“Rajasthan ki team bana raha hai ya Pakistan ki?” Kishore Rungta uttered with a mouthful of whatever he was having for dinner.
The orator, who had just spelled four Muslim names of the six selected, quickly made corrections and omitted all the four names and continued,.
It was perhaps the winters of 1990, at Rungta’s house. I was there with a friend of mine, to find out if he had got in through his Ranji trials. The trials had happened in the afternoon and these results would have been announced next day morning. If one has to play for India, he had to play Ranji for any of the state teams.
Kishore Rungta was the king of Rajasthan cricket, “tiger” as he was fondly called, was an India selector and cricket had more politics than money then.
Of course, the much known Mr. lalit Modi, by whatever selfish virtue, in connivance with the great chief minister Vasundhra Raje, ousted Mr. Rungta later on to do some good to cricket.
However, villy did not make it. Mr. Rungta had killed villy and likes, his pet boy, Gagan Khoda later went to play a couple of matches for India.
I had not known villy then.
Vilayat, I later met at Xavier’s Bombay. He was a Mayo alumnus, Belonged to Ajmer.
Xavier’s those years used to have a substantial strength of mayoites who roamed around in a sort of gang.
Villy was never a part of it, kept largely to self.
When at hostel, he was in his pads and gloves, waving his bat at least 80% of the day he was awake, shadow practice.
He went on to play various county cricket and continued his efforts to play for India.
He was always well dressed for a hostelite. I remember his shark skin jackets and branded English shoes and shirts.
On later years, villy and me got quite close, we shared a pad at Andheri for around a year and that’s how I got to know villy well. I was working those years and villy was playing for Cricket club of India. He played with almost everyone in the Indian cricket team, and I had the opportunity to go with him to the Brabourne stadium many a times for trivial sporting.
Not that I know much about cricket, but I know villy was better than the most. He was meant to be there.
He never compromised on anything, he was not good with words and with little politeness did manage to speak his mind, be it anyone. “Aap to chutiye ho” he had said that to many including Pravin Amre once.
He hated mediocrity and was pissed off with us for having lesser goals in life.
I met villy after 13 years yesterday, and 12 out of these he told me he had a very tough time carrying his head strong, trying various fields in life to get somewhere, with his skills and attitude, the commercial world was hardly a field for success or even survival.
Things are different now.
Villy, however is doing phenomenally good, with perhaps among the few with an international degree in physical conditioning, he trains the top bollywood biggies.
Nothing could be more suited than this, years of hard work is paying and I am glad I have known him.
Way to go villy.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Fathers Day Papa!
“Should I tell you something?” mom sounded worried over the phone. “Well you called, so might as well tell me, anything serious?”
It was an odd time for my mother to call. It was half past two, on a summer afternoon when everyone at the village usually goes on a slumber, considering I was on my way to Delhi and she was aware of it.
“Papa is firing from the roof top and has injured some people”
There were a million questions in my head, but as anything that I might say or do will affect anything and everything. All I asked her to do was to relax and that I am on my way and everything would be alright.
I tried to speak to my father, who though trying to sound confident and in control, had an air of nervousness around.
I knew I had to be in control.
Rest is history, I found the story.
Papa loves his afternoon siesta, last few years, the tractors passing through next to his house used to blare music from loudspeakers. The road partially belongs to him, and he had been warning those tractor owners for some time now. Bringing this issue over many platforms.
That day, he decided to block the road, and new age kids who hardly care for any understanding of elder’s respect, worded some unusual words. Papa, being not used to this kind of treatment. Picked up one of his three guns. Used the most non lethal bullets, and injured five people.
Being injured by a bullet is like being bitten by a snake. Its more psychological than real.
But then I had no way to know, how serious the injuries were! How would the villagers, police and the aggrieved react?
I spoke to the SP, who was quite surprised by my initiative. I tried to explain papa why he needs to take the legal course now, which he had no choice but to agree.
He was brought to police custody and next day sent to the prison.
We tried our best to take the medical route to avoid prison, but he had to spend one night within the red walled premises.
Things changed for all of us that one night.
