babus of india: Indian bureaucrats discover Bikini Model; reveal all but learn to hide too

babus of india: Indian bureaucrats discover Bikini Model; reveal all but learn to hide too

valentines day

when you are in love with some one the your feelings are sweet.. you are ready even to die in ectasy.. well, when you can derive such an elated status by just loving one single individual, imagine the quantum of bliss and unfathomable happiness you will get if you love the entire human being?- JAGGI VASUDEV.

not just love one.. love all.. love thy parents.. love thy teachers.. love thy friends.. love thy competitors.. above all, love you and your own skills.. happy vanlentines day..

WITH COURTESTY TO ANANDA VIKATAN- FEW VALENTINE POEMS TRANSLATED FROM ANANDA VIKATAN..

(THANKS TO VIKATAN AND THE poets who wrote these poems)

• when you are at a distance, your eyes become your lips..
• the speech prolongs with "then"s.. there is always some thing in speaking nothings..
• i never wear watch when i come to meet you.. how would i come with an umbrella, when i want to get wet...
• shouting in happiness i got up, and had already broken my first dream in which you came..
• what was that secret uttered by the breeze to make the locks beside your ears negate so strongly?
• you knock , i open.. i knock you open.. oops.. come, let's be always open in closed rooms..
• it struck to me after i said to bye to you.. you could have pleaded for more...
• friendship is shore.. love is wave.. when to get the foot wet?

valentine day haikus..

Translation of Valentine day Haikus..

(These are the translated version of Tamil Haikus published in Tamil journal Ananda Vikatan on the eve of last year’s Valentine’s Day , 2010. With due courtesy and thanks to Ananda Vikatan and the author of these poems, this translated version is dedicated to the Face Book commune)

Sun shoots you throughout the day. And telecast you in night as moon.

Dear-

I send this night as my letter..

Moon is my stamp!

These neat SMS messages are not like your slant hand writing..

Honey!- drop a letter please..

Parrots were teasing monkeys till you came..

After seeing you-

Monkeys started teasing

The parrots…

You call crows to get fed..

After eating what you gave-

Crows flew as parrots..

Since you love to play-

I have kept myself

Safe as a Toy!

What you and you will talk so long before that mirror?

We ate together like sweet last February..

I wander as a lone ant this Feb..

They told that you never spoke bad words..

I understand now why they were bad words..

Your word slips like a hand caught fish..

Some times it slips and mixes with the sea..

Some times it reaches my basket and dies..

Lovers day come in a month having weak life-

But the day infuses each second a strong life!

Love is getting stars in the trap laid on ponds..

Love is waking all night to stop alarm in the morn..

Love is gathering tons of words in absence and loosing all speech when meeting..

Love is stretching letters full of questions knowing no answer..

Love is still feeling the first scar even while put on wheel chairs at old age..

All words are exhausted.

Tell me the pattern of your smile..

I have to write poems!

God asked me the meaning of Love..

I showed me..

He asked for the reason..

I showed You..

Sending 20 SMS per minute was a feat..

When I told that you winked thirty times..

The Feat got Defeated.

How good it would have been if I knew how to change my love as a child or toy?

You might be playing with it..

How good it would have been if I knew how to change my waiting as a train or bus?

You might be boarding in it..

How good it would have been if I knew how to change my concern as a ring r watch?

You might be wearing it..

How good it would have been if I knew how to change my letter as an offer of appt?

You might be accepting it..

How good it would have been if I knew how to change my soul or egg cake?

You would have eaten if you liked or thrown out if you did’nt..

A suggestion…

In one of his recent interviews, a noted Tamil poet has lamented that due to the other faster modes of communications , most of us have forgotten to write letters spilling our innermost feelings to our near and dears . he has opined that this is a loss to the Letter Literature- the letters of Panditji to Priyadarshini, the letters of Dravidian leader like Anna to his cadres, a whole novel written in the form of letters by Jaffna Tamil writers, the collection of letters of mahatmaji which rocked the auctioning hall of Great Britain:- these are some of the examples of letter literature still valued in all the spheres of our land..
Whenever we hear March 8, Feb 14, April 1, May 1, November 5 we automatically associate ourselves with the day for which it is celebrated.
If a day is named as Letters Day and all our country men are encouraged to write letters to their near and dears on that day, not only the bond augments, but also the revenue to the department.
There are students fearing to talk to their principal.. Kids afraid to talk to their parents. Officials afraid to talk to their officers.. Boys afraid to propose to girls.. Fathers not emoting to their kids... They all can write a write letter to a common postal mother... Like the Posta Restante.. a system can be evolved, propagated and popularized..

four lanes and forlorns..

with the golden quadrupulet concept in its high pitch, all national highways are getting broadened day by day.. dwellers, temples, all go in one small whip.. lanes expand with lives too. with a huge purse full of compensation, people cooly bring down the structures which held their breath for generations.. to some one who come to a place after a year, he is struck to see the seachanges.. land marks are no more there. only lanes, expanded lanes remain.. time has marked its current stamp everywhere..

advice

.. by growing older and wiser one goes on accumulating experiences under everything in the sun. a sincere one tries to impart his knowledge and experience to others. this may not necessarily be construed as advice. a father with a lot of exposure tends to teach his children about the experiences he gained. this doesnot mean that he wants to prevail over them or trying to boss overthem as he is the breadwinner of the family.

the civilization came only after practice of various disciplines. in our brief visit to this world, every one has got a responsibility to add more touch to the civilization. it is always great to relax all the time and to boast about being a freak. but how great it would be to follow the minimum disciplines in day to day life like getting up early in the morning, working out in gym, helping mom in the kitchen, going for milk and cleaning house. if these are considered as work, then you will never experience the thrill of keeping the house clean.

this is the problem daily i am facing in my house.

surrender

it is great to surrender before an understanding sould.. shedding away the ego and merging to emerge as one is always a scintillating experience. every one wants to be pampered.cared.to be patted and praised. alas, we donot find time to appreciate each other in our busy mechanised routines. try appreciating every appreciable thing with every one you interact. the result will be amazing. be it friend or your partner. be it your child or even a co passenger. small gestures reward in unexpected proportions.. i always love to surrender to all understanding souls. by stooping to conquer..