Wordless Wednesday

 

पुरानी यादें, अनमोल पल।

my beautiful Grand daughter

साल 2015 के गलियारे से एक प्यारी सी याद, जब घर का कोना-कोना इस मासूम मुस्कान से चहकता था। शब्दों से परे, केवल एक खूबसूरत एहसास।

xoxo.

Juxtaposition: A Painful Contrast of Lebanon's Past and Present

It was October 2012 when, while reading something, I came across the word 'Juxtaposition' and began searching deeply to understand its true meaning. During that search, I first encountered an architectural photograph where a towering, modern high-rise building stood right alongside an old, classical structure and a barren, twisted tree. It was an interesting visual clash of the old and the new, of concrete development and nature's starkness.

A Clash of Eras The stark juxtaposition of modern architecture rising beside classical heritage and a barren tree

 But as I dug deeper, I came across a much more thought-provoking photograph of Lebanon captured by photojournalist Steve McCurry, which showed a group of children playing on a tank. This image was a profoundly powerful and poignant example of the word, where a cruel instrument of war and the innocence of childhood were placed side-by-side, bringing the stark contrast of life there before the world. Back in 1982, Lebanon was torn apart by a devastating civil war and foreign military intervention, a time when even children’s playgrounds were not untouched by the shadows of conflict. 

Where playgrounds were made of steel Remembering Lebanon's past as history echoes into the present

Years later today, as I look at the situation in Lebanon once again, another profound juxtaposition of history and the present stands before us. Today's Lebanon is not only forced to survive through one of the worst economic and political crises in its history, but the old military confrontation and tension between Israel and Lebanon has also peaked once more. Looking at the ongoing airstrikes and shelling along the border, it feels as though a dark chapter of history is repeating itself. While the people of Lebanon in 1982 faced a crisis of immediate physical safety from bullets, today they bear the double blow of internal collapse and external warfare. The same contradiction of innocence and gunpowder that was captured in McCurry’s old photograph remains a part of children's lives there today, proving that even after decades, some wounds and life's painful juxtavons remain completely unresolved.

xoxo

Pages from an old diary, a changing world, and a thought that touched my heart...

Introduction:

 I have always had a deep passion for reading and writing. About 20 years ago, while reading, I noted down some fascinating information in my diary regarding the classification of the world, along with a map. Today, as I turned those old pages, I felt this piece of history should be shared with the younger generation so we can realize how much our world has transformed.

From the Pages of My Diary (A 20-Year-Old Note)

During the Cold War era, the 'Three-World Model' was widely used to understand global geopolitics. According to this model, the world was divided into four segments:

1. First World: Democratic and industrialized capitalist countries aligned with the United States (e.g., North America, Western Europe, Japan, and Australia).

2. Second World: The Eastern bloc of communist-socialist states under the influence of the Soviet Union (USSR) (e.g., Russia, China, and Eastern Europe).

3. Third World: The remaining countries that were non-aligned with either bloc and were developing (e.g., nations of Asia, Africa, and Latin America).

4. Fourth World: A term coined in the 1970s to refer to 'First Nations'—the indigenous peoples and cultural entities living within or across national state boundaries.

(The map below illustrates this historical model)

third_world_map

The Current Scenario: What Has Changed?

Over time, global politics and economics have shifted entirely. In today's era, this older model has become outdated and obsolete. The current reality reflects a different picture:

• The End of the 'Second World': With the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991, the 'Second World' ceased to exist ideologically. Today, countries like China and Russia wield their own distinct economic and strategic influence.

• From 'Third World' to 'Global South': The term 'Third World' is no longer used for developing nations as it is now perceived as somewhat derogatory. Instead, the term 'Global South' is used. Emerging economies like India have now become the strongest voice of the Global South.

• A Multipolar World: Today's world is no longer dictated by just one or two superpowers. Power is distributed across multiple centers—including India, the United States, China, the European Union, and Russia.

A Thought That Touched My Heart

That old note and map from my diary have now become beautiful historical documents. Preserving history is essential so we can see how far the world has progressed. Yet, amidst this so-called progress, looking at today's news—whether it is the ongoing conflicts and tensions involving the US, Israel, or Iran—fills the heart with sorrow.

Just yesterday, my niece (who is a physiotherapist at a civil hospital, whom I raised and educated with immense love, care, and dedication) made a brief but profoundly deep observation about global affairs. She said: "How foolish they are, still fighting wars in this day and age!"

Her words touched my heart deeply and struck me as incredibly true. At a time when humanity is reaching for the moon and stars, fighting wars over patches of land and dominance while costing innocent lives is nothing short of madness. Today's world does not need mighty superpowers or missiles; it simply needs this humane and sensitive perspective.

xoxo

Koisas da Minha Casa...e não só!!!: A surpresa...

Koisas da Minha Casa...e não só!!!: A surpresa...: ...recordam-se disto ??? O melhor amiguinho do meu Tesouro é um menino que andou com ele no infantário desde mais ao menos os 2 anos até à...

Chunautiyon ka Chintan (Hamara Ghar, Hamari Zimmedari

I came across this book online—"Chunautiyon ka Chintan (Hamara Ghar, Hamari Zimmedari,from Arya Samaj blog)"—which I had saved quite some time ago. I read a few of its chapters here; I am sharing images of the chapter titled "Hamari Santan Kaisi Ho" (What Should Our Children Be Like), and a brief summary of it is provided below.

In today's fast-paced, materialistic world, we often find ourselves measuring success by our bank balances, investments, real estate, or gold. But if we pause and truly think, what is our most precious asset? If a crisis were to hit, what would we choose to save first? The answer, without a doubt, is always our children. Yet, while we closely monitor stock market trends and property rates, we often fail to notice where our children are heading, what they are learning, and what is occupying their minds. Our priorities have shifted alongside our changing definitions of wealth, and we are facing the consequences right before our eyes.