Papa lost his dignity. Right to private defense is just a law; prison cannot be a barometer for the civilized.
Next day when papa was being taken to the hospital, he had an epileptic seizure, three in a row.
He lost his memory, his left side was semi paralyzed and he had to be rushed to Patna.
What started as a law and order problem was becoming a nightmare, being grind in a six level stone mill.
Police at all levels, lawyers, courts, prison, doctors, hospitals, relatives and above all money.
I did have a little idea of the life around this Wild West, but this was hands on.
Handling issues, with an emotional mindset, to think rationally when papa was perceived to be breathing his last, was perhaps the most difficult of the task.
I don’t blame my father to have done what he did. In fact, at least this time If not proud, I was glad he did that, considering that injuries were minor.
Someone had to stand to remind people of the deterioration of basic social values and norms. Not that I support shooting erring humans, or supporting everything that my father does to be righteous. He suffered and still is for having crossed that line.
But he will surely be leaving us a better society.
The blaring cacophony has stopped and it is our duty to keep it that way.
There are numerous instances where society has gone wrong, where keeping a blind eye is considered civilized.
We have been made to believe that going to prison is the worst thing that could happen to a civilized people. So, do nothing to the nuances of the ones who break law or make law.
Papa changed all that for me
He has lived in a solitary confinement all his life, where he has minimal interaction with the society. Worked all his life, to attain this peace, a 20 ft wall around his 3 acre campus, self generated power and water, food from his farms, milk from his numerous cows.
He couldn’t let someone spoil his life time’s earnings, by using Marconi’s invention to such bizarre misuse.
He did what he should have done.
He is better now, out on bail, with all the injured denying they every saw my father shooting.
He leaves me a job to do.
I know you would never read this, but this is from me to you, to remind me of what you are and in a way who I am.
Happy Father’s Day Papa!
It was an odd time for my mother to call. It was half past two, on a summer afternoon when everyone at the village usually goes on a slumber, considering I was on my way to Delhi and she was aware of it.
“Papa is firing from the roof top and has injured some people”
There were a million questions in my head, but as anything that I might say or do will affect anything and everything. All I asked her to do was to relax and that I am on my way and everything would be alright.
I tried to speak to my father, who though trying to sound confident and in control, had an air of nervousness around.
I knew I had to be in control.
Rest is history, I found the story.
Papa loves his afternoon siesta, last few years, the tractors passing through next to his house used to blare music from loudspeakers. The road partially belongs to him, and he had been warning those tractor owners for some time now. Bringing this issue over many platforms.
That day, he decided to block the road, and new age kids who hardly care for any understanding of elder’s respect, worded some unusual words. Papa, being not used to this kind of treatment. Picked up one of his three guns. Used the most non lethal bullets, and injured five people.
Being injured by a bullet is like being bitten by a snake. Its more psychological than real.
But then I had no way to know, how serious the injuries were! How would the villagers, police and the aggrieved react?
I spoke to the SP, who was quite surprised by my initiative. I tried to explain papa why he needs to take the legal course now, which he had no choice but to agree.
He was brought to police custody and next day sent to the prison.
We tried our best to take the medical route to avoid prison, but he had to spend one night within the red walled premises.
Things changed for all of us that one night.
Papa lost his dignity. Right to private defense is just a law; prison cannot be a barometer for the civilized.
Next day when papa was being taken to the hospital, he had an epileptic seizure, three in a row.
He lost his memory, his left side was semi paralyzed and he had to be rushed to Patna.
What started as a law and order problem was becoming a nightmare, being grind in a six level stone mill.
Police at all levels, lawyers, courts, prison, doctors, hospitals, relatives and above all money.
I did have a little idea of the life around this Wild West, but this was hands on.
Handling issues, with an emotional mindset, to think rationally when papa was perceived to be breathing his last, was perhaps the most difficult of the task.
I don’t blame my father to have done what he did. In fact, at least this time If not proud, I was glad he did that, considering that injuries were minor.
Someone had to stand to remind people of the deterioration of basic social values and norms. Not that I support shooting erring humans, or supporting everything that my father does to be righteous. He suffered and still is for having crossed that line.
