Saturday, July 15, 2017

The light from a burning bridge

The quietly staring midnight moon 
From behind the turquoise drapes 
Sends the sneaking silver ray 
Reminding me of the last May

From the hamlet across the bridge 
You drew a perfect narrow ridge
To see the waning moon
Lying with the stars
Whilst sitting on the grass

Oh so beautiful the bridge it was
With the locks chained till far
The padlocks on both the sides
Made it a scene so blithe


The bridge couldn't carry the fetters
It burnt to burn the shackles
The padlocks jibbed wildly
With the fire engulfing wholly

The intense light from the burning bridge
Lit up the hamlet across the bridge
With the shimmering narrow ridge
The locks shrieked a clinking pitch

It's the best light cried the hamlet
Only to find the bridge burnt half
The padlocks clinkered half
The light rendered from the half

Half it burnt to burn again
For the best light?
Or half it burnt to level again
To mount the best light?

Gracias!
 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Book Review : Think With Me



About the Book

Title: Think With Me
Author: Subrata Roy Sahara
Publisher: Rupa Publications
ISBN: 978-81-291-4225-2
No. of Pages: 111
Price: 150 INR
Genre: Non-Fiction

About the Author

Subrata Roy Sahara (born 1948) popularly known as 'Saharasri', is one of the most successful and talked about figures of corporate India. When he laid the foundation of Sahara India Pariwar in 1978 with a capital of INR 2K and 3 workers, who would have imagined his company's meteoric rise to an asset base worth INR 1,73,000 crore within a span of just thirty -eight years.

This is his second book in the 'Thoughts from Tihar' trilogy. the first book 'Life Mantras', was a National Bestseller after its launch in February 2016. the book secured the No.1 position twice in the non-fiction genre and also remained in the top 5 best-selling books across India for 7 continuous weeks.

A teacher, guide and a proud guardian to his over 1.2 million fellow workers, he ascribes his success to his philosophy of 'Collective Materialism' which means continuous collective growth for collective sharing and caring.

The Cover Speaks

The cover of the book has a silhouette of a man sitting on a mould in a pondering state. The pale yellow cover of the book with the embossed title gives it a plain sober look. 

Synopsis

There is no doubt that India has made rapid progress and achieved prosperity too, yet the goals that we set for ourselves are still unfulfilled or underachieved. It is a harsh reality that we have bigger problems today than we had at the time of Independence. These problems are not good signs for the future of India.

"When we see the problems related to political leadership, population growth, education, the media and religion going from bad to worse, a natural question comes up in our minds. Where, after all, did we go wrong? What happened during our democratic journey of independent India that we are faced with nasty problems on all these fronts? Why couldn't we teach people occupying places of responsibility that rights are given to perform your genuine duties, not to serve your personal whims, false ego and greed?"

It is the author's firm belief that if the problems related to the above five fundamentals issues continue to be as they are, the nation will be hit by a crisis of unimaginable proportions, our national edifice would crumble and everything that our leaders had valued and held sacred for the love of the country before independence, would be lost forever. So, the author, through a deep-seated and thought provoking commentary on these issues invites you to think along with him and ponder over them honestly and sincerely. While going through the book, you may come across points where you differ with the author but in the end, you will be convinced that to make our country ideal, the need is for wider awakening on the issues as discussed in the book.


Book Review

This book encompasses over five sections discussing five major problems of India.
1. Electoral system and leadership
2. Population
3. Education system
4. Media
5. Religion

The author discusses the problems in each of these areas faced by the independent India and suggest his ways to mitigate the problems. I personally didnt find the suggestions put forward by the author as something unheard of. It sounded like an essay which we used to read in schools every now and then. Many-a-times, author has mocked at the present situation and his solutions seems to aggravate the condition instead of being a feasible solution. You can read the book to know about the author's perspective of the problems faced by young India.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
2/5

Gracias! 
  
