Thursday, October 2, 2014


आज आश्विन क़ी अष्टमी है 
बापू का भी जन्मदिन है 
 खुशियां आपार  हैं
 फिर भी  तुम्हारा इंतज़ार 

बिटिया के हाथ पीले कर दिए 
मेहँदी भी खूब रची 
खुशियाँ आपार  हैं 
फिर भी  तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

विदेश घूमने गए 
खूब मस्ती लूटी 
खुशियाँ आपार  हैं 
फिर भी  तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

माँ और पिता पास ही हैं 
खूब आशिर्ववाद हैं उनका 
खुशियाँ आपार   हैं 
फिर भी तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

बिटिया बड़ी हो गयी 
अपने पैरों पर खड़ी  हो गयी 
खुशियाँ आपार हैं  
फिर भी तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

मन मैं शिव की जोत जल गयी 
अत्यंत  तृप्ति मिल गयी 
खुशियाँ आपार  हैं 
फिर भी तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

ईश्वर ने बहुत कुछ दिया 
और आगे भी देगा 
खुशियाँ आपार  हैं 
फिर भी  तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

जो ख़ुशी हासिल करना चाहती 
वो तुमसे और सिर्फ तुमसे ही मिलेगी 
इस लिए 
तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है, तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Dear Grandpa

I believe it is a good habit to dream. It doesn't matter how majestic or humble your dreams are. As long as you believe in your dreams , many will come true. It is a proven fact. And as per the book "The Secret', the law of attraction is a reality. I too have my share of dreams. At my age, most of them are realistic but even so, at times it is good to get drunk on the possibilities life may send your way.

This post is about one of my dreams coming true.

Two years back i visited the town of Phagwara in Punjab with my family. Why Phagwara? Well, my holiday in Phagwara took the shape of three Blog posts. I'll  let them  talk. You can read  them at :

So by now you know that i have a soft spot for Phagwara, for several reasons mentioned in the three posts.

The house my maternal parents lived in has long been sold . But my memories remain. In my Nani's house there was a picture of my maternal grand father, My Nana. My last visit as a kid was while i was about thirteen years old. But memories fade and all i recollect is that Nana's photo hung in the main big room. But i could not recollect anything about his face. My mind was a blank.

My Nana died in  1956, a year before my Mum got married. So i never met him . But i had time and again wondered about him. I had pictures of my paternal grand parents. my maternal grand  mother but i was totally clueless about my Nana. 

My knowledge about him was limited to what Mum had told me. He served as the Station Master in Railways in Phagwara. And that is all.

So when i visited Phagwara two years back i was thrilled to be able to trace many things. The house where  i was born, the neighbourhood , the temples nearby, the main buildings  and happily visiting my cousin sister who has lived all her life in Phagwara.

I returned from the trip with happy memories but at the back of my mind was the question mark about the identity and face of my Nana.

Since he left for his heavenly abode in 1956, there were only a handful of photos of him.  Sadly Mum did not have a photo of him. When i pestered her as to who might possibly possess one, she had suggested  i ask her brother, my Mamaji. This thought stayed in my subconscious mind for over two years.

And then it was time for my elder daughter to get married. So my three sisters came down to Faridabad  to attend the marriage. My eldest sister and my Mum planned to visit my Mamji in Ambala and invited me to join them for the one day trip.

I happily agreed as i love travel and it is always a god practice to stay in touch with relatives.

So we set off for Ambala. On reaching my Mamji's place my Mum and her brother were very a happy to see each other. and i realized that it was the first Navratra. As i settled in the room where my ailing Mamaji lay on the bed, i noticed the temple . There was a lighted diya even though it was past lunch time.

' Today i lit the diya late" my Mamiji explained.

And the next instant  Mum exclaimed:

'Look, a picture of my Bauji!"

I quickly glanced in the direction of her finger and sure enough there were two photographs with garlands on the wooden pelmet. The photos were of my Nana and my Nani.. Suddenly the room was filled with joy . A chair was brought and in the next instant both photographs were retrieved from the pelmet. There was dust settled  on the frames . The photos were cleaned as were the garlands  and then on, began the photo session.

I was absolutely thrilled to have discovered my Nana's photo as now i could see the face for myself. I had forgotten that Mum had suggested to me that i ask her brother about Nanaji's photo. But life gave me a bonus. And i took a long hard look at him.

And this is the pic of my Nanaji at a young age.

Dear Nanaji i am absolutely thrilled to have found you. We never ever met but seeing your photograph is a big thrill. The photo albeit faded due to time says a lot about you.

The gentle smile, the handsome positive face, the buttoned coat and above all the flower on your jacket tells me that you were a very spirited person brimming with life.