The biggest challenge capturing our children's minds today is the unchecked addiction to smartphones and the internet. What started as a tool for online classes during the pandemic has now turned into a dangerous dependency. Parents often hand over phones to quiet a crying child, unaware that they are pushing them into a virtual world. This screen time diminishes their intellectual capacity and traps them in an artificial reality. When left alone with a screen, children become isolated, vulnerable to inappropriate content, and prone to extreme mood swings or violent behavior. We frequently read tragic news stories of youth committing horrific acts out of rage simply because a device was taken away. The digital screen has silently emerged as a dangerous third mentor, overriding the influence of both home and school.

We must remember that parents are a child's very first guides. Children rarely do what we tell them to do; they do what they see us doing. If a mother reads a book, her child will naturally imitate that curiosity. But if we, as guardians, spend our evenings glued to screens, we cannot expect our children to do any different. To reclaim our families, we need a conscious shift in our daily habits. We must establish a routine where the entire family sits together for at least one meal a day completely free of phones. During travels, instead of retreating into separate digital worlds, we should use the time to talk, share old family stories, play word games, and truly bond.

The solution lies in filling their world with better alternatives. Let us replace screen time with the warmth of good literature. Cultivate a habit of buying meaningful books for children and gifting them on special occasions like birthdays. Encourage open conversations at home about history, values, and community events, giving them the space to speak their minds. We invest so much of our life's energy into earning and securing financial wealth. If we could dedicate just a fraction of that effort to nurturing our children with the right values, presence, and guidance, we would be securing our true wealth. After all, our families shape our society, and our society shapes the nation. Protecting this real wealth is our greatest responsibility. XOXO

c o n v e r s a t i o n s: Why cook stoves are changing rural women’s lives

c o n v e r s a t i o n s: Why cook stoves are changing rural women’s lives: Indians have grown up with images of squatting rural women working wood sticks in their chulhas (cook stoves) to make food for their f...

'आजकल' पत्रिका में बेटी विपिन चौधरी का आलेख: हिन्दी कहानी का वर्तमान

साहित्य और संस्कृति की प्रतिष्ठित मासिक पत्रिका 'आजकल' के जून 2026 के अंक को देखना मेरे लिए अत्यंत गर्व और प्रसन्नता का क्षण है। इस विशेष अंक में मेरी बेटी विपिन चौधरी का एक बेहद महत्वपूर्ण और वैचारिक आलेख प्रकाशित हुआ है।

विपिन ने "हिन्दी कहानी के वर्तमान" विषय पर केंद्रित इस आलेख में विभिन्न पीढ़ियों के प्रतिष्ठित कथाकारों से बातचीत की है। इस संवाद में पंकज बिष्ट, ज्ञानप्रकाश विवेक, महेश दर्पण, योगेन्द्र आहूजा और अलका सरावगी जैसे दिग्गज साहित्यकारों ने समकालीन कहानी के बदलते सामाजिक यथार्थ, शिल्प और आज के दौर की चुनौतियों पर अपने गंभीर विचार साझा किए हैं। आप सभी सुधी पाठकों से अनुरोध है कि इस विषय पर अपने विचार जरूर साझा करें। आज के दौर में बदलती हिन्दी कहानी के इस स्वरूप को आप किस तरह देखते हैं। आलेख को पढ़कर अपनी बहुमूल्य प्रतिक्रिया नीचे कमेंट बॉक्स में जरूर दें। आपके विचारों का स्वागत रहेगा। XOXO

वेलेंटाइन डे हार्ट (Crochet Heart Applique)

वेलेंटाइन डे पर क्रोशिये से हार्ट का एप्लिक (Applique) बनाकर अपने वेलेंटाइन की पॉकेट पर या पेन स्टैंड पर टांक दें। फिर देखिए कि वे इसे पाकर कितने खुश होते हैं। मैंने यह पैटर्न बहुत पहले बनाया था। हालाँकि, अब मेरे पास वह क्रोशिये से बना सुंदर हार्ट नहीं है जो मैंने तब बनाया था (शायद मैंने उसे किसी खास को तोहफ़े में दे दिया हो!), लेकिन मैं आप सभी के साथ इसका आसान और साफ़ पैटर्न शेयर कर रही हूँ ताकि आप इस वैलेंटाइन डे पर इसे अपने पार्टनर के लिए बना सकें।" इस हार्ट को नीचे विवरण के साथ-साथ बहुत ही आसान स्टेप्स में समझाया गया है।आप आसानी से इन्हें पढ़ कर बना सकती हैं. आवश्यक सामग्री: मनपसंद रंग की ऊन या धागा ऊन के साइज के अनुसार क्रोशिया हुक सिलने या टांकने के लिए सुई बनाने का तरीका: पहला चक्कर: सबसे पहले एक मैजिक सर्कल बनाएं। पहली रो शुरू करने के लिए 2 चेन बनाएं। सर्कल के अंदर 2 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया और बनाएं। आगे 3 चेन बनाएं। अब 5 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। फिर से 3 चेन बनाएं। दोबारा 5 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। फिर 3 चेन बनाएं। अंत में 2 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। अब इसे स्लिप स्टिच से जोड़कर राउंड को पूरा करें।

दूसरा चक्कर: 1 सिंगल क्रोशिया बनाएं। 1 हाफ डबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। आगे 11 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। फिर 6 हाफ डबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। बीच में 1 चेन बनाएं। दोबारा 6 हाफ डबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। अब 11 ट्रेबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। फिर 1 हाफ डबल क्रोशिया बनाएं। अंत में 1 सिंगल क्रोशिया बनाएं। काम को बंद करने के लिए स्लिप स्टिच बनाएं और धागा पक्का करके काट लें। आपका सुंदर और प्यारा क्रोशिया हार्ट तैयार है। अब इसे अपनी मनचाही जगह पर टांकें और अपनों के चेहरे पर मुस्कान लाएं।

