400 Runs of the blog

400th post and there is something to write.

You Run It. “You” meant – the readers – inspirations and everyone around. Here to be specific – you used to be some person – who reads me – otherwise the writings were just meaningless. The calendar kept changing the pages so do grew up my blog interaction. I am writing many of my specific interactions with different blogs, without naming the blog or blogger. The concerned blogger will find, where he / she is. Each Para is dedicated to specific blogger almost chronological order.

She is ground to earth in real life but do appear proud in blog world. Her earlier writing used to be mask free but later on – the mask, she put in her writings – I did not liked. But as she had been my first blog inspiration. I used to thought three years back – if I put comment on her blog – may she will add in her blog roll. But today I think what a stupid I was ( Still I am ) :).

One afternoon, I saw one notice on the blog – as for some personal reason – she is going to delete the blog. Without a second thought – I started saving her pages – one page – two pages – three page. Next I thought to save the comments too. Within 2 minutes – she had done – the worst thing in blog world – she had deleted the blog .It was a blogspot blog. The blog name was free to use or misuse.

I acquired the same url at the same moment. And I re-published the poems and the stories. She read and tried to find out – who put them back. I said to her. A blog friend – whom I found on Orkut later. The writings are still there without her identity.

I was on no one’s blogroll. What to do ! Add some persons’ name on blogroll and kept commenting on their blog – may one day they may add you up. So he was a Pune’s software engineer – in my blog roll and after some days I was on his. The poem collection of his is still nice ones. He will chew his Lucknowi paan and spit smartly on the politicians and anything wrong around.

When feelings just flow down the body, mind and soul – her fingers play with the keyboard. And for her – writing is the only thing – she finds solace. It was her series on mother that caught my attention. Her writings are unique, that you rarely find in the blogs. I do simply adore her respect for cultural values and human relationship. Though she don’t know many of the things, she is full of “whys” – but the interesting fact is she will be available to give lectures on any topic. Anyway, years together, we became the blog friends forever.

She said me – Please start a blog for me. I made not just one – but three with so many templates. She started them but later deleted one good one – that pained me more than her, as wordpress blogs are not recoverable. But I knew – once she will start blogging – she will have a strong network – and I was not wrong. She found her platform through blogging and express herself more freely.

I wanted to make friendship with him – as he was from IIM Bangalore – a carefree blogger. I wanted one chance to get nearer. One day he was seeking help for logo designing – I extended my help. And he now in a very good positioned executive. When I reached Bangalore – I gave him a call – and he replied “Haan haan yaad hai Prem Piyush blog wale !” I was happily surprised.

He is the icon of Hindi blogging and Bangla blogging, extremely helpful person. Even for a small help – he used to be always in front. No doubt – he was again helpful when I asked for help for my Geetanjali translation. He not directly but gave me a link of another blogger – who really helped me.

Once the blog was just dead, I little knew what to write, no themes to write. Little did I knew there are readers without identity. And inspiring lines vibrated – “When you think there are readers around – your natural expression is gone.” And to my right or wrong – came up the whole spectra of poems and stories. Though she is not a frequent blogger, but I will not be surprised when one day there will be her writings in international journals and magazines.

I did found a motherly figure, which has sufferings written like many of the mothers. The glass ceiling struggle sometimes shows there too. She guides to stand up and inspire to move on despite the odds of life – which keeps inspiring you too. Many a times they seem just the lectures – but when we pass through same situations of life – ‘ the experiences’ seems true which seemed ‘lectures’ once upon.

Though she was in known blog circle, but she came late in my linkage. But I initiated with the comments – as she turned out be a painter, poetess, story teller, photographer and something more. She walked along the sun though even facing the fierce sun rays. She promises to be good regular blogger but she only knows, how regular she is ! 🙂

She writes her cooking skils, her normal tit-bits of life. Thats good enough to read. But when I needed help for authentic verification of some Tagore literature known person – she did seek helps of her uncle. And she sent me the corrections and suggestion of my Geetanjali blog. Not many such persons you find around. The extensive travel experience of hers are clear in her writings – that makes her writings interesting.

There was this person, whom I saw evolving a poet because of his love to her Rupsee, and also the person, who is modern in thought and at the same time with his roots deeply routed to the Indian culture and world literature. A person – who will do blogging for a long time, its really nice to feel close to such dedicated persons with poetic talents hidden.

To her I called firebrand writer, but she claimed back that she is a poet at heart. Her writing seeks freedom from political dirt, idiosyncrasy, and fake masks of life. Who is nature loving and bold enough to say straight. She is a bit lazy writer but comes up always with some kind of volcano.

He was again a chain link from one blog to another blog. In his “English words” – in almost each poem of his – forces me to consult the dictionary. The guy – whose blog used to convey – some different way of logical thinking – changed the way I think.

She put her first comment in blog world – in my blog – willingness to write in Hindi. I could not help her at the time. But she found her own way out – today with her own website – she is dedicated to writing poems. She is a grown up kid – for whom I became a E-teacher. A budding poetess – who just dreams that one day her ghazals will be sung by famous voices. I wish her lots of luck.

