Monday, September 28, 2009


Its dasara today and the flowers you see in the pic are 'zendu'(I dont know english name for these). Dasara time, and you see loads of these in the market.
This plant is naturally growing near my house and I am wondering about botanical question of 'how did this propagate here?'
But I like them like this better, on the plant, than prunning them, making garlands and tying them somewhere on the door and putting them in dustbin the next day.
There is also a tree nearby, leaves of this tree are exchanged as 'gold' on dasara and sometime back I saw that the tree was looking leafless and barren as it was robbed of its leaves for dasara.
I agree people cant exchange real gold on dasara owing to sky high price of gold but if you spoil trees like this, then probably you are also poor in some other sense.
I am not criticising dasara tradition, but isnt letting things grow naturally, a still older tradition?
Anyways, be it garlands, be it flowers, these are mere symbols, and meanings behind symbols are more important than the symbols themselves. Those who understand that, are the really ones who celebrate. Others are like sardarjees in that joke, you point them to something important, and all they keep looking at, is the finger!

Happy Dasara again!!! Cheers!!! :)

Monday, September 21, 2009


Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Durogh i musluhut amez
Bih uz rastee bu fitna ungez.

"An untruth that preserves peace is better than truth that stirs up troubles."
- An ancient saying (from Travels into Bokhara by Alexander Burnes)

Sunday, September 06, 2009


We've got a throwaway culture. People, plastic, pop bottles, principles.
Everything's disposable. The nation's suffering from memory disorder.
Two hundered years ago? Impossible to imagine.
A hundred years ago? Too hard to think about.
Fifty years ago? Ancient history.
A movie made ten years ago is considered old.
A TV series made five years ago is a classic.
Most books have three months shelf life.
Sports organizations no sooner build stadiums than they blow them up so they can replace them with newer, uglier ones.
The grade school I went to was torn down and replaced by a strip mall.
Our culture's so obsessed with what's new, we distroy the past and pretend it never happened.
I want to write an essay that convinces people that the past is important.
I want my readers feel it and smell it and appreciate it.
- Creepers (David Morrel)