My Favourite songs - Mother - Chalo chalen Maa

With the soul stirring music of Hemant Kumar from an Indian Movie  “Jaagriti” (1954) this song every time I listen to it, makes the child in me come alive .. 

not in the sense of a forlorn childhood and craving for the careless times 

but  in the sense of the very soft, innate element of purity and virtue we are all born with ...

of the bewilderment of a growing child seeing the absurdities of the world run by adults..

of seeing the inhuman behavior of humans driven by doubt, greed, anger ...

of the sad, sullen yet hope-filled urge every child has when he sees ..

Hate , envy and jealousy all around instead of Love..

Children are the best teachers  for human behavior..

Psycho Fancy : An Intuitive experience

Psycho-Fancy

Cyberspace has long been searched by us using different keywords for different purposes to get variety of search results with the characteristic randomness & vastness of resources on web. We were searching the Net. 

Then we started doing social networking through web and believing everybody was just 6 degrees away. 

Cyberspace over the time became a repository of all that a human mind could think of..... a reflection of Mind-space..

Everything that we did while surfing - mailing, blogging, tweeting,social and professional networking, searching, budgeting, documenting, publishing, downloading evinced our thoughts ..our tendencies...our inclinations, tastes, preferences, likes and dislikes, ....OUR IDENTITIES

Our Cyber-traces became our mental maps..

The Intuitive experience begins... Mind browsed and captivated to pop up what you want to see...Mining of data turns into mining of mind..

When I was child , I used to wonder if there was machine possible that could read mind..It came about..The cyberspace..bit by bit we created it putting everything we knew and created a super mind.. 

Sycophancy - an age old intuitive experience created by people by talking and doing things that you like .. Sycophancy cocoons you in your own beliefs and thrives on it..Most leaders fell prey to this intuitive experience and became megalomaniacs.. They got controlled by the sycophants and ruined themselves..

Sycophancy creates delusions of Grandeur to make you blissfully compliant..

The new Cyber orbit of Psycho Fancy .. The Super Mind will flatter you..

Imagine - Can you?

Editorial note - Happy New Year 2012

On the third anniversary of the Blog , I once again extend my heartfelt thanks to all the viewers for sending encouraging comments and ideas through out the year. I also wish all the audience a Very Very Happy New Year -2012.


The Blog has grown tremendously in the last 3 years with the viewership extending from United States, UK, India, Germany,Russia , Canada,  Australia, Poland , Slovenia & India. The overwhelming response for the posts My Expressions - Package, My Poem - Mother and The Iridescence, My sketch - Water and Wind to name a few particularly was very inspiring. It is really heartwarming to see people expressing their conviction in the power of "GOOD".  


The New year as I always say has a buzz in the air..Buzz of  Best Wishes for each other , every other and all others ..Determinations, Resolutions, Hope with a bit of reflection on the past create positive vibes that resonate to illuminate every heart.. as if the humanity comes alive to celebrate Life..


Behavior as the Human Being - Well Mannered, Compassionate, Caring, Helping, Thoughtful, Motivating, Inspirational, Persevering & Respectful :  is the need of the today's world.....


Some may refute this as a maudlin cry... Some may agree with a know all attitude, Some may add a pragmatic note to this, Some may deride you for being idealistic & simple...


We shall not loose hope and continue to march ahead with our own Human revolution..


This is the New Year Resolution of Delta- To- Sigma Family..


Wish you again a very happy new year.




                                                                         -Pakhi-
 

my poem, Kitni Baar..

कितनी बार ....

Soulful Stories - Father Forgets - W. Liwigston Larned

FATHER FORGETS

W. Livingston Larned

condensed as in "Readers Digest"

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside. There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You you threw some of your things on the floor. gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in

reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up  the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and yoursmall arms tightended with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, o reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years .And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed! It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!" I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

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सुनो बेटे !मैं तुमसे कुछ कहना चाहता हूँ |  तुम गहरी नींद में सो रहे हो | तुम्हारा नन्हा सा हाथ तुम्हारे नाज़ुक गाल के नीचे दबा हैं | और तुम्हारे पसीना - पसीना ललाट पर घुंघराले बाल बिखरे हुए हैं | मैं तुम्हारे कमरे में चुपके से दाखिल हुआ हूँ , अकेला | अभी कुछ मिनट पहले जब मैं लायेब्ररी में अखबार पढ़ रहा था, तोह मुझे बहुत पश्चाताप हुआ | इसलिए तोह आधी रात को तुम्हारे पास खड़ा हूँ , किसी अपराधी की तरह |

