Let’s understand… Let’s do it…
Hope that this stays forever…
S – Soulful and
Y – Youthful
M – Musicians
P – Practising
H – Harmonious
O – Objective of
N – Nurturing
Y – Yareness
(*yare – keen, lively…)
Came across a group called Symphony during this lockdown period. A group of young and budding musicians, lyricists, technicians who believe in creating music. Music which knows no boundaries, no inhibitions but just love and appreciation.
Was introduced to this group through one of its founding members, Mr.Chintan Parekh when he invited me to a demo session of ‘Writing lyrics and composition’, maybe a first of it’s kind in the musical world today. Before conducting these sessions for common people, the team, themselves had spent 3 days working on its module. They themselves had tried to write lyrics and compose them. They themselves went through the whole process and experienced it.
I did attend a demo and found it to be enlightening. First the participants introduced themselves by singing a song and later the same song had to be sung in a different way as suggested by the team. We played a small quiz related with music. Then we were given a theme, on which we had to write a few lines, as a part of a song. The theme our batch was given was ‘Family’. Music for the song was already decided so the tune was ready, we just had to put in words. It was an invigorating process. Some pens ran fast, some took time, but in a while, everyone around was writing.
As and when a verse was written, Mr Keyur Bhagat, with his sister, Priya Bhagat busied themselves to sing those verses on the tune. It was exhilarating and exciting as we could see what was being written by us, was being sung instantly. This motivated us all and within minutes the verse was written and finalised. It was sung too at the same time. Am sharing the version of the song which we wrote and was sung by the team of Symphony.
The team members of Symphony were continuously chipping in their ideas too. Imagine some 15 odd people together thinking up words and making a verse. One needs to experience this! And within an hour, we had bonded like family. Mr.Chintan has a unique ability of keeping people together, entertained and at the same time getting the required work done. Always a smiling facing, ever encouraging, cracking small witty sentences in between, he kept the environment light yet lively.
The next day, My elder son, Prabhav to attended a demo and he being into lyrics showed some interest in joining the “The Magical Journey of song creation : Lyrics and Composition” course designed by the team of Symphony, which spans over 7 days, 2 hour a day. He enjoyed the whole journey at the end of which he was left yearning for more.
Symphony has just begun the journey of music and its going to be a long but exciting. They are holding Mehfils every now and then so budding artists get to showcase their talent and at the same time be a part of their journey. Today, on World Music Day, I dedicate my post to them and call upon young and budding artists from all walks of life to come together and change the world.
Let us all today, reset the musician within us and sail on the journey towards setting a Paradigm of Life.
Wishing you all a very Happy Music Day.
The cold winds and the water falling from above,
Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…
Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,
Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…
This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.
Waiting at my window sill,
Watch the water droplets drip,
Dancing as if it is a drill,
Love the drop upon my lip…
I am fine no need of a pill,
The winds blow as they whip,
My life is great, no need of a fill,
Get out and love is the tip…
Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.
Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.
The art of mixing sugar, milk and tea
And the art of washing cups, to see
One to be prepared by you
The other be done by me,
Isn’t that what’s called a happy family?
Just a small state of affairs at all homes during lockdown. The otherwise trifle matter of making tea and washing cups have become a point of discussions with the range from how to wash them and which is the right method to wash the.
Making tea is an art. There are two ways practised in India. One add tea to boiling milk or second add milk to boiling tea. Both have their own different tastes, so I consider making tea an art. Even the Japanese would agree with me!🙃
Regarding washing cups being an art, ask the lady of your house, if you havent understand it till now. No one male would have been left without this experience during the lockdown days.
So just laugh and enjoy your tea!!!
Hope, the sole factor
Keeps a person going strong,
And achieve his goals…
The days of Unlock 1.0 are passing by and we can see people rushing to their jobs not only to earn but a zest and enthusiasm of positivity to survive and live.
I just loved this quote. Apt for these testing times.
