Travel Dairies – Goa Trip Vainguinim Beach

Goa is not a tourist destination but, an addiction. Iam not referring to the numerous psychedelic parties but, the nature’s delight for your eyes, which is an absolute addiction.

Away from the crowd of Calangute beach we stayed at the Vainguinim Beach, which is a peaceful place and totally isolated. You will see hardly 4-5 people on the beach, which is away from the buzz of tourists and vehicles.

We stayed at the Sandalwood Hotel & Retreat, Vainguinim Beach, Dona Paula, Panjim, Goa 403004. 

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These are pictures around the hotel, which is a few yards away from the beach. What a delightful stay. The food at the Sandalwood Hotel and Resort is tasty; a treat for your taste buds and has a lot of variety on its menu.

One of the evenings while having dinner they had a local singer presenting Goan songs with her guitarist father. A special and memorable evening that will stay with me forever.

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I Have a Dream

words and music and stories

MLKAugust 28th is the anniversary of the “I Have a Dream” Speech , given by Martin Luther King, Jr. on August 28, 1963 at the historic “March on Washington.”

King’s memorable, repeated use of that phrase was not included in the written version of the speech, in which he had consciously decided to omit  it because already used in several other speeches.
During the first minutes King had basically delivered his prepared remarks, but when gospel singer Mahalia Jackson cried out: “Tell ‘em about the dream, Martin” he stopped reading his written notes, and began talking freely, describing his dreams of freedom and equality arising from a land of slavery and hatred.
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.”

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Gulzar sahaab’s writings are timeless

Why are Gulzarsahab’s writings timeless?

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Click: Courtesy: http://dohaz.com/songs/Agar-Aisa-Bhi-Ho-Sakta-Artist-Gulzar-Lyrics

It’s Gulzarsahab’s birthday today and I thought about translating one of his poems written for the movie he directed; ‘Ijaazat’.

The gist:

My things lying in your home can be returned to me but, how are you going to bury/ forget and throw away the innumerable memories that we have woven together. They are eternal and you cannot detach yourself from them. Im eternally attached to you and if at all I try to separate myself from you, I will take my last breath.

मेरा कुछ सामान, तुम्हारे पास पड़ा है

सावन के कुछ भीगे-भीगे दिन रखे हैं

और मेरे एक ख़त में लिपटी रात पड़ी है

वो रात बुझा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

You have returned some of my belongings today,

But, there are some more things that are lying with you,

Some days drenched in raindrops,

And a night that we spent together is wrapped in my letters

Make me forget that fiery night, return me these things that I still so fondly embrace.

पतझड़ है कुछ, है ना?

पतझड़ में कुछ पत्तों के गिरने की आहट

कानों में एक बार पहन के लौटाई थी

पतझड़ की वोह शाख अभी तक काँप रही है

वो शाख गिरा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Do you still remember the autumn days?

The sound of the autumn leaves that drifted away from the tree and fell off,

That branch since autumn is trembling in the fierce winds,

Wither off that branch for me,

Return me these things that I still so fondly embrace.

एक अकेली छतरी में जब आधे-आधे भीग रहे थे

आधे सूखे, आधे गीले, सूखा तो मैं ले आई थी

गीला मन शायद बिस्तर के पास पड़ा हो

वो भिजवा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Once while we were sharing the same umbrella,

We both got drenched in the rains,

A bit wet, a bit dry, I brought along with me all the things that dried off,

But, my heart that soaked in your love, is still with you,

Send it to me and also, return me these things that I still so fondly embrace.

एक सौ सोलह चाँद की रातें, एक तुम्हारे काँधे का तिल

गीली मेहँदी की खुशबू, झूठ-मूठ के शिकवे कुछ

झूठ-मूठ के वादे भी सब याद करा दूं

सब भिजवा दो, मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Those 116 nights that we spent together,

The mole on your shoulders,

The fragrance of the wet heena on my hands,

Those fun filled tantrums,

Can you remember those false promises you made?

Send back all these memories,

Return me these things that I still so fondly embrace.

एक इजाज़त दे दो बस, जब इनको दफ़नाऊगी

मैं भी वहीँ सो जाऊंगी,

मैं भी वहीँ सो जाऊंगी

I have only one wish that you can grant,

When I bury these memories, let me take my last breath.

