I will never buy suede chappals again and so should you not 

They are smooth velvety slick that your feet keep slipping out. 

Olive Oil, Honey & Egg Yolk Facial Mask

We take eggs for breakfast and i have tons of yolk left. 

yesterday i mixed it with curd and left it on my hair. 

Today I wanted to do something different and came across this mask.

 Separate one egg  - using only the yolk - in a small bowl or ramekin
2.)  Add 1 teaspoon of honey and 1 teaspoon of olive oil
3.)  Mix until combined and smooth;  apply to a clean face.  Rest with it on your face for about 15 minutes then rinse with warm water.  I like to do this mask right before a shower because it can get kind of sticky and hard to get out of your hair. 
   Your skin will be well-moisturized, smooth and glowing.  You can store the extra mask in the refrigerator for about a week or so and use it as often as you like.

Fashion is innate

Finally i have come to believe that fashion sense, though cultivated, can be innate as well and those kids are just super at fashion, just by themselves.

kathaa kathayaam kaaranamaam

There are many Malayalam and tamil phrases that I have a vague memory of. The following is one of them

kathaa kathayaam kaaranamaam 

I only knew the starting of this phrase

finally got the ending.. woohoo..

kaaranathaaal oru toranamaam..

kathaa kathayaam kaaranamaam kaaranathaaal oru toranamaam..
Out of the three children i have, one turned out to be normal. She pushes my buttons instantly and my anger raises spontaneously, she teaches me I am but a normal person and not the extraordinary mother I want to be.

God has sent her to me, to show that grace when shown at ordinary situations is but ordinary and grace when shown under pressure is anything but ordinary

Thank you God, for sending me to her, to challenge me constantly, to defy me and to make me into a stronger, kinder, gentler and firmer person that i wish to be

Thank you Lord, you always look upon me, smile at me, and keep pushing my envelopes so I never have to have a dull moment in my life

Please look upon me, forever

with lots of love Gurudev

A's mom

the funny thing about writing is, you are empty when you begin with, you walk in with trepidation wanting to write but nothing to write, but you start to write, and then comes the writing.

its funny, isn't it

i do want to write the review for SOT, but I hold that thought in a bubble of trepidation, waiting for it to burst and inspiration to gush, but if i wait, i will be waiting, it is me who has to burst the bubble, take the first step, the fatal step towards writing.
i have deeply failed as a mother, to teach the mother tongue to her kids. what more satisfying, primal and urgent than speaking in one's own tongue. I have to do this, there is no choice, it is not late
Mother Tongue, here i come
Even Amrita knows to write a story. she has characters, they get into trouble and then she saves them.
she is the cutest. Have you seen her stories, they are rocking !!

i have to ask her to write more

and her titles are just amazing. she is one hell of a story teller.

i need to ask her to write more stories for me.

even if one of my child na, is writing stories, i would love it, and one singing and one doing both ;)

love love love
nothing can come between my children and me. When they are there, all my time is for them. Let there not be a single ambiguity in that. Only when you want to do something else, do you get angry with them and yourself. Let there be no ambiguity. They are the precious threads in my life that i weave upon. without them, there is no me, till they get out of this house. 

Kabir Dohe

Always loved them, only because i've heard just one or two of them. Finally for the first time, I googled Kabir Dohe and looks at the gems that have been found.

Dukh Mein Simran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Jo Sukh Mein Simran Kare, Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye
While Suffering everyone Prays and Remembers Him, in joy no one does
If one prays and remembers Him in happiness, why would sorrow come?
The suffering you experience in the world is designed to wake you up. You wake up when you realize God. If you did that during your happy times, then you will not experience suffering because there woud be no need for it.

This is my favourite favourite dohe of all times. 

The other is 'daane daane pe lika hain khane waale ka naam'. Not sure whose dohe it is.


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The Dohas of Kabir

by James Khan

Hindi/Urdu Verse, Translation and Meaning

Dohas are two line poems in Hindi. The translation presented here is a literal translation of the Hindi verses where this is possible, rather then a poetic re-phrasing of the original verses in English.