But he will surely be leaving us a better society.
The blaring cacophony has stopped and it is our duty to keep it that way.
There are numerous instances where society has gone wrong, where keeping a blind eye is considered civilized.
We have been made to believe that going to prison is the worst thing that could happen to a civilized people. So, do nothing to the nuances of the ones who break law or make law.
Papa changed all that for me
He has lived in a solitary confinement all his life, where he has minimal interaction with the society. Worked all his life, to attain this peace, a 20 ft wall around his 3 acre campus, self generated power and water, food from his farms, milk from his numerous cows.
He couldn’t let someone spoil his life time’s earnings, by using Marconi’s invention to such bizarre misuse.
He did what he should have done.
He is better now, out on bail, with all the injured denying they every saw my father shooting.
He leaves me a job to do.
I know you would never read this, but this is from me to you, to remind me of what you are and in a way who I am.
Happy Father’s Day Papa!
Monday, February 15, 2010
To Bt or Not Bt
Does one protest over a new recipe introduced in a restaurant? Now does one protest if a farmer grows a new variety of a particular fruit or vegetable? Does one protest if we hybrid a tomato and a potato?
Do we object to breaking down of proteins in a lab and then simplifying the same provide life saving drugs?
Is poison not sold over the counter, or cigarettes and alcohol?
But when it comes to bio-technology in agriculture, the whole of human race is worried.
It’s because life revolves around two poles, fear and hope.
For everything we do not understand is fear and everything beyond that is hope.
The case against BT is nothing but fear out of misinformation and lack of knowledge.
There is no reason for the government to be a part of this debate. A consumer that is farmers for purchasing these seeds and household for purchase of crops, have to decide what exactly is good for them.
Companies which are trying to come through the formal and organized route are facing difficulties, from civil as well as government agencies. This helps the insecticide, pesticide and fertilizer nexus. As it is them who would be affected the most out of trans- genic crops.
The Chinese half baked BT seeds are smuggled and sold in India and rest of the world without any hindrance. The consumer and the farmer are both at risk here, simply because the legalized and authentic stuff is banned.
I am a farmer and try to use the minimum of chemical stuff in my produce, if Bt crops were to stand on a counter marked “BT”, perhaps My produce would fetch a better price for not being Bt or partially organic.
The Farmer would benefit from including low capital and low risk. The consumer perhaps can analyze and not rip their wallets buying food for subsistence.
Protesting is like, saying we will not use tractors, and we shall use only bullock carts. Well sure it’s a good thing, but its history, it’s not a possibility anymore.
Why would a corporate spend billions for years into research and come up with a product which a large part of the world is opposing? Does it not have a market? And if there is, that’s all that matters. Well the truth is, it’s not a large part which is opposing, and it’s a very small part of a nexus, driven by some fear painted people, who are hogging the limelight.
Who perhaps never eat Brinjal and are surely not farmers.
Do we object to breaking down of proteins in a lab and then simplifying the same provide life saving drugs?
Is poison not sold over the counter, or cigarettes and alcohol?
But when it comes to bio-technology in agriculture, the whole of human race is worried.
It’s because life revolves around two poles, fear and hope.
For everything we do not understand is fear and everything beyond that is hope.
The case against BT is nothing but fear out of misinformation and lack of knowledge.
There is no reason for the government to be a part of this debate. A consumer that is farmers for purchasing these seeds and household for purchase of crops, have to decide what exactly is good for them.
Companies which are trying to come through the formal and organized route are facing difficulties, from civil as well as government agencies. This helps the insecticide, pesticide and fertilizer nexus. As it is them who would be affected the most out of trans- genic crops.
The Chinese half baked BT seeds are smuggled and sold in India and rest of the world without any hindrance. The consumer and the farmer are both at risk here, simply because the legalized and authentic stuff is banned.
I am a farmer and try to use the minimum of chemical stuff in my produce, if Bt crops were to stand on a counter marked “BT”, perhaps My produce would fetch a better price for not being Bt or partially organic.
The Farmer would benefit from including low capital and low risk. The consumer perhaps can analyze and not rip their wallets buying food for subsistence.
