Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A GIGANTIC NOD FOR TAMRAC CAMERA BAGS ESPECIALLY LOWEPRO

I always had a trouble looking for a camera bag that could meet all my requirements. It has been an ongoing problem for so long now…

But during my stay at Pittsburgh, I was enthused to purchase a Tamrac Velocity 8X Camera Bag (Model Number 5748) and I must confess that I’m utterly pleased with my purchase. You can view the Tamrac webpage in order to browse the features of this bag but I just can’t help myself from recommending this bag to anyone who is in search of a comfortable bag that can carry wide angle lens, a flash and a camera as huge as my Canon EOS 5D series II (telephoto lens attached). There’s a pouch right at the front which can cater small commodities like spare batteries, memory cards etc. In fact I fit in my wallet and glasses there too.

Zeher

ज़हर है

पीने के पानी मे

रोटी की बुरकी मे

दूध की धार मे ||

ज़हर है

लोगों के दिलों मे

इंसानों के ज़ेहन मे

सब जन की आत्मा मे ||

ज़हर है

धरती के कण कण मे

हवा के शोर मे

आग के लपटों मे ||

ज़हर है

रिश्तों मे

प्यार मे

दोस्ती मे ||

ज़हर है

ज़िन्दगी के हर पेहलु मे

ज़िन्दगी के हर कदम पर

ज़िन्दगी की हर घड़ी मे ||

ज़हर ही हमारी नयी पहचान है |

ज़हर ही हमारा नया वजूद है |

ज़हर ही हमारी नयी वजह है |


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Zeher hai

Peene ke paani mai

Roti ki burki mai

Doodh ki dhaar mai

Zeher hai

Logon ke dilon mai

Insaanon ke zehan mai

Sab jan ki aatma mai

Zeher hai

Dharti ke kann kann mai

Hawa ke shor mai

Aag ke lapton mai

Zeher hai

Rishton mai

Pyaar mai

Dosti mai

Zeher hai

Zindagi ke har pehlu mai

Zindagi ke har kadam par

Zindagi ki har ghari mai

Zeher hi hamari nayi pehchaan hai

Zehar hi hamara naya wajood hai

Zehar hi hamari nayi wajah hai

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Green, lively, fruity world.

(This picture has not been photoshoped or anything. These are its natural colors.)
On my resume, gardening is not listed as a hobby. If any one asks me a question in any job or business related interview about my hobbies, I would never mention gardening.
I don't know the exact reason, but perhaps this is because I see it as much more than gardening for me. I would like to call farming, as a way of life that we should all adopt and live for.
People tell me, we don't have the time or resources to plant vegetables or trees or shrubs. We all have written long essays in out kid days, on what the hell is happening to our planet with environment concerns and pollution. A new term that has come out as a cool one is called global warming. In our increasingly goal oriented, ambitious, career oriented lives, nature comes down the list.

Hence, I don't wish to rant on about nature problems or list advices to people. It is your planet, give a damn or not, I don't care. But for my planet, I have always wanted to do something and obviously, I too like several million citizens of Earth, feel helpless, lack resources of time or land or money or all and am unable to do anything.

So while I did my own bit here and there at home, I waited for the right time to come and it came few weeks ago. Strolling across, my father's work place, I found the perfect idea to start my mission of planting trees. Yes, trees are my favorite of the plant family. They are tall, majestic and have the personality, to which I can relate. At the work place, I found a small tract land, filled with weeds, stones, sands, bricks, iron scrap, machinery parts etc etc. A small portion of this tract was water logged, hence there was a wide collection of insects, rodents, worms etc. I was just walking about the place and I decided that this was it. I don't have any land to plant trees, so I can always carve out a place for my self. That would involve a lot of labor work, but I decided to do it all by myself. Time was problem two, and I made a decision to visit the place for 15-40 minutes a day, depending on my schedule. This will be a slow process, but nevertheless, it will be a start. Slow, it may be. Problem no. 3 was the last and here I felt that God blessed me with full heart.