जिन बातों के बारे में मैं सोच रहा था, वेह ये हैं बेटे | मैं आज तुम पर बहुत नाराज़ हुआ | जब तुम स्कूल जाने के लिए तैयार हो रहे थे, तब मैंने तुम्हे खूब दांता... तुमने तौवेल के बजाय परदे से हाथ पौछ लिए थे | तुम्हारे जूते गंदे थे, इस बात पर भी मैंने तुम्हे कोसा | तुमने फर्श पर इधर - उधर चीज़े फेंक राखी थी .. इस पर मैंने तुम्हे बुरा भला कहा |

नाश्ता करते वक़्त भी मैं तुम्हारी एक के बाद एक गलतियां निकलाता रहा | तुमने डाइनिंग टेबल पर खाना बिखरा दिया था | खाते समय तुम्हारे मूँह से चपड़ - चपड़ की आवाज़ आ रही थी | मेज़ पर तुमने कोहिनियाँ भी टिका राखी थी| तुमने बराद पर खूब सारा मक्खन भी चुपड़ लिया था | यही नहीं जब मैं ऑफिस जा रहा था और तुम खेलने जा रहे थे और तुमने हाथ हिलाकर "बाय-बाय दद्दी" कहा था, तब भी मैंने भृकुटी तानकर टोका था, "अपनी कॉलर ठीक करो | "

शाम को भी मैंने यही सब किया | ऑफिस से लौटकर मैंने देखा की तुम दोस्तों के साथ मिट्ठी से खेल रहे थे | तुम्हारे कपडे गंदे थे, तुम्हारे मोजो में छेद हो गए थे | मैं तुम्हे पकड़कर ले गया और तुम्हारे दोस्तों के सामने अपमानित किया |मोज़े मेहेंगे हैं - जब तुम्हे खरीदने पड़ेंगे तब तुम्हे इनकी कीमत समझ आएगी | ज़रा सोचो तोह सही, एक पिता अपने बेटे का इससे ज्यादा दिल किस तरह दुखा सकता हैं ?

क्या तुम्हे याद है जब में library में पढ़ रहा था तब तुम रात को मेरे कमरे में आये थे , किसी सहमें हुए मृग छौने की तरह . तुम्हारी आंखें बता रही थी की तुम्हे कितनी चोट पहुंची है. और मैंने अखबार के ऊपर से देखते हुए पढ़ने में बाधा डालने के लिए तुम्हे झिढ़ाक दिया था " कभी तो चैन से रहने दिया करो, अब क्या बात है ? " और तुम दरवाज़े पैर ही ठिठक गए थे .

तुमने कुछ नहीं कहा. तुम बस भाग कर ए , मेरे गले में बाहें डालकर मुझे चूमा और good night करके चले गए . तुम्हारी नन्ही बाहों की जकरन   बता रही थी की तुम्हारे दिल में इश्वर ने प्रेम का ऐसा फूल खिलाया था जो इतनो उपेक्षा के बाद भी नहीं मुरझाया. और फिर तुम सीढियों पैर ख़त ख़त कर के चढ़ गए.

तो बेटे, इस घटना के कुछ ही देर बाद मेरे हाथों से अखबार छूट गया और मुझे बहुत ग्लानी हुई. ये क्या होता जा  रहा है मुझे? गलतियां ढूडने की डान्दते डपटने की आदत सी पढ़ती जा रही है मुझे ..अपने बच्चे के बचपन का ये पुरूस्कार दे रहा हूँ ..ऐसा नहीं है की बेटे की में तुम्हे प्यार नहीं करता पर एक बच्चे से जरूरत से ज्यादा उम्मीदें लगा बैठा था. में तुम्हारे प्यार को अपनी उम्र की तराजू पर तौल रहा था..

तुम इतने प्यारे हो , इतने अच्छे और सच्चे,..तुम्हारा नन्हा सा दिल इतना बड़ा है जैसे चौड़ी पहार्डिओं के पीछे उगता सुबह ..तुम्हारा बड़प्पन इसी बात से जाहिर होता है की दिन भर डान्दते रहने वाले पापा को भी तुम रात को GOODNIGHT KISS देने आये. आज की रात और कुछ भी महत्वपूर्ण नहीं है बेटे . में अँधेरे में तुम्हारे सिरहाने आया हूँ और यहाँ घुटने टिकाये बैठा हूँ..शर्मिंदा 

यह एक कमजोर पश्चात्ताप है. मैं जानता  हूँ की अगर मैं तुम्हे जगाकर यह सब कहूँगा तो शायद तुम नहीं समझोगे . पर कल से मैं तुम्हारा प्यारा पापा बन कर दिख्लायूंगा . मैं तुम्हारे साथ खेलूंगा , तुम्हारी मजेदार बातें मन लगाकर सुनूंगा , तुम्हारे साथ खुलकर हसूंगा, और तुम्हारी तकलीफों को बाटूंगा . आगे से मैं जब भी तुम्हे डान्दते के लिए मूह खोलूँगा टी इसके पहले मैं अपनी जीभ तो अपने दाँतों में दबा लूँगा . मैं बार बार किसी मंत्र की तरह यह कहना सीखूंगा " वह तो अभी बच्चा है ....छोटा सा बच्चा ....