E – Earth
N – Never
V – Vilifies
I – Instead
R – Radiates
O – Openmindedness and
N – Nourishment,
M – Mentors
E – Empathy and
N – Nobility
T – Till eternity
Just tried to make an acrostic today.
Was thinking of what to write about Environment and also preparing for my lectures of Grammer where I chanced upon this idea of making an acrostic.
Wishing you all a very Happy Environment Day.
Just hope that we care for our environment the way we have cared during the last few months and also for years to come!!!
Never Give Up…
It was a day of tensed emotions,
The danger was coming over the ocean.
But the cyclone never hit the mumbai land,
It just caressed Mumbai with a soft hand.
The spirit and zest of her citizens is well known,
It never wavers nor leaves anyone alone.
They take care of every stray kitten and pup,
As they are indomitable and never give up…
HOPE is what we all are living in. Let’s strengthen it. Believe in oneself and God. We both together can do wonders
Lock or unlock
But please dont flock
Is the appeal from the PM…
Run or walk
But please do not talk
Is the new anthem…
Open shops on one side,
And close all on the other,
Is the new diktat of the CM…
Malls, salons and schools wont open,
But Hotels, Restaurants will reopen,
Let us understand the arrangement…
Food clothing and shelter are always the basic needs,
But we all want to educate and make a plant of our seeds,
We never want to understand the natural system…
This is the right thought in these times… Stay positive…
Stay Safe, Stay Home
A birthday of a giant thinker.
A freedom fighter.
A rationalist Hindu to the core.
A person who has been strict and disciplined with himself for life.
A person who loves his Matrubhumi like anything else and would leave everything for Her.
Have already written about this great personality, none other than Savarkar. A basic introduction which I have already given in my preceding blogs yesterday and day before.
Today, we look at this towering personality as a family man.
Son of Damodar and Radhabhai Savarkar (Tatyarao) had three siblings, Ganesh (Babarao), Narayan and a sister, Maina. All dedicated their lives to India.
The relationship Tatyarao shared with Babarao is a guiding light to all the siblings around India today. Babarao, himself, is a freedom fighter and is caught for organising the youth against the British and sent to Kalaa Paani at the Andaman and Nicobar cellular jail. Vinayak also reaches the same jail in a few years for plotting against the British. After a few months, Vinayak finds out that Babarao is in the same jail, he longs to meet him. My readers may think, if they are in the same jail, how come they didn’t meet? Well, the interns of the jail are not allowed to meet each other. Even during lunch time, they are not allowed to talk to each other. But Vinayak, finds out a way and meets his brother during lunch. A conversation takes place with the help of the eyes, and the two brothers are united after a gap of many years.Narayan, the youngest sibling, has taken upon himself, the responsibility of the family, when both his elder brothers are in jail. He has been through many hardships too. It was during the time when Tatyarao was in jail, that his young son passes away. It is then, that Narayan takes care of his sister-in-law and looks after the family.
Tatyarao is married to Yamunabai, through whom he has a child, a baby boy. When he hears about the child’s demise, he is pained and it is said that it is during one of these days, he penned the poem “Ne Majshi Ne Parat Matrubhumila”.