I wanted mango trees, at that place, and I longed for them, but the nursery that I visit, has a policy not to stock any fruit tree. No worries, if not mango, something else would cross my mind. Plus, I was already preparing saplings of Jamun trees from seeds by myself. And cleaning the place and preparing the dirty sandy soil, which is full of polythene bags and machinery waste, would take me a long time. God intervened, perhaps as I found to my utter shock, mango saplings in between the weeds and tall grass that I was uprooting. I inquired, and checked and it was known that in summers, labors at that place, would consume mangoes and throw seeds in the waste heaps. A total of six such very small mango plants were identified. ( They are still to be re-arranged and re- located). Than God intervened yet again, as when I went to the nursery to buy some flower trees, as a friend had died and I wanted to plant a tree in his memory. I was in a deep shock once again, to find that the nursery people had accumulated a huge variety of fruit trees, from mangoes to oranges, jamuns, guavas, amla, lime, mausami, chikoo, kinnows etc. Never before had they stocked these trees, and now they say, they might keep bringing in the fruit trees.

A journey has started for me. So what, if no human is ready to support my endeavor. Perhaps, God in his own way, has given me a push. I still lack an important resource, that is money. But then, rest of the hurdles are being taken care of, so something would happen to this also. Till then, I have apart from the six mango trees that I started with, two trees of Jamun, one tree of santra, one hibiscus, one amaltas, one amrood, one mango dusheri,one lemon and a bougainvillea, firmly planted in the soil. This apart from small plants like sadabahar, three rose bushes, a vine plant that grows like the money plant and another pair of ornamental plants, whose name I forgot. Vegetables like chilly and coriander did not grow. Even the seasonal pansy flower seeds, failed to germinate. But I am sure that the way mint, spinach and cauliflower is growing, they will show good success.

In the meantime, my cleanliness drive in the coming days, would enable me to plant two mussamis, two lal amrood trees, one mango chausa and a tree of sitaphal (Custard Apple). This, if soil is prepared before frost begins in November. Lets see, what happens.

And whatever happens, I feel, a small tiny foundation for my own green planet has been placed. A planet full of life
A planet full of fruits
A planet full of flowers

Thursday, October 14, 2010

To Samardeep Singh Banga with Love Hate

I don't want to care where and how and why he went away

I just want to be Selfish Today,

I just want my friend back



He loved Mathematics

I hated Mathematics

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He loved gyming

I kept my distance from those weights

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



His room was the epitome of mess and disorder

I liked my room sparkling clean

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He never remembered where he placed anyone's books

I preferred a prim and proper library

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He liked to zoom and zap his bike and car

I wanted a peaceful pace

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He loved gadgets and computers

I use them all, only for my need

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He believed in his friends; their dreams ; their aspirations

I, at times lose faith even in myself

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He enjoyed the game of cricket

To me, it was just another sport

Who cares

I just want to be selfish today

I want my friend back



He had fun brandishing abusive words at his closest friends

I loathed his habit at his face

Who cares

I just want be selfish today

I want my friend back



He was always cynical about God

My God, whom I devotedly worship and pray; took away Sam

Took away Sam

Took away my buddy

For ever … For ever … For ever


And Sam had the last laugh


But I still don't care

I still want to be selfish today

I still want my friend back.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A fatherly story

You plant a jamun seed in your tiny little soil bed.

One fine day, you see a 2 feet sapling in it's place.

It is jostling for space and has another one of its species for company.

You ponder over the issue and decide to re - plant them both to your factory.

Too much water and too sandy and polluted soil, makes them sad and bare of leaves.

You become sad on seeing a stick of a to be tree in the ground. Its leaves are dried and gone. Probably the plant is now dead.

One fine evening, you are roaming in your factory, trying to do (as usual) 4-5 tasks at once.

In the middle of a discussion with someone, you stop. You are suddenly devoid of speech. One of the dead sticks is now showing spots of green.

