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Saturday, 16 November 2013


I take the pleasure to introduce Be Gorgeous a blog on makeup,fitness and fashion by Aakriti Narula , a model,  anchor and an actor  but above all my daughter  !

Well she is my daughter who is out to conquer the world . She  not only inspired me to blog but has been my critic too . It was an extremely emotional moment for me when she wrote her first blog almost a month ago , I know I should have shared it then but its never too late than never. Here I take the privilage to introduce and welcome her to the world of blogging !

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Hijras Now a Separate Gender

They will be referred to as Hijras in both English and Bangla

The word hijra a Hindustani word, was derived from the Arabic root hjr in its sense of "leaving one's tribe, and has been borrowed into Hindi. The Indian usage has traditionally been translated into English as "eunuch" or "hermaphrodite," where "the irregularity of the male genitalia is central to the definition." However, in general hijras are born with typically male physiology, only a few having been born with male intersex variations. Some Hijras undergo an initiation rite into the hijra community called nirwaan, which refers to the removal of penis, testicles and scrotum.

Since the late 20th century, some hijra activists and Western non-government organizations (NGOs) have been lobbying for official recognition of the hijra as a kind of "third sex" or "third gender," as neither man nor woman. Hijras have successfully gained this recognition in Bangladesh.

Hijrasa a third gender community, who are neither male nor female from now on will be considered as a separate gender in Bangladesh and will get priority for education and other rights.

There are currently 10,000 Hijras living in the country referring to a survey conducted by the Ministry of Social Bangladesh , which led the government to consider them as a separate gender alongside the existing male and female sexes.A historic decision made by the cabinet meeting chaired by Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina 11.11.2013. The move came as the current government’s term draws to a close
Hijras are already enlisted as voters in Bangladesh. " Spelt with a j they will be referred as Hijras in both English and Bangla language. Any other translations in English is misleading," was mentioned by the cabinet secretary said.

Irrespective of any difference if every life form is looked as equal all these differences will just be washed out of the society has been conditioned. No doubt it takes time for conditioning of the minds but society is nothing but us.When we start to think in broader way without commenting about anything automatically , things change from the way tthey are being looked at .To conclude Bangldesh has done it India needs to do it too

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Lull Before The Storm

Another one from " Deep In My Heart " My poetry blog

 Some times silence speaks more than words ,  please click on the below given link to read on....

Monday, 11 November 2013


After a long time an attempt in Hindi

मेरे होंठों से
मेरी आंखों से पी ले ज़ारा
कहने को तो यह ज़हर है
मगर है यह खरा

मेरे  लबों  की यह लाली
मेरे गालों की यह सुर्खी है मद से भरी
आंखों में जो नमी है
वोह खस तेरे लिये है बनी

यह जो जाम छलक रहे हैं
इतमीनान में ना रहें हैं
पी कर ईन को समझ पाओ गए
कहां से आ रही है यह मैख़ाने की हवा

कहने को यह मेरा दिल  है
मगर यह जादूगर है
जो थोड़ा बहक गया तो यह रस का अंबर है  
पी ली तूने जो इस मैख़ाने में आज

फिर ना रह पाओ गए ( sp mistake )
यून ही बहक जाओ गए (sp mistake )
जब भी सोचो गए ( sp mistake )
छलकते पैमाने की बात


A guest post by  sonnika kapoor , a  friend of mine  who shared some wonderful thought with me and I thought of sharing them with you all

Sometimes I think that it is time we shrink our world to the old ways.It was so plain,simple,and natural then.Love meant words and action alike.The love for brother,sister,mother,father,child and friends was came from the heart.What we name it as sacrifice now was just a way to show love never was understood as doing something was just understood as being loved.It was effortless.We played and laughed and it was hearty.we enjoyed it.laughter was never a cautious outcome with regards to the surrounding.You really laughed.woman dressed for her came home yearning to see her.Children really waited for the father to return.So he could take them out.The wait was honest and the yearning lasted through day to dusk.Time was not on a wall as a reminder to turn schedules 
around.Time was for each one of us.To live.To live every moment in all its originality with all that we had for what it meant.The aroma from the kitchen gave us the Hunger pangs! We were really Hungry then. The food we relished.It tasted good everyday.No stickers on nutrition hung on the refrigerators.everybody ate the same Meal.How we waited for Sundays.It felt like a Sunday Sun rising in the morning.The Sunday Morning Air smelt different.It had a different excitement loaded with Fun n frolicking for the whole day.Everybody in the family stayed mum salon or dads day with friends children were out gaming at friends .Everybody stuck together.after all it was day after the whole week to find time together.We'd pack up for a picnic or a day of fun n sports with father n his friends.Their children are still my friends.I am sure they know what it meant.I guess Beer must be better then,because everybody who drank rocked the chair under the shade with his feet up and laughed.I saw that and i want to feel it now. 

 How difficult it seems now to get everybody together like that.Its no fun to be home on Sunday is anymore.its no fun we eat too much everywhere.I think we don't even know love.How to love and be loved .we don't know whether we are loved or are we being loved back.This whole life has drifted like a leaves off its bark.The twigs I wonder where stay drifted.But like each traveller one day returns home.I feel we all will.For how long can one travel without the shade of love we call home. We are missing so much.We must want it all back.

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Above the Law

Until I re link my poetry blog " Deep In My Heart "  with Indi blogger one can read me here please s click on the link to continue , Sorry for the inconvenience caused if any


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