ने मजसी ने परत मातृभूमीला सागरा प्राण तळमळला ॥धृ॥
भूमातेच्या चरणतला तुज धूता मी नित्य पाहिला होता
मज वदलासी अन्य देशि चल जाऊ सृष्टिची विविधता पाहू
तैं जननीहृद् विरहशंकितहि झाले परि तुवां वचन तिज दिधले
मार्गज्ञ स्वये मीच पृष्ठि वाहीन त्वरित या परत आणीन
विश्वसलो या तव वचनी मी जगद्नुभवयोगे बनुनी मी
तव अधिक शक्ती उद्धरणी मी येईन त्वरे कथुनि सोडिले तिजला ॥
सागरा प्राण तळमळला
शुक पंजरि वा हरिण शिरावा पाशी ही फसगत झाली तैशी
भूविरह कसा सतत साहु या पुढती दशदिशा तमोमय होती
गुणसुमने मी वेचियली या भावे की तिने सुगंधा घ्यावे
जरि उद्धरणी व्यय न तिच्या हो साचा हा व्यर्थ भार विद्येचा
ती आम्रवृक्षवत्सलता रे नवकुसुमयुता त्या सुलता रे
तो बाल गुलाबहि आता रे फुलबाग मला हाय पारखा झाला ॥
सागरा प्राण तळमळला
नभि नक्षत्रे बहुत एक परि प्यारा मज भरतभूमिचा तारा
प्रासाद इथे भव्य परी मज भारी आईची झोपडी प्यारी
तिजवीण नको राज्य मज प्रिया साचा वनवास तिच्या जरि वनिचा
भुलविणे व्यर्थ हे आता रे बहु जिवलग गमते चित्ता रे
तुज सरित्पते जी सरिता रे त्वदविरहाची शपथ घालितो तुजला ॥
सागरा प्राण तळमळला
या फेनमिषें हससि निर्दया कैसा का वचन भंगिसी ऐसा
त्वत्स्वामित्वा सांप्रत जी मिरवीते भिनि का आंग्लभूमीते
मन्मातेला अबला म्हणुनि फसवीसी मज विवासनाते देशी
तरि आंग्लभूमी भयभीता रे अबला न माझि ही माता रे
कथिल हे अगस्तिस आता रे जो आचमनी एक क्षणी तुज प्याला ॥
सागरा प्राण तळमळला
The bond shared by this couple is itself divine. When Tatyarao was jailed, Yamunabai visits him. Tatyarao, at that time too, emphatically explains to her, that his service to the motherland comes first. The lady, not only understands, but also promises to help him in his fight.
Will cite an incident about the bonding between the two. When Tatyarao was in jail at Andaman, he was made to extract oil from the coconuts in a very traditional way, manually. He has to shred the coconuts with bare hands. And then using the manual machine, which he had to pull with all his might, (say so as he is very frail by then), extract oil. A work of bullocks is got done from humans. Truly inhumane! When Yamunabai comes to know of this, she is ready to go through the same pain. She herself everyday goes down on her knees and walks towards the Tulsi plant to water it and circumnavigate around it. Now imagine a lady (cannot imagine a man even) enduting this pain, just to be close to her husband. Hats off to the lady!
It is only through such dedication that Savarkar is what Savarkar is today. Nowhere do I want to belittle his own personality, but he is lucky to get such an understanding family which stands by his actions so strongly.
On his birthday, I bow to this great personality and pray to God to give us the intellect and emotions to understand him better and better!
A strong proponent of Hindu Philosophy, yet Savarkar was a pragmatic practitioner of the Philosophy. He insisted for validating religious myths/blind faith against the test of modern science. In that sense he was a rationalist and a reformer. While in prison, Savarkar wrote the work describing Hindutva, espousing what it means to be a Hindu, and Hindu pride, in which he defined as all the people descended of Hindu culture as being part of Hindutva, including Buddhists, Jains and Sikhs. In 1921, under restrictions after signing a plea for clemency (today the narrow minded make fun of him for writing it, but he had a bigger goal in mind and a better work to do than to churn oil everyday in the cellular jail). He was released on the condition that he renounce all his revolutionary and political activities. Travelling widely, Savarkar became a forceful orator and writer, advocating Hindu political and social unity. Serving as the president of the Hindu Mahasabha, a political party, Savarkar endorsed the idea of India as a Hindu Rashtra (Hindu Nation). He even started a temple for the so called untouchables of that time and anointed them as the “pujaris” of the deity of that temple.
Yes, he had his differences with the Congress and its way of working, but he was never personal. He would criticise Nehru and his government’s policies, but never did he personally attack Nehru or any other Congress leader. Yet, he never got pension as a freedom fighter till Nehru was alive. He received it only in the Government of Lal Bahadur Shashtri.