शब्दों की वैश्विक यात्रा: हनोई (Hanoi) से एक मुलाकात और आत्म-मंथन 🌍

रोज शाम को जब मैं कंप्यूटर खोलकर अपने ब्लॉग के आंकड़े देखती हूं, तो मन एक अनूठे संतोष और विस्मय से भर जाता है। दुनिया के 103 देशों के पाठकों ने मेरे विचारों को पढ़ा है और आज मेरे ब्लॉग पर 161 झंडे (flags) इकट्ठा हो चुके हैं। इनमें कुछ ऐसे भी अज्ञात (Unknown) और सैटेलाइट से जुड़े पाठक हैं जिनकी सटीक लोकेशन तो एक रहस्य है, पर उनके व्यूज यह बताते हैं कि शब्द सीमाओं और तकनीकों को लांघकर दूर-दूर तक पहुंच जाते हैं। आज शाम की एक घटना ने मुझे विशेष रूप से प्रभावित किया। आज से ठीक तीन घंटे पहले, वियतनाम के खूबसूरत और ऐतिहासिक शहर हनोई (Hanoi) से एक पाठक ने मेरे ब्लॉग पर आकर मेरा एक पुराना लेख पढ़ा। यह लेख साल 2018 में 'Woman's Era' मैगजीन में "Shopping Bedsheets ..Gracious sryle" शीर्षक से छपा था, जिसे मैंने स्कैन करके अपने ब्लॉग पर साझा किया था।

double click for larger view बेड लिनेन, थ्रेड-काउंट और फैब्रिक्स की बारीकियों पर आधारित इस लेख को जब आज तीन घंटे पहले हनोई में बैठकर किसी ने पढ़ा, तो मैं गहरी सोच में पड़ गई। जब मैं अपनी ही इस पुरानी लिखी बात को दोबारा पढ़ने लगी, तो खुद का ही मूल्यांकन (evaluate) करने बैठ गई। मैं सोचने लगी कि समय के साथ मेरे लेखन और विचारों की यात्रा ने कितने पड़ाव तय किए हैं। अपनी ही पुरानी पोस्ट को पढ़ना, खुद को बीते हुए पन्नों में तलाशना और दुनिया भर के अनजान लोगों से इस माध्यम से जुड़ना, मेरे लिए अब एक खूबसूरत सांध्यकालीन साधना बन गया है। मेरे शब्दों को स्नेह देने के लिए हनोई के उस अनजान पाठक और दुनिया भर के सभी पाठकों का हृदय से आभार। 🙏✍️ xoxo

My crochet earrings project

A little reminder for my crochet earrings project! I have already crocheted some beautiful earrings, but they still need to be blocked and stiffened. Once that’s done, I will need these Ball Head Pins to add beads and give them a professional, boutique-style finish.As soon as I get some free time, I'll order these from Amazon to finally complete my gorgeous handmade earrings!

XOXO

Amritsar Diary: Faith, Historical Scars, and Patriotic Fervour at Wagah Border

This was my trevelogue of Amritsar blog post of Wednesday, January 10, 2018 Way to worship... Say salute to the holy places!I had always yearned to visit Amritsar. Choosing this sacred and historic city was driven by three deeply personal and emotional reasons. I knew this was the land that holds:The divine shadow of Sri Harmandir Sahib (Golden Temple), which radiates peace and spirituality across the world.The striking line of the 'Wagah Border' separating two nations. Witnessing this border always fills my heart with a quiet melancholy. It reminds me of the old days in our village, where families like the Telis (oil-pressers), Lilgars (dyers), and Saudagars (who stuffed kapok into our winter quilts) lived in peace, protected by my grandparents. Today, their relatives remain on the other side of the border in Pakistan.The immortal grounds of Jallianwala Bagh, where countless innocent souls were mercilessly gunned down by colonial cruelty. It felt essential to stand there, pay my respects, and mourn their ultimate sacrifice.We set out on this journey at 5:00 AM sharp with our camera in hand (though it threw a few tantrums along the way!). On our way to Amritsar, we picked up Baljit Kaur from Ratia. Due to security regulations, we didn’t use cell phones inside the premises, but we managed to capture some unforgettable memories with our camera. -----Sri Harmandir Sahib: Where Peace Resides in Every CornerThe first stop of our journey was the world-famous Golden Temple. Beholding the main structure of the Darbar Sahib, shimmering with gold plating amidst the vast, serene holy sarovar (lake), was nothing short of a celestial experience.There was a massive queue of devotees waiting to pay their respects, and it took us several hours to reach the main Granth Sahib area. Along the walkway, the shade supported by three distinct pillars was clearly visible. -----------The holy 'Guru Granth Sahib' is enshrined right in the middle of this lake structure. Sitting there and absorbing the absolute tranquility was an experience beyond words.

Tap or click the image for a larger view ---------Jallianwala Bagh: A Painful Chapter of HistoryMoving from the peaceful embrace of the Golden Temple, we walked into Jallianwala Bagh. This is a place that brings tears to the eyes of every Indian even today.This is the infamous 'Martyr's Well' (Shahidi Kuan), a haunting testament to British brutality. When General Dyer blocked the only narrow entrance to this park and ordered his troops to open fire indiscriminately on a peaceful gathering of unarmed people, many jumped into this very well to escape the raining bullets. Standing here and feeling the weight of their sacrifice truly gives you goosebumps.🇮🇳 ------------Wagah Border: Where Patriotism Beats in Every HeartThe Wagah Border is located about 30 kilometers from the main city of Amritsar. We traveled in our own vehicle, but to reach the exact border spot, we hired a local rickshaw, which cost just ₹10 per person for the round trip. Arriving during the morning hours gave us a brilliant opportunity to witness our brave Jawans during their drill. Their matchless, clock-work precision easily surpasses the Pakistani side.Every evening at sunset, the flags of both nations are lowered with utmost respect during the Beating Retreat Ceremony. Watching the Indian tricolor and the Pakistani flag come down diagonally in unison is a moment that fills you with immense pride. Once the ceremony concludes, the gates are closed, marking the end of the event. Vast crowds gather on both sides of the gate to witness this spectacle. It is a must-visit for every individual at least once in their lifetime! --------- ---Proud Moments!Standing next to the BSF Jawan guarding the border was a highlights of our trip. You can clearly see the massive height difference between us and the towering Jawan standing in the middle! Vipin and Richa took immense pride in posing for pictures at this iconic border spot. A Journey of Deep EmotionsIn this singular journey through Amritsar, we experienced a profound spectrum of tranquility, pain, and fierce patriotism. While sitting by the serene, holy waters of the Golden Temple brought absolute tranquility to the soul, standing near the tragic Martyr’s Well at Jallianwala Bagh made us feel the deep, historic pain that still echoes today. Finally, the thundering marches and roaring echoes at the Wagah Border filled our veins with an undeniable sense of patriotism and pride that words fail to capture.This wasn’t just a simple trip; it was a beautiful tapestry of emotions that has forever shifted my perspective on spaces of worship and faith.