With this approach, in most cases, the meaning of the verse is conveyed to the reader, which is the most important part, though sadly, much is lost, including the taste and aspects of the meaning. I have, however, added text to further explain the meaning as best I can.

In my view, it is better to learn Kabir's verse in Hindi, and know its additional meaning from the use and sound of the original words, otherwise the meaning that Kabir wanted to convey is lost. Hndi/Urdu is considered the idal language for Poetry, but it often does not have equivalent expressions in English, simply because the experience that those expressions contain don't exist in the English culture, where different experiences exist.

There is power in Kabir's choice of words, the sounds convey the power and it is well worth learning the sound and meaning of the Hindi words. The same as for example, the verses of Shakespeare, you would need to learn English to start to understand Shakespeare.

A true poetic translation of Kabir into English that keeps the meaning, tone, meter, rhyme and maintains the vocal and psychological power of the words is not possible. You would need a true genius like Shakespeare to do that. Lesser Poets like Tagore have tried, but the end result is way, way short of the original.

Rabindranath Tagore's work, One Hundred Poems of Kabir, for example, does not even convey the simple, basic meaning of the original, never mind the subtler, spiritual meaning. In addition, his English is lofty, high English, which conveys little to the average English reader, who would not be much impressed by it. Tagore's language is not the simple, down to earth language used by the ordinary, generally poor person as Kabir's use of Hindi was. This is because Tagore's command of common, native, everyday English was poor, because he never lived in the slums of east London for example. Also even Tagore, who is considered a mystical genius, did not have the required spiritual awareness to understand Kabir fully.

Kabir tended to use simple, common, slang words, rather then the high minded Sanskrit words. Kabir was familiar with Sanskrit, but he wanted to reach the ordinary person on the streets, so he used Hindi. Many of Kabir's words are not in use today in modern Hindi, which makes understanding him more difficult.

For example, 'Punyah' would not be understood in today's Hindi, Urdu or Punjabi. Punyah is an expression used in Pahati, my native Kashmiri tongue, which contains Hindi, Punjabi and Sanskrit terms. It means 'under' as in 'under the feet', or 'floor' as in 'sit on the floor'.. In modern Hindi/Urdu, it would be 'Nicheh', in Punjabi it would be 'Thelah', but these do not convey the sense of Punyah:

Kall pereh punya letna, uper gemsi ghass!

(tomorrow you'll be laying under feet, on top will grow grass!).

This literally, in simple words explains what Kabir wanted to convey - that tomorrow you will be laying in your grave, on top the grass will grow. There is humour, as well as meaning about the impermenance of life, in Kabir's simple original, which is conveyed here.

Most Kabir translations available in English (like Kabir: Ecstatic Poems by Robert Bly), are based on Tagore - they improve on Tagore's English only. Other English translations are no better then Tagore's for the same reasons.

Here at least the English reader will have a truer understanding of the meaning of Kabir's poem/verse.

The tradition of Hindi Spiritual songs in India, rather then Sanskrit Bhajans, derives from the songs and dohas of Kabir. They are still sung in India today. Scholars say that Kabir's influence on the development of the modern Hindi/Urdu language was the same as Shakespeare's influence on the development of the English language.


The Moving Mill

Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
Do Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na Koye

Watching the grinding stones, the lamp Kabir Cries
Inside the Two Stones, no one survives


Kabir sees the two grinding mill stones as the duality that we live in. Heaven and earth, Good and Bad, Male and Female, High and Low - all around is duality. This play of opposites, this Chalti Chakki, this moving mill, this moving cosmos, it destroys everyone, no one is save from in it's powerful grip and grinding action.

Whoever enters this duality is crushed. No one survives, which brings Kabit to tears. Kabir cries because rarely, if ever, does one see the oneness, the divinity, behind the duality.


