Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Sunday, April 05, 2026

About yesterday's poetry gathering

I am still reeling under the effect of yesterday's conversations. 

When we decided to discuss poets and what they mean to us, I was not too enthused because I routinely find such "explanations" get too scholarly and for me, poetry is about emotion, about taking that tornado that has been sleeping in your soul and making it real. 

But yesterday I realised something new - when we take words and add what they did to us, the conversation becomes real for EVERYONE. When Minal spoke about how Harivanshrai Bachchan was the first serious interest in poetry - both for her and for her son, it was not just appreciation of classic poetry. It was that invisible thread that ties us to each other. For parents and children, especially, the cultural reference points are seldom same. The music that shapes them is different, the books they read are different, even the language used to express emotions is not the same.  

In discussing Sahir, what stood out for me was how deeply one poet can enter another. It is not the same as "being under the influence of". It is like someone enters your soul and helps you understand and express yourself. I got the sense that that is what Sahir has done for Harsh. 

Jaun Eliya, of course, was reimagined for all of us. Many years ago, a friend introduced me to Jaun. He then gifted a book of Jaun which i read and was hugely underwhelmed. I really did not understand what all the fuss was about. But EVERY single time someone recites Jaun Eliya, I find the words to be magical. Hearing someone else recite him acts as the catalyst that brings the poet alive. 

But what Sankalp did with Jaun was not just interpret the intrepid nature of Jaun's poetry or his universally known irreverence. He brought that irreverence into us. For a while, we threw the world to the wind and felt exactly as Jaun would have liked us to feel. "Nahi to" remains a highlight of yday's renditions. 

The poetry that flows from the poet is always super special. Kavita mein shabd se bhi zyada, i observe what the poet goes through as they put their words out. And its always heartwarming to see that. :) 



Sunday, February 08, 2026

20 years!!

And just like that... i have been blogging for 20 years. 

Somehow, that fact keeps coming back to mind.. 20 years of thoughts.. in one place. 

How wonderful! 

Friday, July 22, 2022

A tiny miracle and a guardian angel

This happened 2 days ago, but the need to record it has not diminished. 

So, recording. 

Usually, after sending the child to school, I nap for 2-3 hours. Being a late night sleeper, this is good. 

2 days ago, when I retired to my room as usual to take the morning nap, there was a sharp pain in the left jaw. Since this happens very often, I didn't worry about it at first. Then, the pain grew. Quite a bit. 

Some power literally did not allow me to lie down with that pain. (Lying down with the head raised usually helps in this pain). 

Slowly, I put the reiki hand to the heart, and within 3-4 minutes, the pain subsided. Then, of course, one had the nap as usual. 

This is probably the third time in life that I have actually felt a guardian presence stopping one action and almost commanding another. And each time, it has been a helpful gesture. 

This time, I was asked to record the incident. So, recording. :) 


Sunday, July 10, 2022

Images...

So, this post is actually inspired by kj, who did the random 13 post using images and then the more recent post. I also got brave enough to post pictures. 

Random ones. 


Cutglass chandeliers. One doesnt get them any more and i love them 

This looks like a grandfather clock at first, but look closely and you will notice something special. From the Lalitha Mahal Palace, Mysuru 

Wall paper in our room at a recent holiday. Yeah, i love simple things like that. 

Details of a shield from Rajasthan 

Tiny marble statue of Devi Saraswati at a Jain temple in Rajasthan 

Random, Arbit

This work is done on voile at Patiala. I quite love it. 

Indian miniature art 

Sunset in the mountains

Indian crafts always take my breath away. So, this. 

That is the mighty Kanchenjunga