'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Friday, April 7, 2017

Book Review : GYAAN



About the Book

Title: Gyaan
Author: Bhaumik Shah
Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers 
ISBN: 978-93-86126-72-6
No. of Pages: 95
Price: 150 INR
Genre: Self-help guide/Motivational 

About the Author

Bhaumik Shah enjoys pondering over life bewilderments. Although a pensive person by nature, he has been trying to learn meditation, without much success since last 4 years. He is unmarried and the proud owner of the web domain nashaadi.com and that doesn't mean he won't get married). This is his first attempt at writing a book.

The Cover Speaks

The cover of the book has a word cloud of all human emotions highlighted here and there. And in the middle of the word cloud is GYAAN, the baba with a modern look, wearing western outfit and carrying a spectacle over eyes with a tuft of hair lock in front, interestingly not at the back which most of the baba carries. The tag line - Love Life, Live Life completes the cover of the book.

Synopsis

This book is simply a package of 30 months of life musings, countless conversations and exchange of life experiences. It's not to give you continuous motivation. It's not to keep you happy every time. It's not to make your life perfect. It's not to solve your life problems. This is an effort to make you realize that life is  not perfect. To tell you to accept your life as it is, with problems. to make you realize that in this journey, you are not alone; we all are on the same boat.

Book Review

This book has an interesting story behind its evolution. The author thought of adding some flavours to his life and he decided to pen down his life lessons over a Facebook page . Hence, GYAAN was born and love of the readers and friends forced Bhaumik to compile the best of his posts into this book. 


This book is a perfect read to understand the life and its mysteries without putting stress on your brain. Author has tried to put forward his take on most of the possible scenarios. Most of us look for an answer for every WHY life throws at us. But author has expressed his answer ina different manner. Grab the book and enjoy it. It's a very enlightening and light read. I completed the book straight in an hour. Here are some of the excerpts which I liked the most - 

"There is a reason- you are you. He is he. She is she. I am me. There is a reason- we all are different."

"Be gentle with your life. With yourself. How much good or bad it is, it's yours!"

"Believe it or not, fortunately or unfortunately, happily or sadly, Love can happen multiple times! It's a feeling- can't be controlled."

"Relationship survives when we share emotions- not Emoticons!"

"Things aren't always going to be okay! and that's OKAY."

"A cup of favourite drink, a book or a nice movie, sitting in balcony or on your bed, and spending time with self- can be the most beautiful holiday."

Kudos Bhaumik for sharing your wonderful thoughts with us and making us see life through a different angle.



Happy Reading!


My Rating
4/5

Gracias! 
 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Book review : Kissing the Demon



About the Book

Title: Kissing the Demon
Author: Amrita Kumar
Publisher: HaperCollins Publishers India
ISBN: 978-93-5264-303-5
No. of Pages: 245
Price: 350 INR
Genre: Self-help guide

About the Author

Amrita Kumar is an anthologist, novelist, writing-mentor and creative writing teacher. She began her career in the godowns of Daryaganj to select books for a chain of bookshops, moving on as research writer for the Department of Culture, Government of India, then on to publishing as associate editor, Penguin India; editor-in-chief, Roli Books; managing editor, Encyclopedia Britannica; editor, Indian Design & Interiors magazine; and vice-president, Osian’s Literary Agency. In addition, she has freelanced for Rupa & Co., HarperCollins India and Oxford University Press. She lives in New Delhi.

The Cover Speaks

The white cover with the embossed title gives makes it elegant to hold. It is a handbook written for creative writer to help him/her in his/her writing sojourn.

Synopsis

Do you have a great story to tell but don’t know where to begin or how to give it shape? 

Whether you’re an aspiring writer or a seasoned one, a writer of fiction or narrative non-fiction, Kissing the Demon will help you navigate the maze of plot construction, narrative viewpoint, character development, dialogue creation and description even while allowing your imagination to flow. 

Written by an editor and publisher who has for over four decades nurtured some of India’s finest writers, it also tackles the insular world of publishers, agents, contracts and editors. It tells you how to find a publisher or agent, what gets a publisher’s attention and what turns it off – all the stuff writers take years to learn. 

Finally, it offers solutions to the vexing issue of balancing everyday life with writing, a problem every writer faces and the reason why so many books remain unwritten. 

