… I am brainwashing you…
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And my mother-in-law… Pathetic…. I will not be silent unless I get her the air of prison. You know what …. one case of Domestic violence, if I put – they will be behind bars. Just only what need to be done is give a statement of domestic violence and first thing police will do is arrest the entire family.

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First lady is paying her bill by Meal Pass.
First Lady: Would’t you buy anything?
Second Lady: No.. I just came to have some Puchkas ( Pani Puris)……
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Audience was shocked to see one another world of-in-Laws-inside-out.