Maa - sagarika

Dhoop Mein Chaaya Jaise,
Pyaas Mein Dariya Jaise,
Tan Mein Jeevan Jaise,
Man Mein Darpan Jaise,

Haath Duaaon Waale Roshan Kare Ujaale,
Phool Pe Jaise Shabnam, Saans Mein Jaise Sargam,
Prem Ki Moorat Daya Ki Surat ,
Aise Aur Kahaan Hai ,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai...

Jab Bhi Andhera Cha Jaye
Woh Deepak Ban Jaaye ,
Jab Ik Akeli Raat Sataye,
Woh Sapna Ban Jaaye,
Andar Neer Bahaye ,
Baahar Se Muskaye,
Kaaya Woh Paavan Si,Mathura-Vrindavan Jaisi,
Jiske Darshan Mein Ho Bhagwan ,

Aisi Aur Kahaan Hai,Jaisi Meri Maa Hai.... 

Tribute to all the mothers...love u maa!!!

Few days back, I went for some shopping at hobby ideas and brought some papers and all to prepare some artistic thing. When I showed it to my Mom, she instantly said, "Why do you waste money on such things?", I replied, "It's called art, not a waste." After sometime suddenly my mom was like ya you are right, you always do some artistic work every time. Something happened to her and she said that she has wasted all her life and done nothing great in her life. But I completely disagreed to her statement and replied that you have made us and have done every little thing to make our life comfortable. You have done so much for your family and according to me its just a very big thing to do. She instantly replied, "Everyone does that, nothing great in that." This statement of hers made me realise how we treat our mothers. We just take them for granted and never make them feel they are so special and will always remain special forever.

This is just not the case with my mom but with many other moms. So, guys don't take your mom for granted but make them feel special. The smile which will be on her face after that will be your reward. I am not saying we don't love our mom, everyone love his/her mom. But, how many of you compliment your mom once in a day?

In my post graduation days, one of my friends used to say that my mom is so sweet and he used to say so many things and I just used to laugh that what's great in that. Now I understood what was great in that sweetness of his mother. Yesterday only I was talking to my mom and was observing her really well and I found her so sweet as if I have not seen such sweetness in my life. I just felt like giving my mom a sweet kiss. Love you Mom. This blog is for you.

Have you guys heard the song Maa by Sagarika. Its a lovely song. I m posting the lyrics in my next blog. Do read it and also watch the video of the song on Youtube. I know you will love it.

Please let me know about my blog and your mom. Would really like to read how special your mom is!!!

SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

HE among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

 

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

--Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

 

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

An introduction - Kamala Das

I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
I amIndian, very brown, born inMalabar,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one.
Don’t write in English, they said, English is
Not your mother-tongue. Why not leave
Me alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,
Every one of you? Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
It is half English, halfIndian, funny perhaps, but it is honest,
It is as human as I am human, don’t
You see? It voices my joys, my longings, my
Hopes, and it is useful to me as cawing
Is to crows or roaring to the lions, it
Is human speech, the speech of the mind that is
Here and not there, a mind that sees and hears and
Is aware. Not the deaf, blind speech
Of trees in storm or of monsoon clouds or of rain or the
Incoherent mutterings of the blazing
Funeral pyre. I was child, and later they
Told me I grew, for I became tall, my limbs
Swelled and one or two places sprouted hair.
WhenI asked for love, not knowing what else to ask
For, he drew a youth of sixteen into the
Bedroom and closed the door, He did not beat me
But my sad woman-body felt so beaten.
The weight of my breasts and womb crushed me.
I shrank Pitifully.
Then … I wore a shirt and my
Brother’s trousers, cut my hair short and ignored
My womanliness. Dress in sarees, be girl
Be wife, they said. Be embroiderer, be cook,
Be a quarreller with servants. Fit in. Oh,
Belong, cried the categorizers. Don’t sit
On walls or peep in through our lace-draped windows.
Be Amy, or be Kamala. Or, better
Still, be Madhavikutty. It is time to
Choose a name, a role. Don’t play pretending games.
Don’t play at schizophrenia or be a
Nympho. Don’t cry embarrassingly loud when
Jilted in love … I met a man, loved him. Call
Him not by any name, he is every man
Who wants. a woman, just as I am every
Woman who seeks love. In him . . . the hungry haste
Of rivers, in me . . . the oceans’ tireless
Waiting. Who are you, I ask each and everyone,
The answer is, it is I. Anywhere and,
Everywhere, I see the one who calls himself I
In this world, he is tightly packed like the
Sword in its sheath. It is I who drink lonely
Drinks at twelve, midnight, in hotels of strange towns,
It is I who laugh, it is I who make love
And then, feel shame, it is I who lie dying
With a rattle in my throat. I am sinner,
I am saint. I am the beloved and the
Betrayed. I have no joys that are not yours, no
Aches which are not yours. I too call myself I.