Searching for Evil

Bura Jo Dekhan Me Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye

I went on the search for the bad guy, bad buy I couldn't find
When I searched my mind, then no one is as bad as me


This doha is about observing ones own mind. Kabir says that he searched the world for the bad guy, the real evil person reponsile for all the pain and suffering in the worrld, But he couldn't find the evil person no matter where he looked.

Then he looked at and critically examined his own mind, his own thinking process.

There he found the real evil thing that lived hidden inside, and grew unchecked. All evil is caused by thinking, which is the action of the unobserved mind.

When we accuse and condemn another, it is our mind that is doing the finger pointing, the other person is probably innocent or the victim of his circumstances. Were we to inhabit the condemned persons body, live his life, have his life conditioning, then we too would behave and act the same.


Kabir Washes Clean His Mind

Kabir Man Nirmal Bhaya, Jaise Ganga Neer
Pache Pache Har Phire, Kahat Kabir Kabir


Kabir Washed His Mind Clean, Like The Holy Ganges River

Everyone follows behind, Saying Kabir, Kabir


Kabir washed and cleaned his own mind, like the holy Ganges. That is, he removed all impurities from his mind, from his thinking process, this letting the true light of divinity to shine forth.

Then everyone follows him whereever he goes, calling his name: Kabir, Kabir from behind him.

For more on cleaning your mind see Mind-Detox


Tomorrow's Work do Today

Kaal Kare So Aaj Kar, Aaj Kare So Ub
Pal Mein Pralaya Hoyegi, Bahuri Karoge Kub

Tomorrows work do today, today's work now
If the moment is lost, how will the work be done?


Do the work that needs to be done now. There is no other time then now.


Speak such Speach

Aisee Vani Boliye, Mun Ka Aapa Khoye
Apna Tan Sheetal Kare, Auran Ko Sukh Hoye

Speak such words, you lose the minds Ego
Body remains composed, Others Find Peace


In speech use such words that your ego is eliminated. Don't brag, don't gloat, don't make yourself out to be big, important, rich or anything else that the ego attaches to. Building the Ego takes energy from the body, takes away the bodies composure. If ego is lost in ones speech, the listener finds peace from listening to it.


Be Slow O Mind

Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye

Be Slow O mind, Slowly everything happens
Gardner may water garden a hundred times, When the Season comes, there is fruit


Kabir tells his mind to slow down, everything in life happens slowly, in its own time. The fruit only comes when the season comes, so will the fruit of life come in its own time.


God Grant Such Wealth

Sayeen Itna Deejiye, Ja Mein Kutumb Samaye
Main Bhi Bhookha Na Rahun, Sadhu Na Bhookha Jaye

God, give me so, so much wealth, that my community is fed
I don't remain hungry, the Sadhu does not go hungry


In this doha, Kabir asks God for wealth in abundance - that his community is fed, he does not starve and the visiting Sadhu (holy man) does not go hungry. For him, true wealth is in these simple things, the gift of life, aily sustenence for the community and that the sadhu does not go hungry.

Kabir does not ask for a mansion, a Mercedes benz, a colour TV or millions in a swiss bank account, what real use are they to him?


If Your Big So What?

Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor
Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Phal Laage Atidoor

If You are Big so what? Just like a date tree
No shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach


Being bid, important, powerful, wealthy is of no consequence.

Kabir likens this to a tall date tree whose fruit is out reach, and which does not give shade to the traveller.


As Oil is in the Seed

Jaise Til Mein Tel Hai, Jyon Chakmak Mein Aag
Tera Sayeen Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Jaag Sake To Jaag


Like the Oil is inside the Seed, Just as the Fire is Inside the Flint Stone

Your God is Inside You, If you have the Power to Wake Up, then Wake Up


God is within, like the oil inside the seed, and the flint stones have the potential for fire inside them.

If you can realize this, then awaken and arise. It is said as challenge - if you have the power to wake up.


Begging is like Dying

Mangan Maran Saman Hai, Mat Koi Mange Beekh
Mangan Se Marna Bhala, Yeh Satguru Ki Seekh

Begging is like dying, Let no one Beg
It is better to die than beg, this is the SatGuru's Message


Don't beg - give that you may receive. Give time, give some service, give friendship, give love - don't beg.


