Sunday, February 19, 2017

Saturday, February 11, 2017

when i miss dad....

I haven't been to a Gurudwara in ages.. for some strange reason, I am mad at God. I don't know why. I don't want to go to the one place that gives me peace.


So when I miss dad, I listen to these 2 shabads:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbGqkRc8Ubw




and




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxj-VIserjM


And someday, I hope to get to a Gurudwara... Some Day....

Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Katranein/कतरनें - Amrita and Sahir

Most posts in the Katranein/कतरनें  series come from a story, novel, movie or another reference. Usually I leave the reference out because the katran is complete in itself.


But this Katran will need reference. This is an imaginary conversation between Amrita Pritam and Sahir Ludhanvi, right after Nagamani is released.


A brief on the story - Amrita and Sahir loved each other, but Sahir thought he wasn't good enough for her, so he always denied that he loved her. Please read more on this if you'd like. You will also need to know Nagamani, if you haven't already read it.


वह : तुम कितनी  अलग अलग चीज़ें लिखती हो. पर सब, है तो मेरे ही लिए न?


यह: नहीं तो! सब कहाँ तुम्हारे बारे में है? तुम दिन भर में इतनी सिगरेट फूंकते हो. सब मेरे नाम की हैं क्या? सब कुछ, तुम्हारे नाम का नहीं है. 


वह: झूठी!


यह: थोड़े से झूठ का हक़ तो, मुझे भी है. नहीं?







Monday, February 06, 2017

कतरनें / Kataranein

She: Why should you matter to me, and why would I matter to you?


He: Because we do. बस. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Xii.vi.mmvi

V.x.mmv

Vi.xii.mmv

Latin is much better, see? 

When people do things they love..


When someone is doing what they love doing best, all the veils on their heart fall away. All the layers of paint worn to be who they should appear to be, are washed out.


To see someone doing what they truly love doing, is like seeing their soul naked.



Things to do in Shimla #1- The Himachal State Museum

Getting there:
In front of the Oberoi Cecil hotel, is one road that goes to the Viceregal Lodge. The other, smaller road that goes up to the Doordarshan Kendra, is the one you need to take. There are no signboards. Go right up to the end of that road. You will reach the Himachal Pradesh State Museum.
Tell the driver that the car goes right up and there is enough parking there.
Once inside, feel free to lose yourself entirely and completely.


Things to do:
If you have young children, they will enjoy the Indian Army section a lot. I went to see rare examples of the Guler School of Pahadi Miniature Art, and was suitably rewarded.


There is a real palki of the goddess for the famous Kullu Ka Dashahra, and there is a model of the Himachali temple - whose architectural style varies considerably from temples elsewhere in the country. There is a room dedicated to local murals and the Chamba Rumaal - beautiful embroidery that looks the same on both sides.


There is a section with the traditional dresses of all regions of Himachal. It was pure delight!
The biggest surprise was the sculpture from the Himachal school. I had no idea! It was a total learning experience.


There is also a coins gallery. Though not as good as the Coins gallery at the National Museum, Delhi, it is, nonetheless, a great resource for children who have never been exposed to the coin heritage of India. If you are accompanying a child, please do take the time to read, and then explain to the child.
One of the things that I cannot get out of my head - is a coin of a bull with inscription in Kharoshthi. The bull is shaped exactly like the bulls found on the Indus Valley seals, but the inscription is in Kharoshthi.


If you are an IVC fan (and I am), that coin is remarkable. It provides, to my knowledge, the only evidence of continuity from the IVC to the later Indic civilisations.


The other things of note are the miniature paintings and murals depicting women. In these late 18th century paintings, women can be seen writing, reading, playing with a top, smoking a hookah, and drinking wine. These are all solo portraits (meaning no need for a male subject in the picture). This was the India of over a 100 years ago. I think we need to pay attention to these pictures and understand what we are missing in our "modern" world.


In short, this museum is your window to the heritage that is Himachal. The clothes, the crafts (there are wooden masks too), the instruments, the jewelry, miniature art and the manuscripts, the coins and the sculptures, the embroidery and the murals. This is a treasure trove, if you have the time to invest.




