Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
My greatest blessing in life has been my parents. It is they who not just gave brought me to this world but gave their last breath to raise their four daughters. While they made sure that our every material need was taken care of within their budget, my father recited stories from scriptures, used proverbs to covey realities of life and above all taught us values.
I feel blessed to belong to the VATSA clan. I thank my ancestors.
Coupled with the values given to us by my parents, was the wonderful environment of Bamruli where i grew up. It was a colony way ahead of its time. Very open, very modern, very Cosmoplitan and thriving with life and postiivity.
It is the combination of my parents's upbringing, the happy growing up years in Bamrauli and an ever abiding deep faith in the almighty which has shaped my life.
I was a happy, innocent girl till the day i got married I was totally unprepared for the atrocities that life would throw my way. As i trudged along my unhappy married life, it was my upbringing that saw me through As the difficulties kept escalating i wondered where GOD was. Or how he could afford to be such a callous onlooker.
After a twenty year old journey God manifested himself in my life. In the form of a stranger when my own kith and kin had abandoned me.
And thus began a new phase in my life. but this too was extremely difficult, fraught with mental agony, stress, patches of darkness. The only difference as that every time my faith was temporarily shaken, i would pray to God and without fail get strength and go on ill the next hurdle came along. cos i had seen proof of God in my life.
slowly by slowly i figured out my destiny.
Having experienced God's presence in my life, i feel each day is a gift. Like today. It is mother's Day. I had overlooked this till i was reminded by my laptop.
I feel that Hinduism is one of the richest religions in the world. But it is also a paradox. The religion that worships Godesses and Devis has a history of ill treating its women.
Be it Sita
But all is not lost. There is hope. This morning i came to know about a unique temple in Uttar Pradesh. It is situated between Allahabad and Varanasi, in a place called Sitmarhi. This is the place where Sita went underground after her exile in Valmiki Ashram.
Here is a 108 feet long statue of Lord Hanuman , with folded hands asking Sita Mata to forgive everyone and not leave them behind.
Undoubtedly the most significant relation in this word is a MOTHER. She not only nurtures life inside her, gives birth to a miracle and showers unconditional love to her offspring.
Thanks to the Western culture, we can cerebrate such a day in India too. I feel a society should not be closed. while celebrating its own uniqueness it should be open to learning and adopt good aspects of other cultures. Moral policing and fanaticism should be banished form society. It is only then we shall grow and prosper and prosper as human beings.
Now coming to the title of this post.
I feel that all wrongdoings in this world arise froms COLDNESS of heart. The coldness that we let live in our hearts. Instead of love, compassion and empathy.
As a rule i avoid driving. But whenever i have to , i do drive in Faridabad.
i love going to temples early morning as i find the experience very uplifting. For a long time i have been going to Mata Vaishno Devi's temple is NIT Faridabad.
Yesterday i went their around 10 am when there was high traffic on Mathura road. As i made my way, i saw a little boy, barely five year old with an empty water bottle in his hand, begging the waiting cars for money. As i looked toward my right my attention was caught by another five year old boy sitting on the pavement. I was stunned by what he was doing. he had a broken piece of a marble mortar, a stone and a rope. This was his toy. and he was content wit that.
As i looked at these two little boys my heart stopped beating for a second . i wondered whether i would have reached where i am today if my childhood had been spent begging and playing with stones on the pavement.
yet we all turn a blind eye to such realities of life. All because of the COLDNESS WITHIN.
The day we admit he thee coldness in our heart, we shall TEAR DOWN OUR IVORY TOWERS and try to make some semblance of justice in this world.
This is my message on Mother's Day.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
On May 3 , 100 years ago, Indian cinema's first full length feature, Raja Harishchandra was released. The silent film, directed by Dadasaheb Phalke, marked the beginning of the nation's longstanding affair with cinema. And a 100 years later, filmmaker Shivendra Singh Dungarpur decided to tell the world the story of a man who was never a filmmaker but made films his entire life. His documentary feature, Celluloid Man, celebrates PK Nair, the founder of National Film Archive of India — a man Indian cinema owes more than it has ever acknowledged.
Saans me teri saans mili to
mujhe saana aayi, mujhe saans aayi.....
Rooh ne choolli jism ki khushboo
tu jo paas aayi, tu jo paas aayi
What is in a movie? A slice of society. A slice of history. A slice of emotions. A timeless saga. A heart wrenching love story.
Indian Cinema is in complete without dance and music.
Personally for me . i have to thank Gulzar Saheb for the touching lyrics of the song
sans meain teri saans mili to......
Shreya Ghshal and Mohit Chauhan for the velvety voices............
And SRK and Katrina for the larger than life cinematic performance
and Yash Chopra for making this poignant, beautiful, haunting love story. Your last Yashji, and debatedly one of your career best.
Personally for me, on 3 May, the song Saans strangely revealed the TRUTH of my life, almost. Love Indian Cinema!
Wishing Indian Cinema a g lorious 1000 years!