During my trip to  Phagwara i had especially gone to the Railway Station where you had served for several years.

I am happy that the missing link of my grand parent is now complete. Your picture shall soon grace my bedroom so that i can continue to have your blessings. And my daughters too are happy to know their maternal great grand father.

You shall continue to live in your grand children and your progeny. I am one proud woman today.

Like i said, sometimes life gives you a bonus. So never stop dreaming.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Janamashtami 2014

Like every year, today i.e. on 18th August my neighbourhood temple celebrates  the pious festival JANAMASHTAMI.

Here is a Photoblog.

Enjoy! Happy Janamshtami to all readers of Daffodils :)

Monday, June 30, 2014

Nahri temple , KASAULI

I recently holidayed in Kasauli with my family. I was visiting Kasauli after more than three decades and was very excited about re visiting the town again with my family. My earlier trip had been while i was a student in Punjab University, Chandigarh. I had gone on a day's visit with my batch mates.

Being spiritually inclined i always make it a point to visit  temples . along with other sightseeing activities . I  simply  have to make time out for a temple visit.

So i was told that there was an ancient Shiva temple in Kasauli. I set my heart to see this temple. Surprisingly  majority of the locals did not know about this ancient temple called Nahri temple. But a few did. so we set off on a 7 km ride through narrow roads, which ended at the  temple via gravel rods.

As we drove towards the temple the inhabitation became thinner and thinner and i wondered just how far the temple was.

After having covered a distance of 5 kms , we finally heaved a sigh of relief when we saw a signboard

 which assured us that despite  the locals being unaware of it, such an Shiva temple existed.

Taking a U turn from the sign board we drove on and reached the temple.

The temple is situated in Nahri village and thee idol of Lord Shiva and another idol of Maa Bagwati are inside the sacred chamber.

But the temple is beautifully made of white marble

 and as you stand there you get a lovely view 

of the hilly terrain. 

The Nahri temple, dedicated to the heavenly Lord Shiva and Goddess Durga, is believed to have been built around 150 years ago. Also known as the Jantar Mantar Choo Mantar Mahadev Mandir, this temple is famous for its festive celebrations of Shivratri and Dushera. The temple boasts of beautiful idols of Lord Shiva and Goddess Durga placed inside the sanctum of the temple.

 Near the temple, there is a century-old “bauri” (a natural source of water) which still provides sweet potable water. The temple is visited by thousands of pilgrims every year to offer their prayers to the almighty, and find solace in its enchanting and divine ambience.

I loved the absolute serene , calm and pristine pue atmosphere of the temple situated at approximately 6320 feet above seal level. . So much so that i plan to visit Kasauli once again and this time ill spend a few quiet hours meditating at this ancient but well maintained temple.

The drive is challenging but if you are fond of visiting temples like me, you must visit this Shiva temple.

Saturday, June 7, 2014


One moment faith
Another moment despair
One moment Yes
Another  moment can't be
My thoughts waver
Like a drunken  pendulum.

It is faith that keeps me going
Faith that rejuvenates my doubts
And yet
Every now and then
Doubts creep up without warning
Churning my desires
In a painful flash
Robbing me of peace
My tranquillity.

But behold
You may shake me up
Stir negativity
But by God
I shall never give up
Never give up my dream
For faith is that one reason
I am alive.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Gender Change

It is a paradox that in out country women are worshipped as Goddesses. The female half , or the Ardh Shakti is Goddess  Parvati, the consort of Lord Shiva.   Nevertheless the plight of Indian girls and women is shockingly beyond imagination. Child widows, dowry deaths, domestic violence, molestation and rape have become synonyms with the indian womanhood. 

While the new age Media its playing its role of doing away with old and useless traditions, a lot more needs to be done.

In 2013, the Holi festival brought relief to the widows of Vrindavan who had lived a life of anonymity and were shunned by the narrow minded and out dated society of our country.For the first time widows played Holi much to the joy of these  women who have been sidelined by society until 2013.

The pictures courtesy Deccan Chronicle vividly show the joy and gaiety of widows playing Holi with flowers and colors, Indeed a heart warming sight.

 In another heart warming news , Malavath Poorna,

a 13-year-old from Andhra Pradesh, became the youngest girl to set foot on the world’s highest peak, Mount Everest proving that girls are in no way lesser than their male counterparts.

In a third heart-warming news, Pankaja Gopinath Munde , the eldest daughter of the deceased politician performed the last rites of her father.

This third piece of news warmed the cockles of my heart. Because we are four sisters. And i have two daughters. I congratulated Mum and said to her:

"Mum, good news for both of us. Now our daughters will perform our last rites and we need not be on the lookout for our male cousins , nephews"

. I know it sounds morbid talking about death and last rites, but this is an emotion which can be understood only by those parents having only daughters and no son.