George Orwell once described writing as a horrible, exhausting experience, and that he wouldn’t have written a single book were he not driven by some demon he could neither resist nor understand. Kissing the Demon will make your journey as a writer a little less painful, make you look upon that demon with a little more love.

Book Review

This book is written for writers, be it a neophyte or a pro, to help him handle the demon of writing in a more placating manner. Every writer when makes an advent to his writing journey often comes across several problems, from procrastination to writer's block, from struggling with the story plot to penning down the climax, from publishing to marketing. All these problems have a solution and author Amrita Kumar with her wide experience in the writing field helps in finding the solution. She has diligently explained how can one approach in making the story plot more interesting. She hasn't limited herself to fiction but non-fiction writers will also get to learn strategies devised by her to make their drafts more appealing. She has well explained the nuances of character building. Amrita has written a self-help guide to show the correct path to every writer. The book also tells you how to get your book published and make your new write-up reach to a wider audience. This is a must book for every writer of you are stuck in your plot or write-up, struggling with the dialogue creation or confronting with the editors. A gist of her experience in the world of writing and publishing is bound to help the budding writer.

Happy Reading!


My Rating
3.5/5

Gracias! 
  


'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Monday, March 13, 2017

Book Review : Finding Juliet




About the Book


Title: Finding Juliet
Author: Toffee
Publisher: Srishti Publishers & distributors
ISBN: 978-93-82665-85-4
No. of Pages: 216
Price: 195 INR
Genre: Fiction

About the Author


Toffee is a simple guy who loves the complications of life. He used to write code by the day and books by the night earlier. But currently, he is busy writing assignments and chasing deadlines in his Master's in Business Analytics from the University of South Florida. Toffee loves narrating interesting stories with subtle insights. Through books, he wants to share beautiful stories, reach out to people and touch their hearts. Finding Juliet is his second book, written especially for India's Generation-Y. The author can be reached here.

The Cover Speaks


The crimson cover of the book adorns a guy with a nerdy yet cool look. While the headphones lying on his neck make him cool, the wayfare frames give him a nerdy look. Two hands of different girls are shown caressing him which gives a hint that though he is having many girls in his life but is looking for the real love of his life.

Synopsis


Arjun is an incredibly nice guy who believes in true love and is waiting for it with open arms. He falls in love, not once or twice, but thrice. And every single time, happiness – like the girls he fell for – comes very close to him before pushing him away. His only pillar of strength in all his moments of grief and dejection is his childhood friend Anjali. 

Dejected by the games played by girls and fate, he leaves Hyderabad forBangalore and ends up meeting Krish, an irresistible flirt. He understands Arjun's predicament, pacifies him with his words and enlightens him about the most complicated species ever created by God – Women.

And then, Arjun's life changes forever. 

Will Arjun find the one he has been waiting for, or will he end up becoming a flirt? Will he ever taste lasting happiness? 

Join Arjun as he tries to figure out women and discovers the meaning of love, lust and life.. all in his journey of Finding Juliet

Book Review

The story starts with Arjun and his friend Krish sitting in a bar discussing their problems. Krish is depicted as a flirt who turns out to be Arjun's saviour. Five-six pages down the book, the college life of Arjun is presented and I start losing interest in the book. The women are presented as a mere beauty object and boys rating them over their physical appearance. Quoting a line, "She wore a light pink churidar with a dupatta that covered her breasts fully.This is so disgusting that the protruding genitals of women though hidden beneath her Indian attire become the only point of attraction. Howsoever, she tries to cover them, the lecherous men begin to focus there only. The author can defend himself under the freedom of expression and quote it's a form of art. Right Sir! but you have to keep in mind that you are presenting your artform to a large audience especially youngsters. If they also try to objectify women then I'm very scared where our nation is heading? In my opinion, the use of words could have been modified to convey the same emotions of the protagonist. 

I continued the book despite finding it against my will just to wonder if this is what the life of IT guy looks like. Arjun finds several girls in his life to satiate his lust but was always betrayed by them. His only childhood friend Anjali appears to be his final solace. The end of the story is quite predictable with no thrills. 