Ditch the Plastic: Elegant Crochet Wisterias for Festive Decor

Nothing is better than a garland of beautiful wisterias to make your door more attractive. If you don’t agree with this statement, then check out my crochet wisterias on my front door in the pic below.

This Deepawali, instead of plastic decorations, I chose to adorn my entrance with these handmade blooms. The piece is made up of multiple textured strands that hang downward in a slightly uneven pattern to replicate the natural, flowing look of wisteria blooms. Combined with festive lights, it proves how crocheted wisterias can do magic in home decor. Learn how to make a wisteria hanging in the YouTube link below. https://youtu.be/615YiLpT40Q?si=WRlpxy5JJwU7eiRC If you liked this post, please leave a comment below or share your thoughts! xoxo

My Sitar, My Journey..

My connection with music began in 1972 during my prep at F.C. College, Hisar. What started as a spark of interest in the Sitar soon became a lifelong practice for a holistic and introspective lifestyle. Following this musical foundation, I went on to pursue my higher studies at CCS HAU, but the strings of the Sitar remained a constant part of my soul.Every time I play, it brings back memories of those formative years and the soulful atmosphere of Agra. It’s a practice that continues to keep me connected to my roots and brings me immense inner peace.

My Sitar: A lifelong journey of peace and introspection since 1972. XOXO

यादों के झरोखे से: महिला सुरक्षा समिति, हिसार (1997)

इनमें (हल्की हरी साड़ी में) उस समय के DC की धर्मपत्नी, (गहरी हरी साड़ी में) पुलिस कमिश्नर की धर्मपत्नी, और संस्था की समर्पित सदस्य मिसेज ग्रोवर एवं मिसेज जुनेजा (अपने बेटे के साथ) की उपस्थिति विशेष रूप से उल्लेखनीय है। यह आयोजन केवल एक मेला नहीं था, बल्कि एक परिवार की तरह जुड़े समाज का मिलन था।मद्रास हैंडलूम और मयूर हैंडीक्राफ्ट जैसे स्टॉल्स से सजा यह मैदान और फूलों की वह सुंदर प्रदर्शनी आज भी हमें उन सुनहरे दिनों की याद दिलाती है। हमारी संस्था का यह सफर अत्यंत गौरवशाली रहा है और ये पुरानी यादें हमें भविष्य में भी इसी तरह पूरी निष्ठा के साथ समाज सेवा के लिए प्रेरित करती रहेंगी। xoxo

Inheriting Art, Remembering Love

Today, an old post from my blog unexpectedly surfaced, pulling me back through the corridors of time. It was 2013, a difficult and quiet time in the ICU while my mother was undergoing treatment. Looking at these photos, I can still feel the weight of those moments. While Mom fought for her health, I sat by her side, my hands busy with pink thread, working on a 'Pineapple Square'. It wasn’t just a pattern; it was a labor of love, a silent prayer for her recovery, and a way to feel connected to her in that sterile room.

Now Mom was a master of crochet. She tried to teach me so many times, but I just couldn't grasp it then. After losing her, I felt a deep determination to learn this craft in her honor. Today, I can finally crochet 'Granny Squares', and I love it. Every time I pick up the hook, I feel her presence guiding my fingers. Moving from that unfinished pineapple square in the ICU to the squares I create today has been a healing journey. These threads are more than just yarn; they are the unbreakable bond between a mother and daughter. I didn't just learn a technique; I inherited a piece of her heart. Mom, I miss you every day. This craft is my tribute to you. xoxo

The Eternal Flame of Service: An Inspiring Journey from Sister Nivedita to Dr. Malhotra

History often keeps many names hidden in its folds—those whose contributions to India’s progress are invaluable, yet forgotten by generations. One such name is Sister Nivedita, the disciple of Swami Vivekananda, who dedicated her entire life to India. Born on October 28, 1867, as Margaret Elizabeth Noble, she made India her home at the age of 30. A Vision of Education and Empowerment Sister Nivedita believed that education was the only weapon to fight social evils. She started a school for girls in Bagbazar, Kolkata, which was inaugurated by Ma Sarada. Today, we carry forward her ideology through our NGO, Mahila Suraksha Samiti (Hisar).

Our Foundation: Dr. Kaushalya Malhotra (1919 – 2013)Our organization has been blessed to grow under the visionary leadership of the late Dr. Kaushalya Malhotra (renowned Gynaecologist and Surgeon). Born in 1919, Dr. Malhotra pursued medicine at a time when education for women was a rare achievement. Since the NGO's registration in 1992, she led from the front, launching extensive 'Health Awareness Campaigns' in underserved areas to educate women about hygiene and wellness.Her affection for Hisar was profound. Even though she lived with her family in Bhopal, she chose to spend her final months here with us in Hisar. Following her passing in 2013, the responsibility of carrying forward her noble legacy fell upon my shoulders. We are what we are today because of her blessings and vision. A Wave of Change: From Valmiki Colony to SuccessToday, our committee is bringing a positive transformation in the lives of the daughters of Valmiki Colony in Patel Nagar. Skill Development: Girls are becoming proficient in tailoring, embroidery, toy making, and traditional crafts.

