Love and togetherness

To live and let the other live,
To dream and let the other live his dream,
To fly and let the other journey across the ocean,
To dance and let the other enjoy the beat,
To cry and not let the other feel the pain,
To smile and let the other glisten like sunshine,
That's my idea of love and that's my idea of togetherness.....

To live an unshackled life, just like a bird, just like a wave, just like wind and just like sunshine..... 

The religious conundrum

I came across a snippet today which detailed out about a Fb page on "Boycott Marks & Spencer" because M&S has a policy wherein its employee can deny the customer the service needed solely on the ground that the service is against his religious beliefs. There is a backlash because people have found it to be against common sense and against the rule that "customer is the king" theory. http://www.ndtv.com/article/world/why-there-s-a-boycott-marks-and-spencer-facebook-page-462175

The whole thing got me thinking about is there a black and white in such a situation, is it actually possible to take a stance on it. If tomorrow I happen to work in a Cigarette or a Liquor company , the two products which are forbidden in my religion will my profession be considered "bad", is "the butcher" or for that matter "the hangman" bad people, because logically all they are doing is their work for which they get money to sustain themselves.

If tomorrow I decide to open a restaurant and decide to serve non-veg in it and realize it makes business sense for me to serve Halal meat than Jhatka will my act be against my religion?
 
Often do each one of us encounter situations, things which do not have white and black and that's the big conundrum of life.

Daddy don't judge me, please daddy don't judge me

Daddy don't judge me, please daddy don't judge me
I am your honour, I am your pride,
why on earth do you think I will take you for a ride,
You call me your diamond, you call me your crown,
then why on earth on me do you frown,
Daddy don't judge me, please daddy don't judge me
I am sometimes weak when the future looks bleak
Holding my hand with me you stand even when I am so meek
You are my sunshine, you make me feel like a light
Then why do we have this moral fight.....

Bliss

Pardaa kis toN raakhee da ,

kiyooN ohley beh beh jhaakeeda

PehlooN aapey saajan saajeedaa

hun dasnaa eyN sabaq namaajee da

hun aayaa aap nazaarey noon

wich leylaa ban ban jhaakeeda

Pardaa kis toN raakhee da

kiyooN ohley beh beh jhaakeeda

shah shamas dee khal lahaayo

mansoor nooN chaa soolee dawaayo

zakreerey sir kalwatar dharaayo

keeh leykhaa reh geyaa baaqee da

Pardaa kis toN raakhee da

kiyooN ohley beh beh jhaakeeda

Kun kehyaa fayakoon kahaayaa

Be-choonee da choon banayaa

Khaater teyraa jagat sajaayaa

Sir par chhatar lolaakee da

Pardaa kis toN raakhee da

kiyooN ohley beh beh jhaakeeda

Psychology

Human psyche has always been of great interest to me. There have been times when I have tried to see my behaviour in light of my psyche, be it my interpretation of my dreams or the kind of person I am. There are times when I feel like changing myself because I see no logic or reason behind my act and it is more because of the prejudice or liking which has been ingrained in me since childhood.

When ever I read some novel of an author I like to go back and read about his/her life history , it tells so much about how and why the person wrote what is wrote and I think invariably the dots got connected.

How would human mind be if nothing were ingrained or tutored into it. A child is so unaware of the prejudices and never differentiates between people. He/she comes on earth in purest of forms which lends so much power to it and which gets corrupted over years and then we have people who massacre thousands of people just on the basis of a different ideology, a different religion.
While I was reading something on psychology I stumbled upon Maslow's pyramid and no it wasn't the first time I was reading it. Have done it so many times but this one time it was different. .....cont..

Are you invited...