I'm blatant honest while writing this review. These are my personal opinion and are in no way directed to defame the author. It's just that as a person, the story plot is not so palatable to me. Others might like this story. So give it a shot and let me know how did you find the book?

Happy Reading!


My Rating
2/5

Gracias! 
 
'I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.'

Sunday, February 19, 2017

वादा


जो मिलने का वादा करके 
न मिलने का बहाना बनाए 
समझ लेना दोस्त
वो वादों के मायने नहीं समझते 
और जो वादों को ना समझे 
उन्हें अपनी यादों में पनाह ना देना |

Gracias!
 

उस पार

उठा यादों का बस्ता  
चल पड़ा मैं वही रस्ता
जहाँ चाय की चुस्की 
में छुपी थी मेरी ख़ुशी 
ख़ुशी रोज़ उससे मिलने की
जी भर के बतियाने की 
हवा में ख्वाबों को बुनने की            


रस्ता नहीं बदला पर शायद वक्त बदल गया 
वक़्त के साथ हम बदल गए 
और हमारे साथ ख़ुशी के मायने भी 
दो आने के कंचों से ऊँचे मंचो तक पहुँचने की होड़ 
और तभी पीछे छूट गयी हमारी वो प्यारी सी हँसी 

फेसबुक व्हाट्सएप्प पे ढूंढने लगे बिछड़े यारों को 
पर अब सब कुछ सिर्फ लाइक्स और कमैंट्स तक ही सिमट गया
खोया यार मिलके भी मिल न पाया 
और मैं चाह कर भी उसे याद दिला न पाया

उसकी जिंदादिली और बेकार चुटकुले ही तो थे 
जो मुझे खींचकर वापिस उस तक लाये थे 
पर जैसे वो समय से रेस लगाने में लगा हुआ है
अपनी ख़ुशी छोड़ दूसरों को खुश करने में लगा हुआ है  

देख कर बदला यार 
न जाना चाहा मैंने उस पार
उठा अपना बस्ता 
टटोला यादों का गुलदस्ता 
देख जहाँ अपना पुराना यार 
जाना चाहा मैंने फिर उस पार


Gracias!
 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Warm Magic @ Office

The heavy traffic at the crossroad was the most annoying part of my way towards office. The office was hardly 5 kms away from my home but the mammoth traffic made it a crawling journey lasting from one to one and a half hours. I was already getting late that day and the vehicles were queuing up at the junction. The red light was still on. The sun was fuming and so was I. The weather was getting hot and suffocating. The light turned yellow and every one waited on our side to see it go Green. People were getting restless and the honking of horns grew loud. Some were adjusting their helmets, some were getting ready to zoom past as the signal allows them. The lights were finally green for my side. While the other three sides freezed, people from my side rushed to get out of the crossroad junction. I too adjusted my helmet and made my way and was about to cross the road when suddenly someone flew past me. I landed onto the road and what happened afterwards, I couldn't recall.

I woke up in the hospital with a fractured hand and a fractured leg. Ghosh! I wanted to cry seeing myself in the bed. I wanted to ask the person what hurry he was in ? But no matter who I blame now, I have to take rest for another twenty days to get back to normal life. My fingers searched for my phone. The nurse said "everything including your phone and vehicle got smashed, you are lucky to have a life again." I chuckled at being called lucky.

My parents came rushing to the city to take me back to the hometown. I asked them to inform in the office about this accident. Since, I had no phone, I could not connect to my boss. But my parents were so upset at my situation that they didnt pay heed to my words.

Finally, after two days, I messaged one of my colleague on social media about the tragedy and told her my tentative joining date. Meanwhile at home, I was being pampered with turmeric milk, fruits and what not. There was a warmth in their care which kept me going.

Zoom past a month, I was hale and hearty again and was granted fitness certificate by the doctor. My family asked me to take care of myself. How much I wanted to stay back. I was going to miss them. But I had to join the office soon. I didnt want to go to the office. I wondered how no one from the corporate world asked about my well being, my whereabouts. Am I just a resource to them toiling in day and night to meet the project deadlines? I had made up my mind to put the paper same day.