Milestones of Success: Many girls have completed certificate courses from Haryana Agricultural University and secured respectable jobs in cities like Gurugram. Self-Reliance: Today, they are learning computers, providing tuitions, and becoming economically independent by selling handmade macrame and crochet items. Walking on the path shown by Swami Vivekananda and Sister Nivedita, our journey continues with the memories of Dr. Malhotra and the smiles of these empowered daughters. xoxo

World Earth Day 2026

Millions of people around the world paused today, at least for a moment, to mark Earth Day. It’s an annual event founded by people who hoped to stir activism to clean up and preserve a planet that is now home to some 8 billion humans and assorted trillions of other organisms. This year’s Earth Day centers around the slogan “Our Power, Our Planet” and encourages collective action against environmental impacts. On this day, 1970

First Earth Day April 22nd, 1970: Peace activist John McConnell, US Senator Gaylord Nelson, and coordinator Denis Hayes create a day to honor and promote protection of the Earth and its ecosystems. Earth Day will gain in popularity, and grow to include observances in more than 192 countries. 99.99% of Indians will not know that today is "Earth Day" unless they are told. The same number will enjoy the benefits of living in a modern, wealthy, industrial society and will never think twice about how fortunate they are or how we got here. xoxo

A Journey Through Time: From 1990 to Today

There is a unique joy in revisiting old photographs; they are like windows to our soul.

Today, as I curated this collage from the archives of my old blog post, I felt as if time had stood still. This photograph takes me back to 1990, a pivotal chapter of my life when I was pursuing my M.Sc. in Family Resource Management at the prestigious CCS HAU, Hisar. Those were days of simplicity, big dreams, and academic rigor. The foundation laid in those corridors of HAU has been the guiding force of my life. Even after retirement, my journey hasn't paused; instead, it has found a new purpose. Today, serving as the President/Secretary of an NGO, I am dedicated to the cause of Women Empowerment—a mission whose seeds were likely sown during my university days. It feels like only yesterday when we were learning the nuances of resource management. Today, sharing those experiences to make women self-reliant and aware brings an unparalleled sense of fulfillment. Our recent workshop on 'Consumer Awareness' in February was a reminder that education never truly ends; it simply evolves to serve society. This collage is more than just a collection of frames; it is a reflection of my evolving identity—from a dedicated student and professional to a social advocate today. The memories may be old, but the inspiration they provide is timeless. XOXO

एक यादगार शाम

After a long time, I finally got the chance to sit at my PC today. To be honest, I have never been very comfortable working on a mobile phone, so it feels good to be back at my desk. Sharing some special glimpses from an If tar party on social media today. It was an honour to be in the company of Shri Naveen Jindal Ji and Shri Shah Nawaz Hussain Ji. सफ़दरजंग की वो शाम, जहाँ अपनों का साथ था और दुआओं का दौर। २१ मार्च २०२६ की इस इफ्तार पार्टी में राजनीति और उद्योग जगत की दिग्गज हस्तियों—सैयद शाहनवाज़ हुसैन जी और नवीन जिंदल जी के साथ बिताए ये पल हमेशा दिल के करीब रहेंगे. मेरी बेटी विपिन, मेरी बहन और बच्चों के साथ इस रूहानी माहौल का हिस्सा बनना वाकई सुकून देने वाला था। चेहरे की ये मुस्कान गवाह है कि अपनों के साथ और अच्छे दोस्तों के बीच बिताया गया वक्त ही असली दौलत है.

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Ancient Singing Tradition

How an Ancient Singing Tradition Helps People Cope With Trauma in the Modern World

Riitta Excell wore a pair of homemade wool socks: white with red floral patterns and rounded blue toes. Around her were women sipping tea and enjoying plum pastries and chicken feta pie. They wore homemade wool socks, as well.

It was nearly 3 o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and Pirkko Fihlman’s living room on the outskirts of Helsinki was filled with black-and-white family photos, porcelain figurines of angels and birds, and embroidered rococo chairs. The clink of tea cups fell silent, and then Excell squeezed her eyes closed, clenched her fists, and began to sing a lament in Finnish.

“I took pills for my depression

just to smother my emotions.

Doctors said that I would need them,

but I learned to cry without them.

So I stopped taking the tablets,

then I let my feelings rise up

for my mother when she passed on,

for my marriage when he quit me,

left me as a single mother,

with a hard job and no weekends.

Now I weep without taking pills,

yet I still feel very angry,

and the fury seems well-founded,

but the feelings will not hurt me.”

Excell’s lyrics may be modern, but the style of singing comes from an older place.

“Lament [singing] is a very old, traditional way to express your feelings,” says Fihlman, a lament teacher and matriarch of the group. “If you are hurt or you have sorrows or you want to express your feelings, you cry it out. You let it come out. That’s what they would do in the old times.”

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In Finland, the ancient musical tradition known as lament singing is seeing a revival.

In the past, the custom was observed at funerals, weddings, and during times of war. But today, practitioners have a modern application for it: musical therapy. By providing an opportunity to process emotions through song, lament singing can confer mental health benefits to modern practitioners.

“[In lament] people can express themselves,” Fihlman says. “Very often people [in my courses] make laments of their grief. They miss their parents or they have troubles in their marriage or maybe they were hurt in childhood and they never had a chance to bring it up.” 

While the custom resembles many “new age” practices, Finnish lament singing has a feature that those neo-spiritual systems don’t: It teaches a tradition specific to the region instead of borrowing from other cultures.

Originally, the tradition wasn’t about emotional healing.

“The function of [lament singing] was to establish positive contact with your ancestors, the dead, and help them in some way,” says Jim Wilce, a professor of anthropology at Northern Arizona University and author of numerous books and papers on lament singing around the world. Originally, he says, the tradition wasn’t about emotional healing.

Which, according to Wilce, is what makes the revival so unique.

“In every traditional lament … you have a connection with what I call ‘the divine powers,’” says Eila Stepanova, a folklore studies Ph.D. at the University of Helsinki. “[This isn’t] a Christian god. It’s something in between—an older layer of traditional beliefs.”

Riitta Excell sings a lament. Photo by Katri Heinämäki.

