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हरियाणवी कविता ....

डाभ /कुश / काँस (An evergreen wild weed which has deep roots going down to water level) हमारे खेत में इतनी थी की जितनी काटो उतनी और उपज आती थी....अब उस टिब्बे को सीधा कर दिया था पर डाभ अब भी बहुतायत में है.... प्रस्तुत है॥ हरियाणवी कविता .... डाभ /कुश / काँस (An evergreen wild weed which has deep roots going down to water level) हमारे खेत में इतनी थी की जितनी काटो उतनी और उपज आती थी....अब उस टिब्बे को सीधा कर दिया था पर डाभ अब भी बहुतायत में है.... प्रस्तुत है॥कविता: डाभ कै म्हारे खेत मैं मूँग, मोठ लहरावे रे काचर, सिरटे और मतीरे धापली कै मन भावै रे रे देखो टिब्बे तलै कुयकर झूमी बाजरी रे। बरसे सामण अर भादों मुल्की बालू रेत रे, बणठण चाली तीज मनावण टिब्बे भाजी लाल तीज रे रे देखो पींग चढ़ावै बिंदणी रे। होली आई धूम मचान्दी गूँजें फाग धमाल रे, भे – भे कीं मारे कोरड़े देवर करे बेहाल रे, रे देखो होली में नाच रही क्यूकर गोरी बेलहाज रे। जोहड़ी में बोले तोते बागां बोलै मोर रे, पनघट चाली बिंदणी कर सोलह सिंणगार रे, रे देखो पणघट पर बाज रही है रमझोल रे। खावंद कई आवण की बेल्या चिड़ी नहावै रेत रे, आज बटेऊ आवैगा संदेश देव काग रे रे देखो डोली पर बोल रहया कागला रे डाभ कै म्हारे खेत मैं मूँग, मोठ लहरावे रे happy writting!!! XOXO

Reblogged from previous (December 1, 2015 )blogpost

October was a MEGA, Rehana October was a MEGA MONTH and needs two mosaics to do it justice. In the first part of the month, I took my family on a mystery tour around Tosham the place where my ancestors used to live they were descendants of Prithviraj_Chauhan. When I was a kid, I accompanied my grandmother Sama Kaur on Tosham Kund to bathe in gyaarasiyaa kund on Somavati Amavasya._ I never forget that day as my grandmother shared with me the stories of her past that how their neighbors and relatives stepped in to take care of her when she was left without a mother at a young age. So along with a pious bath I came to know about my grandmaa's past story that made me very close to her. I loved her tooo much. Lets past to be paaasssssssssssss........ On Somavati Amavasya_this year, I returned to Tosham with my son and my D-in_law, my grand daughter and my niece and I got the same feeling that I did when I visited there with my grandmother forty years ago - the feeling that I was standing on sacred Hill, where My ancestors used to live many…many years ago. In the Haryanvi_ tradition, these sacred spots are known as "local deity", where God's presence can be felt despite the passage of time: "There is a geography of holy places, the places where the saints have dwelt.... Places whose beauty has been revealed by lives which have been open to God in such a way as to show that this world is not a system closed upon itself. These are places whose power persists through centuries of indifference and neglect to be revealed again when men are ready for it. Places which display the potential holiness of all this earth which man has loved so much yet so much ravaged." To cut the story short…………………. We started from Hisar, where we pass through cowherds of Rajasthan, I like Tosham. Then we proceeded further north towards another Hill where Barah Dari (prithvi raj ki kachari) is situated. Prithviraj_Chauhan who is fondly rememberd for his valour among old and for his love affair with princess Sanyogita among the teens. My forefathers belong to this clan. According to the folklore, it is where Rajput king Prithviraj Chauhan use to preside over the court proceedings to pass judgement. Baradary is a mountain of Satvata religion. It has 12 doors of a tomb. It is an approximately 80-meter-high mountain. Tosham wala Pahad - 200-meter-high mountain of Aravali range. You can see full view of near by villages and greenery all around. It has many temples in this some of them are Baba mungipa, Hanuman temple, water fall etc. History of Tosham dates back to at least 4th century, as evident by the Sanskrit language Tosham rock inscription at Tosham hill. Tosham was under Gupta rule in 4th Century as per the inscription, later it came under Tomars and Chauhan (Prithviraj Chauhan who built the Baradari) Rajput rulers. It was simply the most superb day and I enjoyed every single flipping minute of it. Just amazing!!!. I’ll never forget a single thing about it. In the second part we visited Nainital for the kumaonliteraryfestival.My daughter Vipin Chaudhary was speaker for Hindi Poetry, Udaypant moderated the interesting session of Hindi Poetry on Sun, 25 Oct at Aabbotsford ( Abbotsford is located one of the highest points in Nainital and is one of the most distinguished and enchanting stately homes and heritage estates in Kumaon area.)with big name like Geet_Chaturvedi was in the panel. We met few Of our fav Filmi Duniyaa persons like Rajat_Kapoor . Had variety of Kumaauain food & other gourmet food. Thank you, ‪#‎KumaonLitFest‬ for creating a truly experiential literature festival of its kind and treating the writers with so much respect. Specially loved the way the volunteers worked with smile on their faces. Sharing a few pictures here.

