Thursday, May 31, 2012

कपड़े से कवर किया रसोईघर का रैक.....

मेरे रसोईघर में स्लैब के निचे के कबिनेट नहीं बनाए हुए जब भी मैं उन्हें बनाने के लिए कहती हूँ बेटे का जवाब आता है की क्यों इतना खर्च करना हमें इस घर में नहीं रहना .....लोकेशन अच्छी नहीं  .....यह घर छोटा है.....फिर बर्तन और रसोईघर की दुसरी चीजें रखने के लिए बंद सुरक्षित जगह तो चाहिए ना मैंने अपने hanyiman  से यह रैक बनवाया और फिर इसे कपड़े का कवर बना कर ढक दिया  सामने का दरवाजा ......जिप लगा कर बंद कर दिया 

यह ठीक रसोईघर के प्लेटफार्म के निचे रखा जा सकेगा 

बड़ा ही अच्छा बन गया ...मुझे लगता है मैं एक रैक और बनवाऊं और उसे भी कपडे से कवर कर दूँ ......

इसमें दो खाने हैं 


इसे मैंने चारों तरफ से कपड़े से ढक दिया 

कवर किया गया रैक 


हालांकि मैंने यह नीले बड़े फूलों वाला कपड़ा जो की १००% सूती है ...कुर्सियों के कवर बनाने के लिए खरीदा था ...और इसका उपयोग हुआ  रैक  को कवर करने के लिए..
इस रैक कवर में तिन तह लगी हैं
१...ऊपर का नीले रंग के फूलों वाला यह कपड़ा जो बाहर दिखाई दे रहा है.
२. अन्दर की प्लास्टिक की शीट..(शीट  जो मैंने सामान पैक के साथ आई थी सहेज रखी थी) ताकि धूल मिटटी रैक के अन्दर ना जाए ..और
३. तीसरा  अन्दर का अस्तर जो कि मैंने  पुराना कपड़ा इस्तेमाल किया
इस रैक कवर को बनाने का तरीका मैं आगे कभी लिखूंगी
यह बहुत सस्ते मैं बन गया ....उपयोगी और देखने में सुन्दर भी है..
आप भी बनाइये
यह मेरा अपना डिजाईन और विचार है कहीं पर देखा नहीं है....
शब्बा खैर!!!

Flowers in my pots

My daughter love champa (Plumeria ) and chameli (Jasmine)  since she was 6 years of age..that’s why I always grow both the flowering plants in my front yard in pots…..they did’nt yield much of the flowers and I usualy avoid plucking them …so that they live their own life and spread their fragrance…and they look beautiful on their own place of birth…Any how I plucked lots of  today while returning from my morning walk at 7 am I plucked lots of champa (Plumeria ) from my front park and brought  them in to put in my Terracotta vase to float on water
A little bit detail about (Jasmine)

then I took several photos from every side of the vase..here are some   for you the viewers eye candy…
of course a thing of beauty is a joy for ever! Isnt it !!!!




The name "Jasmine" basically refers to some of the many varieties of shrubs , vines and small trees .  They are all blessed with fragrant white flowers many people and insects enjoy. True jasmines are related to the olive, privet and osmanthus
Many plants called jasmine are not jasmine but closely resemble the classic flower appearance and fragrance.
True jasmines are native to India, Western China and other parts of Asia including Japan, Borneo, Thailand, and some South Seas islands
The Pinwheel Jasmine is a fine shrub blooming well in sunny conditions. Most jasmines need bright sun for performance in flowers and leaves. Tolerant of most soils, jasmines don't handle salt air, but are easy to manage with reasonable water available and decent drainage. Fertilize normally, but jasmines are light feeders so go easy but incorporate good soil
XOXO

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Poem: ON Menstruation


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and lastly to read poem( Hindi) on menstruation by my daughter (Vipin Chaudhary) click  HERE
Happy reading!!!!!

