क्या मंदिर है, क्या मस्जिद है.

मन ही गीता , मन ही बाइबल, मन मेरा कुरान,
गुरु ग्रन्थ साहिब मन है मेरा, मन ही वेद पुराण।
मन ही गिरिजा, मन गुरुद्वारा, मन में राम विराजे हैं,
मंदिर मस्ज़िद गुरूद्वारे सब, उसके ही दरवाज़े हैं।

आरती गाओ, नमाज़ पढो तुम, सुन लो तुम अज़ान
हिंदू हो तुम, या हो मुस्लिम, मिल जायेंगे भगवान।
मन की पूजा ही असली पूजा, मन में राम विराजे हैं,
मंदिर मस्ज़िद गुरूद्वारे सब, उसके ही दरवाज़े हैं।

अल्लाह है वो, जीजस वो, वो ही किसन कन्हैया है,
ढाई हाथ ज़मीं क्या उसको, जो इस जग के ही रचैया हैं।
मन से मन का मेल करो तुम, मन में राम विराजे हैं,
मंदिर मस्ज़िद गुरूद्वारे सब, उसके ही दरवाज़े है।

पशु पवन और हर बच्चे बेलों में, कबसे बसते हैं भगवान,
फिर पत्थर की मूरत में जाने क्या, खोज रहा इंसान।
मन में मुरख बसा तू इनको, इनमे राम विराजे हैं,
मंदिर मस्ज़िद गुरूद्वारे सब, उसके ही दरवाज़े है।

बरसात की एक रात

जम कर बरसी व्याकुल बरसात
और भिगो गयी तन को भी, मन को भी
अँधेरी अनोखी अजब सी ये रात
भीगती रही और हंसती रही।
तारे दिखे नहीं तो क्या
चाँद नज़र न आया, न सही
और भी बेहतर कुछ मिल गया
ऐसा भी होता है कभी,कभी।
कुछ हम भीगे, कुछ तुम भीगी
कुछ भींग गया आसमान
यूँ ही भीगने, भागने में
बरस गए कई अरमान।
बस यूँ ही ये बदल बरसते रहे
यूँ ही तो होती रहे बरसात
कुछ तुम कहो, कुछ हम कहे
और कभी न बीते ये अनोखी रात।

Who moved my Curd Rice

Ok. I know.

The title of this post is deceptively similar to a Best Seller Self Help Book. Disclaimer: The similarly is purely coincidental and not an attempt to fleece the popularity of that book.

It's not one of my seven habits to write lift offs. Come to think of it, its not even my bathrobe.

So, is this one of those cookery blogs...not really...its not even Chicken soup for the Soul...

To write a Cookery blog, after all would be a recipe for disaster.

So, what is this blog about?

Frankly, it's an ode to mediocrity. It's all about "Forget, Who Moved my Cheese...Who allowed me to get some cheese in the first place.!"..I was so happy with my Curd Rice...it goes well with Mango Pickle...it's difficult to move...both little people and little mice can't move it...and no one can move the big people...which is what the result is, if you have enough of curd rice!

So, who moved my curd rice!!!

Once upon a time...there was a Baba...not Baba Sehgal...although he was there too...this was one of them real things...those who teach Strip Yoga and Tantric Sex to middle aged foreigners. This one was the Before Specimen of Before and After adverts for Waxing Strips. Where there is a Baba...there is a baby (No..I think I got that one wrong...I think that one goes something like where there is a Bill there is a Monica...Aw! forget it...I am mixing these things...someone get my Cigar.)

So this Baba...he decided to write a book - It's actually quite simple to attain babadom...you begin with Tantric Sex...move on to an Ashram of your own (any order is fine...just don't forget the Sex)..get a fan following...write a book...get an exclusive MMS of your own...and voila...you are now a Baba. You should either be a Baba...or you should be Paris Hilton. All other Professions are for losers. Where is the curd rice - you must be thinking. Rightly. You see, there is no Curd Rice. There wasn't meant to be. Curd Rice was a metaphor.

Metaphors are the next big thing. Discovering new Metaphors is something like discovering the diamond in you.

Come to think of it, unless your mom was a rich babe...I doubt very much they will find a diamond inside of you. Not too many people can shit diamonds, it takes real guts to do so...pun purely by accident.