While lament singing exists in communities from Bangladesh to New Zealand, according to Wilce, and has even been documented in the ancient poem “Beowulf,” the form being practiced in Finland has its roots in the area now known as the Republic of Karelia—the region on the Russian side of the Finnish border. Stepanova says the traditional laments—sung for funerals, weddings, war—were performed to help people move from one world to the other, be it to the land of the dead, to a new family, or to the battlefield. At ceremonies for the dead, for instance, laments were sung to wake deceased members of the family in the other world to meet new arrivals.

But traditional laments weren’t simply a style of song: They were a unique language in which nothing was ever named directly.

In lament singing, positive descriptions are used: Things are sweet, light, bright, dear, or wonderful.

“For example, you have substitute names for all personal relations [and] for objects or phenomenons,” says Stepanova. “So in lament language, when you talk about your mother, you don’t use the word mother. You say, ‘the dearest woman who brought me [into] the sweetest world who carried me,’ or ‘my dear carrier,’ or ‘my dear cherisher.’”

Other examples include the sun, which can be called a “golden disk,” or arms, which can be called "shoulder branches.” And in lament singing, positive descriptions are used. Things are sweet, light, bright, dear, or wonderful. The one exception is any description of the lamenter herself.

“She is always the miserable [one]. She never says the word ‘I,’” explains Stepanova. Instead, when describing herself, the lamenter might say she’s the “miserable body,” “woman of great sorrows,” or “body made of tears.”

Stepanova’s mother published the first lament dictionary in 2004 documenting approximately 1,400 different metaphors for words used in the songs. Like any language, it’s evolving with modern times. Cars can be “headless horses,” phone calls can be “messages that come through metal strings,” and televisions can be “talking boxes.”

But while Finland is seeing a revival—instructor Fihlman says she has conducted nearly 200 courses with almost 2,000 students—other parts of the world are seeing a decline in the traditional practice.

Lament singing existed in rural communities for generations, but it was viewed as a pagan tradition.

Wilce says that around the world lament singing is threatened. In Bangladesh, for instance, practitioners often face physical violence in rural Muslim societies.

“People are being shamed by their relatives,” says Wilce. “By fundamentalist Christian missionaries in Papua New Guinea and [in] other places by the values of rationality and urbanizing modernity.”

Yet in Finland, the tradition is blossoming, despite a history that has often threatened its survival. In Karelia, Fihlman says that lament singing existed in rural communities for generations, but it was viewed as a pagan tradition by Orthodox and Lutheran Christians and often driven underground. Urbanization also threatened the continued existence of lament singing. In the last century, as young people moved away from their hometowns to find jobs and schooling in cities, villages began to disappear, along with lament singers. And in the early days of the Soviet Union, authorities often employed lament for ideological and propaganda efforts, creating laments that expressed support for the Soviet system and its leaders.

Stepanova says that, eventually, only old people told ancient stories and sang antique laments. “They were museum items, and they stopped being a living tradition among people,” she says.

 

But somehow, adds Fihlman, it survived. “We don’t have those old people anymore,” she says. “But [now] we have this new generation.”

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Minna Hokka wore a candy-striped turtleneck sweater in chartreuse, cream, and maroon. Fihlman, Excell, and other lamenters looked on as she raised her head and began singing. Unlike Excell’s lament, Hokka’s was a historical ode recalling Karelia’s bitter history with Russia.

“To the people of Karelia,

souls and spirits born in beauty:

Through the windows were your green fields,

in the blue skies larks were singing,

saints and icons stood in silence,

watching over wooden log homes.

Kanteles echoed in the dark rooms,

and the stars blinked in the night sky,

but your thoughts were wrapped in darkness:

iron hail rained on your rooftops.”

Hokka, 41, is part of the new generation learning from Fihlman. She says she hopes to start composing laments for young people struggling with addiction.

“Nowadays crying is seen as losing face, so people avoid and fear it,” says Hokka. “Finland needs its tears.”

For Hokka and other lamenters, the practice isn’t just a hobby: It’s an ancient tradition now finding contemporary use. And in Fihlman’s home on the outskirts of Helsinki, it’s taking root with a new generation, one sad song at a time.

“Does [lament singing] have connection to the past? To tradition? To beliefs or values?” Stepanova says. “Or do we make it a museum item behind glass and go and think, Ahh, nice, yes, and forget about it? It depends on us.”

This article originally appeared in Yes! Magazine at https://www.yesmagazine.org/democracy/2017/05/16/how-an-ancient-singing-tradition-helps-people-cope-with-trauma-in-the-modern-world.

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April

In the Indian subcontinent, April stands as a living symbol of rebirth and new beginnings. This is the time when spring is in full bloom, golden crops are harvested, and traditional new years are celebrated across different corners of the country. This sacred land of India teaches us that no matter how deep the darkness, the victory of light is always certain. It is a call to purify our inner selves, leave behind past burdens, and move forward with a positive mindset. This is the true essence of Indian philosophy—to embrace every moment with newfound zeal and profound gratitude.

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The Truth of Two Decades: Slums, the System, and My Research

Pictures speak... if only one has the eye to listen. Today, while browsing through old files on my computer, this photograph suddenly appeared, and a caravan of memories began to unfold. This photo is from 2016, during a trip to Jaipur with 16 of my NGO colleagues. We had stopped at a farmhouse, where I met this woman. To me, it wasn't just a picture; it was a glimpse into the self-respect of rural life—knowing how to smile even amidst scarcity. However, as a researcher, my true destination was the slums of Jaipur. My connection with Valmiki Nagar began in 2001 when I first applied for my PhD at Rajasthan University under Dr. M. Kapur. The journey was far from easy. I faced a long administrative battle over the 'equivalence' of my B.Sc. degree. After three years of persistent effort, my admission was finally confirmed in 2004, and I officially immersed myself in fieldwork in 2005. During that 2005-06 fieldwork, I was deeply impressed by a woman in Valmiki Nagar who had completed 12th grade. Despite a lack of resources, her education had led her to live a very organized life. Seeing her discipline, I truly believed that education would transform the fate of these slums.