You keep talking as you go near and check the other plant too. Your heart thumping with anticipation.

Yes their are green spots on this one too. Probably a sign of new leaves sprouting out.

So, the Jamun saplings won't die after all. You feel excited, happy and grateful to God, to allow the plants a life.

You want to shout and yell, but the clock is ticking and their is just no time. Another meeting awaiting within 10 minutes.

So you don't go very close to the plants and observe them for about ten seconds from a distance.

While coming back home, 3 hours later, you don't mind the jostling traffic and the exhaustive pollution. You are too happy. You are reminded of the plants again, and make a note to take a closer look and spend more time with the saplings.

You lie back in bed at 1 a.m. in the morning and think of the Jamuns again. They shall survive. And so will 4 mango ones. Being the same size approx. they all could grow up together as friends. None of them would ever be lonely. You decide to make compost for them with your own hands.
No outside manure or fertilizers would do for them.

You are so proud of your saplings that you write a blog post on them. While staring at their photos on your mobile.

Is this what means to be a father? Does this mean to care?

Saturday, October 2, 2010

of roses and grass

घास यह जो जंगली है

गुलाब के एक पौधे साथ, घास एक जंगली उग आई है

कोई एहेमियत नै है इसकी

कोई पहचान न है इसकी

गुज़र के जो जाते हैं इसके आगे

गुलाब की ही तारीफ कर जाते

घास का कोई अस्तित्व नै होता

घास का स्वाभिमान नै होता

गुलाब के लिए माली कभी लता है खाद

कभी डालता है दवाई, उसकी रक्षा के लिए

घास को पानी तक नै पूछता

घास की होने की कोई वजेह नै है

गुलाब सुन्दर सा फूल देता है

घास भद्दा सा दीखता है

गुलाब खुशियाँ फैलता है

घास आँखों की खटकता है

बाघ का मालिक क्यूँ ऐसा करता है

क्यूँ पैदा होने देता है उस घास को

जिसको अपने पैदा होने पे ही शर्म आती हो

जिसको कोई प्यार न करता हो

जो जानता है, की उससे कोई नै चाहता

फिर भी दर्द की सिसकियाँ लेता है

इस डर मई हमेशा जीता है

उसका जंगलीपन उससे हमेशा के लिए अकेला न करदे

ऐसा न हो, एक दिन जानवर भी उससे मुंह मोड़ ले

व्हो भी उससे खाने से मन न कर दें

पौधा गुलाब का हो

या घास का

दिल दोनों का धड़कता है


महसूस तो सभी को होता है



Ghaas yeh jo Junglee hai

Gulab ke ek paudhe saath, ghaas ek junglee ug aai hai

Koi ehemiyat nai hai iski

Koi pehchaan na hai iski

Guzar ke jo jaate hain iske aage

Gulaab ki hi tareef kar jaate

Ghaas ka koi astitva nai hota

Ghaas ka swabhimaan nai hota

Gulaab ke liye maali kabhi lata hai khaad

Kabhi daalta hai dawai, uski raksha ke liye

Ghaas ko paani tak nai puchta

Ghaas ki hone ki koi vajeh nai hai

Gulaab sundar sa phool deta hai

Ghaas bhadda sa dikhta hai

Gulaab khushiyaan failata hai

Ghaas aankhon ki khatakta hai

Bagh ka maalik kyun aisa karta hai

Kyun paida hone deta hai us Ghaas ko

Jisko apne paida hone pe hi sharam aati ho

Jisko koi pyaar na karta ho

Jo jaanta hai, ki usse koi nai chahta

Fir bhi dard ki siskiyaan leta hai

Is Darr mai hamesha jeeta hai

Uska jungleepan usse hamesha ke liye akela na karde

Aisa na ho, ek din jaanwar bhi usse munh mod le

Who bhi usse khaane se mana na kar den

Paudha gulaab ka ho

Yaa ghaas ka

Dil dono ka dhadakta hai

Mehsoos to sabhi ko hota hai