Maya Mari na Mun Mara

Maya Mari Na Mun Mara, Mar Mar Gaye Shareer
Asha Trishna Na Mari, Keh Gaye Das Kabir


Neither Maya Died, Nor the Mind Died, Die and die again People/Bodies
Hope and delusion have not died, so said Das Kabir and left


One of Kabir most meaningful doha's for me. Kabir observes the world from within, and sees the world as Maya - illusion. It is projected by Mun, the mind, the collective mind. Shareer refers to the living body or living person. Shareer's die and die again.

There is hope that this will end, that there will be the emergence of a new Shareer that will wake up, and then Maya and Mun will instead die.


Kabira Stands in the Market Place

Kabira Khara Bazaar Mein, Mange Sabki Khair
Na Kahu Se Dosti, Na Kahu Se Bair

Kabira Stands in the market place, Asks for everyone's prosperity
Neither special friendship nor enmity for anyone


In the market place, Kabor wishes goodwill to all.


Studying Books the World has Died

Pothi Padh Padh Kar Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koye
Dhai Aakhar Prem Ke, Jo Padhe so Pandit Hoye


Reading Books and Scriptures everyone died, No one became Pandit
Two and Half Words of Love, Who ever reads, Pandit he becomes


Forget about book learning, no mater how many books you read, you won't become wise, you won't became the true Pundit. Just a few words of love and you'll become Pundit. Try it.


In Sorrow all Pray

Dukh Mein Simran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Jo Sukh Mein Simran Kare, Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye

While Suffering everyone Prays and Remembers Him, in joy no one does
If one prays and remembers Him in happiness, why would sorrow come?


The suffering you experience in the world is designed to wake you up. You wake up when you realize God. If you did that during your happy times, then you will not experience suffering because there woud be no need for it.


Guru the Wash Man

Gur Dhobi Sikh Kapda, Saboo Sirjan Har
Surti Sila Pur Dhoiye, Nikse Jyoti Apaar

Guru is the wash man, Sikh is the cloth , God the soap
Wash the mind thoroughly clean, Out Comes The Glow of Truth


Life is process of cleansing - hence this site, which is about Mind and Body Cleansing.


Alive one Sees

Jeevat Samjhe Jeevat Bujhe, Jeevat He Karo Aas
Jeevat Karam Ki Fansi Na Kaati, Mue Mukti Ki Aas

Alive one sees, alive one knows, find your liberation while alive
If Alive you do not cut the noose of your attachments , how will there be liberation with death?


You need to wake up while you are alive, it is your only chance. You need to drop the ties of attachments to illusory things that bind you in illusion. This can only be done while alive, death is not a liberator.


The Story of Love

Akath Kahani Prem Ki, Kutch Kahi Na Jaye
Goonge Keri Sarkara, Baithe Muskae

Inexpressible is the story of Love , It goes without Saying
Like the dumb guy who eat sweet Sarkara, he only Smiles


The story of love is to be experienced, it can not be expressed, it can be known and felt - but not by the five senses.


Worry will Destroy you

Chinta Aisee Dakini, Kat Kaleja Khaye
Vaid Bichara Kya Kare, Kahan Tak Dawa Lagaye


Worry is such a Thief, it eats one's heart
What can the poor doctor do, How far will his medicine reach?


Don't worry, be happy.


Kabir, Don't Be Proud

Kabira Garv Na Keejiye, Uncha Dekh Aavaas
Kaal Paron Punyah Letna, Ouper Jamsi Ghaas

Kabir , Don't be so proud and vain, Looking at your high mansion
Tomorow you'll lie under feet, On top will grow Grass


Don't be proud and vain, tomorrow you'll be lying six foot under feet, on top will grow grass that goats and sheep will eat!


