Blogging is Back

Blogging will be/is back!

Given the era of bygone golden days of WordPress – when we used to dial up from telephone connection to get internet. And we used to write posts – then we connected to people of word across. A simple comment used to bring smile on the face. This happiness is from eternity.

And now all are connected all together much better way – through WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Telegram and so many other channels with 4G, 5G – with hundreds of connections and fan followings. But the thing is missing the Originality of Expression. The happiness of reading/writing is missing mostly.

Things will be hallucinated more as AI will be coming to disrupt a lot of content creation- adding to more confusion. And no way – the happiness of natural reading/writing can be achieved.

We are in the Era of Fast Food and So comes the Fast Content – Not long lasting and having side effects. The Era of mass production of Food and Content. Very much confused what to consume – not satiating to soul.

And like organic food/content will not reduce its value or content. Hence am back to produce my original content – original food of brain – a Writing. Hence I will continue to write here and all the content of my previous blog is moved to here.

Jai Shree Ram

After subscribing to Medium and reading the posts, I got inspired from hundreds of writers. I had the thought to get back to writing. Hence on this day of Ram Mandir Pran Pratistha – starting my blog again on my own domain. Jai Shree Ram!!


Hey Storm,

You Broke me Up.

My Trunk.

But I am strong.

With a Firm Base.

With my Strong Roots Intact.

I will come up with new shoots.

More Dense.

More Meaningful

With More Glory.

Because – I can Do it.


One night,
In the woods dark,
He slept half,
and half awake
within the dry leaves, swamp
Hearing the sound,
The sweet one.

Some bird – may be cuckoo.

Crippled near to the tree,
It was better,
It seemed-
The lyrics,
With the sweet music.
Talking to him.
Lonely in the dense and dark.

As the hours flew away,
The more chirpings added,
Of other birds.
Its dark blue in the east.
The soul orchestra fainted
In the light of dawn

Only in night,
It was routine,
Another and yet another night.
His closed eyes,
created motifs from songs,
Rainbows converted to waves.

To hold the music,
Climbed the tree.

And he hold the bird
Yes – its cuckoo.
Pure Black –
He saw in morning.

Next night,
It sang again,
At his garden.

But the song was,
Lyrics without music.
Hazy waves,
Shapeless patterns,
And no colors.

Last night,
He left cuckoo free,
To hear again
In Dark woods.

Highway to men’s heart

Since last one week, I am on bed, isolated in one room. Neem leaves spread over the bed and I am awaiting for blisters to dry up and back to my health again. I, with two more colleagues got chicken pox at the same time. Not sure if its the temparature humidity controlled AC room and another colleague who have just recovered up or being blessed with the Mata not blessed earlier (Chicken pox is still considered the blessing of Godess in many part of India). Anyway it has to happen!

During the course, the fever, headache and the weakest feeling have changed the taste buds too. Earlier days as the mouth was affected, even a bit of salt or slightest spicy food was intolerable. I was given boiled food with little salt and turmeric. I used to have the changed menu even in those days. Though I must admit, the boiled food has been tasty really. Dear used to have the same food, prepared for me. Not sure, how! Note worthy here is we both love spicy food!!

Today’s lunch was again simple and again same dull looking because of the little oil and microscopic masala but it was plateful rice, dal with lauki, bottlegourd bhaji, aloo gobhi sabji. After the weakness in this recovery period, I had finished them in a shot and asked for a second little serving!!

May be its again one of the tastiest food, I had from her. May be spices that contribute to the taste, but its something else than spices that makes food so tasty! Love you dear !!

I used to have little argument with her on the old saying that, the way to men’s heart is not only through stomach but other things too. But I guess there exists ‘a way’, and infact there must be a national highway in construction !!

Sri Ganeshay Namah

And today I got up very early. I got some peaceful morning hours to blog, as Shubh is sleeping. And this is the right time, when I should get up as per Ma. In fact we remember, that the very mornings, when we used to be sleep, Ma used to study for her graduation and masters and also complete the morning chores.

I am starting to post the photos of Shubh and Dear first time on the blog. Lets share a photo that was snapped on Ganesh Puja, that was arranged for the first time behind D’s flat. He is wearing the dress given by Ravi bhai.

Mar 25, 2011

Shubh Yatra

Shubh turned one year on 12 March with a very simple in house ceremony. And the whole year went on with prayers for his well being. Protected or say hidden, loved and cared in the nest for this whole year. Never knew the life changes this way, when there are eyes which talks to you a lot.

Everytime I take out laptop, he loves to be around and pull up the keyboard’s keys. Shift key is shifted! Few days back camera lens struck, when he tried to hold the zooms. My gadgets are now on risk zone, as to him all electronic goods look the next toys in hand. Anyway, wishing all the electronic items good luck, let me do some blog writing, keeping shubh nearby.

Few days back, he have learned how to cross the main door of house(chaukhat)! Shubh Yatra! God bless you.

The Shell

Hard it may look,
Laying near the beach.
It sees the waves,
Of vast sea.

It is alive-
With a world within,
Protected over.

For the life inside,
Which is very delicate,
Soft and swimming,
In a little sea within.

The shell – he is today.