In between my alt tab for various windows I thought of browsing the blog rolls I used to visit and what I found was more or less everyone stopped blogging. Last blog post published are somewhere around June 2011. What happened to all my blog friends, who use to write post like almost every day or every alternate day, they all got so busy that stopped blogging. Well why should I blame others, look at my last post. It dates almost two years back.
Thursday, October 04, 2012
Random
In between my alt tab for various windows I thought of browsing the blog rolls I used to visit and what I found was more or less everyone stopped blogging. Last blog post published are somewhere around June 2011. What happened to all my blog friends, who use to write post like almost every day or every alternate day, they all got so busy that stopped blogging. Well why should I blame others, look at my last post. It dates almost two years back.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Latest Happenings
Today she is 2 years and 4 months old and everyday lot many things happen in her life and her little mind is always curious of daily happenings. Though she is unable to express in words as she is late speaker and her vocabulary till date is very limited. For her every animal is Cow and every kid is Baby.
I don't remember the date she uttered her first word but I still remember how happy we were to listen to her first few words. Today also when she learn new word brings a big smile on our face and our faces show proudness.
She looked so adorable when she walked for the first time with her hands up in air as if she is holding an invisble rope. This happened just few days after her first b'day when all of a sudden she took few steps and we were so happy that unknowingly we were calling our near and dears to share this news.
Now she is grown up as she started with her school. Her first day in school was 15th June, 2010. We knew she will resist school as she don't want to come out of her comfort zone but didn't expect that this will be so tough. Her initial one week was really bad, she cried non-stop for four hours every day. I was standing outside her class and felt so helpless. She still resist going to school but the situation is not as bad. She is trying to settle in her new environment.
There are lot many shocks coming in her life as I threw her feeding bottle on 30th June, 2010 and she has stopped drinking milk. Sachin is force feeding her milk but that is still half glass only. The most shocking thing for us is that she is even not drinking water as resistance, though she very well drinks water from glass but just to rebel she is not taking even water, her water consumption has gone low..
I hope she will come over this soon.
Today I introduced colours to her and offered her sheet and colours to paint and the results were really nice. Will save her artwork and get it framed soon...
I think I have bored you guys a lot so I will stop here for the time being. Will come back soon :)
If you wish to see her art work you can see it on my other blog http://anukrati.blogspot.com/2010/07/navyaas-first-artwork.html
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Striking My City and my Heart.
I have lived 26 years of my life in Jaipur, my own city, a city which is known for its communal harmony and positive attitude of people. Jaipur has welcomed one and all with open arms irrespective of caste, creed, religion or any other silly discretion. There is no Raj Thackrey there screaming on top of his voice appease a marathi vote bank and there is no Mayawati there blowing public money to building parks and statues to be used by none. There is no southie /northie war and no hindu muslims fighting on bhumis .
There are just simple people starting their day with Arti at Govind devji's temple and working through out day under scorching heat without complain. There are people assembling at chaupads to discuss the day and cricket. People enjoying ramchandra's kulfi and LMB's Jalebi with equal love
They are people who happily close shops on Dhanteras (the busiest day in year for business) so that muslim brothers can pray Namaz. The famous Gangaur 's possession is led by Gafur kaka's drums. The diwali is lit by crackers made in ramganj (100% Muslim area) and ID is celebrated by sweets from Haldiyon ka Rasta (100% hindu area).
They have striked heart of my Jaipur, and wounded it's soul. Chaupads which is right at heart of Jaipur right from days of Raja Mansingh till Vasundhara Raje . Chaupads have seen it all from Diwali's to Ids will never be same again. People will not just meet strangers with smile and offer Prasad. The pigeons in morning may not be fed and the flower shops may be closed for long while.
The LMB will open with shivering hands. In today's aarti at Chandpole Hanumanji people will ask lot of questions to god and Jaipur will never be same again.
I am very angry very very angry and feel betrayed .. and not because of blasts but I could not find a single line of concern on face of our home minister and the Mr. Jaiswal who started his political career right there at Chaupar.
I offer my deepest condolences to all those who have suffered and those who have lost their near and dear. I wish my Jaipur comes back to normal as fast it can.
Sachin Bhandari
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Merey ghar aayee ek nanhi pari
Thursday, November 22, 2007
jingles... kuch yaadein purani si
Ek hi baat ye dohrate..
Friday, October 26, 2007
Story so far... 4 (final and concluding part)
hey guys apologies for a long delay, things have been moving pretty much and life has been quite happening . In this hustle and bustel somehow we lost the track of the story .. but here am back with final and concluding part of story ... thanks for your patience and hope the end is worth the wait
I know it's long time and may be this story has been wiped from your minds so if you want to have a look at previous parts u can click following links:
Part One, Story so far Part two and Part Three And from here onwards the story follows ......