Well, this Baba...like all other Baba's, wanted to write a book. Like typical Baba books, this one was about discovering your inner voice. It talked off, among other things...writing the script for your inner voice...listening to the positive energy flowing through your inner voice. Really, if you spend too much time talking to your inner self, you'll end up in one of those Nursing homes for the rich. The ones where they give you enaemas if you get a headache.

To be continued...

एक सड़क की कहानी

निकले थे इक राह में हम
ये सोच कर सामने मंजिल है
कुछ और चले तो पता चला
के रास्ता ही मंजिल है।

कुछ दूर तक अँधेरा है
कुछ और राह ये बोझिल है
बढे चलो तुम बढे चलो
आगे सड़क ये झिलमिल है।

रुको नहीं, मत ये सोचो
हमे यहाँ क्या हासिल है
चले चलो, तुम चले चलो
यहाँ कदम कदम एक मंजिल है।

अगर मिले कहीं दोराहे,
कोई एक राह पकड़ लेना
इस राह भी कोई मंजिल है
उस राह भी कोई मंजिल है।

अगर लगे एकाकी मन
और समझ न आये क्या करें
कुछ दोस्त तुम बना लेना
दोस्त यहाँ बड़े अच्छे है, दोस्त यहाँ दरियादिल हैं।

Musings of a Bookworm

आज भी जब मिलते हैं पुराने दोस्तों से
बहुतों से नहीं मिलते, न बहुत बार मिलते हैं
कहते हैं सब वही पुरानी बात हमसे
"क्या आज भी तुम रहते हो किताबों में आँखें गोते"
और हम कहतें हैं उनसे, अपने ही अन्दाज ये बयां में
वक्त के बीतने में, गुजरने में लम्हे
वक्त के बिखरने में, बिगढ़ने में लम्हे
हमेशा, हर जगह, एक से कहाँ होते?

मेज़ पर रखी उस पुरानी किताब के पन्ने
कभी खामोश होते हैं, कभी गर्म हवा में फरफराते हैं
कहते हैं हैं कभी दबी दबी जुबां से हमसे
आजकल क्यूँ नहीं अपनी छाती से हमे लगा के सोते
क्यूँ तुम लैपटॉप के पन्ने में अपनी
तक़दीर खोजते हुए, कभी टटोलते हुए
ज़िन्दगी कों माय दोकुमेंट्स के फोल्डर में फाइल करके
हुए जा रहे हो बस होते होते!

छह महीने से बुकशेल्फ मे एन्चंत्रेस ऑफ़ फ्लोरेंस
नयी नवेली दुल्हन सी बेचैन है अपने सुहागरात के लिए
कभी कुछ भी तो नहीं कहती, फिर भी
याद करते हैं उसे हम सोते सोते
कुछ किताबें ऐसी भी हैं जिनको पढ़ा है कुछ बाहर से
जिनके बारे मे न तो अनजान हैं न कुछ जानते हैं
न बेखबर है जिनसे, न पहचानते हैं
जो बस रह गयी बंद, शुरू होते होते !

कुछ किताबें तो ऐसी भी हैं, मन के किसी कोने मे बंद
जो लिखी ही नहीं, बस रह गयीं एक ख्याल बन कर,
इनके भी फसल लगाने के, काटने के लिए
कुछ नन्हे नन्हे से बीज होते, बीज होते, बीज होते!

Bangalore to Kanyakumari Via Madurai and Rameshwaram

It has taken me a while to get back to writing. Actually, it has taken me a while to get back to Life itself after having my share of chasing the mundane.

The folks were in and wanted to take a train or a Bus to Kanyakumari from Bangalore -not exactly my idea of a fun Vacation -so suggested that I tag along as the designated Driver and we do this leisurely on the Swift! Boss was sweet (Writing this line as it is the Annual Review Season) and granted Leave pronto.

As these things go, scheduled a routine service for my Car and the day of service it got buggered by a bike and ended up with a proper maintenance schedule of a Week with 3 days to go for the Trip! Did not want to do this trip on a Alto-Lets go with 4 Adults and 1 hyperactive Kid so exchanged it with Ajay's Swift (TN Registration was an additional boon since it meant that one would not get too noticed while one drove down TN Roads!) and the Car held good (After a 9 Point Service and Nitrogen in the Wheels) for all of 1760Kms although the fuel efficiency could have been better!

