Editorial Note - Happy New Year

On the 6th Anniversary of Delta to Sigma , I once again thank all the readers  from US, UK, India, Germany, Poland, Latvia, South Korea, France, Russia and many other countries for their contributions, comments and suggestions.

With multitudes of Social network platforms, Instant Chat and Messaging applications proliferating and connecting minds across the world, new year buzz of  wishing happiness, success, peace, safety, love and fulfilment electrify the atmosphere. 

The power of these platforms of bringing minds together unites the solemn and seeking spirit of each one of us to be and make everyone happy fills every moment of the day with nothing but positivity. 

This positivity  getting unleashed is the real treasure of the human heart..a chorus for peace..  

Each year, on the new year day, we say goodbye to the previous year not realising that every moment of that year & the years before that has sublimated into the depth of our being... 

A building up of our past in terms of words , deeds and actions.. Karma... 

A new year therefore presents to us an  opportunity to change our Karma..

We look behind & ahead and take resolutions.. Some people follow them, some  lose them half way and most others forget them the very next day..

Lets translate this great buzz of new year wishes into a determination to change the lives of people including ours to bring about happiness.. 

Lets look back and see 

how many lives we touched 
how many lives we changed
how many friends we made 
how many friends we lost
how well we took care of our elders
how well we took care of those less endowed than us
how good as human being we evolved..

This determination itself expands the life state by multi-fold and creates a buzz in our own life that propels us to take interest in people, in their diverse nature, in their viewpoints, in their circumstances, in their weaknesses and in their strengths and accepting this diversity as something very awesome, intriguing, and amazing. 

IF WE HAVE ANY SPECIAL ABILITY OR STRENGTH,  IT IS GRANTED TO US BY GOD FOR NOT BULLYING THE ONES WHO DO NOT HAVE IT BUT FOR HELPING THEM WHO NEED IT.. 

Let everyday be a quest -  whom can I help today.. silently, behind the scenes , unsung..

Let this real buzz start connecting the hearts

lets us all become help centres in our own right 
let us make this new year a fresh start to connect with more and more lives
lets change more and more lives
help more and more lives 
&
discover indestructible happiness!!!

Happy new Year to all of you and waiting to hear the stories of  Changing Lives  from all of you in the new year.. That alone can and shall make the new year A VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.

                                                                                                                                - Pakhi-

My favourite Song ( Symphony) - Beethoven 9th Symphony - " Ode to Joy "

Beethoven's  9th Symphony -  For me it was a realisation of a Joyful spirit  Transcending time..

ODE TO JOY (Friedrich Schiller)

BARITONE, QUARTET, AND CHORUS

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, 
Daughter of Elysium, 
We enter fire imbibed, 
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted; 
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

May he who has had the fortune
To gain a true friend
And he who has won a noble wife
Join in our jubilation! 

Yes, even if he calls but one soul
His own in all the world.
But he who has failed in this
Must steal away alone and in tears.

All the world's creatures
Draw joy from nature's breast; 
Both the good and the evil
Follow her rose-strewn path.

She gave us kisses and wine
And a friend loyal unto death; 
She gave lust for life to the lowliest, 
And the Cherub stands before God.

TENOR SOLO AND CHORUS

Joyously, as his suns speed
Through Heaven's glorious order, 
Hasten, Brothers, on your way, 
Exulting as a knight in victory.

CHORUS

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, 
Daughter of Elysium, 
We enter fire imbibed, 
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, Millions! 
This kiss for all the world! 
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world? 
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Be embraced, Millions! 
This kiss for all the world! 
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world? 
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, 
Daughter of Elysium, 
We enter fire imbibed, 
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, Millions! 
This kiss for all the world! 
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world? 
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Be embraced, Millions! 
This kiss for all the world! 
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Can you sense the Creator, world? 
Seek him above the starry canopy.
Above the stars He must dwell.

Joy, daughter of Elysium
Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted; 
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

Be embraced, Millions! 
This kiss for all the world! 
Brothers!, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Joy, beautiful spark of Gods!, 
Daughter of Elysium, 
Joy, beatiful spark of Gods!.

My Expressions - Youth

 The energy never wanes, The day never ends, nothing seems impossible and friends are friends...

Dilemmas in the eyes sparkling with hopes, what to do & what to miss, who will choose? 

Damn if the choice is right , Damned if not!! But teachers and a parents say, it matters a lot....

Faces and the books, Conscious of looks, anything trendy ( with or without merit) hooks....