I reached the office and occupied my desk. Necks turned to acknowledge me but no one came at my desk to ask about my health. My throat went dry and I rushed towards water cooler. I so wanted to leave this place right now. I realized what asset I was to the company. I strolled outside for some fifteen minutes to calm down myself. I had made my mind to go and type down a resignation letter straight away. I will find some better place to work in where people atleast consider me a human.

I went inside and stepped towards my cubicle to find my boss and team members waiting for me. My emotions suddenly changed from complaining to contemplating. As I reached my desk, my boss enquired about my health and so does everyone else. They had written "GET WELL SOON" on my desk board and put the chocolates beside the mouse. That was a very WARM moment in the office. How I was fuming at my team for being so inanimate but they were kind enough to receive me well and apologized for being unable to connect with me in absence of any contact number. Yes, I had completely forgotten about my smashed phone. I had not even renewed the sim card and the number was not in use for quite some days. I thanked them all and my fingers raced to type out a thank-you note for my team.



Gracias!
 
I’m blogging about my #MagicOfWarmth moment at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil

Magic of Warmth

The morning started with the loud banging of drums and rhythmic euphony of footsteps. It was 26th January, Republic day of India. I felt grateful to take breath in Republic and free India. But I asked myself to reconsider my idea of taking a house near a government school. The arrow has left the quiver and it was too late to ask the landlord to give back the deposit. Nevertheless, I only wanted to wake up to the morning school bell, to enjoy the chuckle of tiny tots. But despite all my efforts to run away from the troubles of life, I attracted more of them. I sometimes laughed at myself for being the trouble-magnet. I wanted to doze off some more but the cacophony plus the loud talks of my new roommate in the wee hours made it impossible for me. My head hadn't got over from the pain of last night. It was still whirling round giving me dizziness shots. 



I stepped out of my bed and went straight into kitchen for a glass of water. Just then my eyes fell on her in the adjacent room talking at pull pitch. I wanted to curse her but I tried to keep cool. I had told her several times in the past one week to bare me some peace. I cant take any loud sounds when Migraine accompanies me but she rendered a deaf-ear to my plea. I came back to my room, latched the door but the ruckus continued to entertain me. Her phone kept on buzzing every now and then. And I could only interpret a big Thank-you from her every time. I swallowed another pain killer to bid adieu to Migraine but Alas! such a stubborn friend he is!!

How much I wanted to see the Republic day parade, the contingents marching down the Rajpath in a perfect sync and the tableaus of various states defining their rich culture. But my friend had vowed to entertain me the whole day with his painful fits. I prepared a rich coffee to serve my friend and Voila! he seems pleased with my hospitality and bid me adieu for the day to come back soon. And to my surprise, my roomie also bid adieu. I wonder if both of them are good friends and have planned together to give me a  break. I was prancing all alone on my toes.

I was surfing the internet, browsing through the glimpse of Republic day celebration, when suddenly the door bell rang. The delivery boy stood in front of me with a wrapped box and a card affixed over it. I signed as recipient and shut the door. It was not for me, but for my roomie. Out of curiosity, I took a sneak peak into the envelope and found out it was her birthday. OMG! her birthday, that's why she was up till late the previous night and today morning also she got up early to attend to the phone calls. I reconnected the dots and felt so stupid of me for cursing her secretly. After all, it was her day, once in a year it comes and she should enjoy it to the best. I was feeling a little guilty but at the same time wondered why she refrained to share her happiness with me? Am I so sick to celebrate? I suddenly stopped myself from uttering more curse words and quickly made my mind to plan a surprise for her. 

The clock had ticked 10pm but there were no sign of her. How much I was yearning for her arrival today, otherwise I would have felt at peace. I giggled to myself. I again pampered myself with a coffee in her wait. The door bell rang as I was about to sip the last of the coffee. I was excited but I kept a bland face and opened the door. She greeted me with a smile. I smiled back pretending to be naive to know nothing about the day. 