मुझे अफ़सोस है की मैंने तुम्हे बच्चा नहीं बड़ा मान लिया था ..परन्तु आज जब मैं तुम्हे गूढ़ीमूढ़ी और थका थका पलंग पर सोया देख रहा हूँ बेटे तो मुझे एहसास होता है की तुम अभी बच्चे ही तो हो .. कल तक तुम अपनी मान की बाहों में थे , उसके कंधे पैर सर रखे .. मैंने तुमसे कितनी ज्यादा उम्मीदें की थी , कितनी ज्यादा...

My Artshade - The bonds of Pure Love

The bonds of  Pure Love

  
I wish a very very happy anniversary to my Mom and Pop!! 

Mom had a very special quality of listening and understanding and encouraging. Her real strength is seen in tough times when when we all make demands on her and expect her to emerge  as a tower of strength on whom every one can lean on. 


Sea N' Shore: The  sketch that I made today depicts the eternal relationship I hold with my parents.  

My father is like a sea - Deep & house of many treasures ..

His love and compassion is universal  just as an ocean tastes the same everywhere.

The depths of the sea or the raging waves crash on & find refuge on the shore.

The shore binds the sea  &  Both sea and shore are inseparable .. 

Mom is the shore we all return to...

The shore with a light house as a beacon of hope..


When ever great evil occurs Great good follows .....Winter always turns to spring.. The Sea and the Shore have seen cloudy days, stormy days and  Tempestuous weather and unfailingly the sunny days & the bright tranquil resplendent serenity that follow...                                                                                            - pakhi- 

My Poem - Innocent Marauders

Innocent Marauders 


As the Crimson sun rose in the sky,
The Mighty Soft Petals opened ajar,
And the flower smiled to the sun,
Just then a girl with her little hand,
Plucked it away,
From the branch,
And pressed it fondly,
In the folds of an old book,
To possess forever....


Just then a butterfly,
Singing and dancing,
And whistling by,
Seeing the forlorn branch,
Groped for what was amiss,
                                           A little boy ,
                                           With the jerk of his hand,
                                           Caught her,
                                           And pressed intently,
                                           In the folds of an old book,
                                           To preserve forever more...


                                           The folds of the old books,
                                           Were stained forever too,
                                           With the the tale of the two innocent hearts,
                                           Marauded for their beauty and good...
                                                    _ Pakhi -

                                                                                    

My Expressions - Thank you Pa

 Thank you Pa!!  

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I wish to express my profound gratitude for every bit of Efforts, Guidance , Care , Concern and Compassion that Pa  has so lovingly bestowed on me through out my life. 

Today whatever I am is the result of the training I received from Pa in all walks of life. He taught me Art and craft at home and I remember making many models cutting paper and board and pasting it with home made glue. This required training of senses to instinctively carry out each step with utmost precision to starting from blue print sketch to final 3 D model which become the foundation of my planning and project management skills. 

Pa taught me how to negotiate and influence and infact every shopping and outing with him was a valuable source of  learning for me for managing people.  He taught me the importance of being self dependent and bold and determined  which made me more seasoned and considerate. My ability to be able weather the hailstorms of Life and the optimism and life force takes root in his robust teachings. 

Pa can fix anything and taught me the same. He taught me  DO IT YOURSELF which made self dependent in a big way . Pa brought me best of the books, literature and novels to hone my intellect and enrich my perspective. Pa is magnanimous  the most modern and contemporary father.

 Even today he is in tune with times ..he surfs , blogs and what not..  Pa is an astrologer, a homeopath, a lawyer and an corporate professional well versed with all affairs of society.. 

Pa , you are Timeless , Matchless and I pray for your Happiness , 

With Smile and Loving Hugs...

-Pakhi-

                                                                          

My poems - Ummiden

                                               

 उम्मीदें 

              

My Expressions - Re Pair Please

Every day one or the other thing in our daily life need fixing.. Things that need immediate attention...things that need to be fixed immediately or the daily life stops or loose its rhythm... Such things could be a fuse Light bulb, A flat tyre, A microwave that does not warm or AC that does not cool, etc..