Dont be Proud

Kabira Garv Na Keejiye, Kaal Gahe Kar Kes
Na Jaane Kit Mare Hai, Kya Des Kya Pardesh

Kabir , Don't be so proud and vain, The clutches of Time are dark
Who knows where it will kill , Whether at home or abroad


Again don't be proud and vain, who knows when or where time will kill.


Nothing is Kabir's Doing

Kabira Kiya Kutch Na Hote Hai, Ankiya Sab Hoye
Jo Kiya Kutch Hote Hai, Karta Aur Koye

On Kabir's saying nothing happens , What I don't do does come to pass
If anything happens as if my doing, It is done by someone else


All things happen as per Gods wish, it just seems that we are doing them.


Like the Pupil in the Eye

Jyon Naino Mein Putli, Tyon Maalik Ghat Mahin
Moorakh Log Na Janhin, Baahar Dhudhan Jahin

Like the pupil is in the eyes , Your God lives inside you,
The ignorant don't know this, they search Him on the outside


God is within, the ignorant look for Him on the outside.


When You Came to the World

Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye
Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye

When you came in to this world , Everyone laughed while you cried
Don't do such work, That they laugh when you are gone


Do good work.


The Pain of Separation

Pehle Agan Birha Ki, Pachhe Prem Ki Pyas
Kahe Kabir Tub Janiye, Naam Milan Ki Aaas

First the pain of separation, then the thirst for Love
Says Kabir, only then will you know Joy of the Union.


First the pain of separation, then the thirst for love. Only from the pain of separation do we feel the pangs of love. There is then hope of union. This is the story of life - the lovers meeting, separating, the pangs of love and the urge for union and the eventual union. In Sufi tradition it is a reflection of man and God - realization of the separation from God, the pangs of love and urge for union with God, and the eventual joy of union.


The Fire in the Ocean

Aag Jo Lagi Samand Mein, Dhuan Na Pargat Hoye
So Jane Jo Jarmua, Jaki Lagi Hoye

The Ocean is on Fire, The Smoke is not Visible

He Knows Who Has Been there and been Burnt


Experience teaches, the one who has felt the fire knows it - when you know, you know.


Save the Wealth in this Moment

Kabir So Dhan Sanchiye, Jo Aage Ko Hoye
Sees Charaye Potli, Le Jaat Na Dekhya Koye

Kabir, save the wealth that remains in this Moment
Departing with a bag of material wealth, no one has yet been seen.


Enjoy the present moment. Accumulating wealth for tomorrow is a waste because tomorrow you will die. This is a certainty. No one has been seen that managed to take his material wealth with him.


Hope Lives, the World Dies

Aasa Jive Jag Marey, Log Marey Mar Jayee
Soyee Sube Dhan Sanchate, So Ubrey Jey Khayee

Hope yet lives, the world dies, people die and die again
Perish yet hoarding wealth, spend and freedom attain


Hope is that people will wake up, drop their attachments and hoardings and be free from the clutches of illusion.


If I say One

Ek Kahun To Hai Nahin, Do Kahun To Gaari
Hai Jaisa Taisa Rahe, Kahe Kabir Bichari

If I say one, It is not; If I say two, it will be a violation
Let 'It' be whatever 'It' is, so says Kabir contemplating


There is a oneness behind the apparent diversity. But oneness is not seen. Yet if I accept duality, it would be a violation, a false acceptance. Let it be, whatever it is - I'll drop the analyzing.


This is the House of Love

Kabir Yeh Ghar Prem Ka, Khala Ka Ghar Nahin
Sees Utaare Hath Kar, So Pasey Ghar Mahin

Kabir, this is the House of Love , Not the house of your Aunt
Who has dropped his barriers, He can pass in to the House


You are born to Love, not sit around as if at your Aunts place. Love is not a process of seeking, but a process of dropping ones own mental barriers to love.


The Rosary bead

Maala To Kar Mein Phire, Jeebh Phire Mukh Mahin
Manua To Chahun Dish Phire, Yeh To Simran Nahin

The rosary rotating by the hand, the tongue twisting in the mouth,
With the mind wandering everywhere, this isn't meditation

(Counting the Rosary, Repeating Mantras, If the Mind is Traveling - this is not meditation)


Control the mind, not the beads or the words.


