Return Gift

My daughter first birthday was on 13th April . We thought of going for a return gift . I hardly remember my birthday being celebrated, may be once or twice and that to with a return gift ...never .

Return gifts are a good way to show care and concern to those who have attended our event. It is also a generous gesture to show casing our love and acts as a memory for them that they visited the event. We finally decided to give a handmade camel toy from a old age home.

Past...Present...Future

So what is the most import aspect of life . Definitely its the "Present " .

Past and future , both are derived from the Present .

Past is good to look at and future is supposed to be good only if things are executed well at present . I have never ben a fan of too much planning . Not sure whether it gets executed or not or god has some other plan . So its always better to live the present with full zeal and energy . There are times when future seems blur or dark , but does that matter atall ....

Its still future , lets focus on present . The most pity state is that of all these , non is in our hand . Its good to be a puppet of GOD … knowingly  .

All the world’s a stage

William Shakespeare once said "All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances "

This is well planned and managed by the divine .

I therefore always feel that the most important aspect is the present. Neither future nor past should govern us , it should be solely governed by the present .

Asthi Visarjan

After my daughter has born, too long to decide , but finally I have decided to submerge the relics of my mother in ganga which i have been carrying from past 10 years . I never had that guts to emotionally release the relics as I was never prepared . Baru has given me that strength to do so .

I have finally concluded that Maa is much more than what I have hold physically of her .

The certainty of death and the uncertainty of the hour of death is a source of grief throughout our life.     

Its Another END

I came back early from office on 23rd Oct 2018  as one of my close neighbour passed away . It was a sad demise  and I was back to square one on my all-time curious phenomenon "Death "

With energy almost drained out,  was sitting with papa in his room and suddenly papa said a word which hit me : There is no definition of life yet
And he was very true . He has written in his daily dairy as well but i was blank ...how do you define life , what makes a life and why death is always sudden

किसका मज़ार था

शम्म-ए-मज़ार थी ना कोई सोगवार था,
तुम जिस पे रो रहे थे वो किसका मज़ार था ।

तड़पूँगा उम्र भर दिल-ए-मर्हुम के लिये,
कम्बख़्त नामुराद लड़कपन का यार था ।

जादू है या तिलिस्म तुम्हारी ज़ुबान में,
तुम झूठ कह रहे थे मुझे ऐतबार था ।

क्या क्या हमारे सज़दे की रूसवाईयाँ हुई,
नक़्श-ए-क़दम किसी का सरे रह-गुज़ार था ।

The VOID

There is always a time in a day when I miss maa to a extend that its too hard to believe that she is no more physically . I feel like talking to her , sharing few simple thoughts , laugh on non laughable statements , become a bit emotional .
Life is never the same again once you lose your maa , its a void which is of the same intensity after 10 years as it was on THE DAY .
Miss you Maa , Love you maa . You Left me too early with absolutely no backup .