Soon as we realise that the thing is out of order , we press panic buttons for its repair...

We also blame overuse, Misuse or careless handling of such things for them to go out of order..

But seldom do we care about out of order relationships, seldom do we press panic buttons for their repair, seldom do we realize their importance in the rhythm of our life..

We need to check if the tendons that hold our relationships need any mending, oiling, fixing from time to time...

WE MUST QUICKLY RE - PAIR...

Daily Life- Mindsets

As if everything depends upon the mindsets...We all gradually acquire mindsets over a period of time and adamantly believe in them.. However ..

1. We can be proud of taking the first step... Last week I came across occassions where First step taken forward was unacknowledged sometimes eloquently, sometimes evasively, and sometimes stubbornly..But My taking first step was my human revolution that opened up my life.

2. I also realised that apart from other things we carry a huge responsibility of Maintaining relationships..fostering bonds and nurturing friendships.. However it is simpler with like minded people and with rest we need to make efforts. We also find people who are fiercly competetive for no rhyme and reason and spare no oportunity to deride us, sometimes going to the extent of fabricating unfavourable atmosphere . How do we foster bonds with such people..by doing our human revolution..Making such efforts need immense Life state and conviction.. Most of us lack grooming on this aspect and need to cultivate encouraging attitudes.

Once we decide to break open our shell , We breath the fresh air of fulfillment..This year will be the year of Human revolution for me..

Happy birthday to the someone who has break through the dark clouds to shine eternally like a Full Moon..The hard work , determination and sense of responsibility & purpose, Compassion and emotional strength are sublime virtues.. that makes the whole world shine with bright Rays of hope and optimism.

Daily Life - Happy 2011

Second Anniversary of my blog as the Year 2011 usher in with renewed determinations and hopes in hearts of millions of us. This a very special occasion as we all wish each other success, prosperity and happiness. We want all to be Happy and Cheerful.

Today also happens to be the Birthday of a very special person - one who design,innovate, care, and over all smile very warmly...A very happy birthday to the Grand Lotus ..

I feel encouraged when many of you say my blog has helped you overcoming the blues. I feel a strong sense of appreciation and gratitude should drive us rather than arrogance and ego. There are people who scoff at such suggestions as being foolish and unrealistic. They feel being emotional is not being worldly wise. I feel being worldly wise with emotions is difficult and need individuals human revolution hence many people take the easier option of remaining narrow mindedly focussed on their self interests.

Recently we attended an outdoor workshop in which there were certain activities like rock climbing , river crossing etc. were performed by participants. Many of these participants were not fit enough to even attempt such activities but I noted that cheered up by the crowd and the cries of BuckUps , propelled their hearts and they did these activities successfully. The crowd supportive applauds worked wonders for them to go beyond their abilities. I was wondering if they would have done the same if the crowd was shouting deriding, threating or scaring remarks.

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Let year 2011 be the year of encouragement & appreciation to bring out our true potential

Please appreciate and encourage people starting from your family - TODAY

Daily life - a few lessons

A few learnings I came across in last few days and found worth sharing :

• The words 'Ever Changing' and 'Uncertainty' are synonyms but induce different feeling.
• In any transaction the foremost requirement is to Be Human and behave Humanly.
• There is a voice inside us that forewarns if we are doing something wrong.
• Human mind is completely mutable as per the life state and circumstances.
• The Positive or Negative meaning of any thing in life comes from the Life State we are in.
• It is important to be Unobtrusive in achieving your goals.

Daily Life : The Encounters

I now see the person along with his state of life ....People in constant misery express pessimism and criticism, People in state of greed constantly compete and compare, People in the state of animality bow to the authority but bully the weaker , People in the state of anger get easily disturbed by external stimulus and thus are susceptible to get misused by evildoers..... Last few days i had close and repeat encounters with some such people deep in these states ....most of them gone completely astray despite huge potential to create value and happiness..

My Poems : The Iridiscence

The Iridescence....

The Roads lie across intertwined,

Thru' the serene quietude,

Barren wilderness,

and Bubbling alacrity,

waiting for the footsteps,

to leave the marks..

and memories..

behind,

as the timeless journey goes on,

with the dreams of reaching,

the azure heights..

and the indigo depths..

to ride over

the clouds..

and the tidal waves..

behold the vicissitude of,

mirth and tears,

bliss and fears,

done and undone,

learn and discern,

Holding hands with destiny,

expanding the cosmic with in,

The Phoenix rises once again..