The Rosary Bead of Wood

Kabir Maala Kaath Kee, Kahi Samjhave Tohi
Man Na Firave Aapna, Kaha Firave Mohi

Kabir, the rosary made of wooden beads, what can it teach you?
If you don't control your minds motion, why control the beads motion?


Control the mind, not the beads.


When I Was

Jab Mein Tha Tab Hari Nahin, ab Hari Hai Mein Nahin
Sab Andhiyara Mit Gaya, Jab Deepak Dekhya Mahin

When I was, then Hari (God) was not, Now Hari is and I am not
All the darkness dissolved, When I saw the light within.


When we see ourselves as individuals, there is the concept of "I". This is in duality - that is, there is me, you, him, this computer, that sofa, this hand, that chair. When we see beyond the duality, where "I" no longer exists, then only God exists, and I don't.

The word Hari comes from the Hindi Her, meaning every (everyone, everything), and is a reference to God. The mantra Hari Ohm, literally means God, God, or everywhere God.

So, before duality, God was and I was not. Now in duality, I am, and God is not seen. This darkness dissolves when I see that God is within me. Then I realize that "I" don't exist as my mind would have me believe that I do.

For more on this, read: Water and the Tao


Moonde Saw Bar

Keson Kaha Bigadia, Je Moonde Sau Baar
Man Ko Kahe Na Moondiye, Jaamein Vishey Vikaar

What harm have the hair done, you shave them hundred times
Why not shave the mind, there grow unchecked countless poisonous thoughts


There is a tradition of monks having their hair shaved. They do this again and again. Kabir asks: what has the hair done that yo cut it hundreds of times? Why don't you cut the mind, where are born the Vishey Vikaar?

Vishey means nasty, poisonous things. Vikars are:serious faults or major weaknesses that we have. Serious vikars include:

Kama - Lust
Krodh - Rage or uncontrolled anger
Lobh - Greed
Moh - Attachment or emotional attachment
Ahankar - Eego

We need to cut these vikars, that is purify or clean the Mind. For more information, see Mind Detox


Shaving the Days have gone

Moond Munddavat Din Gaye, Ajhun Na Miliya Raam
Raam Naam Kahu Kya Karey, Je Man Ke Aurey Kaam

Shaving the head Ages have passed, yet no union with God
Recitation of Gods Name is futile, when the mind is doing something else


Being a monk, shaving the head, praying and observing for years, all the days have passed, but have not united with God. Why recite Gods name, when the mind is doing some other work?

Kabir is saying that the mind needs to be controlled, the thoughts need to be controlled and focussed on the divine, focussed on what is real, not on things made from duality.


Kabir, Why Sleep

Kabir Soota Kya Kare, Koore Kaaj Niwaar
Jis Panthu Tu Chaalna, Soyee Panth Samwaar

Kabir, why do you sleep? Leave the useless tasks
Be focused on the path which you were meant to tread


Self explanatory verse. Focus on the thing that you really love to do, don't be distracted, don't sleep.

The path you were meant to follow, take up that path.


Kabir, Your Hut

Kabira Teri Jhompri Gal Katiyan Ke Paas
Jo Karenge So Bharenge Tu Kyon Bhayo Udaas

Kabir, Your Hut Is Next to the Butchers

Who does, he will face the consequnces, Why are you sad?

Don't concern your self too much with other peoples actions - they will have to face the consequences, not for you to be sad.


Kabir, he alone is the Warrior

Kabir Soyee Soorma, Man Soon Maande Jhoojh
Panch Pyada Paari Le, Door Kare Sab Dooj

Kabir, He alone is the Warrior , who takes on the mind head-on
Crushing the sensual five, all duality gone


The real fighter, the real warrior is the one who takes on his own mind.