The Drive started off well on Sunday the 25th April, we started early (about 8.00am) and hit a relatively free NH7 beyond Hosur - We carried our own Lunch so did not really have a lengthy stopover anywhere except to have lunch by the way side (Had a Large Ice Bag so there was no dearth of Supply of Chilled Butter Milk for most part of the day!)

We hit Madurai around 2PM (435Kms in 6 Hrs with a stopover of about an Hour is not such a bad thing!) and checked into Hotel Tamil Nadu - Madurai I (Old Properly but very clean and very neat and Value for Money for a Twin Bedded A/C Room with Separate Dressing Room at Rs1000/Night! - Was our acco of choice at all stopovers wherever rooms were available. You Can book online at http://www.ttdconline.com/) - We spent the evening at Meenakshi Temple and I alone spent the night at the TTDC Bar with a Rum and Coke!

26th Morning saw us head for Rameshwaram and enroute we changed plans to come back for the night to Madurai and instead decided to stay back at Rameshwaram - at hindsight a good decision - Rashmi booked the Hotel at Rameshwaram - Non TTDC as it was not available since we planned our trip and one of the reasons for the original decision to head back to Madurai instead of staying over at Rameshwaram. Rashmi also managed to get TTDC to postpone our 26th Stay at Madurai to 29th (for our return journey)

Rameshwaram was great especially Pamban Bridge which connects the mainland to the Island. The place is falling apart due to neglect but retains its original Temple Town charm.

Performed Pooja at the Ramanathswamy temple on 27th before heading off to Kanyakumari. Realised that there was a Bandh Call by the Left, so decided to stick to the National Highway rather than take the smaller State Highways and connecting roads. This meant coming all trhe way back to Madurai on NH 49B (Two Lane-but road in excellent condition and rejoining NH7 from there on, possibly an additional 50 Kms, but worth not taking a risk). Still managed to hit Kanyakumari at 3PM (Started from Rameshwaram at 1o:30am and travelled a total of 405Kms.). NOT.BAD.AT.ALL.

TTDC Hotel Tamil Nadu Kanyakumari was more...much...much...more than what I expected. Two Double Rooms for Two nights at Rs.4080 Plus Taxes gave you a Beach front property where Peacocks (in the plural and wild ones!) strolled on the Lawns. The Bar stocked Old Monk at 50 bucks a Large! The Restaurant served Indian, Chinees and Tanthoori Food - Good Food spelling notwithstanding!

The Heat was killing although Vivekananda Rock Memorial and Thiruvaluvar statue were great. The Sunrise was a dampener due to over cast conditions, but still got a good picture!

Also discovered the Suchinram Temple (The only temple of its kind where Bramha,Vishnu and Mahesh are worshipped together as a Trinity and presumably the place where Indra got salvation after doing the deed with Ahilya, hence the name Suchindram!). It's here that we found a place selling Barotta (Sounds like Beretta!) and Boori Masal (I know it sounds like a very hot and very well known place but roughly translates into Poori-Sabji!)

The Drive Back from Kanyakumari was a relaxed one, we took our time to start and reached Madurai only at 5PM. Checked into Hotel Tamil Nadu Madurai Unit II (A Star property, no less although the rate remains reasonable at 1200+Tax for a Double A/C Room. It was here that I also realised that since we managed to continuously stay at 3 Hotel Tamil Nadu's at a Stretch, we had a 15% discount due to us! (Pocketed a cool 1272/- which meant that Petrol for the Journey Back was now Free!). The Bar (Bar-Bar for me on this Trip, as you've noticed by now!) was as good as ever although costlier in terms of 65 Bucks for a large Old Monk!

Basically did nothing but sleep on this trip to Madurai, although did manage to catch up with the beautiful Thirumalai Naick Palace the next day before heading back to Bangalore.

Reached Bangalore at around 5.30pm on 30th April and headed straight for the Balcony to check on my 24 Potted plants (All survived, partly due to heavy watering and Plastic covers placed around the roots before we started our Journey!) and Buckets of Water flowed!

The body gave up around 7PM and stayed that way till 1PM the next day (A Good Massage at Ojus between 11 and 1 cured me!)