Are we free yet?? Just give it a thought!!

Today while watching television, a thought just came wandering from somewhere in my mind. Suddenly, I felt a deep urge to share it with all of you. Please give it a thought after reading it. I was watching some serial which obviously had a strong female character, which is a trend nowadays in daily soaps. The serial had a really very strong point about the society and their behaviour towards women, which according to me has not changed till now in our country. The question was again and again arising in my mind that is this really true? I mean whatever they show on television. This is the way we are still treated in this so called male-dominant society? The answer dint strike in my mind instantly as its in my mind till mow since then. But, I had one more question that are we free yet? Do answer these after reading the blog.

For the answer I searched in my mind and my mind said lets look around ourselves and our society. So, I did some research and found that partly the thing is true. The women are still not free in our country. They are yet not suppose to express their opinions and give some ideas regarding crucial issues. As we all know the ratio of female:male is being diminished day by day and due to this mainly girls are facing problems. I don't know what the modern male mentality is upto, they just feel the girls are the objects of their entertainment. The way males look at a girl as if he just wants to possess her. Nowadays its really hard for a girl to look beautiful, as this beauty is her biggest enemy. No wonder there are two sides of a coin, similarly good guys do exist but the majority of the male population just wants to have fun. No commitment nothing!!.

Television also wants women to look up to these serious issues and stand for herself like Rani laxmibhai. Serials like Maryada-lekin kab tak, Kali- ek agnipariksha and many more are not just for fun or rising TRP business.These show the things which actually occur in our society. These are not for mere watching, but for taking a stand and to show we are not an object or your possession, instead we have an identity, a self respect which no one can steal from us.

Have you guys read the poem An Introduction by Kamala Das, its a must read poem. Please read it I am posting in the next blog after this. You are really gonna realize how she must have felt about being a woman and how she was treated, its a pity and many women are still living a life like this. There was one more poem, I dont remember the poet, its "The purdah". In that too women are so ill-treated and they are allowed only to remain in purdahs only. I know many of you will say that purdah system is gone now since ages its abolished, but no thats really not the case. I have recently seen women still wearing purdahs and carrying out this ritual daily. This topic can go on and on but is there any solution for this? In my opinion, yes there is a solution unless and until we women will stand for ourselves....

Finally thank you for reading this blog. Suggestions needed for more improvements....

Just started writing blogs.....so bear me....;PP

Recently, I have developed a habit of relating things with each other. For example, if I had seen something earlier or experienced in past and if that very similar thing occurs to someone or to me after a few days, I can very well on the spot relate both the things,,,

Don't know how did I develop it but I can't help it... psst  I know this is getting boring...wait wait have a lot to tell u guys...

Few days back I went to visit Akshardham with ma cousins...had a lot of fun..and enjoyed all the rides...if u guys remember there is one ride where its like a boat and it will turn upside down...and for 1 min we ll be upside down hanging on it like anything...although there are many things for support and we wont fall as its safe....

For me it was a lifetime experience as unintentionally I took ma clutch with me in that ride and was not knowing where to keep it so I tucked it up in ma jeans....I was not knowing that when i will be upside down it can fall...

As soon as it started everything was in its place but suddenly our legs were in the sky and head down to earth....Oh gosh ....I was like what this ??? and all the bile was just about to come in ma mouth...eeeewwww!!!

It was just the beginning, due to such a range of motion, ma clutch fell from ma jeans and  I din't know whom it ll hurt or something like that...
At that very moment I forgot all the fear of that ride, but the only thing in ma mind was the movie "Final Destination"...if u guys must ve seen that flick u must be knowing how so many ppl died in that just becoz of the same foolishness of taking things in the ride...In that flick a boy took the camera and due to that some short circuit occurred and disaster happened....

Same ways I was afraid that please God no one should get hurt just becoz of my mistake of taking ma clutch with me...

But thankfully clutch fell directly to ground without disturbing any of the wires or grills or motion of that ride....

And this thing taught me a lesson that we should take experience from all the things and like this we learn so many good things...
So, one advice to all ...start relating and learning things like me...

This blog is an inspiration to me from ma very good friend Varsha...so I would like to acknowledge her....thanks Varsha....

This one is ma first blog.....so please comment guys...I know lot of improvement is needed....