 Know it all , rock and roll,  most precious is a trifle LoL..

Talking sense with stupid expressions and a surge of rebellious giving up..

Why people do not understand the real me.. I am a lion in fever.. 

                                                                                                            - Pakhi -

My Poems : True Rendezvous

True Rendezvous 

                         Dedicated to Mighty Heart 'Mom Forever'                     

Editorial note - Happy New Year

On the 5th Anniversary of Delta to Sigma , I thank all the readers  from US, UK, India, Germany, Poland, Latvia, South Korea, France, Poland, Russia and many other countries for their contributions, comments and suggestions.

Like all new year days, once again the air is buzz with greetings. Heartfelt wishes flowing across and reciprocated. No doubt everyone look forward to a bright and fulfilling year ahead but wishing the same for everyone elicit the most fundamental desire of humankind : Peace and Harmony.

Music is melodious because of mellifluous harmony of the seven different notes. Have you ever seen a large no. of audience captivated in a spellbound musical performance. Irrespective of their class, creed, language or ethnicity they all get inspired quite similarly and feel enriched. Something fundamental deep in everyone's life is tickled to create such unity of response. However , this something fundamental is not easily manifested. This something fundamental need inspirational performances to breakthrough the depths of hearts and unlock the caged humanitarian instincts.

Let the year of 2014 be the year of such inspirational performances on the stage of life by many of us to inspire many many of us to together unleash a wave of humanity that nurture humanity.. Lets all determine to change something with in us to bring about human revolution in our lives and give such inspirational performances..

Forbearance, I recently learned an explanation for this word which I find quite germane to the context: Good natured tolerance to the delay or incompetence perceived in the action of others..

I feel such forbearance shall be the core of all the human revolution that we need to undergo for the grand spectacle of inspirational performances.. 

Happy new Year to all of you and waiting to hear the stories of inspirational performances from all of you in the new year.. That alone can and shall make the new year A VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.



                                                                                                                                - Pakhi-

My poems - मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब.…

मेरे दोने  खाली हैं अब.…… 

बहुत समय पहले की बात है जब दावतों में खाना पत्तल दोने में  परोसा जाता था।  अतिथिगण एक पंगत में बैठ जाते थे और खाना परोसने वाले बाल्टियों और परातों में विभिन्न प्रकार के व्यंजन लेकर हर अतिथि को आग्रह कर कर परोसते थे।  ऐसी ही किसी एक त्यौहार के अवसर पर  आयोजित एक दावत में छोटे छोटे बच्चे एक पंगत में बैठे थे। 

 हर बच्चे के सामने दोने , पत्तल , सकोरे और कुल्लड़ रखे थे और उनकी माएं उन्हें प्यार से खाना परोस  रही थीं. उनमे से एक बच्चा ऐसा था जिसकी माँ  नहीं थी।  बाकी बच्चों की माएं उस के पास रूककर पूछती , क्या लोगे बेटा  …यह बच्चा गुमसुम खोया खोया सा जब तक कुछ बोल पाता तब तक खाना परोसने वाली महिला आगे बढ़  जाती।  फिर  दूसरी महिला आती और यही दृश्य प्रस्तुत होता। 

 मैं दूर से उस बच्चे की विवशता और संकोच देख रहा था।  मैंने देखा जहाँ एक तरफ बाकी बच्चों के पत्तलों में उनकी पसंद के खाने के ढेर लगे हुए थे और उनकी माएं उन्हें आग्रह कर कर खिला रही थी , इस बच्चे के जिसकी माँ  नहीं थी सारे दोने खाली थे।  

बहुत देर तक वह बच्चा कभी दायें , कभी बाएं देखता रहा , उसकी आँखे जैसे अपनी माँ को ढूंढ रही थी। फिर बिना कुछ खाये वह बच्चा पंगत छोड़ कर उठ कर जाकर मुंडेर पर कोहनी टिका कर दूर आकाश में देखने लगा।

 मैंने उसके पास जाकर उसके सर पर प्यार से हाथ फिराया। . उस बच्चे ने मेरी तरफ मुड़ कर देखा। उसकी  आँखों में आंसू भरे हुए थे और उसने डबडबाते होठों से जो बोला वह मैं आज तक नहीं भुला पाया। ।

वह बोला " मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब , मेरे दोने कौन भरेगा ? "… 