Protesting is like, saying we will not use tractors, and we shall use only bullock carts. Well sure it’s a good thing, but its history, it’s not a possibility anymore.
Why would a corporate spend billions for years into research and come up with a product which a large part of the world is opposing? Does it not have a market? And if there is, that’s all that matters. Well the truth is, it’s not a large part which is opposing, and it’s a very small part of a nexus, driven by some fear painted people, who are hogging the limelight.
Who perhaps never eat Brinjal and are surely not farmers.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Pashuprash
The extreme weather conditions this winter were harsher on the animals than humans.
At village Maniyarpur, my father was a worried man. Someone who would save his pennies was seen spending heavily on his cattle, usually on medicine. Three cows had delivered within a short span, in the middle of sub zero temperature, and as expected had fallen prey to the cold.
Cattle, in this part of the world are treated like god. We worship them in the day, and leave them out as the night falls. As we sleep cuddled in our thick quilts, drink warm water and burn tons of wood to maintain temperature. The cattle gets a worn-torn sack to cover its back, and possibly some burnt leftover of hay to possibly give an impression of a heater.
We had been producing tons of Chyavnprash, a two thousand year old ayurvedic recipe full of Indian herbs, of course for humans, as this is an expensive formulations and not everyone can afford this.
Perceived to be extremely useful human body during winters, to fight cold and improve metabolism, vigor and vitality.
Much out of seeing the plight of the animals and some for commercial sense, there is this unique formulation that has been tried.
The recipe is as follows.
Amla (Indian gooseberry) : 80 kg
Ghee - clarified butter : 6 kg
Gud – Jaggery : 70 kg
Heapto safe forte : 200 gm
(pittapapat,arjun,kakmasi,mandur bhasma,kasmarda,
Bhumi amla,kalmegha,punarnava,guguchi,daruhira,amalki,vidigo.haritki and bhringraj)
Ruchina : 200 gm
(chitrak mool,harrey,sathey,kalimirch,pipal,ajwain,vidrikand,sariva,rakt,
Ponarnava,bhringraj,saindhalavan, kalanamak,yavaksar,saunf, vidang)
Bootisa : 500 gm
Prakshep : 500 gm
Satavar : 5 kg
Ghritkumari (aloe Vera juice) : 2 lts
Til oil (sesame seed oil) : 3 lts
Mangraila : 5 kg
Ajwain : 500 gm
Sodium benzoate : 80 gm
Process: steam cook Amla – deseed – pulp – fry in clarified butter and til oil to retain minimum moisture, fried Pisthi will be 35 kg – make a paste of Satavar – mix Jaggery well in water to form a solution – add Pisthi to Jaggery solution and mix well, cooking at 80 degrees– add Satavar - add all additives and preservatives – cook till paste – pour immediately in final pack or else it will solidify.
Different herbs have different utility, to give it a commercial sense, Satavar, mangraila and Jaggery has been used to enhance lactation.
In fact, it’s quite good enough for human consumption.
At village Maniyarpur, my father was a worried man. Someone who would save his pennies was seen spending heavily on his cattle, usually on medicine. Three cows had delivered within a short span, in the middle of sub zero temperature, and as expected had fallen prey to the cold.
Cattle, in this part of the world are treated like god. We worship them in the day, and leave them out as the night falls. As we sleep cuddled in our thick quilts, drink warm water and burn tons of wood to maintain temperature. The cattle gets a worn-torn sack to cover its back, and possibly some burnt leftover of hay to possibly give an impression of a heater.
We had been producing tons of Chyavnprash, a two thousand year old ayurvedic recipe full of Indian herbs, of course for humans, as this is an expensive formulations and not everyone can afford this.
Perceived to be extremely useful human body during winters, to fight cold and improve metabolism, vigor and vitality.
Much out of seeing the plight of the animals and some for commercial sense, there is this unique formulation that has been tried.
The recipe is as follows.
