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 )
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Monday, 11 November 2013
Life
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 love.in words and action alike.The love for brother,sister,mother,father, child and friends was genuine.it came from the heart.What we name it as sacrifice now was just a way to show love then.it never was understood as doing something extra.it 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 man.man 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 together.no mum salon or dads day with friends out.no children were out gaming at friends .Everybody stuck together.after all it was Sunday.one 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 eating.as 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.
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 love.in words and action alike.The love for brother,sister,mother,father,
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 together.no mum salon or dads day with friends out.no children were out gaming at friends .Everybody stuck together.after all it was Sunday.one 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 eating.as 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
http://alkanarula.blogspot.in/2013/10/above-his-law.html#.Un-mF3DTx7k
Sunday, 6 October 2013
alkanarula.com domain name on sale
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It has been long when I penned a few words , for I felt conned by Google and that upset me to the extent that I was unable to concentrate neither on my work nor on my blogs.For several days I was denied access to my website as and when it reached renewal stage, I really don't have the count of mails I must have exchanged with Godaddy and Google Help Centre but all in vain as my password was not accepted and the end result the directions they gave me became null and my blog got in to redemption period. After endless communication on emails I was left with no choice but to call up Godaddy who informed me that my domain has been sold by Google before the redemption period and the only help they can extend is to request Google who can negotiate with the buyer for which the Google will charge me 70 dollars.And it was also confirmed by Godaddy that I could not sue Google as they have a right to sell (which they normally don't do ) and is mentioned in the terms of agreement which I probably never read .For few days I was in several minds whether to give up or register a new domain and then they added fuel to fury by putting up http://www.alkanarula.com( domain name ) on sale for INR66,666.67* well the game plan is clear if i am desperate I ill buy it back for that amt which is a thousand times more than the actual price . Finally I decided to go for a new domain name and pay atleast for 5 years along with web developer and auto mode terms of payment which is going o cost me the same .
Crowns for Sale
Recently I participated in a beauty pageant " Mrs India Worldwide like most of the matches this one seemed fixed too , a bitter experience for those who went back empty handed despite being a deserving candidates. All those aspiring models or young girls wanting to participate in a beauty pageant must go through the details before taking a plunge into it. For me and for that matter for most of us a beauty pageant means beauty with brains but this one was with a difference , neither one needed the beauty nor the brains to be a winner and it became evident from the way the crowns and titles were conferred on non deserving candidates. In fact after coming back home I warned my daughter( who is eligible to participate) to drop the idea unless and until I have he money to buy a crown . I am a well established business woman ,successful and accomplished with many feathers in my hat .I was also a cover girl for Women's Era magazine , a feature model who has tasted success . Crown was the least that I had on my mind when I went for it but I wanted do kill my crave for not having been able to participate in one in my young age How many women in 50's have the courage to compete with girls in 20's that too in a beauty pageant but that's me. And I did not come empty hands , the only probable reason could be that I was a very strong and deserving contestant they could have deprived me of one or two or may be three titles but had they deprived me of all their intentions would have been questioned by me , by a woman who knows how to stand for not only her own rights but for the others rights too. So I can say it was their need to silence me .
A girl Resica Naicker who claimed to have won Mrs South Africa ( Though her name is not there in the list of Mrs South Africa since 1956 to 2013 in wikipedia plz click to check) )And it was not only her even the organisers stood in support of her claims. Well she neither had the body or the body language nor did she know that not only one is not supposed to wear open toed shoes on ramp but there is also negative marking for that ,To top it up she does not have an Indian Passport where as it was mandatory in the contract .
She came to India to represent South Africa and flew down not only along with her company CEO but also the CEO's entire family joined her to stay in the same hotel where we were lodged in . As per my knowledge neither any of the family member nor friends of contestants are allowed to meet or see them during the grooming session. But four people flying down from South Africa only pointed out " She knows she is the winner"RESICA NAICKER
1 Resica Naicker 37 with visible flab all around her body , I should rather say quite masculine was crowned the winner . A teacher by profession who was also conferred with titles Mrs Beautiful Eyes despite the fact she wore grey contacts , without those contacts she didn't have the eyes to flaunt , yet she was allowed to wear them on where as in any beauty pageant the first thing the contestants are made to remove are the coloured contacts and hair extensions .
