Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
THIS IS LIFE
It was 5th of September yesterday which is celebrated as Teachers Day in India.
My wife had to visit a hospital for routine surveilance by the doctors.
My wife has spent her whole life guiding the children and helping them better their prospects in life.
We spent practically the whole day in the hospital undergoing medical tests and their evaluation. We had a harrowing time, but seeing the misery of others we forgot our own plight. We admire the dedication and courage of doctors and other nursing staff who are serving admirably under such stress.
In the evening we returned home thoroughly exhausted and tired after a drive of more than two hours.
On arrival we were pleasantly surprised to see two of her ex students waiting for her to greet and for saying 'Thank You Teacher, we love you for being a great teacher'.
This is life...sweet and not so bitter ....
---daman
06/09/2011
Mer Beti Ahiste chalo
Meri Beti, meri sun
Raftar Khatarnak hai !
Masoom hansee
Dilkash si ada
Bholi si shakal,
Irade Napak hain !
Sheerin alfaz,
Hathon mein chhure,
Kandhe pe jaal,
Pase pusht kafas,
Tapakti laaren
Ankhon mein hawas !
Maine dekha hai
Khilti kaliyon ko
Ujadate baghon ko
Chahkati chiriyon ko,
Jhapatey baazon ko
Bikhartey sapnon ko,
Chhoot tey apnon ko,
Har kadam soch ke rakh,
Apna bhala bura parakh,
Zamana taras nahi khata
Mauka milne pe
Hai dass jata,
Zara ahista chalo !
Ahista chalo Meri Beti ! Ahista !!
Raftar khatarnak hai !
Main to kuchh der mein
Utth jaoonga
Phir kabhi laut
Naheen paoonga
Meri baatein zara
Ghaur se sun,
Zyada aale jaale tu na bun.
Gutargun pyar nahin hota,
Har baat ko taul, parakh
Sach jhooth mein
Hota hai farak,
Zamana taras nahin khata
Mauka milne par hai dass jaata !!
Ahista chalo, Meri Beti Ahista !
-------daman
24/06/2010
Raftar Khatarnak hai !
Masoom hansee
Dilkash si ada
Bholi si shakal,
Irade Napak hain !
Sheerin alfaz,
Hathon mein chhure,
Kandhe pe jaal,
Pase pusht kafas,
Tapakti laaren
Ankhon mein hawas !
Maine dekha hai
Khilti kaliyon ko
Ujadate baghon ko
Chahkati chiriyon ko,
Jhapatey baazon ko
Bikhartey sapnon ko,
Chhoot tey apnon ko,
Har kadam soch ke rakh,
Apna bhala bura parakh,
Zamana taras nahi khata
Mauka milne pe
Hai dass jata,
Zara ahista chalo !
Ahista chalo Meri Beti ! Ahista !!
Raftar khatarnak hai !
Main to kuchh der mein
Utth jaoonga
Phir kabhi laut
Naheen paoonga
Meri baatein zara
Ghaur se sun,
Zyada aale jaale tu na bun.
Gutargun pyar nahin hota,
Har baat ko taul, parakh
Sach jhooth mein
Hota hai farak,
Zamana taras nahin khata
Mauka milne par hai dass jaata !!
Ahista chalo, Meri Beti Ahista !
-------daman
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Bougainevilea!
Image via Wikipediahas put its arms
around the white pillar
on this cold frosty night;
the moon is silently looking
through the clouds
with half closed eyes at
the lovers on the beach;
it has gone behind the clouds;
silently they slipped out
singing a song of love,
mingling their song
with the dancing waves!
The whole night
they roamed
on the beach gathering seashells!
Wet sand over their bodies,
their faces,
their hands
their hair,
tired smiles
sprinkled all over
the horizon.
White pillar has turned to stone.
Bougainvilea is swaying
in the morning breeze.
Nobody knows what
happened between the lovers
in the night!
daman
23/08/2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Gun Drill in Snow !!!
Image via WikipediaJust after my marriage I posted to Nefa now called Arunachal Pradesh. My unit was stationed at Sela Pass at a height of 4250 m. approx. You can understand my feelings if you have ever been in a situation like this.
We had to report for duty at 'unearthly' hour of 7 am. We were located in a bowl like depression surrounded by high mountains. The sun used to rise well after 10 am and that too only for a brief spell. After light warming up exercises we practiced gun drill with our howitzers. After about two hours we used to break off for tea.