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Click: Courtesy: http://indianexpress.com/article/lifestyle/books/while-reading-tagore-we-tend-to-forget-that-he-wasnt-born-with-a-beard-gulzar/

I feel Gulzarsahaab is the ‘King of romance’; intense, subtle, intuitive and full of romance. I faintly remember the first time I got introduced to his writings. I was still in school, probably in the 8th grade when I watched his movie ‘Ijaazat’ on Doordarshan (the only channel that existed in those days as compared to the crowd of channels telecasting sub-standard serials with no content value).

While I watched the movie, I got engrossed in the storyline and the characters. I found the movie a cut above the rest. Some other movies that I loved were ‘Pestonjee’, ‘Masoom’, ‘Andhi’ and ‘Sparsh’.

These are unforgettable movies. Coming back to ‘Ijaazat’, I loved the movie for its intensity, cutting all the pompousness of Bollywood. Extremely sensitive, well directed and written. I got curious about the director and started delving more into Gulzarsahaab’s writings. Those days Google hadn’t come into existence. I relied mostly on Radio (no FM, just Vividhbharti).

I gradually got to know more about him and his work; the more I heard songs penned by him, I got attracted to his poetry. He made an album with late Jagjit Singh, which was called ‘Marasim’ and I practically heard it everyday.

With the desire to read more of his poems I bought his books, ‘Raat Pashmine Ki’ and ‘Triveni’. In the book ‘Raat Pashmine Ki’ Gulzarsahaab has written and dedicated a poem to Naseeruddin Shah. An apt description of Naseer and his acting skills.

At times, it is difficult to find the hidden meaning behind the poems because, at face value the reader will never feel the intensity.

One of my all-time favourite songs written by Gulzarsahaab is ‘Mera Kuch Samaan’ from ‘Ijaazat’. This song has a deeper meaning where the protagonist writes a letter to her lover, who is now married to someone else. The couple decides to return all her belongings which make her presence felt in the house. Her memories linger in their mind and it disturbs the wife.

Here is what she has to say to her lover:

She wishes to say that my things lying in your home can be returned to me but, how are you going to forget and throw away the innumerable memories that we have woven together. They are eternal and you cannot detach yourself from them. Im eternally attached to you and if at all I try to separate myself from you, I will take my last breath.

From the words ‘autumn leaves’ I also remembered this song sung by Nat King Cole, which also speaks about separation.

Lyrics

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Songwriters: Unknown

Autumn Leaves lyrics © The Royalty Network Inc.

From Wikipeida:

“Autumn Leaves” is a popular song and many singers have sung it. But, originally it was a French song called, “Les Feuilled mortes” which means “The Dead Leaves” whose lyrics were written by poet Jacques Prévert and composed by Hungarian – French composer Joseph Kosma

Piya Re Piya Re

Hi guys,

It’s been long I haven’t interviewed an artist. So, today when my friend Sarang Gosavi sent his version of the famed song ‘Piya Re Piya Re’ originally sung by the legend Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, I decided to share his video and soon I will be interviewing him too.

Commendable effort by the band Saranga. Lovely strumming and vocals. Oh ya, you cannot miss the drums.

“I won’t cry when she dies”

Thanks Dr. Martina for sharing!

Thinking Clearly

I came across a heart-wrenching story shared by a Russian blogger, here it is translated:

“I had a sister when I was younger. I’m the older of the two. My sister was terminally ill from the age of six. And for our parents, she was everything. They never paid attention to me. There was never any praise for my hard work – and I tried, I wanted them to notice how I hard try.

And thank God I tried, because I was able to go to college and get an education.

There were no gifts. My mother often forgot to ask if I’d eaten.

Aged 10, my sister died of leukaemia. I was scared and felt sorry for her, and one day when I was crying, my mother came to the room and said: if it weren’t for you, she would have got more attention. I was 12 then.

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With love

 

Click.. Chittorgarh, Rajasthan, India

Everything seems to revolve round you, Yet I’m so oblivious about your presence.

Even after travelling miles I seem to distance myself from you.

But you are generous enough never to complain.

The beauty of absence, the subtlety of your presence,

Like a flowing river you shower your affection.

Not a day passes by when I give myself to the affectation of the world.

At the end I’m startled like a child whose toy is stolen.