The Congress and particularly, the Gandhi clan hated / hate him to the core and have not left even a single chance to criticise him or politically oppose his thoughts for their own personal gains. He was named in the FIR for plotting to kill Mahatma Gandhi, but acquitted by the Highest Court of our country, the Supreme Court. Yet even today, the so called Gandhi’s blame him for that dastardly act. They even went to the extent of spying on him for years after independence.
He has written many books too. A few but famous amongst them are worth a read. 1857, The First War of Independence, Maajhi Janmathep, The Six Glorious Pages of Indian History, and Hindu-Pad-Patshahi. His poems are still sung by the young and the old with the same fervour and love for country. “Sagara Pran Talmalla” and “Jayostute” imbibe a spirit of Nationalism and love for one’s own country.
On 1 February 1966, Savarkar renounced medicines, food and water which he termed as atmaarpan (fast until death). Before his death, he had written an article titled “Atmahatya Nahi Atmaarpan” in which he argued that when one’s life mission is over and ability to serve the society is left no more, it is better to end the life at will rather than wait for death. On 26 February 1966 at his residence, Savarkar Sadan, in Dadar, Mumbai, he faced difficulty in breathing; efforts to revive him failed and he passed away at 11:10 a.m.
The radiant Sun light merged into the Sun. Today we can just bow down to this Mananshil Vyaktitva and as a tribute try to imbibe atleast one of his thoughts in our life during the coming years.
Plan to write and dwell upon this great thinker from today for next 3 days as 28th is his birthday. Hope you all will love this 3 blog series. In today’s blog, we learn about him being first in many things, relatively unknown to many of us.
अनादि मी अनंत मी, अवध्य मी भला मारिल रिपु जगतिं असा कवण जन्मला ।। धृ ।।
अट्टाहास करित जईं धर्मधारणीं
मृत्युसीच गाठ घालु मी घुसे रणीं
अग्नि जाळि मजसी ना खड्ग छेदितो
भिउनि मला भ्याड मृत्यु पळत सूटतो
खुळा रिपू । तया स्वयेंमृत्युच्याचि भीतिने भिववु मजसि ये ।। १ ।।
लोटि हिंस्र सिंहाच्या पंजरी मला
नम्र दाससम चाटिल तो पदांगुला
कल्लोळीं ज्वालांच्या फेकिशी जरी
हटुनि भंवति रचिल शीत सुप्रभावली
आण तुझ्या तोफांना क्रूर सैंन्य तें
यंत्र तंत्र शस्र अस्र आग ओकते
हलाहल । त्रिनेत्र तो
मी तुम्हांसि तैसाची गिळुनि जिरवितो ।। २ ।।
(Do exist from existence, and will exist till the existence, Cannot be killed,Do you know of such enemy who has been born anywhere, who can get me killed…।।)
The poet talks about his own existence for eternity and describes the beautiful understanding of death and soul as described by Lord Yogeshwar in Shreemad Bhagwad Geeta, in the later verses.
The Poet is none other than
– The only freedom fighter in the world who got 2 life sentences for fighting against the British Raj, and yet continued his socio – politico life for his country
– The only writer in the world whose book, 1857, The first war of Independence, was banned by 2 countries before even it went for publication
– The first graduate whose degree was taken back because of participating in the freedom struggle
– The first Indian student who refused to take the oath of allegiance towards the British Crown and the reigning Monarch and so could not practice law even after successfully completing his degree
– The first Indian freedom fighter to burn the British clothes to stake
– The first Indian freedom fighter to call for, “Purna Swarajya”, complete independence from the British rule
– The first jailed politico-revolutionary whose case was heard at International Court if Justice, Hague and the British Government had to apologise to the French for commuting such an act.
