Happy Independence Day

When i was a kid my parents moved a lot due to postings after every 2 or 3 years.Today i wokeup little early in the morning. did my personal grooming, went for a walk. on return i rushed to kitchen to make some dish for the day  and  

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I made khir in the morning.  Kheer  is a  north Indian dessert. Ingredients in khir include rice, milk, and sugar. Sometimes, dry fruits such as kishmish (raisins) are also used.
then i sit in front of my computer and became nostalgic my nostalgia took me to my school at   Tosham
It was 1964 and i was a   student in Tosham school i sung  the above song with a group of girls on Independence day. 
I enjoyed the song sung by little children at their school on celebrations of India's republic Day. 
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Baby Teeja.BabyTeeja and the month of july

 I was away to Delhi for an urgent work of mine. Then on 30^th July in the evening my son rang me up that we are going to hospital for regular check-up. I agreed. Then they proceed to the hospital. My d-in-law get checked in, there was a fluid release  from the womb, then as guided by the doctor  , got her hospital gown on, for the go time! (“mom we were going to be parents and you the DAADI by the morning”  ….my son acquainted me on the phone)and by morning means 12 hours later.

just after birth

 For me away from them it was an incredibly frustrating and long waiting game, but the baby girl was very eager to come quickly! Active labor was on the way then ……she had to proceed for C-section .i was receiving the commentary recited by my son on the phone, I was listening some great music and was in the best spirit and actually having fun! (No, it was  just the coining away idea! isn't it ) 

So just three and a quarter  hours later, on July 30^th at 10:02 minutes at night the baby Teeja  was born  perfectly healthy weighing 3.30 kg and it was absolutely beautiful.
 My daughter face-booked about her and it was absolutely beautifully written, so if you haven’t read it yet, click HERE to read . 

Well the baby Teeja (born on  Teej) is here again and 4 days old! And what a crazy journey it has been to make that happen..few snaps 

4 days old

4 days old

the baby on sixth day

These days I am reading  Emily  Bronte she was born on this day in 1818, in Thornton, West Yorkshire.

 JULY DAYS

'He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy'. Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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What a coincidence!!!!!!! isn’t it!

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rainy season

After long it rained...... rained..... and rained...........heavily and every day from Sunday till day....

It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky. ~ Muriel_Spark,Territorial Rights, 1979

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my daughter’s article’s

 

got published in  kalptaruexpress.com and the dailynewsnetwork.epapr.in     on 20^th July 2014

 

 

clippings of article on  kalptaruexpress.com

clippings of article on dailynewsnetwork.epapr.in   

 

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So long absentism here ........because of..............June 24, 2014 in pictures

 Several time I thought to plan and write my blog posts in advance by about some 10 days or so. That way whenever  the day meant for the post crawls around I am not that worried about posting. But like anything I do in life, sometimes I leave things to the last minute. Like my blog posts

This is the month of Sawan which is  known as the month in which the weather becomes pleasant all around the weather, but this year it’s so uncomfortable and I am overloaded with responsibilities and work  that’s why       I could not come up with a cohesive blog plot at this time. The reasons are ………..  .
Firstly, I have been in a horrible, grouchy mood for like, a week. I have no idea why but I am just soured on everything.

And because fate likes to sit, eat lots of churama  and laugh at my life, my son  has been in a ridiculously great mood. And for some reason, the worst was when I used to try  to take a photo of a dish I prepared to give Prenatal_nutrition  to my pregnant  D-in -law

  and he insisted on   sticking his hands on the meal plate . Instead of handling him like an  adult, I stopped of saying “FINE, I WON’T TAKE A PHOTO!”  OK!!!!!!!!

Secondly, because of my horrible, sour mood, I’ve been eating way too much kasaar . And also, singing EVERY song of  saawan     though I am creeping up to the age ofof grandma . I’ve also been doing these things while wearing a Mandassa*  to keep my head calm. I look fantastic wearing it .

Thirdly, when cleaning my house I found my lost earring. The ring presented by my D-in-law’s parents as a wedding gift to me.

Fourthly I have become obsessed with mollie-flowers flowers. I want to make a blanket of the future new baby to welcome him/her in our house. I tried several times but the real flowers did.nt come up with my hands. I blame my friend Rani because she is RIDICULOUSLY talented in crochet creations, every artistic crochet endeavor.   And she always has her cute crochet flowers everywhere in dresses, decorations, gift wraps, on photo frames in or her office and house and it’s so adorable I kind of want to barf at my own sad attempts at decorating. And since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I was all “Yeah, crochet flowers and with the fine sewing yarn of very thin weight! I’m all over that!” Except, mine is kind of cheap and garbage-y. And I feel like it takes me way too long to make it. Seriously, its only several yarn over on hook why does it take SO LONG!?