2 A teacher who does not have a Doctorate degree nor any of us got to have a glimpse of intellectual side of hers was also conferred with Mrs Intellectual where as DR Diana Grover who is an E N T specialist , a pretty face , who is in good shape went back without a single title though Docs are known to be intellects and that. is an established fact
ALKA JAWLA
First runner up Alka Jawla 27 who from the day one behaved like a self acclaimed winner who got all the importance by the choreographer( probably he had the list of the ones who were fixed) .She led the ramp walk , dance sequence and had I not put my foot down
she would have also lead the gown sequence ( will share the details how I bagged the show stopper gown in my next post) . Though she denied but she was definitely groomed at a finishing school.(but all is fair in love and war) . An average looking IT professional who lacked the panache ,And above all she not being a mother did not qualify the participation criteria.
Like Rescia , Alka Jawla too was not aware of foremost rules of the ramp a big NO NO to open toes butt it did not result in to -ve marking for either of them and she was conferred with Mrs Catwalk ,which she truly truly deserved.She was slim but with dis-proportionate thighs and was also conferred with Mrs beautiful body I wonder how did the jury get o see her beautiful body when she did not show up her body in the Bikini round ! And Alka Narula (that's me) who at 50 had a well contoured ,sensual ,spotless ,all curves in right places was deprived of the "Mrs Beautiful Body " .Though the fitness trainer did mention her name after their eyes locked while giving away the Title I wonder whether it was her guilt or something else that made her comment " Alka Narula was another strong contestant for this title but may be she will do better next time " Those words came from the horses mouth only after the anchor asked to make a guess and the only name spelt out by most of the contestants was "Alka Narula"
Below is my pic for _ Ms Beautiful Body " comparison
ALKA NARULA
The second runner up again a N R I Bhavya Gehlot who spoke well but had too broad a butt that almost seemed like that of an -X, she had the body language but was too huge for a woman , in fact has loose fat all over her body. I can't say about the viewers but for me it was quite a repelling sight . Yes , certainly if she could lose weight she may look good on ramp , neither could I see a deserving body nor could I see much of her brains but arrogance a big YES YES. As per organisers 60% of the marks were given by the organisers for good conduct on day to day basis but this girl was one of the notorious gang who comprised of all NR Is (except Resica who was too good to be true probably she knew it from before she came to India or probably she played her cards sensibly )and few who had come from finishing schools .
BHAVYA GEHLOTDisclaimer-
So was the story of top three . I will be sharing the titles those went wrong in my next post.
*** Pls note that my intention is not to discourage any one from participate in Beauty pageant but apart from warning it its an advice to go through finishing schools as they are the negotiators between the organisers and the participants also must scan the background of the organisers and go ahead only if they have a good reputation .Photo Credits - google image search result
*** Pls note this post is completely based on my experience & my personal opinion
Its not meant to hurt or harm any body's feelings or image.
Sunday, 1 September 2013
"Justice for rape survivors "
Please click on the link and join the cause
https://www.facebook.com/events/506327839451692/
"One more pedantic and "follow the law blindly type judgement has come and the young criminal in Delhi rape case has been sent to child reform home as a punishment for his heinous crimes.
Any crime of such nature is a crime of uncontrolled hormones. This lower court judge got confused between a person and his uncontrolled hormones.We have 2 interesting case wherein two persons, one a juvenile and another an old man of 74 committing same type of crime. Its idiotic to attribute such type of crimes to age.