At the end of all daring attempts to be happy I read out my sufferings to you,

You gather a few breathes and shower your love unto me.

Alas, it’s only you who envelopes me with your care and affection.

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Feminine Musings by Nalini Srivastava

 

Nalini Srivastava has myriad facets to her personality. A dedicated teacher of English and History and a poet Cum author are her more  known aspects. What many people may not know is that she is a hard core champion of cause of autism awareness  and in general special needs people. A self confessed proud Lucknowite and lover of awadh culture, she wants to publish her poetry compilation in hindi and if possible URDU too. Apart from her recently released poetry compilation FEMININE MUSINGS, her earlier published works include an anthology of stories of Dark genre. Her stories and poems have got published in various national and international anthologies too.

“I became just an object of desire and recreation.

You stamped me as your property.”

‘Iam a female’ is the crux of the book Feminine Musings written by Nalini Srivastava  HYPERLINK ” http://www.amazon.in/Feminine-Musings-Nalini-Srivastava/dp/9383770252 . She reveals the true status of women in our hypocritical world. All the poems reflect varied shades of a woman. In whatever role her individuality is often ignored. Nalini has reflected this fact in beautiful poems and the strongest point of her writing is that all her poems are conversational and relatable.

Whenever you read her poems you get a feeling that she is hitting a conversation with you rather a candid and bold. Her poems are positive and her words seep deep into your heart. Though she shares her fears, trails and tribulations and sorrows all poems have a streak of hope and positivity. May be that is the reason why you get glued to the book.

Once you read the book I can ensure that you would be tempted to read it again. Infact, what I kept wondering is how did Nalini manage to write so many poems about a woman’s varied perspective. I guess that itself proves that a woman has so many unsaid and unexpressed emotions which are buried deep in her. That is the reason why a woman is complex and her character has so many shades.

As a woman she is entwined in various relations and has to understand everyone. Atleast, that is what is expected from her. Nalini voices her thoughts over these aspects of a woman. Often a woman is judged quickly and forgiven rarely.

Nalini though speaks about different aspects of a woman’s life she seems to be high on life and the below lines from her poem ‘In love again’ proves it.

“I do not care, if they refuse to listen to my heart’s voice.

To fall in love with life again is entirely my choice”.

Her love for life and her family gets reflected in her candid poems. Whenever you read her poems it becomes obvious how much a woman in her life. One of her poems the big question is short but hits you hard. Nalini’s poem, ‘The Big Question’ is her musing about the fake nature of relationships in this fast world.

“Why people show false concerns?

Spend some fleeting moments of their togetherness,

And soon, their care is all done!”

The more I delve into her poems and reflect on each one, the more interested you all are going to be in her book. But, I don’t want to spill the beans now, all that I have done is to give you a glimpse of her book ‘Feminine Musings  http://www.amazon.in/Feminine-Musings-Nalini-Srivastava/dp/9383770252 as it’s an absolute treasure and worth reading repeatedly.

Feminine Musings is published by Xpress Publications.com

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Children’s Poem – The Chase

Special Thanks to Gopakumar Radhakrishnan and Nalini Srivastava for encouraging me to write for children and including this poem in the anthology, ‘Let Them Recite’. Do visit http://www.poiesisonline.com/ to know about Gopakumar Sir’s work.

Click the below link to buy the book, ‘Let Them Recite’:

http://www.amazon.in/Let-Them-Recite-PoiesisOnline/dp/9383770228

THE CHASE LET THEM RECITE ANTHOLOGY

 

5 Ways Jamaican Culture is Secretly Feminist

Must read!!!

Alexis Chateau

When most people think of Jamaica, an island paradise comes to mind. But though we don’t have half the problems America does, it is no paradise. In place of racism, we have “classism”; and in place of race-baited police brutality, we have class-baited police brutality.

This year, Jamaica also experienced an unprecedented surge in violence against women and children. Even in 2014, it was bad enough for me to consider leaving the country. By 2015, I had my eyes set on Europe to escape the distinct feeling of misfortune that often accompanies being the owner of a vagina in a Third World Country.

When I ended up in America instead, I was nonetheless looking forward to enjoying a more equal playing field as a woman. What I found is that though there are more laws in our favor in America, I enjoyed more personal freedoms in Jamaica.

Looking back at the country…

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