So the wedding season is here and I realized one thing and that is that I dislike going to weddings where my only purpose is to pick up the plate and have food. I have always believed weddings to be a very intimate affair and do not understand why on this earth so many people should be invited to it. The main ceremony of life is reduced to  photo clicking session  with relatives gossiping about how the lehenga of the bride looks and the money spent on jewellery and the bride and the groom just waits it to get over and done with it.
Weddings are not supposed to be a networking function, neither are they occasions to show the invitee that he/she belongs to the inner circle. I look at all of this and just hope that I don't have to do all this fancy dress competition and rather than enjoying my day I end up getting clicked with any Tom Dick and Harry who on earth I didn't even know existed on earth till date with no offence to them and for the guests the occasion doesn't end up being "mark my attendance" kind of thing.

Color me

Color me everyday with new hues and let it fade with the rising sun,
For I want to be clean slate everyday, and then it will be all fun,  
Let me awaken as a child everyday -unperturbed and innocent ,
Conjuring a new world of fairies and elfs , always effervescent,

Musical kid me na

I was never a musical kid, infact my folks tried really hard to  make me learn anything worthwhile. I was more of the jumping jack. So as an entertainment and as a showcase to the guests who would come home, I was asked to show them how well I climb up the rods of a swing , my sister called me "bandariya" for that but I always thought myself a gymnast. Coming back to music, so it was back in 1995 or so my parents as a religious thing thought of making me and my sister learn harmonium and tabla. As I was the hoarse one and devoid of any patience and again the clumsy one I was told " Tabla it is for you". Well my sister progressed on harmonium well ,I was still stuck with  those two black and white concentric circles, hitting them again and again till my finger hurt. Infact I spent more time with the hammer hitting on the outskirts of tabla praying that the skin of the table would tear one day and I would be done and over with it forever. But as it is with fate, everything takes time to happen. In the meantime the babaji who used to come to teach us realised it was useless effort on me as everyday I had some new excuse ranging from stomach upset to my finger bone getting tilted.So, finally table just became one of the instruments to keep me occupied so that I would learn to sit in patience for good 1 hr. The tabla post our stint in Ludhiana became a forgotten item, as it never bothered me again I too never bothered it and hence never prayed for it to tear down. One fine day as we were packing our stuff again my mom came across the table pair and the moment she opened the skin was gone, it was like an empty vessel and as I peeped into it looking at its condition I realised how many memories I had with it and how much I had wanted it to break then but now I miss it (this was just to sound little emotional).
Today after so many years I again held an instrument and this time I wanted to learn it for so long. It felt like I was transported back to 1995 when I was an excited kid always eager to try out new things.

Heart of a prostitute

Sometimes life makes you a prostitute, in that case you better be damm good one and choose the clients who are worthy enough to screw you.

Na sadoh ni mainu kanjari main vi kadeh sigih Taranjani,
Main vi charka katdih si teh main vi buhe khaloundih si,
Main vi jhanjaraan paundih si teh main wangaanh chankaundih si.....
Naa aakoh ni mainu kanjari, main vi kadeh akhoon kadeh hanju wagaondih si...

Ayn Rand Anthem

“I stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I wished to know the meaning of all things. I am the meaning. I wished to find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. Neither am I the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a sacrifice on their alters.” 

Ayn Rand you never fail to inspire.

Kaash

Kaash main tera aaina banh jaavan, teri rooh dah parchaavan ban jaavan,
Kaash main tera marham banh jaavan, teri ankhi miklaeh hanju par dard main seh jaavan,
Kaash main tera chaanan banh jaavan, teri amavas di raat wich tera deeva banh jaavan,
Kaash kaash kaash
Kaash main teri muskurahat banh jaavan, tereh muhoon niklih faryaad banh jaavan, tere jeevan di saveer banh jaavan, tera guroor banh jaava, Kaash main tere dil dih hoor banh jaavan, teri akh dh noor banh jaavan...

Strange are the ways of love, one submits oneself willingly to an extent that he/she is ready to become the lower one. Reminds me of song  " Jeh tu rab nu manunah pehle yaar nu manah" one of the inspirations behind what I wrote.