As she entered her room, I went into my room. Five minutes later, I heard a burst and she laughing out loud. The very next moment she banged into my room, pulling my hands and embracing me. Oh! What a warm wonderful moment it was. A hug from a person you just got to know by chance a few weeks back is so warm and lovely. She tickled my cheeks and said, "You naughty. Thank-you so much!". I quipped,"Its about to end. Let's do it fast!." Surprised at my words, she gave me a quizzing look. I pointed at the wall- clock and said."Just one more hour of your dominance." She laughed and dragged me to the living room. 


She quickly unpacked a lunch box and offered me the smeared cake piece with a wink,"This is all I could save for you." I happily accepted and asked, " Did you like it?"

"Oh! It will remain one of the most memorable birthdays of my life. What a tacky way!"

"Yeah! I wanted to surprise you at some odd place apart from your room so I tied a Balloon to the Bathroom latch and placed the chocolate potato cutlet cake over the bucket."

"Thank-you so much dear."

I made her cut the cutlet cake and dabbed a piece of it into her mouth. She was smiling ears to ears enjoying every bit of the cutlet cake. She asked," Did you made it on your own?"
I nodded and said,"Don't underestimate the culinary skills of your room mate."

She admired the scrumptious cake and suddenly said, "Hey! sorry for the loud talks in the morning. I tip-toed last night to make sure you are not disturbed. But in the morning I couldn't help it."

I said, "It's okay. It's just one day", eyeing her for the future talks.

She continued,"Actually last year I met with an accident and lost half of my hearing power. I got carried away in the morning and didnt realize that I can't hear but the person on other side can hear whispers too." 

I was taken aback by her sudden revelation. I caught hold of her hand and hugged her.

"You know Deaf and dumb make the best friends", I solaced her.

"I didn't know dumb can speak these days."

"Yeah, special type of dumbs."

We laughed off and the warmth of the celebration wafted into the air.





Gracias!
 
I’m blogging about my #MagicOfWarmth moment at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil

Saturday, January 21, 2017

#WINxpress At Ahmedabad - Blogadda

"I love meeting new people; I think everyone has a story to tell. We should all listen sometimes." -- Kim Smith
How true it is! There are so many stories out there which just need a patient hearing. Blogadda, the leading platform for Indian bloggers came with such an event to gather bloggers from around the city of Ahmedabad. It was an attempt by Blogadda to inspire the budding writers and instill the spirit of blogging with a new fervor. "Let blogging do the talking" was the motto of this event. The team of Blogadda believes that there is no inspiration without motivation and sharing your views makes a huge difference, so they had invited six eminent bloggers and writers who were carving a niche for themselves in the world of blogging.

The event was decided to be held at Cafe City Monk, Ahmedabad, a lovely place with a lovely ambience for book lovers and writers. Why?? See the place yourself.



I entered the cafe and was happy to see the wall art and dangling books and lamps. I was new to this city so didnt know any of the bloggers here. A gentleman kicked off a conversation and he was none other than the CEO of Blogadda, Mr. Nirav Sanghvi. Such a humble and grounded person he is. After a little chit chat about his journey, I felt happy to know the person behind this platform.

The session started with the introduction of Team Blogadda through a small video covering their journey till now. After that we had an ice-breaking session. We were divided into groups and one person from each group had to tell a secret about one of the persons of his/her group. After that, people from all the groups were given 10 minutes to mingle with each other and find out who that person is who had been mentioned a few minutes back. This became an interactive session amongst the bloggers. 

Then we had sessions from the speakers who were invited to share their two cents about their blogging/vlogging journey and tips on how to make it more effective.


Following were the speakers:

Juhi Bansal – http://www.closetbuddies.in/
Rishabh & Nirali Shah – http://gypsycouple.com/
Paresh Godhwani – http://pareshg.com/
The session continued with every speaker sharing his/her strategy and fellow bloggers asking their queries. Meanwhile, the snacks were being served to satiate the hunger pangs.

The much awaited interactive Session with Raksha Bharadia, author of 'Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul' kickstarted. She read out a very inspiring short story and I went gaga over her story telling art. Such an eloquent speaker she is. Then she asked each of us to write a short story. She picked up one of the introduction from the audience and told how effective she would have written it. Likewise, she proceeded with the body and conclusion of the story. It was an eye-opening session. She effectively taught us the art of story composition by an example.

