tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35299001770726841582024-02-07T14:38:06.487+05:30Where the Mind is Without Fearand my thoughts flow freely ...Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-63096120247150587222016-12-24T13:00:00.000+05:302016-12-24T16:31:35.901+05:30Rekindle the Santa Dream
Be a Santa everyday!!!#UnwrapChristmas
It only takes a spark to get the fire going.And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing.That’s how it is with God’s love,Once you have experienced itYou want to singYou feel like spring
You want to pass it on…
A few of us gathered together for Secret Santa tidings, divided by names and united through a common Christmas Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-21294350845324006332015-12-24T17:00:00.000+05:302015-12-24T17:25:33.013+05:30
Be a Santa everyday!!!#UnwrapChristmas
It only takes a spark to get the fire going.And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing.That’s how it is with God’s love,Once you have experienced itYou want to singYou feel like spring
You want to pass it on…
A few of us gathered together for Secret Santa tidings, divided by names and united through a common Christmas Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-11334598832770848972014-07-18T19:30:00.001+05:302014-07-18T19:30:12.726+05:30Float - Haiku
captured on a random afternoon
old and new
life floats on green
seasons change
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Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-1366778390944694202014-07-17T12:50:00.000+05:302014-07-17T12:52:51.415+05:30What took you so long
I met love
In its full glory it shined from a distance
It lured me by its looks
But my fingers craved for the touch and feel
Of this endearing "must meet once in life" being
And so i went near it
Tried to wave at it and greet with a smile
I knew I had met him earlier somewhere
Seen it at close quarters
But something had changed
Yes those eyes
Those eyes are not as clear asShivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-64433053000026925842014-07-15T13:43:00.003+05:302014-07-15T13:52:44.454+05:30Feeling Blocked
Off late we all have been talking a lot about Writer's Block ...or in the blogosphere the better name for it would be Blogger's Block. Specially in the blog community that I am a part of, this word has been doing usual rounds recently. People seem to be catching it like flu. Honestly, I always shy away from using this word as a reason for my infrequent writing. To get into a Bloggers Block, IShivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-85972812955746490242014-07-08T09:16:00.000+05:302014-07-08T10:22:56.730+05:30Home an abode of Hope
It does feel like home, doesn’t it?
Radha got up early that
day. It was a big day for her, and the excitement had stolen her want to sleep.
The whole night she had been twisting and turning, checking the bag and the
admission card now and then.
She kept looking at the
passport size photograph of Gopi in that card and kept feeling proud and
nervous at the same time.
She dressed up Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-55377669241131994462014-06-27T23:06:00.002+05:302014-06-27T23:06:33.673+05:30Silence Breaker
And it has been months ...Months I have not given my blog any time and attention.
Why???
Well those are unnecessary details. What is important is that from here, where do I take it forward. Do I get back to being me, expressing in words, talking to all my readers, putting my thoughts to paper or I let it fizzle?
The question haunted me for quite some time .. an inner voice kept telling me Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-66042910136120520632014-04-15T19:50:00.002+05:302014-04-15T19:50:45.119+05:30Money Money
A big fat Indian Wedding is all about money honey. The more you splurge the more you wish you could.
I am all for traditions and customs, but it hurts me immensely to see loads of money going down the drains for getting a lavish wedding set up. A simple wedding, with some close friends and family, around a sumptuous lunch or dinner would any day make much more sense.
While I also agree Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-21600785756100891922014-04-14T19:59:00.001+05:302014-04-14T19:59:58.134+05:30Lazzatdaar Food
Laazzatdaar khana, sumptuous food has always been the soul of an Inidan wedding.
For each guest that goes to a wedding, the memory of the lip smacking food is that lingers long after everything has been forgotten. And more than the good memories, the bad ones stick for eternity. A wedding which has everything right but somehow falters on the taste buds of the guests, stands little Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-14988492325801550982014-04-13T09:33:00.000+05:302014-04-13T09:35:21.869+05:30Condition of Dreams
Adi was her first born. He had brought her joy, pride and
attainment the moment, the nurse had put him in her lap. That feeling was one
its kind, something she had never felt ever before. The love she had for Adi
was selfless and unconditional …or so she thought.
She wanted the best for him; she had dreams for him, dreams
that overtook her love for him somewhere.