*A simple hat : wrappings of a long piece of cloth.

June 24, 2014 in pictures

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I  used to read Bronte  sister's since  last few months and can't resist to post this video about the Bronte family.



Pensionnat Heger

At the Pensionnat Heger they studied French, German, music, singing, writing, arithmetic, and drawing. Charlotte wrote of Emily that she “works like a horse” (letter to EN May 1842) and “is making rapid progress in French, German, Music and Drawing — Monsieur & Madame Heger [who ran the school] begin to recognize the valuable points of her character under her singularities.” (letter to EN July 1842).

Poem: No coward soul is mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

-- Emily Bronte

My D-in-law is due in couple of weeks

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Belated father’s day, Summer solstice

 Remembering Dad on father’s day
My computer crashed and it took several days to make it  up that’s why i am posting my Father’s day post today..

My Dad

This photo reminds me the monsoon season at Chandigarh it was raining cats and dog and we were shifting our house from sector 31 to sector 35. The house of sector was air force accommodation and my father was transferred to Bombay so we had to vacate that house. The shifting in this Jeep took several trips from sector 31 to 35.my father came with his uniform and didn’t even had time to change his civil dress.

                                             My dad in 1955

 We all love this photo of my Dad taken on that very day of shifting it was taken in 1978 by the way at 31 sector near AIR residential area. Dad towed our little caravan to the  Sukhna lake
every year ( when we were at Chandigarh) and all of us-Dad, Mum, me and my two sisters and two brothers, my daughter and my little son, hoped for good weather.

My dad with    Dilip Kumar   the star legend of Indian cinema

At Delhi on cricket show in 81-82 India vs Pakistanclick   Here for details of the match
England 1981–82     cricketer Sandeep_Patil  is standing in the pic  left to my dad
 

And that very day of shifting didn’t’ came in the way of that tradition of our family that day. I remember lots of rain that day but the photographs prove there was lots of sunshine too.

I didn’t stop myself the poem by Ella_Wheeler_Wilcox

As it sums up my Dad very nicely-though    he didn't have his regular prayer (on the stool) after the death of my younger son. He was really a  super human being    He was often a comedian too and then we would exclaim "Oh Father!"

Father

He never made a fortune, or a noise
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very ground on which he trod.
They thought him just little short of God;
Oh you should have heard the way they said his name –
‘Father.’

There seemed to be a loving little prayer
In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’
Though the man was never heard of anywhere,
As a hero, yet somehow understood
He was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the way his children had
Of saying ‘Father.’

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,
But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,
And opulence of undiluted health.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind;
He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind.
So he made them heirs to riches without price –
This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod –
Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.
But he showed the tender sympathy of God.
To his children in their troubles, and their joys.
He was always chum and comrade with his boys,
And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say
‘Father.’


Now I think of all achievements ‘tis the least
To perpetuate the species; it is done
By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.
But the man who keeps his body, and his thought,
Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,
Then the highest earthly glory he was won,
When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son
Says ‘That’s Father.’

Summer solstice

Summer Solstices occur on 20^th or 21^st June.

During summer the day of the solstice is the longest day of the year. The Solstice is an astronomical event that happens twice, once in summer and once in winter, each year when the Sun reaches its highest position in the sky as seen from the North or South Pole. During Solstices the tilt of the axil of the Earth (with respect to the Sun) is the maximum at 23° 26'.

During June it is Summer Solstice in the Northern hemisphere and Winter Solstice in the Southern hemisphere. In other words during June Solstice it is summer time in the UK, the USA, Canada, Russia, India and China and it is the longest day of the year while it is winter time in Australia, Argentina, Chile, New Zealand and South Africa and it is the shortest day of the year.

Similarly during December it is Winter Solstice in the Northern hemisphere and Summer Solstice in the Southern hemisphere. In other words during December Solstice it is winter time in the UK, the USA, Canada, Russia, India and China and it is the shortest day of the year while it is summer time in Australia, Argentina, Chile, New Zealand and South Africa and it is the longest day of the year.

To avoid any confusion Solstices are preferably referred as June Solstice (Northern Solstice) and December Solstice (Southern Solstice). Summer Solstice is also known as Aestival Solstice.

In Hindu astrology Summer Solstice is known as Tropical Dakshinayana. However Sidereal Dakshinayana starts from Karka Sankranti - from this day onwards Asurakal starts which is not good to start auspicious work.

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