Amla (Indian gooseberry) : 80 kg
Ghee - clarified butter : 6 kg
Gud – Jaggery : 70 kg
Heapto safe forte : 200 gm
(pittapapat,arjun,kakmasi,mandur bhasma,kasmarda,
Bhumi amla,kalmegha,punarnava,guguchi,daruhira,amalki,vidigo.haritki and bhringraj)
Ruchina : 200 gm
(chitrak mool,harrey,sathey,kalimirch,pipal,ajwain,vidrikand,sariva,rakt,
Ponarnava,bhringraj,saindhalavan, kalanamak,yavaksar,saunf, vidang)
Bootisa : 500 gm
Prakshep : 500 gm
Satavar : 5 kg
Ghritkumari (aloe Vera juice) : 2 lts
Til oil (sesame seed oil) : 3 lts
Mangraila : 5 kg
Ajwain : 500 gm
Sodium benzoate : 80 gm
Process: steam cook Amla – deseed – pulp – fry in clarified butter and til oil to retain minimum moisture, fried Pisthi will be 35 kg – make a paste of Satavar – mix Jaggery well in water to form a solution – add Pisthi to Jaggery solution and mix well, cooking at 80 degrees– add Satavar - add all additives and preservatives – cook till paste – pour immediately in final pack or else it will solidify.
Different herbs have different utility, to give it a commercial sense, Satavar, mangraila and Jaggery has been used to enhance lactation.
In fact, it’s quite good enough for human consumption.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Chyavanpraash
According to Ayurveda, Chyawanprash comes under the category of 'Rasayana' which aims at maintaining youthfulness, vigor, vitality of the body and keeping away aging process, senility and debility. It maintains the proper functioning of the cells and rejuvenates the cells. As such it also keeps away diseases.
The Rasayanas are mean to impart long, healthy, disease free life, intelligence, power of memory, youth and luster. Among all the Rasayanas, Chyawanprash is most useful and famous. It is the most popular rejuvenating Ayurvedic tonic in India having a consistency of Jam and consisting of about 35 natural herbs including Amla (Embellica Officinalis) the richest natural source of vitamin C. It works on the immune system of the body protecting body against everyday infections like cough cold and fever. Thus it is very useful in children, old persons, tubercular patients and debilitated persons."
I clipped the above quote from an Indian web site. Obsessing a little here. Those of you who have listened to the Kitchen Doctor tapes have heard this story:
Long, long ago, there was a sage in India named Chyawan who lived in a forest. His hair was matted and he was covered with tree growth after years of meditating in the same place. A young princess was blindfolded and dancing in the forest when her hands touched the hair of the sage. Her father, the king, explained to the sage that it was the custom in his country that a woman could only touch one man in her lifetime. He thus requested the sage to marry to daughter. Chyawan asked if he could have two months to prepare for the wedding for he wished to be young again so as to afford his wife conjugal bliss. Thereupon, he developed the recipe for longevity that has remained India's most popular remedy, some say for 2000 years, others since the times of the Vedas.
Today, there are many recipes for Chyawanprash, ranging in ingredients from a mere 20 or so herbs and spices to 70 or 80 ingredients. However, the main ingredient, regardless of the exact formula is always amla or amalaki, a tropical gooseberry that is the world's richest source of vitamin C. It is, moreover, a source that remains stable in storage for years. The rest of the ingredients vary from regenerative herbs for the reproductive system such as ashwagandha and shatavari to spices that aid assimilation and digestion.
In Ayurveda, it is believed that most disease stems from problems in the digestive system. The Iroquois and many others share this belief. Ayurveda breaks digestion into three stages: the stomach, the small intestine, and the large intestines. Food that is assimilated in the stomach is used very quickly for the building of fluids, blood and lymph. What is assimilated in the small intestine affects mainly muscles and fat; and what is assimilated in the colon is used to regenerate the skin, bones, hair, nerve sheaths, reproductive fluids, and brain. Fragility of the bones and senility are thus colon problems and they are "vata" conditions, derangements of the air and ether. All proper maintenance requires good digestion and assimilation; otherwise, worn out tissues will not be regenerated, i.e. replaced by healthy new tissues.