Early morning i shared the news of Pankaja with my daughter and we both nodded in unison and smiled happily.

Yes, today My Mum and i are very happy.

But this is just the  beginning. We need to question and change many other outdated gender issues and bring in relief and light in our society.

Till one more such news catches my attention, i sign off with a big smile on my face.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A new DAWN

Yesterday evening the entire nation and much of the world were glued to the TV screens to witness the Swearing in ceremony of our new Prime Minister Modiji.

It was an immensely dignified function which saw heads of states of SAARC countries expressing their solidarity towards Modji.

I sat in my living room , my eyes constantly on the TV  in a bid to watch each and every member of the cabinet take  their oath, stopping myself from going to the fridge to get a glass of soft drink.

But it was not always so. Politics and I were strange bedfellows for much of my life. The reason was an  incident from my childhood . As a kid growing up in Allahabad i had a brush  with politics which left a mark on me. In the mid 70s there was the Jan Sangh party beside the Congress. The party workers would distribute badges and we would run to get one. But what put me off was a slogan they used:

Jan Sangh to vote do
Beedi peena chod do
Beedi main tambakoo hai
Indira Gandhi daaku hai

Even as a child i was aghast at this outrageous slogan and i decided that politics wasa   dirty game and i would have nothing to do with it, where the opposition did not spare a thought about the kind of language they used to highlight their own party.

My next brush was in Chandigarh. As a student in Punjab University i witnessed the whole commotion of Univ elections. I would have been a mute spectator but for the post election scenario. Girls in open jeeps applauding  and celebrating the victory of their candidates  in a near drunken state. To me this sight was very unwomanly and once again i shut doors on Politics.

Once i got married with maturity came awareness and i would keep stock of top news , never going deep into any happening. But some incidents left a mark nevertheless. The assassination of both Indira Gandhi and Rajiv Gandhi, the Mandal commission outrage, the siege of the Golden temple in Amritsar, the Sikh riots in Delhi, the Kargil War and other incidents.

But a real awakening of my duty as a citizen of my nation happened only a few years back. We the people would complain about bad governance but would not exercise our right to vote and thus had no business to blame the ruling party.  But more than this it was an article i read on Political  Illiteracy which finally woke me up from  my political  slumber.

The article, without mincing word said that of all kinds of illiteracy the greatest illiterates were  the political illiterate. Because it was this kind of illiteracy which stopped growth and development. It was politics that would decide the cost of onions and flour. Politics that would make it possible to wipe the tears of an orphan. Politics that would ensure a roof for the homeless, Politics that would provide three square meals to the poor.. Politics that could empower women.  And finally i woke up and realized that it was my duty to be an alert citizen and politics was to be embedded  in our daily life.

Hence i watched the pre election scenario with a lot of interest. The number of scams in the last decade had made everybody turn away from the Congress. The results of 2014 elections gave their thumbs down, The AAP many believed would bring in a change but perhaps we expected too much from a one year old party. Instead India gave their mandate to BJP , bringing in the  Modi wave.

And the results are here. Shri Narendra   Modiji has been elected as the 15th Prime Minister of India The entire  country and beyond witnessed the swearing in ceremony last evening at Rashtrapati Bhawan.

Today we have social media as a very far reaching tool for almost every sphere of life, Politics included. Within minutes of the swearing in ceremony of Modiji, his website was updated and his message posted. Below is  Modiji's letter to the nation and rest of the world.

My dear fellow Indians and citizens of the world,


A very warm welcome to the official website of the Prime Minister of India.
On 16th May 2014 the people of India gave their verdict. They delivered a mandate for development, good governance and stability. As we devote ourselves to take India’s development journey to newer heights, we seek your support, blessings and active participation. Together we will script a glorious future for India. Let us together dream of a strong, developed and inclusive India that actively engages with the global community to strengthen the cause of world peace and development.
I envision this website as a very important medium of direct communication between us. I am a firm believer in the power of technology and social media to communicate with people across the world. I hope this platform creates opportunities to listen, learn and share one’s views.
Through this website you will also get all the latest information about my speeches, schedules, foreign visits and lot more. I will also keep informing you about innovative initiatives undertaken by the Government of India.
Narendra Modi

We, the people of India have  a lot of expectations from you and your governance. We are waiting for  acche din. We are waiting for CHANGE. We are waiting for prosperity, growth, development and  an end to corruption.

We are hoping you will be the harbinger of CHANGE. The nation has put their trust and faith in you. Let a new India emerge from today.