"A single photograph can hold a lifetime of stories. For me, this image is more than a memory—it is a window into a 25-year-old quest that began with a struggle for a PhD admission in 2001 and evolved into a deep study of Jaipur’s slums. From Nehru's vision of 'Eradication' in 1952 to the stagnant reality of 2026, here is a glimpse into the two decades of my research journey." But when I returned in 2016-17 for a 'Decadal Change' study, the reality disappointed me. That same woman had become an 'Anganwadi worker' in the same slum. While the administration might view this as progress, I saw it as a stagnant shift. This brings to mind Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru's visit to the slums of Kanpur in 1952. Distressed by the subhuman conditions, he remarked: "These slums should be burnt to the ground and replaced with decent houses for human beings." His vision was 'Eradication'—to lift people out of squalor and settle them in planned townships. Unfortunately, we shifted from 'eradication' to making these slums 'permanent.' By 2016, the system focused on providing minor facilities like Anganwadis, effectively institutionalizing their stay there. Now, in April-May 2026, I am preparing for my third visit. I want to observe this full cycle from 2005 to 2026 to see if we have truly progressed, or if we have simply given 'disorder' a new, permanent name.This journey from 2005 to 2026 is now taking the shape of a book and research papers XOXO

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Through the Lens of Memories: An Engagement, Boundless Love, and That Precious Blessing

Date: March 2, 2026 This morning, while cleaning for Holi, I happened to pick up an old photo album. Time and dampness had left their mark on it, and a few loose photographs slipped out. Among them was this picture from my son’s engagement, dated April 2, 2012. In the photo, my son, daughter-in-law, daughter,my niece and me all are seated together, sharing a smile. While it looks like a simple family portrait, it holds within it a profound story of service and respect that touches my heart even today.

A Memorable Afternoon and the Warmth of Relationships My mother was a part of our joy that day. Since she could not walk without support, my son and his friend manually assisted her to the hotel room in Delhi, which had been booked by my son’s in-laws. The room was arranged with tea and refreshments for us. Soon, it was time for lunch in the hotel hall. Since my mother had a very light appetite and the struggle of moving with support remained, we decided to let her rest in the room, thinking we would return quickly for the engagement rituals after our meal. However, when we returned, what we heard from her—and the sheer joy and satisfaction we saw on her face—won our hearts completely. An Exemplary Display of Values and Service My mother was exceptionally happy. She told us that in our absence, my daughter-in-law’s brother took immense care of her. He visited the room repeatedly, serving her juice, snacks, and lunch. Beyond that, he had even stationed a lady attendant there specifically to assist her with the washroom or any other needs. It was a beautiful beginning to a new relationship, where the focus was not just on the rituals, but on the comfort and dignity of the elders. A Priceless Legacy and Farewell On January 9, 2013, my mother left us forever. I remember those days vividly; I used to work on my computer with her sitting right next to me in another chair. I would feed her small bites with a spoon every few minutes. That day, while sitting there, she couldn't quite swallow a morsel, and she simply closed her eyes. My son, who had come home from his showroom for lunch, immediately moved her to the floor and tried to give her artificial respiration, but she looked as if she had drifted into a peaceful, blissful sleep. Her breath did not return. The doctor arrived within ten minutes, but she had already passed away. During those final nine months of her life, I stayed by her side like a 24-hour nurse. At night, my niece, who was then studying Computer Engineering, performed her duties beautifully by assisting her with the washroom and other needs. My daughter was living in Delhi at the time of her passing. Today, this picture is not just a reminder of an event; it is a testament to the love, service, and respect that binds our family together.

"That priceless blessing, which stays with us through every joy and sorrow." Closing Note: As I look back today, I realize that relationships are built not just on rituals, but on the profound respect and care we show for one another—especially in times of need. My mother is no longer with us, but her values and that satisfied smile remain the greatest legacy of our family. Do you also have a cherished memory of your elders that has touched your heart? I would love to hear your stories in the comments below.

The Sky of Memories: A Brother’s Anniversary and the Debt to a Forgotten Heroine

February 28, 2026 Today, my heart inevitably wanders back to that tragic moment in 1995 when my younger brother bid farewell to this world. He was a promising Mechanical Engineer in the Indian Air Force (IAF). After completing his engineering from Tambaram, Madras, he served brave machines like the MiG-21. Today, on his anniversary, as I turn the pages of an old album, three photographs bring an entire era to life before my eyes. These photos are not just my family history; they are witnesses to a time in the IAF when bravery and human compassion walked hand in handं

The MiG-21 and My Younger Brother In this photo, my late younger brother stands proudly in front of his MiG-21 fighter jet. This aircraft is a symbol of his technical mastery and unwavering commitment to the Air Force. The pride he felt as an engineer, keeping his planes ready for flight, is clearly visible on his faceं

My Father and Dr. Chanda (Agra Runway, 1966-67) In this photo, my late father (who was an IAF Police Officer) stands on the runway, to the right side of the aircraft. And, in that same photo, to the extreme right, stands Wing Commander Dr. Gita Chanda (Ghosh) in her dignified IAF uniform of a light blue blouse and navy blue sari. This photo is very special to me because it depicts the woman who not only created history but also rescued my family from a deep crisisं

source(internet) Dr. Gita Chanda: An Unheard and Forgotten History It was July 17, 1959. A Dakota aircraft was flying over North India. Standing behind three instructors was a young, fearless trainee—Dr. Gita Chanda. As soon as the signal came, she jumped fearlessly into the air. That historic 40-second journey gave India its first female paratrooper. Today, it is a matter of great pain and regret that the dust of time has blurred her courage. People often do not even know her nameं Before the Historic Flight This is a solo photo of Dr. Gita Chanda, taken just before that historic flight on July 17, 1959. She appears fully prepared in her parachute gear and helmet. To witness this historic moment, Air Marshal Arjan Singh (who later became Marshal of the Indian Air Force) was personally present in Agraं The Debt to a Savior and Guide In 1966-67, when my brother was only three years old and very ill, Dr. Gita Chanda was nothing less than an angel to us. My father was transferred from Agra to Jorhat (Assam). During that difficult time, it was Dr. Gita who used her medical authority and influence to cancel that transfer. I was 13 then and used to sit by my brother's bedside. I still remember how sweetly she talked to us about my brother's health during her rounds. Because of her compassion, our family could stay together in Agra and my brother's treatment was possible at the Military Hospital (MH)ं Today, when I remember my brother, my head bows in respect to that great paratrooper, sensitive doctor, and warrior. It is an irony that the woman who made history by jumping from the sky and helped countless families on the ground has no one to remember her today. This is my small effort to revive her kindness and her historic courageं