डॉक्टर कौशल्या मल्होत्रा: मेरी फॅमिली फ्रेंड हिसार हिसार शर चूडामणि 

डॉक्टर कौशल्या मल्होत्रा हिसार   के चूडामणि हॉस्पिटल (Churamani Hospital )
डॉक्टर कौशल्या मल्होत्रा

की जानी-मानी गाइनोकोलोजिस्ट/सर्जन रही हैं वह महिला सुरक्षा समिति की प्रधान भी रही हैं हमारा इरादा है की हिसार वापिस आने पर उन्हें  हमारी NGO   के प्रधान पद पर फिर से बहाल किया जाय ..वह मेरी फॅमिली फ्रेंड हैं और मेरे घर  ठहरी हुई हैं हैं उनसे बातें कर दिल बाग़-बाग़ हो जाता है.. आज उन्होंने बताया  कि  वे के.एल सहगल( Kundan Lal Saigal को बचपन से जानती हैं जब वे छोटी थी. और  जम्मू   में रहती थी तब सहगल साहब फ़िल्मी दुनिया से नहीं जुड़े थे और वे रोजाना शाम को रघुनाथ मंदिर (Raghunath_Temple)के प्रांगण  में गाया करते थे (कवितायें और भक्ति-संगीत ) उन्होंने याद करते हुए बताया  कि उन्हें उनका ( Kundan Lal Saigal गाया गीत संगीत ..बड़ा पसंद है..ख़ास कर उनका यह गाना ....दुनिया रंग रंगीली रे बाबा...दुनिया रंग रंगीली ..........Duniya Rang Rangili - YouTube

उनके बारे में मेरी बेटी का लिखा पढ़ने के लिए ttp://vipin-choudhary.blogspot.in/2010_01_01_archive.html लिंक पर चटकाएं 


शब्बा खैर!! 


Monday, May 28, 2012

Weather news for today,फरगुदिया!

फरगुदिया!
'एक शाम - फरगुदिया के नाम' (कविता पाठ)
आपकी बेटी, बहन, भतीजी, भांजी किसी की भी उम्र 14 वर्ष हो सकती है. खेलने-कूदने, खाने-पहनने की उम्र. उम्र की सीमा से जल्द ही आगे निकल जाने की इच्छा वाली उम्र. इसी उम्र की थी फरगुदिया जब वह किसी की दरिंदगी का शिकार हुई और जब गरीब, बेसहारा और एक गाँव में घरों में काम-काज कर अपने परिवार का पालन-पोषण करने वाली उसकी माँ ने उसका गर्भपात करवाया तो उसकी मौत हो गई. उसी फरगुदिया और उसकी जैसी हज़ारों-लाखों-करोड़ों फरगुदियाओं की याद में एक शाम रखी गयी है जिसमें कुछ कवयित्रियाँ इस तरह की कुकृत्यों के विरोध में अपनी कविताओं का पाठ करेंगी. कृपया इस शाम में केवल कविता सुनने के लिए ही न शामिल हों बल्कि उस दरिंदगी के खिलाफ़ जिसने हमारी-आपकी बहन-बेटियों-माओं का इस धरती पर जीना हराम कर रखा है, एक आवाज़ और समर्थन बनने के लिए भी शामिल हों.




  Weather news for today
 
The weather is increasing toward hottest side-temperatures are between 45 degree Celsius to 48 degree Celsius during the day and around 30 at night. It’s bearable in cotton clothes but the Khādī  (which is termed cool) in this heat is torture.
This is the month of May ….usual phrase for the season in Barah Masa is…
The appearance of things change according to the emotions and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
Khalil Gibran
शब्बा खैर!!!