Little bit Recap:
So finally after so many if’s and but’s, no's and yes they were meeting .. They decided to meet on 23th October .
aage badate hue..........
sochta hun....sach likhun
ya adab ki bat likhun.
bhige se hai jajbat
ya koi garam bat likhun.
tere pas se gujra hun......
isliye salam likhun.
sham dale
mai kaise subah ki baat likhun.
sabne banaye hai apne khuda..
mai tujhe hi apna namaz likhoon.
Story Continues....
They decided to meet on 23rd Oct.
He's coming for the first time, She not sure whether she is taking right step or not. She is definitly a mixed bag of feelings, don't know whether more happy or tense. Her feelings are overlapping and she is in dilema what to say to her mom, how to go out and meet Him , First time in her life she told a lie to her mom that she got assignments to complete so going to state library.
They decided to meet in University as she thought that is the safest place to meet. But destiny has thought something else only..
University elections were going on so entry was allowed to students with id cards, she went inside and then waited on the decided spot, but everywhere campaiging was going on, she felt definitly He cannot enter as he won't be having id card, so she went out of gate to escort him, here she went out, there he persuaded security and got entry inside university and went to decided spot.
Now he is worried whether She will be able to make it or not. He was sure she will definitly come, was wondering what would he say to her. Seems was running short of words.
He was thinking at that time...
Jiss raah par aaogee tum,
Uss raah pe nazar hai,
Jab millengay hum tum,
uss pal ka intezaar hai,
kah na sakeingay shayad hum kuch
dil ka aalam kuch aisa hi hai
laakh chhupaoun par tumhein bhi patta hai
ki humein bas tumhi say pyaar hai
It was more than an hour he was waiting for her but there was no sign of her. She was outside searching him, then thought of going back inside to check the place but this time security didn't allowed her to go inside. She insisted a lot but was of no use as she was not a regular student of university.
She was on verge of tears, what to do now. Both of them didn't have mobiles as couldn't afford mobiles. She thought only option left is now she should go back home and wait for his call. She was sure he will definitly call.
Back at home told mom that she came back for lunch and will go back again to complete work.Phone rang, it was Him, she explained and they decided again to meet. This time on lake. She quickly finished her lunch and rushed to meet him.
There they were standing infront of each other, silent yet saying lot many things
She in maroon suit and beige churidaar, duppata set loose with her hair tied in a plait at back and he was in white kurta and churidaar. They greeted each other with smile trying to hide nervousness. Both sat on stairs of lake and were wondering what to say
Both going through same thoughts
Banna kar tumharey dil ko basera,
tumharey dill mein rehna chahta hun....
Aaj tumsay dil ki har woh baat,
mein bas aaj kehna chahta hun....
Ek nadi ke behnay ki aawaaz ho tum,
chahun kho jaoun mein gumsum...
jazbaaton ki iss duniya mein
madhosh sa behna chahta hun...
Aaj tumsay dil ki har wo bat mein...
Finally He took courage and said What Next...
She said Nothing lets get married..
Both smiled and then talked about their families, how are they going to put things in front of their parents, how should they introduce each other to them, what should be there back up plan incase they get resentment which both knew they definitly are going to get. What could be the possibl questions from their families and what should they reply. They talked to each other as if they know each other for ages and have met regularly, didn't felt that this is their first meeting.
Then suddenly he asked Can I hold your hand
prompt was her reaction as she placed her hand against him. The look he got in his eyes was worth watching.
Sun was setting down and both were into deep thoughts....
I want to watch the sunset,
I want to see it in your face,
I want to feel it with you....
I want to hear the waves,
Crash angry on the shore,
I want to feel your hands with me
While all around us the water pour...
I want to feel the sand between my fingers,
smell the salt in air
I want to feel your arms around me
Secret places if you dare...
I want to feel the heart
of restless summer night
I want to kiss you softly
Beneath the pale moonlight..
I want to meet the stars
That lie hidden in the depth
Baby will you with me
Do watch the sunset?
Suddenly she realized it's getting darker, she need to be at home. Kissed him goodbye and rushed to home. Was tense now what if mom do cross questioning but she was lucky indeed mother didn't notice.
Went to sleep with so many dreams in her eyes. He went back to his city in bus and all the time kept awake reliving all the moments again and again.
Daily phone calls and sweet talks and talking about how to proceed further... and then Her mom doubted, she asked her once about the phone calls she is recieving daily. As she was not good at lying, she said she was talking to one whom she wish to marry one day.
Her mom was shocked to listen to this and got angry on her. How can you, what are you saying, Do you know what does this mean..
She said yeah I know him very well and I know he is the one for me. Don't be angry on me I'll just ask him to talk to you guys. She dialed his number
"Hello"
"Hello"
"Hey it's you, wow"
"Call my parents if you can, now"
"They know"
"yes they do"
"fine disconnect, am calling right away"
He called them, talked to them, they were angry he listened to them patiently, somehow told them don't be afraid am not a bad guy, will take care of your daugther in every possible way. He assured that we will not run away and will not do anything which will hurt you. She means a lot to me. At last he managed to convince them to meet him.