– A person who suggested that the Dharma Chakra should find it’s rightful place, in the centre of the Indian Flag, to which our first President of India, Shri Rajendra Prasad, responded positively.
– A person amongst the few, who thought about the development of India, even before it’s independence and started working for it, just as he was released from Andaman Jail.
– The first poet who wrote his poems on the walls of the Cellular Jail in Andaman with the help of Iron nails and coal, sometime even with his own nails. After gaining freedom from the jail, remembered and wrote all those poems, roughly 10,000 lines, all over again.
Such a great personality, an intellectual, an unparalleled leader, a visionary and a man who could look into the future, unknown to the masses, is none other than Swatantryaveer Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, also known as “Tatyarao”, to those who know him.
Bow down to this great personality and will talk about his political life tommorrow.
The latest rage on Instagram is about Boys Locker Room Stories. Dont want to get into the details of what the boys said. In short, they are discussing about calling a girl out and planning to rape her. It’s disgusting when I read it.
At the same time, we as a society need to find solutions too. Just criticising the boys or naming them in front of their families or maybe even subjecting them to some legal action will not be a permanent solution. Am not saying no to doing all this, but this is just a temporary solution. Will this not continue later? Rather it would with such type of boys being more alert about their chats and the ways to keep people away from them.
Let’s talk about long term solutions.
1. The families should be more engaging with growing kids, irrespective of gender of the child. Parents need to spend more time with kids, talk to them about their thought processes and problems. Talk and accept the thoughts of the younger generation with an open mind.
2. The society too needs to mould itself somewhere at some juncture which I think has arrived. The society too needs to see the relations between kids with an open mind, treat them as good friends and give them the space to spend time with each other. In no ways I am advocating spending time alone, but in publicly space without offending anyone.
3. The education system talks about sex education and educating kids thus. We have been doing this from a long time now yet the eagerness to know, to understand has led to different problems of such kinds we are discussing today. The system needs to educate the kids the right and the wrong, atleast when it comes to physical relationships. They need to mould them better. Teachers are the best people to mould their students in their teen age.
4. Openness in thoughts does not mean that we can talk about anybody or anything in the most weirdest of the manners. There is a limitation to this too. Kids need to made to understand the importance of values and especially boys need to be made to have a good outlook towards girls. Not to treat them as objects of pleasure or fun. Freedom to express comes with responsibilities needs to be emphasized.
5. There should be healthy discussions and debates amongst the younger generation on how to think, what to think and let them evolve through their thought process. At the same time, these discussions and debates need to facilitated by including the thoughts of wisdom from our books and experiences of our elders. The moderator needs to have a balanced view and should not be swayed by any one thought process.
In the same breath, I say, there will be many solutions to these problems but we as responsible humans and people need to come out and talk about them.
I personally am not shocked at what has happened cause this must be happening for a long time now. It has just seen the light now, that’s all. It’s the right time to strike when the iron is hot. Am happy that many boys are coming out very strongly against such things. So am positive that not all boys are bad. There may be a distracted or disillusioned few but we need to get them back too as they too are our kids.
The candle light vigils will only highlight the problem, not help us find solutions.
The girls can protect themselves. They do not need protection. We need to change our way of looking towards them.
It is high time that we as a just society sit, think, discuss and find a solution.
Am beginning a series through which I will be sharing my thought process through which I am going through now. With a positive frame of mind and positive thoughts would love if you all can give your feedback too.
