NavDharmyug

The Circus is on with the music on full blare, bright colors running riots in front of eyes. A huge merry-go-round comes to still and people on the lowest car are getting down from it for their part of fun, frolic and happiness is over. Those on the car, right next to the car from which passengers are alighting look up excitedly for they still have one full circle to go before they are to get down, and those like us on the other side of the circle on the top of it, do not really know what to feel of. We are connected to the people at the bottom of the circle who are getting down and remember the fun, fear and happiness through which those getting down were our partners. We are on the top of it, and look with gloom to the people getting down right now and to the people in the car right before the car which is getting vacant with sadness, so poignant that we do not look at the faces of other co-passengers in our cars. We do not look at them because we do not want them to know us in our...

"You never miss, what you do not know" I sit musing as I see my daughter happy as a chirpy, little bird right after the Monsoon. I am sullen and heart-broken, and I have no one else to blame for the soup that I have landed myself in.  It was an extended weekend, the last one of the year, the next one is going to be only three months down the line, on the day of Independence. I have missed celebrating this last good weekend of the year because, to put it plainly and mildly, I goofed up. I waited till the last moment to go for the hotel booking and as it turns out, I was not the only wise man wanting to have some good time on the weekend. So, even after exposing my need for some humanly comfort to my work place, by requesting a review scheduled for Monday shifted to Tuesday on account of anticipated travel, I am sitting at home looking at a disappointed weekend.  Then, I look at two lesson which I learn through the process. One is that while serendipity and recklessness have ...

Seconds are melting into hours and hours getting lost into days, Nonu's third birthday is so very close around the corner, that even if I slightly crane my neck, I can see a baby getting converted into a kid, and enthusiastically cutting the cake.  The recently passed worldcup, which India won with the precipitation of huge sense of patriotism, has showcased to me the great times which are there waiting for us, father-daughter duo. As she would look on the television screen at anyone with a bat and know that there is a match, and without much prompting, when asked, Jeetega? (who will win), she would say..India.  The tiny, pink thing which could well fit into my palm, three years back is now a thinking, ideating individual. At times, I see her pain and effort so obvious when she tries to explain things to me like when she has her bottle of milk and wants me to lie down next to me, she would say, "all good babies lie down to have milk" with her utter surprise at my lack o...

Having spent the whole day in a public sector office trying to get some information about an order which I am expecting to get, reached home. After procrastination which ran in years, finally was able to kick myself and go the neighbourhood park to do few hundred meter dashes. Coming home turned on the television to find that the collective sensitivity of the nation, also charged by the seventy two year old young man, who bring his disgust with the system which allows the high and mighty, to public view. Too bad that I saw the news only late in the evening when it was too late to join in for the candle light protest. I have been writing on this blog mostly, soft, parenting blogs, but like the dust which sits on your tongue after you have been through a sand storm, the storm created by the demand for the Lokpal bill in right format, I felt I had to write this. I am particularly emboldened by the fact that the government, its utter dislike for anyone pointing out that this is no longer...