She is the daughter of renowned poet. In real life , she is like younger sister of Lata di. Her carefree writing about almost everything seems – she is young writer in her 20’s. Though she is a motherly figure but I said her that I will call her by name without any ji. And she replied me personally happily. She uses smiley’s carelessly – as she claims – that helps her to express well 🙂 🙂 . ( I guess Man / Woman never grow up – I have found my mother / father many a times – like a kid girl / boy. )

In these years – on others blog, apart from enjoying, learning and getting inspirations, I saw deleting blogs, deleting posts, and modifying comments, and on my side there were other poems and paintings that I could never publish. My blogroll exist in my memory and assist me online is, my Google Reader, which says me when, where, what is published without delay.

The only thing in the blogworld that makes me happy (and may be you too) is – to find a new post on a blog – which gives a sense of satisfaction after finding that, the blogger exists with possible human feelings !

Thanks Everyone Being Around ! 🙂 I will be Running again …


History has a very peculiar tendency. It repeats. After reading this I could not resist to post it from Ashutosh’s blog, when his brother left him….

जानता हुं, तु अब कभी नही उठेगा,
शायद मेरे लात मारने से भी नही,
शायद यही सोच,
अभी जब तेरी चिता को आग दी जा रही है,
मेरे आंसु, उस आग को बुझा ना दे,
मुझे तेरी आखिरी दर्शन से भी वंचित कर दिया गया है,

Happy birthday to you

Hi Dear,

You must be awaiting for me as today is your fourth birthday. You know na, since morning how busy I was ! Just now I wrote a looong post on your growth years. But as now the 23rd Nov. will end in half an hour, so I thought to publish nothing but the first few lines form the poem that I wrote in class 7.

नवीन लता, नवीन कोंपल,
बढ़ने की चाह मन में विकल,
ले अभिलाषा चाहती प्रकृति,
बढ़े सभ्यता, फुले संस्कृति,
होते जहाँ पर सभी समान,
छोटे – बड़े का हो ना भान,
चलते जीव, हँसते जन्तु,
मत्त झुलते शाखा तन्तु ।
Anyway here is a CAKE…. and 4 Candles… Chocos.. Songs.. Dance.. Baloooooooooons …and see every (n)one is standing around.. Now Happy Na.. Happy Birthday to you…. 🙂

It was a really nice day at Manipal 🙂 Rest you know very well.

Yours own,
With, lots of love…

Geetanjali Blog started…

Today is Deepawali – the festival of light.

The light – around and the light within. Many a times even in the broad daylight- in plenty of light, we miss our path. The reason most of the time is, we do miss our inner light. At those times we seek for some unknown source of light, navigated in the language, which the lone heart can understand. And those times at the temple of heart, we do offer our lights to our great beloved and want an unison.

The Geetanjali had been a offering of songs to the Beloved of Ravindranath Tagore. Geetanjali received the Nobel Prize in the year 1913 for literature – the first Indian honoured with the Nobel. Diya

As I had planned earlier about Unicode publishing of Geetanjali, I have started with the novice literal essence in Hindi and English. You may read them here at www.geetanjali.wordpress.com.

Hope you will love them to read.

May this Deepawali brings luck, enlightenment and prosperity in your life. Wishing you a happy Deepawali.

Silence and Songs

Almost all of the blogs, I do read, seems so silent or having a sad tone. And in this silence, I am gathering courage, to buzz a bit to break the calmness of dark night, that many of my co-bloggers might be staying in.

Publishing Geetanjali poems was pending, since long back. On occasion of Deepawali, I will start posting the poems from Kaviguru’s Geetanjali. The poems may touch you, as it has touched the millions of hearts around the world.

Will try to light a small lamp on occasion of Deepawali. Please keep visiting this space.

Twinkle Twinkle…


She has been constantly ‘same’ person making us read and write 🙂 . She has been there since when there was none to put the comments on the posts. She has creativity and festivity in her Newari lifeline. Today is her birthday, hence a small poem from this blog to her.

प्रभात की किरणें नयी नवेली,
कहीं भजन तो कहीं रंगोली।
कभी शांत तो कभी ठिठोली,
करती अनुभूति आज अठखेली ।

चाँदनी कहलाती एक अलबेली,
न माँगे गुलाब, और न बेली ।
सो भेज रहें हैं सखा – सहेली,
जन्मदिन मुबारक तुम्हें जूनेली ।flowers.jpg

Many – many happy returns of the day to dear Juneli. Wishing you happiness, prosperity and a creative year ahead.

Look and Feel

The new header image is the cropped 1/3 part of my recent abstract paintings – “Stairs”. I will try to put more photographs and paintings there, to change the look and feel of the blog occasionally and share them with art lovers.

P.S.: The above described painting now appears as the condensed size in the next post , “Stairs“.