Will add details as I remember them. You can catch up on the Photos on my Facebook profile, till I figure out a fast way to load a slideshow here.

Hope you enjoyed reading this account.

A Few of Life's Missing Pieces, I wish I still Had

1. Those 10 bucks Haircuts underneath the Mango Trees!
2. Rum and Coke at Anup Khalkho's Christmas Nights!
3. Hot Samosas, Chai, Shared Suttas (The Golden Puff) and Chilling Rain through the thatched roof!
4. Porn smuggled through the back door in the middle of the night!
5. Gawking at Girls at Subhash Bose Chowk (Real freedom!)
6. Haywards 5000 and Butter Chicken at Punjabi Dhaba!
7. Thinking that Flying Machine was an International Brand!
8. Setting up Chinese Food Stalls for Durga Pooja - Not making any money - Having loads of fun!
9. Reading Mills & Boon and pretending one does not!
10. 7 Rs Lunch shared with Girlfriend at Jal Joga - Salad thrown in Free once the Fatherly waiter realised we did not have much money!

Laughing all the way to the Bank.

Well, finally got a late night's shows ticket to 3idiots last friday and since then have been trying to post this. There has been a lot of "song-and-dance" - pardon the bad pun- about how Chetan Bhagat got screwed by Aamir and Gang! Screwed? My Ass!

I have read the book and I have seen the movie. .AND. I am a huge fan of Chetan Bhagat for Making Indian Writing in English less about Elephants and Snake Charmers and more about the BPO Guy.

The Book borrows a semblance of a plot from the Novel (as it should as they brought the rights) but then, its a normal College Story like so many of them, which may or may not have got written!

And Poor Ol' Chetan Bhagat...not so poor after all. The reasonably good 5.someone,the horrendous 3mistakesofmylife and the delightful 2states are all doing brisk business, thanks to all the controversy.

Having said that; I think it's in bad taste to deny him proper credit.

Cheers!

Another Year Gone and the next one on its way out by the days!

So 2009 is history, so is day one of 2010! How time flies.

Well, well, well! So how was 2009, I ask. Was it all of what family, friends, well wishers and unknown numbers promised you at the stroke of Midnight, Jan 1, 2009 through hastily forwarded SMS's most of which you forwarded, but did not reply to?

That brings me to the next question. How many of those hastily forwarded messages of Jan 1, 2010 and the well wishes they bring have moved you to tears? I got more messages from unknown numbers than from people I interact with on a daily basis. These unknown numbers, most of which, I did not bother to find out and assign a name to, are people from the past, some recent, most not so recent, all however, well meaning people, who become supersenti about your well being for exactly a day on 01-01-whatever before getting on with their "normal" lives the next day. Who cares about 3-idiots when we have all turned out to be 300000 idiots despite educations best effort!

Let it be. Lets' not become cruelly disillusioned at 2:34am on Day 2 of the TENTIES, as someone suggested this decade should be called. Pun or no pun, suggest its high time, we pitched our TENTS in the backyards of new beginnings and give up on silly middle class dreams! For every Ambani there are a million Nobanis and for every Tata, there are those bye-byes.

TOI and Jang group came out with "Aman ki Asha" to foster peace between India and Pakistan. A good beginning. I hope it tests the boundaries of the human spirit and makes the impossible, possible. Even the Berlin Wall fell.

Someone asked me what my new year resolution was. Quite honestly, I was flummoxed. Resolution, huh? I thought we discussed those when our carefully prepared PowerPoint presentations didn't look quite quite so carefully prepared when we projected them on the Big Screen. But, then again, That's what we have made of our lives, one hell of a PowerPoint pesentation, where you move from slide to slide, justifying a point of view, knowling fully well, that it's as easy to make a contrarian presentation using exactly the same material!

HIV AIDS, remains the greatest of killers, as ever and we are busy promoting the H1N1 vaccine. Ruchika continues to search for justice after almost 2 decades and we are figuring out what to call the next decade. The media decides to fight for her cause, only once the TRPs become guaranteed. Jharkhand votes for change by completely ensuring the ruling party does not get enough seats। The same guy becomes CM again!

And yes fairness cream was doing as brisk a business as ever.

खुश है ज़माना आज पहली तारीख है! मीठा है खाना आज पहली तारीख है!

Well, I resolved, not to resolve.

Happy New Year!