Bucket tote bag

This crochet pattern contains instruction with step-by-step on how to make the bucket tote. This pattern includes written pattern with instructions for each rows with foto and link to video 2 hours 42 minutes. All the instructions are made in English (US). Level: intermediate. To create such tote bag you shall know how to make: ✔ chains ✔ slip stitch ✔ single crochet ✔ increase MATERIALS and TOOLS you will need to women market bag: * Paper twisted rafia yarn, 200-210 gr (about 440 yards (400 m)); * 4 mm and 5.5 mm hook; * 2 round handles, diameter 6 1/2 – 7 inches (16-17 cm); * 6-8 markers; * Felt for the lining, 2 mm thick, 2 pieces 18*12 inches (45*30 cm); * Plastic needle with large eyelet; * Sewing thread and needle; * Any yarn for pompom. For example, YarnArt Jeans; * Scissors. Finished bag from the specified materials: length – 16 inches (40 cm), height – 10 inches (25 cm), width – 2 inches (5 cm). Gauge: 12-13 stitches and 23 row = 4*4 inches (10*10cm). Step-by-Step Instructions: Step 1: Create the Base Start by making a foundation chain that matches the desired width of the bottom. Crochet in rounds (single crochet) around both sides of the chain to create an oval base. Increase stitches at the curves to keep the base flat. Step 2: Build the Body Once the base is the desired size, stop increasing. Continue with one single crochet (sc) in each stitch. This will make the sides grow upwards, forming the bucket shape. Step 3: Shaping the Curve To get that specific crescent (half-moon) look, you will need to adjust the height of the stitches or reduce the number of stitches at the top edges as you reach the final rounds. Step 4: Attaching the Bamboo Handles Place the bamboo handle against the top edge of the bag. Use the crochet hook to work single crochets around the handle and into the bag's stitches simultaneously. This secures the handle firmly to the body. Step 5: Adding the Pom-Poms Make four large pom-poms using black, pink, yellow, and orange yarn. Tie them securely to the base of one handle using a piece of raffia or matching yarn. Pro Tip: Since raffia c Adventures in Decorating: A Little Valentine Decor

Adventures in Decorating: A Little Valentine Decor: Happy Thursday, friends! How are we already into February ... this year is flying by!  Before Valentine's Day comes and goes, I wanted t...

Bhagavad Gita: My Morning Inspiration

Bhagavad Gita: My Morning Inspiration My morning is incomplete without the Shrimad Bhagavad Gita. Its verses possess a unique power that fills the entire day with positive energy. Today, as I sat at my computer, the 3rd verse of Chapter 9 kept resonating in my mind: ashraddhadhana: purusha dharmasyasya parantapa | aprapya mam nivartante mrityu-sansara-vartmani || 3 || This verse teaches us that 'unwavering faith in oneself' is the solution to every difficulty in life. When we clear the clouds of doubt and commit ourselves to our goals with a pure heart, only then the path to true peace and success opens up.

As Swami Vivekananda famously said: "Arise, awake, and stop not till the goal is reached. Have faith in yourself!" Today is a day to dedicate ourselves to our goals. Good morning. xoxo

बे ऑफ फायर्स, CROCHET EARINGS

कंप्यूटर खोलते ही यह तस्वीर देखकर मैं मंत्रमुग्ध हो गई और इस स्थान के बारे में जानने की मेरी उत्सुकता बढ़ गई।

शोध करने पर पता चला कि यह 'बे ऑफ फायर्स' (Bay of Fires) है, जो ऑस्ट्रेलिया के तस्मानिया के पूर्वोत्तर तट पर स्थित एक अत्यंत सुंदर क्षेत्र है। "कंप्यूटर खोलते ही यह तस्वीर देखकर मैं मंत्रमुग्ध हो गई और इस स्थान के बारे में जानने की मेरी उत्सुकता बढ़ गई। शोध करने पर पता चला कि यह 'बे ऑफ फायर्स' (Bay of Fires) है, जो ऑस्ट्रेलिया के तस्मानिया के पूर्वोत्तर तट पर स्थित एक अत्यंत सुंदर क्षेत्र है। आपकी जानकारी के लिए बता दूँ कि यहाँ की चट्टानों पर दिखने वाला यह गहरा नारंगी-लाल रंग कोई पेंट या आग नहीं, बल्कि 'लाइकेन' (Lichen) नामक एक वनस्पति है जो इन ग्रेनाइट पत्थरों पर उगती है। इस जगह का नाम 1773 में कैप्टन टोबियास फर्नोक्स ने रखा था, जिन्होंने तट पर आदिवासियों द्वारा जलाई गई आग देखी थी। अपनी दूधिया सफेद रेत, कांच की तरह साफ नीले पानी और इन अनोखी लाल चट्टानों के अद्भुत संगम के कारण इसे दुनिया के सबसे खूबसूरत समुद्र तटों में से एक माना जाता है।" MY INSPIRATION TODAY IS ....THIS YOUTUBE Susan's Hippie Crochet: My Crochet Jewelry Pattern Set is on Amazon - free... Susan's Hippie Crochet: My Crochet Jewelry Pattern Set is on Amazon - free...:   This crochet jewelry pattern set is a simple and fun set of projects you can wear! You can find it on Etsy here , or on Amazon (both vers... xoxo