REHANA at play 17.11.2015

park on that day

A day in the life, front park., Hinduism, my granddaughter, nainital pics., Rehana, Tosham,leisure time activity.

Roznamcha -Karguzari: HINTS FOR THE ‘HOME-DRESS MAKER’ TO BE

Roznamcha -Karguzari: reblogged .....................

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Ode to Naturally Cracked

So I have been trying to schedule posts ahead so I can keep up on everything and take on more reviews, and work for my NGO/ MSS,HISAR,HARYANA,INDIA MORE. But I sometimes run out of things to write about. So I recently posted asking for writing prompts. My friend responded with that I should write how great she is….so I thought sure why not! My friend LITICIYA was like many other people I have come across since I started working my blog. Most ask me how they can get free stuff. Well, I don’t get free stuff, I get sent GIFTS and am expected to do some work for it. LITICIYA asked me how she would get started AN NGO I have many who ask me that and I have helped as best I can. A lot of these people realize how much work is involved and realize they might not have that much time to put in. LITICIYA was different. LITICIYA did what she always does. She put her heart and soul into making HER work, learning the ropes and improving her writing ability. She started A BLOG. She has helped me out a ton here, and also been thankful for any help I have given her. When she found out I was AWAY FROM MY NGO she wanted to help me the best she could. So she joined my team, she has been working her business, and I am very proud of her. LITICIYA and I parent very differently, and we have very different view on things, but I never feel disrespected when we disagree. Sometimes I know how strongly she feels in the opposite direction, but she always asks me why I do things a different way and is willing to listen. I know I am not going to convince her on some things that what I am doing is what she should be doing, but neither of us is interested in trying to sway the other. It is all about sharing our passions and celebrating our differences. When I need a shoulder to vent on, she is there. If I want to celebrate, she is there. I am off on a crazy adventure she is there. The only downside of her rocking her blog is she can’t take on my extra projects now OK Have you read her blog? What do you think?

MOM In Haryana traditionally men were never tattooed, but women were freely tattooed on the face, legs, arms  and body. One dot is made in the centre of the forehead and three on the left nostril and at the corners of each eye brows in the form of a triangle. All the limbs and the fingers and toes may also be tattooed, the most common patterns being a peacock with spread wings, a fish, cuckoo, scorpion, a child’s doll, a sieve, a pattern of Sīta’s cookroom and representations of all female ornaments. When I was a kid the girls of my age use to make small tattoo dots on their forehead in the middle of the chin and on the corners of eyebrows. I also tried to make some tattoos we(me and my friend sunheri) sewing needle  put some black charcoal powder from griddle on the spot then repeatedly prick the space with hand using needle  to mark the tattoo, the process of pricking and putting the charcoal powder repeated several times. Next day we washed the tatood space ..Yes they were there .but they fade away after 2-3 years.so that was the practice used by girls to make tattoo dots on their faces. My mom used to say that when we accompany my grandma to the annual fare we enjoy a lot and girls used to get tattoos on their body parts. My mom got her done when she was only 10 years of age. Another tattoo of ..ok XOXO

reblogged from this blog/ published on 9/29/22 4:07 AM/WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2022

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पढना बहुत भाता है, पर यहकहानी मेंने बार-बार पढी है।

at last my inspirational  Blog  of the Day!!!!!!!!!!

i used to sit in library ...this was my fav place to sit and read!!!! Obama was born on August 4, 1961, at Kapiolani Medical Center for Women and Children in Honolulu, Hawaii. He is the only president born outside the contiguous 48 states. He was born to an American mother and a Kenyan father. His mother, Ann Dunham (1942–1995), was born in Wichita, Kansas and was mostly of English descent, though in 2007 it was discovered her great-great-grandfather Falmouth Kearney emigrated from the village of Moneygall, Ireland to the US in 1850. In July 2012, Ancestry.com found a strong likelihood that Dunham was descended from John Punch, an enslaved African man who lived in the Colony of Virginia during the seventeenth century.[9][10] Obama's father, Barack Obama Sr. (1934–1982), was a married[13][14][15] Luo Kenyan from Nyang'oma Kogelo. Obama's parents met in 1960 in a Russian language class at the University of Hawaii at Manoa, where his father was a foreign student on a scholarship. The couple married in Wailuku, Hawaii, on February 2, 1961, six months before Obama was born. In late August 1961, a few weeks after he was born, Barack and his mother moved to the University of Washington in Seattle, where they lived for a year. During that time, Barack's father completed his undergraduate degree in economics in Hawaii, graduating in June 1962. He left to attend graduate school on a scholarship at Harvard University, where he earned an M.A. in economics. Obama's parents divorced in March 1964.Obama Sr. returned to Kenya in 1964, where he married for a third time and worked for the Kenyan government as the Senior Economic Analyst in the Ministry of Finance. He visited his son in Hawaii only once, at Christmas 1971, before he was killed in an automobile accident in 1982, when Obama was 21 years old. Recalling his early childhood, Obama said: "That my father looked nothing like the people around me—that he was black as pitch, my mother white as milk—barely registered in my mind." He described his struggles as a young adult to reconcile social perceptions of his multiracial heritage. xoxo