To Look At The Queen | Khushwant Singh


THEN I Became Nostalgic and REMEMBERED
THE LESSON of my English book in my 11th  grade
The lesson was 'The Portrait of a Lady' By  Khushwant Singh  where he describes the beauty in the activities of his grandmother  Here is the review of the lesson 'The Portrait of a Lady' from the internet
Meet Khushwant Singh's grandmother, in his own words:
'...short, fat and slightly bent... . Her face was a crisscross of wrinkles running from everywhere to everywhere'. Quite  irreverently, he says: ...the thought of my grandmother being young and pretty was almost revolting.' She was his friend who woke him up while constantly muttering her prayers in the hopeless hope that he would imbibe some of  the religious verses (which he never did), dress him up for school,  get his school kit ready and then walk him to school. While he went through his lessons, she went through her prayers in the temple adjoining the village school and then they both walked back home. But distances grew between the two close pals, once they moved to the city. Khushwant says: 'That was the turning point in our relationship.’ He now went to school in a bus and she was horrified that the school taught him nothing of religion when he told her of the western science he had studied. She now had no time for words, 'her lips moved in prayer, her mind moved in prayer,' constantly, he says. She accepted seclusion,and spent time feeding the sparrows, now her soulmates.Khushwant's move to England for further studies widened the distance. She was there to see him off with a moist kiss which he cherishedas perhaps her last touch. But she is there when he returns after five years, looking 'not a day older'. But she still had not time for words.Then one day, for the first time she does not pray and takes ill the next morning. Like a prescient, she knows better than the doctor that her end has come. Now more than ever, she has no time for words with the family. She takes up her rosary, her lipsmove in prayer and then the rosary falls from her hand...The sparrows she used to feed sit scattered about her. Khushwant's mother throws some breadcrumbs for them, like his grandmother did but the sparrows will not touch it. They carry the body away and then do the sparrows fly away. The breadcrumbs, which remained untouched, are swept away.By the sweeper next morning.He writes: 'Always in spotless white, she was like the winter landscape in the mountains, an expanse of pure white serenity breathing peace and contentment."


Khushwant Singh


 Last month I read this a nice essay by  Khushwant Singh in the October issue of  the Readers Digest. I liked it very much. http://mukha.sulekha.com/FCKeditor_2.6.4.1/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/thumbs_up.gifIt was from his book, 'The Book of Unforgettable Women'.Also i read To Look At The Queen | Khushwant Singh.

Heave a Read!!!!!!!!

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Defining Beauty, Nostelgia

Yesterday gossiping with Dr K Malhotra..the topic on Beauty came along in our discussion
then i remembered Rollo_May's   book My quest for beauty here are some excerpts from his book;
In this more personal and more uneven book, May recounts his adolescent experiences as a student in Saloniki, Greece, where introspection led to life-shaping realizations. May recounts his mountain-climbing and his exploration of tiny villages. It was in one such village, Hortiati, that May began the drawings that enhance the text--and his life. His note-taking echoes Kazantakis' Zorba:
" . . . I answered in my halting Greek, 'I write, what is life?'
"They all leaned back with guffaws of laughter. One of them spoke out, 'That's easy! If you have bread you eat, if you do not have bread you die.' "
At a crucially impressionable juncture in his development, May was exposed to the natural forms of beauty in the Greek countryside and internalized those forms until they became archetypes of a personal myth that he would spend a lifetime reinvoking and expressing in his art. The book describes his 1932 visit to the peninsula of Athos, free of women since the 11th Century. The Greek Orthodox monks led him to further insight: "It seemed that I had not listened to my inner voice, which had tried to talk to me about beauty. I had been too hard-working, too 'principled' to spend time merely looking at flowers . . . it had taken a collapse of my whole former way of life for this voice to make itself heard. . . ."

Dr.K Malhotra






"What is beauty? . . . Beauty is the experience that gives us a sense of joy and a sense of peace simultaneously. Other happenings give us joy and afterwards a peace, but in beauty these are the same experience. Beauty is serene and at the same time exhilarating; it increases one's sense of being alive. Beauty gives us not only a feeling of wonder; it imparts to us at the same moment a timelessness, a repose--which is why we speak of beauty as being eternal."
May reconciles the two classical descriptions of beauty--as the condition in which all the parts form a harmonious whole (Aristotle); or as "the eternal splendor of the One showing through the Many. . . " (Plato, Plotinus, Pythagoras). He cites Schiller's argument that beauty is born in play: "Play is the one activity where the fusion of inner vision and objective facts is achieved. Out of this comes the living form which is beauty." His book is testament to the truth of Freud's summary of "the two purposes of life: to love and to work." Both activities express creativity.
Relating the pursuit of beauty to his profession of psychology, May comments on Wallace Stevens' famous line: "Death is the mother of beauty." "Beauty calls up in us the qualities that go beyond death, such as eternity, serenity, the use of the imagination to project us beyond time and space, even to Peer Gynt's imagining the snow piling over him after he dies. . . . Beauty is eternity born into human existence."
MY Nostalgia will be in the next post..
XOXO!