The staircase that greets you as soon as you enter the building. Amazing!

Traditional Himachali jewelry. What are these pieces used for?

Lady playing with a  traditional Indian toy - lattu

Lady drinking wine - Guler School of Pahadi Miniature Art

Lady writing letter - Pahadi School of Miniature Art - Guler

Hookah Time. Pahadi School of Miniature Art - Guler

A Gurudwara from 2 centuries ago. Guler, Pahadi School of Miniature Art

Model of the Shiva temple - Notice that large reception area and the Kalasham that is unlike anywhere else. Also notice the almost 100% wood construction.

The famous Chamba Rumaal

Traditional Himachali instruments

Vishnu - Himachal Sculpture style


Surya - HImachal Sculpture Style

Details about the Himachal Sculpture

This cute British era letter box in front of the museum

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Because i am Sherlock and must break everything down to logical bits and definitions..

He: Do you miss me?


She: I don't miss you. I remember you. The frequency at which we meet, is called "memories". Memories are not missed. They are remembered. Habits, are missed. When we remember, we think of you fondly, but we don't want you to be around. Its nice, and its in the past. When we miss, we want you around. Right Then. As if it would somehow make us more alive.


People don't realise that the only variable that moves the pointer from "remembering" to "missing" is the frequency at which our subconscious minds expect an association. In short, "Being There."


So there, now you know, why I don't miss you. I can't.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Book Review - Bheeshm Sahni - Sankalit Kahaniyaan

Bheeshma Sahni - Sankalit Kahaniyaan



आजकल, किताब पढ़ना यूँ भी आसान होता है, क्योंकि ज़्यादातर किताबें घड़े पर पानी सी होती हैं।  पर कुछ किताबें, चिपक सी जाती हैं. चाह कर भी उन से हाथ या आँखें हटाई नहीं जा सकती. ऐसी पुस्तकों के बारे में लिखने का मन करता है.  


किताब के पीछे लिखा है - "इस में कहानी की यात्रा में ही हम रस लेते हैं" ये ऐसी ही किताब है - एक एक शब्द में रस लेने वाली. हर कहानी अपने आप में एक अलग , नया संसार है. इस में जितना हुनर लेखक का है, उतना ही कौशल संकलनकर्ता का भी है. 


ये अलग वक़्तों की कहानियां भी हैं, और आज की भी. कहानी का अपना रस - जैसे "डायन" में मिलता है, वैसा शायद किसी और में नहीं. एक रोमांटिक कहानी... बस, पढ़ी जा सकती है, रुक्मणी की कल्पना की जा सकती है. उसके बारे में बताया नहीं जा सकता. कुछ कहानियों का बस, अनुभव ही अनिवार्य है. 


"साग मीट" एक और कहानी है, जिस में कितनी और कहानियां छिपी मिलती हैं. हंसी भी आती है, रोष भी होता है, दुःख भी. 


जो लोग अभी उम्र में छोटे हैं, उन्हें ४ साल तक स्कूटर खरीदन का इंतज़ार, या दंगों में बिछड़े बच्चों की खोज के किस्से, जाने पहचाने नहीं लगेंगे. और फिर मन में आता है, जो मेरे देश की जीत है, तो ये है, की ४० साल बाद, हमें ४ साल स्कूटर के इंतज़ार के बारे में कुछ भी याद नहीं. और जो मेरे मुल्क की हार है, तो ये है, कि जिस मुए हिन्दू-मुसलमान के फसाद में "पाली" और "वीरो" की कहानियां बनी , ७० साल बाद भी, उस फसाद में कोई बदलाव नहीं. मौलवी साहब कुछ और कट्टर हो गए हैं, समाज सेवक कुछ और निर्भीक।


ये कहानियां कुछ कुछ ऐसी हैं, जैसे कोई मोहल्ले में बीच में बैठा हो, और हर घर का कुछ कुछ झरोखा दीखता हो. और ऐसी भी, कि जैसे कोई माया महल में घुसे, और कोई शीशा किसी दुसरे शीशे सा न हो. हर शीशा बिलकुल अलग, पर बेहद मज़ेदार.