A "rasayana" is a formula for just such tissue rejuvenation, and Chyawanprash is the most famous, and in my opinion, the most effective of these highly esoteric remedies. Moreover, it has been so thoroughly studied that it is legal to market Chyawanprash as an antioxidant, the best that has ever been researched in modern laboratories.
Sounding too good to be true? Little by little, all systems of the body work better, but most especially those that relate to the lower chakras.
In India, those with the means to afford Chyawanprash take it every day, usually at least from age 40 onwards. They generally use about 1-3 teaspoons a day.
As one might expect, in India, many people take Chyawanprash in warm milk, but I suggest that most people just eat some straight from the bottle. The taste is interesting, a bit sweet-sour in flavor. Most people are surprised that Chyawanprash tastes as good as it does. My dogs fight over the almost empty containers and all the dogs I've had for the last 20 years prefer Chyawanprash to bones.
Copyright by Ingrid Naiman 2002
The Rasayanas are mean to impart long, healthy, disease free life, intelligence, power of memory, youth and luster. Among all the Rasayanas, Chyawanprash is most useful and famous. It is the most popular rejuvenating Ayurvedic tonic in India having a consistency of Jam and consisting of about 35 natural herbs including Amla (Embellica Officinalis) the richest natural source of vitamin C. It works on the immune system of the body protecting body against everyday infections like cough cold and fever. Thus it is very useful in children, old persons, tubercular patients and debilitated persons."
I clipped the above quote from an Indian web site. Obsessing a little here. Those of you who have listened to the Kitchen Doctor tapes have heard this story:
Long, long ago, there was a sage in India named Chyawan who lived in a forest. His hair was matted and he was covered with tree growth after years of meditating in the same place. A young princess was blindfolded and dancing in the forest when her hands touched the hair of the sage. Her father, the king, explained to the sage that it was the custom in his country that a woman could only touch one man in her lifetime. He thus requested the sage to marry to daughter. Chyawan asked if he could have two months to prepare for the wedding for he wished to be young again so as to afford his wife conjugal bliss. Thereupon, he developed the recipe for longevity that has remained India's most popular remedy, some say for 2000 years, others since the times of the Vedas.
Today, there are many recipes for Chyawanprash, ranging in ingredients from a mere 20 or so herbs and spices to 70 or 80 ingredients. However, the main ingredient, regardless of the exact formula is always amla or amalaki, a tropical gooseberry that is the world's richest source of vitamin C. It is, moreover, a source that remains stable in storage for years. The rest of the ingredients vary from regenerative herbs for the reproductive system such as ashwagandha and shatavari to spices that aid assimilation and digestion.
In Ayurveda, it is believed that most disease stems from problems in the digestive system. The Iroquois and many others share this belief. Ayurveda breaks digestion into three stages: the stomach, the small intestine, and the large intestines. Food that is assimilated in the stomach is used very quickly for the building of fluids, blood and lymph. What is assimilated in the small intestine affects mainly muscles and fat; and what is assimilated in the colon is used to regenerate the skin, bones, hair, nerve sheaths, reproductive fluids, and brain. Fragility of the bones and senility are thus colon problems and they are "vata" conditions, derangements of the air and ether. All proper maintenance requires good digestion and assimilation; otherwise, worn out tissues will not be regenerated, i.e. replaced by healthy new tissues.
A "rasayana" is a formula for just such tissue rejuvenation, and Chyawanprash is the most famous, and in my opinion, the most effective of these highly esoteric remedies. Moreover, it has been so thoroughly studied that it is legal to market Chyawanprash as an antioxidant, the best that has ever been researched in modern laboratories.
Sounding too good to be true? Little by little, all systems of the body work better, but most especially those that relate to the lower chakras.
In India, those with the means to afford Chyawanprash take it every day, usually at least from age 40 onwards. They generally use about 1-3 teaspoons a day.
As one might expect, in India, many people take Chyawanprash in warm milk, but I suggest that most people just eat some straight from the bottle. The taste is interesting, a bit sweet-sour in flavor. Most people are surprised that Chyawanprash tastes as good as it does. My dogs fight over the almost empty containers and all the dogs I've had for the last 20 years prefer Chyawanprash to bones.