To Dear Friend

The very morning,
While you was lonely,
Near the spring,
You do know,
I was there,
And I did hear,
That you sing.

Today,Friendship Hands
Me, miles away,
I couldn’t buy gifts,
Nor the flowers,
Or a call in the air.
Even then,
Touching your fingers,
In air, I am there.

Many celebrate,
Hug and smile.
And like  them,
We can’t meet,
Even for a while.

Like always before,
Let us pray –
God bless us ,
We will celebrate,
Every new morning,
Happy friendship day.

Image courtesy : http://www.bartonprimary.co.uk

When you call me.

Whatever I am here, and I do continue blogging just because of some encouragements that came time to time from various bloggers. Today, when I was told to read this post on me, I could not believe myself.

“लगता है बिसरा दिया है। चिट्ठा से सगाई लगता है तोड़ दी है।”

चिट्ठा is a word coined by us for blog in Hindi.

They are true. Once upon a time, I used to be active in Hindi Blogger’s Community. That time there was not even 100 blogs in Hindi. I was even I asked to work for Nirantar team, but connectivity of net was not cheap and smooth those days. And today I don’t read Hindi blogs much around and today I do hop around mostly the English blogs. Even the Hindi write-ups I did keep on this blog only.

And as a result, even today, when Anupji wrote a post on me, that too I did not read. I was informed by Jitu Bhaiya.

Though they told me to continue blogging several times and once Anupji even tried to scold me in one of his comment. But, today crossing everything these words of Anupji have lots of complaint.

“शायद और बेहतर रिश्ते मिल गये हैं।”

In fact, these words are paining me.

From now onwards all my Hindi posts will appear only on http://www.prempiyushhindi.wordpress.com. Please be there too as you have been here.

I shall try to pay back their love.

Why I blog ?

This tag by Juneli I have to do ! Ahem ahem.. so many points to write down. But for the time being I should do the 5 point task only. The reasons behind my blogging is:

1. Because you read it !
I was born dumb and with a blank slate and was just looking everyone around – whatever smart or stupid I became because of all people and events around. So “You Run It” and ultimately “You Read It”. To explain: Communication with words is just half done, until it serves the purpose to reach the brains on the other head – and create up the effect one wants to generate. Otherwise the personal diary or these words saved in .txt format in the hard disk could have served the purpose of purging out or documentation. I fail to agree, when people give just a ‘single argument’ that one do blogging for oneself without expecting people around. People do love to be heard hence get read by others. I do read other blogs regularly, and also do ensure myself that people are reading me after checking my stats!

2. Because it’s an efficient intellectual connectivity beyond landline boundaries.
Write a letter to someone unknown five times, one may not reply positively or may scold you back. Go to some blog of at least equal level, read them regularly, feel them, put comments five times – in most of the case, if frequency matches, one will read you back and one may comment you back too. Once this bond is created – its better and more pure than the face to face attractions of daily life, as feelings are embedded in the posts. I have made global contacts of people of similar and contrasting thoughts, and also did participated in some of the much responsible works – that can never be given to any stranger. I did booked hotels for them, arranged tours, got job suggestions, technical know-how’s and of course some pretty gifts too. Is Jitu ji around !

These are the bonds – with the people who know the power of words – and we bloggers do respect despite all ups and downs. And a confession here is, at one point of time – I had even thought that may I get someone blogger around with whom my thoughts matches and we could blog together forever !

3. Because I want to be known as ‘just a writer’ after I die.
I have a deep urge to write a novel / story book before I die. Since childhood, the staple food from Ma is given is “the creativity and innovation never dies”. And only these things do carry all the information and knowledge forward from one generation to next. The blog is my jogging ground before I run, with pretty good actors and actresses walking around. So I do never use ‘rambling’ or ‘blabbering’ for blog posts – and instead of I did name as “You Run It”. Though I do write using my own few pounds grey matter – but my ultimate purpose remains, it should be beyond me – as I am just the elemental communicator to serve the broader purpose.

4. Because I want to get loved and hated.
Communication is my plus point of personality. Sometimes I take the pains of my neighbour and let them know, I am with you. At times I do make windows open after singing when I know the weather is going to be pretty good. Another times, I do shout when I guess my neighbours must close the windows as weather is going to really bad outside, and I wanted them protected ever. I am an active theatre person and words are my loved and hated actors on the blog stage, and I do pay a heavy price for getting them happy ending drama done! And so do I carry forward – your love and hate.

5. Because blogs have life like us – I do believe.
During initial days of blogging, the reply to one of my comment on one of the blog was so stark truth that I was bound to improve my writing skills and expression with tears in my eyes – the days of growth. And today I do feel at a satisfactory equilibrium, but still I am restless…. On the other hand, one day I had seen one of the blog being deleted in front of my eyes within minutes and that never came back in any other form. I do ensure that none of the blog stops ever as long as the writer is alive – that I read. The momentary chaos I do love than the absolute silence. I do blog to keep myself alive and make others active around.

Happy Blogging !

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