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 !
From Food , Drinks cocktails to Social Issues , Fashion ,Fitness ,Makeup to Crime against women, Lifestyle , celebrity ,news to hindi poetry, from everything to anything that comes to my mind or I wanna share comes out here ,
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Saturday, 16 November 2013
Be GORGEOUS
I take the pleasure to introduce Be Gorgeous http://aakriti-narula.blogspot.in/2013/08/about-moi.html a blog on makeup,fitness and fashion by Aakriti Narula , a model, anchor and an actor but above all my daughter !
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.
There are currently 10,000 Hijras living in the country referring to a survey conducted by the Ministry of Social Welfare.in 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
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....
http://alkanarula.blogspot.in/2013/10/lull-before-storm.html
Monday, 11 November 2013
पैमाने
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
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
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 .
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