When Adi confessed Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-39522529334614084592014-04-12T19:31:00.000+05:302014-04-12T19:31:12.497+05:30Kanyadaan
Kanyadaan is the most important wedding ritual which is a token that seals the deal. This is the moment when the Brides parents finally give away their daughter to the groom and hope and wish that he and his family will take good care of her. The emotional fool in me sheds a tear every time I witness this ritual. It may be as far a relation as my neighbours friends Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-73234418851267390512014-04-11T11:22:00.000+05:302014-04-11T11:22:16.219+05:30Steal the Shoe
J for Juta Churai
Of all the fun customs in a wedding, the one which clearly steals the shoe..errrrr I meant steals the show is Juta Churai. Set at just the right time when the wedding ceremony is happening under the "Mandap", this is a perfect filler item to add a little excitement to the otherwise- starting-to get-tiring night full of "Mantras" Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-60972265282478350822014-04-10T10:19:00.003+05:302014-04-10T10:24:15.093+05:30You are Invited
I for Invitation
After the arrangements for the venue is done, the next most important item in the preparation list for a wedding are the invitations. Anyone who is planning for a wedding must give good thought to the hows and whos of invitations. This is a sensitive matter, and must be handled with caution. It is much more than a "block your Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-39291368700633715052014-04-09T13:13:00.002+05:302014-04-09T13:13:19.848+05:30Henna on Hands
H for Henna
Henna (Mehndi) are the intricate patterns made on the hands and feet of the bride with a past of henna leaves. This is one of the "Solah Sringar" the bride does Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-52416906934325099832014-04-08T14:39:00.002+05:302014-04-09T20:24:09.153+05:30Grihapravesh
G for Grihapravesh
Her first steps
With apprehensive mind
and curious eyes
With the heart full of hope
and brimming with dreams
to her abode,
the place of her dreams
and the dream of her life..
Grihapravesh is the serene Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-10786135048060070732014-04-07T16:47:00.000+05:302014-04-07T16:47:07.520+05:30Fishing the ring
Sounds Fishy ???
Sorry to disappoint but it isn't fishy at all, its just a game. Among all the rituals I have seen in weddings, this one is one of my favorites.
Simply put, it is a perfect ice breaker game. Generally it is played just after the bride enters her new house "Sasural" after the wedding ceremony. So what is the game all about ???
Objects: Big flat shallow plate of Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-33779021491653013852014-04-07T13:54:00.001+05:302014-04-07T13:54:09.810+05:30Envelopes
E for Envelopes for Shagun
Shagun Envelopes are a popular sight for a Punjabi Wedding. What they are - Well plain and simple gift in cash covered up in nicely decorated envelopes to be handed over at various occasions during the wedding to the bride or the groom or to both and sometimes to the relatives of the bride and groom as well.
In my brother's wedding I realized , Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-55420883499808079712014-04-04T16:08:00.000+05:302014-04-04T16:08:21.530+05:30Door Stopper
D for Door Blocking
When they say Indian Weddings are fun, it is more because even the character artists in the whole drama called wedding, are given good enough footage. Door Blocking, is one such custom, which Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-25477754365482149502014-04-03T15:57:00.000+05:302014-04-03T16:25:08.744+05:30Chai Time
C for Chai-Shai
So after two days of tradition talking, I thought I will get something hot and steamy for my post for today.
Well ..Well.. Well... I can see those eyes rolling and the Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-6647363726444494842014-04-02T14:48:00.000+05:302014-04-02T15:40:15.528+05:30Band Baaja Baraat
B for Baraat
North Indian weddings are all about opulence, vibrance and a
lot of noise. Baraat, a Bridegrooms wedding procession, in which the Bridegroom
with his family and friends (called Baraati) goes to the venue of wedding to wed his bride, wins
by great margins when it comes to pomp and show, lights and glow and excitement
overflow.
If you happen to be in north India during theShivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-84196425561547570962014-04-01T17:00:00.000+05:302014-04-02T15:40:27.685+05:30Ascetic groom
Well, first of all a disclaimer is called for. Do not expect too many words of wisdom and tips for arranging an Indian wedding in these posts. What actually is at offer are the snippets of my close encounters with Indian weddings. After having spent almost 34 years on this planet earth, and that too in India and that too in North India, sharing few interesting trvia of an Indian Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-3607896517433854862014-03-23T15:26:00.001+05:302014-03-23T15:26:45.521+05:30Greatest Love of All
Photo Credit - Google images
Is it rains
Or is it sun
No I think it lies
In the yellow pages of that book
But that book I can still do without
But not without my pen and ink
Ink is nothing but my thoughts aloud
I love them more than all above
Thoughts are but a part of me
But why just the part, I love the whole
What lies within and spreads beyond
The soul inside andShivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-28949725037010641432014-03-21T12:19:00.001+05:302014-03-21T12:20:49.068+05:30Spilling the Beans for A to Z
Ta Daaaaaaaa!!!
Drumrolls!!!!
Red Carpet!!!
Bells and Horns!!!
&Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-37368939514019352162014-03-20T17:42:00.001+05:302014-03-20T17:42:40.897+05:30Room without a roof
Hi Guys
Long long time since we connected.
Well blame it on the cultural extravaganza of Indian weddings.. My brother got married recently and this made him a husband and me a so to say wedding planner. I have a lot to share on that front and I have a plan for that. Soon you will know about it.
But till that time let me continue with my banter and ramblings as they come.
So off late Shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13167860634107797010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529900177072684158.post-32871749549114420032014-03-07T16:08:00.002+05:302014-03-07T16:08:49.155+05:30Can't you read
After 15 jobless days, she was hoping she will get the maid’s
job in this house atleast.
She rang the bell.
After waiting for sometime, she entered the house and the fierce dog
pounced on her.
Bruised and bitten, those harsh words kept coming back “CANT YOU READ… the warning??”
Yes she never could.
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