भोर का तारा पूछ रहा है 

धूप में जब गर्मी आयेगी 

ममता का आँचल फैलाकर 

सुंदर छाया कौन करेगा 

मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब 

मेरे दोने कौन भरेगा  ……… 

पालू पाखी की आँखों में 

जाने कितने बादल बरसे 

कच्चा मन जब टूट टूट कर 

मिटटी से जुड़ने को तरसे 

बचपन कि इस एक क्यारी की 

कहो गूढ़ाई कौन करेगा 

मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब 

मेरे दोने कौन भरेगा  ……… 

बुलबुल गाकर किसे बुलाये 

मन के फूल सभी मुरझाये 

पूरा दुःख पर चाँद है आधा 

जीवन का सुर कितना साधा 

जिस सरगम पर तार ये टूटा 

उसको पूरा कौन करेगा 

मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब 

मेरे दोने कौन भरेगा  ……… 

पाखी की टुकटुक आँखों में 

आंसू उमड़ उमड़ रह जाते 

क्या खोया और क्यूँ खोया है 

इसके उत्तर मिल नहीं पाते 

बचपन के कुम्हलाते मन की 

चेहरे पर आती छाया को 

बिना कहे ही कौन पढ़ेगा 

मेरे दोने खाली हैं अब 

मेरे दोने कौन भरेगा  ……… 

-  मनीष 'पाखी' - 

My Expressions - PRIVACY...

Privacy   ....

It is human nature to maintain individuality & have personal space. Even a child whispers in the Mom's ears " Don't tell this to anyone..." and feel relieved with the assurance from mother..

When the parents would catch a a small child performing soliloquies and mono-acts  in front of a mirror , the child would coyly protest with an  embarrassed urge to be left alone for some time ....his play time.. when he uninhibitedly express himself out ..to himself..

We kept our own small secrets and happily grew ... Our contacts, Photographs, Letters, Passwords ... some people had personal Diaries too..

Insidiously , we lost this right to privacy .. We had internet, smartphones who wriggled permissions out of us to access the apps.. The app costed only 50 or 100 bucks but traded all the memory contents, contact books, Call logs, SMS logs along with it... Some Apps can even turn on the audio recorder &  camera too from remote. 

Have you ever wondered why a browser asks you for permission to remember a password and you click on 'NO" when it anyway has the capability to record the password .. 

Merely clicking on name on the social networking sites grabs your thread and a massive data mining tool start filling the cyber space with your traces.. You location is also read.. There are Keypad apps that can log anything you type.. 

People devise innovative methods to dodge the cybergaze unnecessarily taxing their minds.. 

Am I being paranoid!!! Surely not... nor was Mr. Orwell. There is every reason to be careful about your cyber behaviour.. 

My Poems : Lonesome one..

lonesome one.....

Editorial note - Happy new year 2013

As we celebrate the 4th anniversary of Delta - to - Sigma , I sincerely thank all the viewers for their encouraging comments and ideas. The viewers came from US, UK, India, Germany, Russia, Slovenia, Australia, Canada, Poland and also Brazil. 

There were  ideas & suggestions received from some noted people in their fields too which was very inspiring and we shall make efforts to include them into our forthcoming posts.

Every year the New year charges the air with messages of best wishes, resolutions, hopes and happiness ,joy and celebrations.  This year too is the same. It is indeed very heart warming to receive and reciprocate these best wishes for each others happiness and joy. 

It seems like a dream when the humanity rejoice together and express their gratitude to its creator by pouring out the sublime and quintessential HUMAN Spirit.  

Having survived the Mayan foreboding of an apocalyptic end of the world,  we need to take firm steps  to preserve our  environment, ecosystem and humanity. Anything that belittles  Dignity of  LIFE is violence and violence must end. 

We hope in new year we shall have utmost attention to resuscitating Dignity of Life with in &  around us to live together uniting hearts & minds and continuing our journey from Delta - to Sigma...

Wish you all again a very happy new year and thank you..

                                                                                                      - Pakhi - .  

My Poem - Emerging from the Earth

Emerging from the Earth

My Favourite songs, - "Rise UP "

Welcome to the world of Yves Larock. Writer and producer of Rise Up, 

Yves has become a prolific force in Electronic Dance Music.In 2007, Yves , this time smashing all expectations. Collaborating with vocalist Jaba, his track ‘Rise Up’ was the kind of smash hit most other DJs can only dream of. 

Signed to Universal, Ministry of Sound and 27 other labels worldwide it devastated the charts, securing the number 1 slot across 20 countries .

My Poems - Kasar

                                          - पाखी -

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-