Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Swachh Bharat Abhiyan ........and me........

Swachh Bharat Abhiyan Clean India Mission and abbreviated as SBA or SBM for "Swachh Bharat Mission") is a national campaign by the Government of India, covering 4,041 statutory cities and towns, to clean the streets, roads and infrastructure of the country.........Wikipedia


Saturday, March 12, 2016

Swachh Bharat Abhiyan ........and me........

Swachh Bharat Abhiyan (Hindi: स्वच्छ भारत अभियान, English: Clean India Mission and abbreviated as SBA or SBM for "Swachh Bharat Mission") is a national campaign by the Government of India, covering 4,041 statutory cities and towns, to clean the streets, roads and infrastructure of the country.
The campaign was officially launched on 2 October 2014 at RajghatNew Delhi, where Prime Minister Narendra Modi himself cleaned the road. It was performed in remembrance of Mahatma Gandhi's words. It is India's biggest ever cleanliness drive and 3 million government employees and school and college students of India participated in this event........Wikipedia
During my visit to villages when i was in ICAR's project i felt very sorry about the cleanliness of the village, villagers and their houses and i used to tell and motivate the villagers to live clean and inculcate clean habits in their children also i used to write articles in different magazines that were circulated in rural areas....
here is an article which was published those days 

another two articles in Hindi


recycling burlap and plastic bags

That's how I came up with to use empty plastic 1 and 5-liter tins of paint, 1-litre  of ghee. Cropped throat, puncture the bottom four holes. On the PVA glue paste bandage. Braided plastic yarn into multi coloured strings . The more connections, the more interesting and bigger pot turns. I get a long tape and glue PVA paste on a circle to the bank. In addition, the pot can be decorated with crocheted yarns.

You found out.  I’ve got a crush on jute.

 It’s true, though.  I love the natural look and beautiful texture that jute adds to a project, and to a room.  There are countless ways to use this inexpensive and often overlooked material in decorating and diy projects, so
Selvedged yarn of burlap bags of grains having written messages on them.
i love the details created by coloures  of messages on the burlap sac

Jute string burlap and mod podge give a plastic pot makeover

Wrap a 5 gallon bucket in burlap yarn for a cool, easy and cheap pot

  I’ve created several decorative tines with  jute yarn(selvedged from burlap bags of wheat grains) to add texture and a natural element to my projects and accessories in decorating!
Spruce up a plain tin with jute.

Friday, March 11, 2016

my crochet work

  last year hot on heels followed various simple hankies, gfted several hankies to my nieces and nephews, a baby blanket, lots of granny squares out of recycled sweaters selvedged (my mom’s) I will make a blanket out of them, simple granny squares with leftover yarns (to make another blanket with them) some pot holders 


cotton hanky
crochet bag ongoing project
I learnt about British and American crochet language. Now, just for fun, throw Afrikaans into the mix - the terms are totally unrelated to the English counterparts. And for more fun, try Dutch, 'cause that where Afrikaans comes from, and no one can blame you if you want to throw your hands into the air and run away.

I taught the ignorant crochet members  that crochet has a back and front

I started blogging about my adventure, and in the process learnt so much from great ladies around the world, who are generous with their patterns and advice, not to mention inspiration.

And with a member of our NGO and fellow Haryanvi lady Ved kaur.
 I started a crochet group with all the trainees in our NGO sewing class, which are now 142 members strong.  What a joy that is!  

The holy trip


We visited Varanasi in the end of February this month. My daughter was invited for a Kavi sangam. After the function …………….
The next whole day passed in a dream of delight: the sunny Ganges, the
spaces of the mighty liner, the amusing human show, the luxury that
lapped us—the boat and I actually had our own tiny private place
on the boat; one felt one's self translated to an urbaner sphere.  The boat

Condescended to fascinate the boatman, and our deep inside the Ganges was made very_ pleasant.  Nowadays one must go to sea or river for real undisturbed luxury; on shore life is full of discomforts even for the affluent.
My daughter reciting her poems
And then Varanasi!  Varanasi!   In February!  Out-of-doors Varanasi!    Varanasi under the night sky!  Hot tea at the Rajendra ghat: Chhannulal Mishra ’s music at assi ghat: its cool, and _chill, any time of the day or night, at the Kachauri ki gali, the centre of the bazar!  Varanasi, where you may ride in taxicabs as much as ever you want for the price of trolley
rides at home!  Oh, Varanasi  was more than ever a heaven for Indians at
this time, with Azamgarh at seventy to the rupee!  It was really a sin
not to drink bhang with every meal.  But I must not say anything
more about its effect on me.  I am telling another story now.
My daughter and me on boat in Ganges

That story recommences on the second day, when I found myself lunching
beside a window at Azamgarh between Ms Minu panday and Mrs. Pragya Singh:
the latter a name among literature people in Azamgarh.  I should
say in the beginning that Ganges passed as a lady of leisure in
My daughter was at my right, Mr tiwari my left, and I, facing the rear, looked out on the Ganges under the arcade, with the ghats in front of me hotels across the street.
The world was full of sunshine, and I felt like pinching myself to see
if this was really I.  What is, I suppose, the best-dressed crowd in the world, streamed by on the Ganges.  Mostly Indians.  The Ganges in February(as I experienced it ) is theirs.  I couldn't tell you what we ate.  It was brought, and it was taken away as in a dream.
My daughter with another participant at Ajamgarh
Next day they  took us to Vegetable department’s Guest house, for lunch or, as the Indian call it, a heavy meal.  The first lunch is a
miserable apology for a meal: the guest house--ugh!  I could never learn
to like the nasty medicine.  The Veg deptt’s guest house is one of the beautiful famous new BHU campus guest house that the guests do not often stumble on, a place
where one obtains the _ne plus ultra_ in eats.