The session ended with a round of snacks and goodies for every attendee. Did I mention about the twitter activity. Well! there was a twitter activity announced at the beginning and I was one among the winner for my perky tangy tweets :) Thanks Blogadda for WINxpress event.

Gracias!
 

Saturday, January 14, 2017

MOMS

This post is titled as MOMS. Why?? 
Are you expecting an article on mother, her selfless love and her charismatic persona? Today is not Mother's day and actually it doesn't need a day to write about our lovely and powerful super Moms. 

Here is the acronym for this post -
M - Mothers
O - on
M - Makar
S - Sankranti

Today is Makar Sankranti, 14th January 2017. Since morning, music and kites have made their way in the air. This festival is called Uttarayan in Gujarat  which marks the day when the sun begins its northward journey and enters the sign of Makar (the Capricorn) from the Tropic of Cancer. The sun moves from Dakshinayana (south) to Uttarayana (north) hemisphere. 

Comes Uttarayan and people, young and old alike, can be seen holding a bunch of kites running upstairs adjusting the google over eyes and cap on head. Children are found dividing themselves into pairs, one who will fly the kite and one who will hold the phirki. Often this turns into a funny brawl with elders settling the quarrel asking them to settle for turns  with each getting a chance to fly the kite. The elder siblings or friends set up a good music system on the terrace and the entire colony( residential area) seems to groove to the peppy numbers as well as popular folk songs (garba songs). 


Today I woke up (read as late) to the Gujarati music being played loud amidst the yells of "kaypo chhe", "e lapet", "phirki vet phirki" . As I stepped out , the sky was full of colorful kites. All were so full of enthusiasm and great fervour. Never have I seen the uncle to the right so energetic and lively. It seemed as if someone has turned on the vibrant mode (after Vibrant Gujarat) and people are bathing in laughter and colorful threads. The girl on the left holding phirki was cheering her brother to fly the kite more high. A gang of friends at the back had arranged all the snacks and were dancing to the tunes of garba while cheering others for cutting the kite. All this was the scene on the terrace. People had buzzed in numbers over every terrace with kites flying high. 


Every Indian festival has its own special sweetness and a dedicated sweet to sweeten it more. So down the stairs, into the kitchen, were the mothers who were toiling since morning to prepare snacks and the special Sankranti meal for all. In my house, the Aunty and elder sisters who have come to celebrate this festival were seen parading up and down taking plates full of snacks and water bottles. I went to them and offered my help. I asked them ,"Why dont you join all on the terrace? It would be more fun." 
"I have to prepare undhiyu and chikki. Jiggu loves it", came the reply. And there stood a mother who was busy making the special meal for her family and listening to the low-pitched laughter and banter of her family up on the terrace. I was so moved by a mother's response. She sacrifices all her fun and enjoyment for the sake of her family. Never does she complain. Instead takes pride in serving them with all her love.

The kite flying and dancing continued till mid-noon when it was the lunch time. Everyone came down to smack their fingers into delicious savories. The yummy aroma has already aroused their taste buds and everyone ate to the full. The children rushed again towards terrace to compete the kite flying with their friends and neighbors. 

The Mom stayed behind finishing the kitchen work. I asked her again,"Please come now. You also fly the kite." She laughed and said,"No dear! I'm so tired now. My legs will break away." I was taken aback and felt sad. How a mother takes everything and never complains. But we are always on with our complaining mode. 

This Sankranti I decided to send out a message to everyone reading this post - Please include your mothers and elder female members of the family in the celebration too. They are not only to make delicious meals for you. Give them a helping hand. Take them with you on terrace and enjoy together. I bet this would be more fun than it had ever been. Dedicating this post to all the lovely moms and female members of the family who let go their celebration for the family and feel happy with the aroma diffusing in the air of kitchen.


And yes the celebration continues till the sun set. The kite flying competition gains momentum after the lunch, with tummy-filled and refreshed. At the end, crackers are burnt and a lantern is lit. This is a truly mesmerizing tangled moment which is my personal favorite. At the end of the day, Sankranti marks its lightning and blooming presence with a magical atmosphere in the sky.



Gracias!
 
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