The Mind controls the 'sensual five', the five senses of sight, sound, touch, smell and taste

These five senses and the mind that interprets the vibrations that the senses deliver to the brain, they all tell us lies. The mind and the five sesnses tell us that duality exists, though in truth it does not. Like a dream, everything around us does not exist - only God exists, everything else is part of duality.

For more about this, read: Water and the Tao

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Dearest Tejas

You are 10 my dear. You always eke a lot of sympathy from mom more cuz 1. You listen to me implicitly 2. You look like someone who needs to be rescued all the time with your puppy dog eyes 3. And the girls are always together and hence you feel so much more lonelier without them and you get so much time alone simply because your schedule is different from theirs. You yearn for their company but it is not as much as you imagined with all the infighting and back stabbing going on. 
Also on top due to mummy's fault you have gained so much weight it is an uphill battle to remove it. But mummy will not give up on you. She is going to make sure you lose your puppy fat and become one hell of a good looking kid that you are. With so much love that could fill the earth and beyond my Love my Tejas 

Only in Mumbai has to be about Mumbai posts and Only about me has to be these blog posts.

This is what happens if you open separate bank accounts, i mean separate blogs for separate things and all you are doing is jumping from things to things.

 And in all this, i deleted my precious precious precious blog that i had started in 2007, so many memories of my children trapped in those pages, released in the air, washed away to nothingness, never to recover. it is sad as now i read how my birthday was spent in loving Ammu's embraces, which i would never ever have remembered but for the blog post here.

Anyways gone is gone, how can you get something that has been gone forever, God, please give me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, or bring back.



As birthdays go

This was a very special birthday to me. As i was surrounded my two lovely ladies, the fruits of my womb. Especially Amrita she really really tried to make it so special for me. Aishwarya was a little dull as her card was lost and she felt so bad and that determined the rest of her day which was dull compared to is she had her card, it would have been a marvellous day for her as well.

But she was sure of one thing, that we all go out and eat and celebrate my birthday. Though I am not sure if she found my birthday as an excuse to go and out and party or really wanted to go out so we can all be together for my birthday.