Image by BOMBMAN via Flickr It was the middle of June but the weather here was extremely chilly. As usual, we had been practicing the gun drill with our howitzers in the morning, in the knee deep snow.
We had to report for duty at 'unearthly' hour of 7 am. We were located in a bowl like depression surrounded by high mountains. The sun used to rise well after 10 am and that too only for a brief spell. After light warming up exercises we practiced gun drill with our howitzers. After about two hours we used to break off for tea.
Image by BOMBMAN via Flickr It was the middle of June but the weather here was extremely chilly. As usual, we had been practicing the gun drill with our howitzers in the morning, in the knee deep snow. At about 11 a.m. the weather suddenly turned from bad to worse. Soon it started snowing heavily. We sprinted back to our bunkers. We were as happy as the children who suddenly are told by the teacher that there shall be no classes today.
Image by freebird (bobinson|ബോബിന്സണ്) via FlickrIn an effort to warm ourselves we struggled to light our 'samovars' to warm up the bunker but the wood was not sufficiently dry.A colleague suggested that we pour 'rum' over the twigs to help them burn, but all in vain. We were unable to make ourselves even a cup of tea.
Thus disappointed and teeth chattering we decided to get into our beds and play cards. Maj. Ravi warned us not to do so since it was still the duty hours. He warned us it was against the rules.
Ravi was a 'pakka fauji' who never tolerated any deviation from the discipline for which we often jeered at him as 'an OG mind' an acronym for 'Olive green' the colour of our Army uniform.
Thus frustrated we put on some extra blankets and started singing loudly our favourite Hindi film song 'aa ja sanam madhur chandni mein hum tum miley to veerane mein bhi aa jayegi bahar' to wash away our blues. We were waiting for the skies to open up.
Soon it was dark and the snow was falling intermittantly. There was no let up in the snow storm. To make it worse we had also exhausted our weekly quota of rum. Thoroughly frustrated we curled up in our beds and tried to go to sleep but in vain.
We were suddenly startled by strange noises in the middle of the night. The sounds were coming faintly right beyond the corrugated sheets which served as the gate of our bunker. It seemed someone was digging and trying to remove the snow. We tried to leave our beds in order to find out the matters. Our blankets and 'rajais' were thoroughly wet and heavy. There was a furious storm and snowflakes had blown in from the chinks almost burying us under the snow. There had been a severe avalanche in the evening burying our bunker partially with snow.
Our colleagues who were lucky to have escaped were furiously digging the snow with shovels and pickaxes. All of us heaved a sigh of relief on being rescued. We thanked our stars for being alive and hugged friends in gratitude.
(Copyright of photos belongs to the respective owners)
---daman
09/08/2011
Image by freebird (bobinson|ബോബിന്സണ്) via FlickrIn an effort to warm ourselves we struggled to light our 'samovars' to warm up the bunker but the wood was not sufficiently dry.A colleague suggested that we pour 'rum' over the twigs to help them burn, but all in vain. We were unable to make ourselves even a cup of tea.Thus disappointed and teeth chattering we decided to get into our beds and play cards. Maj. Ravi warned us not to do so since it was still the duty hours. He warned us it was against the rules.
Ravi was a 'pakka fauji' who never tolerated any deviation from the discipline for which we often jeered at him as 'an OG mind' an acronym for 'Olive green' the colour of our Army uniform.
Thus frustrated we put on some extra blankets and started singing loudly our favourite Hindi film song 'aa ja sanam madhur chandni mein hum tum miley to veerane mein bhi aa jayegi bahar' to wash away our blues. We were waiting for the skies to open up.
Soon it was dark and the snow was falling intermittantly. There was no let up in the snow storm. To make it worse we had also exhausted our weekly quota of rum. Thoroughly frustrated we curled up in our beds and tried to go to sleep but in vain.
We were suddenly startled by strange noises in the middle of the night. The sounds were coming faintly right beyond the corrugated sheets which served as the gate of our bunker. It seemed someone was digging and trying to remove the snow. We tried to leave our beds in order to find out the matters. Our blankets and 'rajais' were thoroughly wet and heavy. There was a furious storm and snowflakes had blown in from the chinks almost burying us under the snow. There had been a severe avalanche in the evening burying our bunker partially with snow.
Our colleagues who were lucky to have escaped were furiously digging the snow with shovels and pickaxes. All of us heaved a sigh of relief on being rescued. We thanked our stars for being alive and hugged friends in gratitude.
(Copyright of photos belongs to the respective owners)
---daman
09/08/2011
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