It is time to spend
At home and with family
Love it and live it…
The migratory birds are here…
Vashi – Navi Mumbai and Thane creeks are now flooded with them. Just sharing a few pics…
Initiate our souls into the light
Flamingo yes your hue is burning bright
Your colors lighting up the night
We migrate out of darkness within you
Enlighten us to heal our weary hearts
To be with love and never to depart
Appreciating brand new starts
Your beauty resonates us deep within
We want nothing more than with you to be free
To fly away from stress along with thee
Our wings could only hope to grow
As beautiful as yours unfold
You are the breath of freshened air
Our spirits call to breathe repair
In my memory of you I see poise
Noticing your stance without a noise
Perfectly still you are seen
Tranquil in life’s pond so serene
As we pass through to become in ourselves
Teach us how to become nothing else
Than the magnetic beautiful creatures
Spirit designed with every feature
We are a gift to the flowing
Always coming always going
There never seems to be enough
Time in the universe thereof
To take a moment to enjoy
And therefore we destroy
This is an ode to your sweet nature
A song of love and light not danger
A memory we are creating
A vibrant show of figure skating
In the circle of acceptance now
Our wings are rising up to bow
Take in the scenery with deepened breath
Never afraid of shaking hands with death
For we are peaceful and at rest
Knowing we always do our best
A true beginning has no end
Drinking from life as we befriend
The journey of our soul path
In a spiritual rose bath
– Courtesy, The Terry Tree, Portland, Oregon
The following pictures are from the National Park located in Mumbai. The beauty of nature beckons us all to respect nature…
Tathastu! A blessing from God. Every now and then people line up at His residence to ask for something. To correct something. To change something. And while asking, we forget whether the thing we are asking for is truly needed or our asking is out of just boredom.
My Elder brother and Spiritual Master His Divine Holiness, Pandurang Shashtriji Athavale (Dadaji) always tell us during his discourses that think before you ask. Because if by chance God accepts your wish and says Tathastu, you do not know the consequences of it.
Friends, today while reading a message I was again reminded of this. Will share the message first with you all.
This qurantine is Gods way of accepting a ton of wishes of:
- Kids: Can we have no school and play all day? – Tathastu
- Women: can we have the undivided attention of my husband who works so hard?- Tathastu
- Husbands: I’m sick of this traffic and commuting i wish i cud stay at home and work n Get paid – Tathastu
- Working Moms: I wish I could spend some quality time with my kids and relax – Tathastu
- Students: I wish i wouldnt have to study for my exams? – Tathastu
- Old Parents: Wish our kids could spend more time with us rather than being busy everyday? – Tathastu
- Employee: Hate my job, i need a break.- Tathastu
- Employers: Have no life, wish could sit home and watch TV – Tathastu
- Mother Earth: I cant breathe, i wish I could get a break from all this pollution and chaos – Tathastu
Think about in today’s context and let’s all now think what all have we asked from Him.
Shouldn’t we think before asking for something?
How deep and futuristic should we be before asking?
Why should we ask when all our basic needs are being satisfied?
Friends resting, relaxing and playing at home, let’s all think about such small things in life too.
I wait for your word divine
Angelical and sweet as wine,
Intoxicate me out of your care
I dont wish that I should share…
But people do not understand
They find them like a magical wand,
And use them to fulfill their needs
But forget the love for their seeds…
For me I repeat they are my life,
Just like water to a thirsty life,
And they make live another day
To sit on their swing and sway…
Please keep in touch in these times
Your words sweet, the ringing chimes,
A day, a week, a fortnight, some time
Your words worthy more than a dime…
PS. : I have written this just now out of gratefulness to my Elder sister (Didiji), of whose Parivaar (family), She considers me a part of it. And I too consider it a blessing. Her love, Her attention, Her care, Her teachings, Her words are always an inspiration for me personally. Today I tell you all that the inspiration for me to write is only Her.
I know that the vegetable markets in the morning have been full with people and the media is showing it till now. I understand the danger associated with it and in no way support it.
But at the same time there is a part of Mumbai which is usually crowded but today listening to the PM and the CM, people have abandoned these places. They look so beautiful, empty. Sharing a few pics for your eyes.
Dont know who the photographer/s is, but dedicated to the photographer/s… Thank you so much for making our day.
It’s a treat to see all these monuments in this manner. We have so many good things around us which we fail to notice, but today let’s sit back and enjoy every such small thing.
Thank you, the original inhabitants of Mumbai…