Now as her parents know everything, it became necessary to spill out to his parents too.
The moment he told them, they went silent, cold war started between him and his parents. No one agreed to accept a girl out of community from different religion and culture. No one was talking on the same and it kept lingering.
Finally elders sat for discussions and then all at one side and he on one side ready to give answers to every query of them.
The war went on .. counters and answers logics and arguments .. this went on and on .. no one ready to give up . Finally with the power of love he was able to manage and convince them that she is right person for him and she will not let their family down.
Things at her end wore even worse. Parents were not ready to accept him due to various reasons .. cultural and social differnces.. she was pressurized in all possible ways.. but she stood rock solid backed with their love..
Day was decided when Her parents will meet His parents, After meet Her parents were still not agreed, but as she was adamant either him or no one, one day they too have to accept him and his family
Finally after one and half year of tough persuation, constant emotional blackmailing, peer pressure, both were able to win hearts on each side and parents agreed to tie their knot.
Life wasn't easy for her after marriage as she have to face drastic changes now, total culture difference, but she knew she will have constant support of him and he will be there for her all the time.
She walked a lot to reach their hearts and they welcomed her with open arms and she seamlessly became the most loved bahu ..
Families came closer and they realized that the kids were grown up and were right.
Life started from them... From Him and Her they became We.
Life moved on .. and they are living delighted to be in company of each other.
One day they decided to write the story on their blog.. so you are reading this ..
So thanks from her ( me ) and him (Sachin) who met on rediffbol
Note : All the poetries mentioned above were written for me in his numerous emails :)
Here is what I have got to say to Sachin My Love
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Tuesday, October 02, 2007
RAM- Setu .. on a lighter note
Normally I do not post any of my political views on our blog. Althought this is one of my favorite subject. But today one of my best pal Uttam has send me a email which presents the RAM-SETU matter and current political scenario in a very light manner. Here it is for your reference : Enjoy
Subject: RAM SETU - MASTER PIECE
This truly is a masterpiece...Happy reading!
The Lord surveyed the Ram Setu and said "Hanuman, how diligently and
strenuously you and your vanara sena had built this bridge several centuries
back. It is remarkable that it has withstood the ravages of the climatic and
geographical changes over centuries. It is indeed an amazing feat especially
considering the fact that a bridge at Hyderabad built by Gammon using latest
technology collapsed the other day even before they could stick the posters
on its pillars."
Hanuman with all humility spoke "Jai Sri Ram, it is all because of your
grace. We just scribbled your name on the bricks and threw them in the sea
and they held. No steel from TISCO or cement from Ambuja or ACC was ever
used. But Lord, why rake up the old issue now."
Ram spoke "Well, Hanuman some people down there want to demolish the bridge
and construct a canal. The contract involves lot of money and lot of money
will be made. They will make money on demolition and make more money on
construction. "
Hanuman humbly bowed down and said "Why not we go down and present our case"
Ram said "Times have changed since we were down there. They will ask us to
submit age proof and we don't have either a birth certificate or school
leaving certificate. We traveled mainly on foot and some times in bullock
carts and so we don't have a driving license either. As far as the address
proof is concerned the fact that I was born at Ayodhya is itself under
litigation for over half a century, If I go in a traditional attire with bow
and arrow, the ordinary folks may recognize me but Arjun Singh may take me
to be some tribal and, at the most, offer a seat at IIT under the reserved
category. Also, a God cannot walk in dressed in a three-piece suit and
announce his arrival. It would make even the devotees suspicious. So it is
dilemma so to say."
"I can vouch for you by saying that I personally built the bridge."
"My dear, Anjani putra, it will not work. They will ask you to produce the
lay-out plan, the project details, including financial outlay and how the
project cost was met and the completion certificate. Nothing is accepted
without documentary evidence in India. You may cough but unless a doctor
certifies it, you have no cough. A pensioner may present himself personally
but the authorities do not take it as proof. He has to produce a
life-certificate to prove that he is alive. It is that complicated."
"Lord can't understand these historians. Over the years you have given
darshan once every hundred years to saints like Surdas, Tulsidas, Saint
Thyagaraja, Jayadeva, Bhadrachala Ramdas and even Sant Tukaram and still
they disbelieve your existence and say Ramayana is a myth. The only option,
I see, is to re-enact Ramayana on earth and set the government records
straight once for all."
Lord smiled "It is that easy today. Ravan is apprehensive that he may look
like a saint in front of Karunanidhi. I also spoke to his mama Mareechan,
who appeared as a golden deer to tempt Sita maiyya when I was in the forest
and he said that he won't take a chance of stepping on earth as long as
Salman Khan is around."
~Sachin
Friday, September 14, 2007
Chocolates Any One???
Okay here is one more update.... our long lost friend on blogsphere Ashish Gupta got a job
So heartiest congratulations to him