But you need extra ordinary wisdom and insight to rise above the rest,but this lower court judge is no such type " - Rana Raj K Singh , Attorney at Supreme Court of India
And do we sit and watch silently ?? What baffles me more than any thing else why are our parliamentarians quiet , if they make amendments in Supreme Court ruling in R P I act
recently why not Juvenile Justice Act .Here I appeal to the blogger community who feel stricter laws need to be introduced in juvenile justice act
Photo credits Google image search results
https://www.facebook.com/events/506327839451692/
"One more pedantic and "follow the law blindly type judgement has come and the young criminal in Delhi rape case has been sent to child reform home as a punishment for his heinous crimes.
Any crime of such nature is a crime of uncontrolled hormones. This lower court judge got confused between a person and his uncontrolled hormones.We have 2 interesting case wherein two persons, one a juvenile and another an old man of 74 committing same type of crime. Its idiotic to attribute such type of crimes to age.
But you need extra ordinary wisdom and insight to rise above the rest,but this lower court judge is no such type " - Rana Raj K Singh , Attorney at Supreme Court of India
And do we sit and watch silently ?? What baffles me more than any thing else why are our parliamentarians quiet , if they make amendments in Supreme Court ruling in R P I act
recently why not Juvenile Justice Act .Here I appeal to the blogger community who feel stricter laws need to be introduced in juvenile justice act
Photo credits Google image search results
Saturday, 18 May 2013
डोर (DOAR)
[ JLT :) ] Just like that .....
जरा सूनो तो
रुक कर चलो तो
मेरी आंखों में डूब कर कहो तो
मैं हुं तुम्हरे दिल की परी
सहमे से कियुन हो
नज़्रेन चुरा कर
मुंह यूँ छुपा कर
कियुन यूँ चल दीये जैसे यह नज़्रेन कभि मिली थी ही नहीं
बेजान यह सान्सेन
कुछ कहना यह चाहें
मगर मेरे दिल को बहलIए
कहतीं है मुझ से
कियुन चल दी थी तुम उस की गली
बेख़बर थी मैं तो
दे बैठी अपना दिल तुम को
कह देते जो तुम मुझ को
तेरी रंगत ही नहीं है
जो कह सकूं मैं तुझे मेरे दिल की परी
मेरा दिल उस को ही चाहे
जो मुझ से लिपटी पड़ी है
मेरी बहों में खड़ी है
जिस की रंगीन निगाहें कभि चाह कर भी मुझ से दूर न हो पायें
जिस की हर साणस है मेरे करीब
तुम थोड़ा झुको तो
मुड़ कर देखो तो
वह जलपरी तो है मुझ से बंधी है
तुम जिस डोर को पकड़े खड़ी हो कमज़ोर है हर एक उस की कड़ी
क्या कहुं मैं
कैसे करूँ मैं दिल अपना काबू
यह कैसी मझधार है
जिस का न कोई छोर है
न कोई टोड है
न मैं बह पाऊँ
न मैं डूब पाऊँ
उस में जो अपनी ही आंखों से झलकी है फूलझरी
zara suno toe
ruk kar chalo toe
meri aankhon mein doob kar kaho toe
keh kar toe dekho
min hoon tumhare dil ki pari
samhe se kiyun hoe
nazren chura kar
munh youn chupa kar
kiyun youn chal diye
jaise yeh nazren kabhi mili thi hi nahin
bejaan yeh saansen
kuch kehna yeh chahen
magar muskura kar
mere dil ko ruhen
kahti hain mujh se
kiyun chal di thi tum us ki gali
bekhbar thi main toe
jo de baithe apnaa dil tum ko
keh dete joe mujh ko
teri rangat hi nahi hai
joe main bulaoon mere dil ki pari
mera dil us koe chahe
joe mujh se lipti hai
meri bahon mein khadi hai
us ki rangeen nighen
mera dil us ko chahe
wohi toe hai meri dil ki pari
tum thoda juko toe
mud kar toe dekho
woh jal pari hai mujh se bandhiवह
tum jis door se tum mujh se bandhi hoe
kamzor hai woh , uski her kadi
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