The Pegasus takes another fanciful flight..

The resurgence of unsaid guilt and pains,

left behind,

to 'be' and never to say goodbye..

the sunshine descends,

and spreads thin and light,

to brighten the whole new life,

and the innocent childhood from,

the pyradimical bygones,

comes ALIVE..

- Pakhi-

My Poem : मुझ से बढ़ कर कौन तुम्हारा..

मुझ से बढ़ कर कौन तुम्हारा..

My Expressions - Package

My Expressions : Package Unseen

Every time you acquire something, there would we certain things that would inevitably come along with it. In pursuit of so many things, we almost tend to forget the what comes packeged with them.

In other word we focus on the effect or results but do not care much about the side effects or byproducts. 
Here are some :

1. With excess Money comes arrogance , evil influences ; desire to earn more money often at the cost and compromises ever increasing.

2. With excess power comes lonliness and distance from friends and proximity to yes men.

3. With excess and quick fame comes envy of many near and DEAR ones.

4. Excessively Workoholics often gets promotions packaged with health hazards.

5. With extreme idealism , disillusionment comes packaged.

6. Strong focus on the goal often misses the bigger picture.

7. With excess comfort, procrastination and nonchalance creep in.

8. With excessive simplicity and naiveness, betrayals and heartbreaks abound.

9. With excessive trust, the risk of misrepresentation and isolation comes in.

10. With excessive love, pains and expectations Congress packaged.

It is important to make choices in life in wise proportions.

(C) Manish 'pakhi'

Daily Life - Jun 2010

Today I have redesigned the Blog for better readability. I am also adding a New dimension to my blog which are nuggets of amazing experiences and encounters in my daily life. Hope this would be liked by all readers.
As for today being a fathers day, My very young child took the challenge to prepare complete meal for me with her own sweet hands without any asistance.. and there could not have been a better treat for me on this day ..
I too salute my father today for being always youthful , inquisitive , vibrant and inspiring today with all my heart..Fathers have to hide their compassion in the veil of disciplined and stoic approach which gives them some disadvantage compared to mothers in recieving the love back but the new age fathers and new age children both share and reach out to make good for this long over due injustice..Happy fathers day..

My Poems - Mother

Maa - Treasures Of Love

मां की ममता बिन सब सूना ,
माँ की डांट में प्यार है दूना ,
माँ होती है प्यार का सागर ,
बचपन के सपनो की गागर।

माँ से हो मीठी तकरार,
थोडा गुस्सा,ढेर दुलार,
माँ के आंसू की बूंदों में ,
कही अनकही सारी बातें ,
जीवन की हर ऊँच नीच की,
मौन समाहित बीती यादें।

माँ के आँचल में होता है,
आशीषों का एक खजाना,
इश्वर के समतुल्य हो माँ तुम,
तीनो लोकों ये ने माना।

हुए बड़े दिन तुमको देखे,
सुने कहानी अंखियाँ मींचे,
सपने में तुम रोज हो आती,
प्यार से मुझको सुबह जगाती,
पानी लायी हूँ मूंह धो लो,
उठो लाल अब आंखे खोलो...
लाल उठा और आँखे खोली,
माँ बिन कितनी रातें सो ली।

सुंदर घर का प्यारा कोना,
माँ की गोद में सर रख सोना,
पाखी ने अनमन यह सोचा,
याद जो आई रुला गयी...

माँ तुम मुझको ख़त मत लिखना ,
मुझको ख़त से मत बहलाना,
मुझसे दूर कभी न रहना,
मुझसे दूर कभी न जाना,

मुझसे दूर कभी न रहना,

मुझसे दूर कभी न जाना....

- मनीष 'पाखी' -

My Expressions - Happy New Year

Today is the first anniversary of the Blog and I really thank all the readers who have sent me encouraging comments and notes. I also thank my fellow beings to keep giving me food for thoughts, gems of wisdom and the experiences to enrich my own repertoir of hopes & dreams.

The new year opening is again abuzz with the rustle of optimism and bon homie.The Greetings and best wishes, determinations and resolutions are illuminating the hearts once again.

As we advance our journey with renewed vigour, let us make pledge to value each of family member, friend, colloegue & neighbour.Each of them have a mission and a role to play in our life.

Many times we treat them in an unjust manner or ignore their contributions in our life and bear grudges. Such grudges become the roots of unhappiness in our own heart. Let us rewind, relook, rejuvenate the strained bonds.

Wish You a very peaceful, happy and fulfilling new year with stupendous successes.