10 of the Most Divisive Authors in Recent History

10 of the Most Divisive Authors in Recent History

Recently, we stumbled upon an article over at Open Letters Monthly that asked, “Is Cormac McCarthy a Terrible Writer?” The author, Rohan Maitzen, discusses McCarthy’s particular prose style in The Road, which has been celebrated by some and roundly reviled by others. We’ve always been interested in the idea that many of the greatest writers also seem to have the greatest detractors, so to explore further, we’ve rounded up a few of the most divisive authors in recent history — whether they’re controversial for their ideas, their prose style, or their topics. Dive into the fray after the jump, and continue the conversation in the comments.
Cormac McCarthy
Maitzen’s piece republishes several critical opinions both for and against the proposition that McCarthy’s prose, specifically in The Road, is skillful. The pool of people that this reviewer has spoken to about the novel are equally split. Similarly, we’d guess that for every person who claims Blood Meridian to be one of the greatest contemporary novels, there’s another who thinks it a barren wasteland of boring scalping. Is this just a hallmark of interesting prose, or is it a sign of general misguidedness? Our money’s on the former, but we’ll hear you out.
Ayn Rand
In our experience, nothing blows up a comments section more than a mention of Ayn Rand — those who love her, love her, and assume that anyone who doesn’t has either skipped or misread her books. Those who despise her, despise her with equal fervor. If you need help figuring out where you stand, consider this: Ayn Rand is the reason Paul Ryan got into politics, and Obama thinks she’s only really appropriate for teens who feel misunderstood. For the record, we’re officially in the latter camp.
L. Ron Hubbard
Some might consider the fact that a sci-fi pulp novelist founded a religion to be a red flag — others apparently do not think that one has any bearing on the other. Hubbard, author of some 500 fantasy and sci-fi novels and short stories, sparked a never-ending worldwide controversy with his creation of Scientology, a religion that posits that the human soul is in fact an immortal alien trapped in flesh. Hey, at least his work is thematically consistent.
Philip Roth
Philip Roth
New York magazine recently described Roth as “possibly the most prolific, probably the most distinguished, and certainly the most debated career in postwar American fiction. Roth was never just a novelist to readers but an iconoclast and narcissist, a Jewish cultural hero (villain to some), a (probable) misogynist, a literary celebrity who folded his own life into novels like they were tabloids (or metafictions?)…” Indeed, not only can we not stop arguing about Roth, we can’t stop talking about why we can’t stop arguing about him. That’s what happens when you throw political correctness out the window.
Stephen King
Stephen King may be a popular book-world darling, but that’s exactly why some people can’t stomach him. After all, as Oscar Wilde said, “everything popular is wrong.” Or at least that’s how some critics feel. Last year, a small whirlwind of controversy emerged over various critical perspectives on the horror writer, neatly summed up by Scott Beauchamp in the article “Should You Feel Bad About Reading Stephen King?” It’s all part of the larger and ongoing tug-of-war of literary standards — who’s a snob, who isn’t, and what does it all mean?
Christopher Hitchens
The recently deceased political and cultural essayist Christopher Hitchens had very pointed opinions and a very strong way of wording things. Confrontational, even. Willing to viciously attack Mother Teresa. Not everyone appreciated this about him. This writer has had numerous arguments with a close friend who balked at Hitchens because he found him to be “too much of a dick to listen to, even if I agree.” Then there are those who revel in Hitchens’s strong language, ourselves included. As for the people on the other side of the issue, well, we think that whole dynamic probably speaks for itself.
Sheila Heti
Sheila Heti’s semi-autobiographical semi-novel How Should a Person Be?was one of the most talked-about books of last year — both for good and for ill, with its detractors bemoaning it as a herald of disintegrating culture at large and its adherents holding it up as a new art form. Of particular interest: Michelle Dean’s article at Slate about “Why smart, serious men have misunderstood Sheila Heti’s new book,” which probably drummed up close to as much discussion as the book itself. At least no one felt lukewarm about it.
Salman Rushdie
As you probably know, Rushdie is divisive on a global scale — after all, as celebrated as he might be in some parts of the world, there is that entire country with a death warrant on his head. And lest you imagine that the fatwa danger has calmed and that the real impetus of Rushdie’s controversy is his sordid, Twitter-driven affairs with beautiful women, don’t forget that the reward for Rushdie’s death was raised by $500,000 last year. That’s some serious divisiveness.
Chuck Palahniuk
It seems that the same things that attract fans to Chuck Palahniuk — his penchant for satirical horror, his relish for the taboo, his full-throttle graphic gross outs — also alienate people in droves. Are you a Palahniuk person or aren’t you? It’s something everyone has to decide for themselves.
Jack Kerouac
Oh, Kerouac. You either love him or you hate him (this distinction may have something to do with whether you’re a teenager — but not reliably). Capote, famously, hated him (“That’s not writing, that’s typing,” etc.) The 1957 New York Times loved him (“its publication is a historic occasion in so far as the exposure of an authentic work of art is of any great moment in an age in which the attention is fragmented and the sensibilities are blunted by the superlatives of fashion”), and though On the Road has become a classic, no one’s been able to come to any consensus since.
The girls love reading their comics, Amar Chitra Katha and the Harvey Classics.
Yet to see them taken an interest in Asterix.
They did read Tintin and Quick and Flupke once upon a time. Now that they are not accessible, they dont do it.

Forced them to read Laura Ingalls Wilder, but yet to do that consistently and Magic Tree House.

Otherwise things are going fine.

Take Care
Aishu, no, on that day, she was so sweetly trying to explain.. mama if we have watched jumanji already then there is no need to record it again, like that if we have watched cars 2, we will not be seeing it again, so please do not record it.

She was trying so hard to communicate the idea that we will not watch watched movies, so dont take the trouble of rerecording.

it was so cute to hear her, phrasing and rephrasing, just so that she made her self understood. And she is an eloquent one in the house.

God bless you toodles..