After the meal Mr Tiwari walked with Mr Manglam, and VIPIN took me.  We used the stairs, since all four of us could not crowd into the elevator at once
without suffering a loss of dignity.

"I say, he's a crackerjack!" VIPIN whispered to me in good Indian.

I heartily agreed.  I had a sneaking regard for VIPIN, scoundrel though
she was.  I found it in my heart to be sorry for what was saving for
_her_.The little dining room was perfect in its unostentatiousness: simple,
straight mahogany, a bowl of roses on the table; sunlight streaming
under the awnings; golden arbor vitas and oleanders outside.  The
little Mr Tiwari 's lip curled in an envy that he tried to make appear
disdainful; there was something about it all that was beyond him; that
rendered his royal airs a little ridiculous.

When we seated ourselves at the little round table, Mr Tiwari had his
back to the windows with the Mr Manglam facing him; VIPIN was at his
right hand and I at her left.  The service was under the direction of
the invaluable participent, who can do everything.  he had been to Azamgarh
with us.  I shall have more to say of him on another occasion.  He is
as pretty as he is accomplished.  Assisting him was one of guest house maids, borrowed from upstairs.  The food would not have
suffered by comparison with BHU Campus, and every bit of it had been
prepared by Kamkesh in GH tiny kitchen.

The word used by Mr Tiwari upstairs stuck in the Mr Manglam mind like
a burr.  After we had been seated for some moments, and the
conversation had ranged all over, he said: "You said you had been
called away by professional matters.  Surely you do not mean your own

matters.  Is it possible that you ...?"

Monday, March 7, 2016

I am in WE

 When I guess back on your cereals and grains….what is the one grain that sticks out? If I guessed wheat or rice, then you love me and that means I am a loyal person for you. But in all seriousness, yes you people eat the same types of cereals/grains, roti/rice everyday. And this may be very neurotic but I make sure to eat rotties of different grains with at least lunch or dinner (or both!) each day….why you may ask? Well I hope this isn’t too difficult, and you will see, it gets things moving. Whenever any of my close one complain to me about their health or……any food related issues, I always say, eat roties of different grains each day. I kid you not, it works. And when one of the customers for wheat flour at our local grain shop wonders why I buy 7 sac..read the whole article here and HERE
My another post on roties is HERE


Sunday, March 6, 2016

Me made doll.

Project Doll!

Project Doll!

It was our textile class, we have to submit a project (utility article out of waste). After submission all the articles from the whole class will be sold in the fair, we will got the original price of the material , while the profit was supposed to go for charity. i hurriedly went to our main library, search for a craft book for reference, it was scorching heat in the month of May, but library was cool with AC connection in the close sequence room, and the browsing room. It took me 2 hours to found out a big craft book, I go through it standing near the rack itself, and issued it for a week. In those days my parents were in Chandigarh. I was in our Chandigarh house the next day for a week’s holiday. My vacation wrapped up in making the project “DOLL”.The project worked out so fruitful ( I got A grade for it), and beautiful that every body praised for it. As soon as I submitted it to my teacher, she purchased( for Rs 5 )it at once than and there. That is ….No need to put it in “fair stall” for sale.
Now after the coming many years I made so many dolls for my nice-and nephews, children of my friends and relatives, for the children of my neighbors and dear ones. Whenever I was in need of a gift, I always used to make that doll, not only that, I used to have one in advance in my stock for sudden requirement, the cycle lasted for many years.

In the picture above my sister’s son ( he is a doing his computer-engineering these days) is holding the specimen doll, in his hand.

Friday, March 4, 2016

Friday rain, and reblog

NDAY, JULY 7, 2013

I curled-up in my couch after a strain day's work, and had a nap. Soon  there was thunder storm with lots of sand and other materials fallowed by rain, it called a stop to my nap................and isit in front of my computer with a cup of tea...it happend with the following post on rain and i blogged it here......... 

Saturday Rain

Two days until Delhi. It is all I think about and had a nap.
A peaceful percussion of pitter-patter awoke me in the evening  just after three. I sent my niece and daughter in law for a very short run and let the sky fall wash over them like a holy bath. Living in the moment, they were and me too seeing them. And in that moment, I even forgot about Delhi.
Thank you, Saturday Evening Rain. I hope you stay all day.

Happy Rainy Day!

some posts are too cool to reblog again!again!!!!!and again !!!!!!!!!!!

Reduce Reuse and Recycle

I usually make the plarn out of plastic bags to crochet something useful but some plastic bags are hard to crochet 
plastic bags of sugar, grout, white cement, plaster of paris i made plarn out of these then braided them into a big braid!

Hereis the link for this rainy mat i made out of the braid

I unravel the mat  wrapped the braid over two paint tins for plant pots

braided plant pot in the varandah
braid covered  pot in the room 

again we people bored with the looks of the plant pots and up-cycled them 
Up-cycled braids on the floor in the sun so that they become soft to coil into the mats

third time i made three table mats out of that very plarn braid.
 the second place mat

 the third place mat