Copyright by Ingrid Naiman 2002
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Mystique Smile
You were the same as I have seen you last,
Last night and all the last nights,
In a motion so involuntary,
My hand moved to touch your smile,
Like ripples in still water,
A new dimension opened to my effort,
Though the tips felt a cold of the screen,
The soul got stirred,
I was at the Louvre it seemed,
All by myself among those columns and arches,
And the lady with the mystique smile,
Dwarfed me with her magnificence,
An era rewound,
In a flash of a moment
A dozen years and a zillion memories passed thru my eyes,
Within the closed lids,
Filled an ocean of droplets,
Making a slight pass dropped the most beautiful pearl.
The smile on my face was better than yours.
Yes I did see you smile, in a similar curve.
Reality could never be this romantic.
No, I do not wish anything more than this.
A sight as close as this,
After a prolonged forbidden aura,
Virtual bliss,
Thanks for being around,
Now, how do I close the screen?
Last night and all the last nights,
In a motion so involuntary,
My hand moved to touch your smile,
Like ripples in still water,
A new dimension opened to my effort,
Though the tips felt a cold of the screen,
The soul got stirred,
I was at the Louvre it seemed,
All by myself among those columns and arches,
And the lady with the mystique smile,
Dwarfed me with her magnificence,
An era rewound,
In a flash of a moment
A dozen years and a zillion memories passed thru my eyes,
Within the closed lids,
Filled an ocean of droplets,
Making a slight pass dropped the most beautiful pearl.
The smile on my face was better than yours.
Yes I did see you smile, in a similar curve.
Reality could never be this romantic.
No, I do not wish anything more than this.
A sight as close as this,
After a prolonged forbidden aura,
Virtual bliss,
Thanks for being around,
Now, how do I close the screen?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Prerna- a real inspiration
It used to be small class of 25 odd students in our sales and marketing class.
Prerna had handled it well, quiet by the book.
The case studies, the project works and role rehearsals.
As outspoken I was outside the class, the more I found myself dumbfound, in front of her.
We had known that she had done some real sales work at Blue-dart and thus had a command in performance sales, something that was only theory for us.
Later, as we moved on and faced numerous sales calls, we remembered all that she had preached.
All of us, of that batch have moved on in life.
and Prerna still has some inspiring stories for us.
It is only after a gap of 14 years, that some of us got together to know of what had gone through Prerna’s life in these years.
Having been diagnosed with breast cancer, some 11 years ago, she has been fighting the disease even though it spread to almost all parts of her anatomy. Hip, spine, thigh and even eye and brain.
For a woman to having survived 11 years of grueling pain is an accomplishment. She even had a baby in the course.
Managed the household and was never a burden on anyone, Vivek enlightens us.
Her husband Vivek finds inspiration in his wife and so it was him who’d nomenclature her.
Prerna, just published a book, by her name, being launched by Dia Mirza, with the help of Cancer society.
Some people surely live worth their name.
I wish her the best in life and beyond.
It is nice having known you Prerna.
Prerna had handled it well, quiet by the book.
The case studies, the project works and role rehearsals.
As outspoken I was outside the class, the more I found myself dumbfound, in front of her.
We had known that she had done some real sales work at Blue-dart and thus had a command in performance sales, something that was only theory for us.
Later, as we moved on and faced numerous sales calls, we remembered all that she had preached.
All of us, of that batch have moved on in life.
and Prerna still has some inspiring stories for us.
It is only after a gap of 14 years, that some of us got together to know of what had gone through Prerna’s life in these years.
Having been diagnosed with breast cancer, some 11 years ago, she has been fighting the disease even though it spread to almost all parts of her anatomy. Hip, spine, thigh and even eye and brain.
For a woman to having survived 11 years of grueling pain is an accomplishment. She even had a baby in the course.
Managed the household and was never a burden on anyone, Vivek enlightens us.
Her husband Vivek finds inspiration in his wife and so it was him who’d nomenclature her.
Prerna, just published a book, by her name, being launched by Dia Mirza, with the help of Cancer society.
Some people surely live worth their name.
I wish her the best in life and beyond.
It is nice having known you Prerna.
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