The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,700 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 45 trips to carry that many people.
These days the news papers are full of news about rapes and sexual harassment of all age groups of women. It seems no woman or child is safe in any city of our country.
The poem says that like “Prince Duryodhan” and “Prince Dushasan”, the villains of “Mahabharat” who harassed the queen Draupadi, wife of Pandav princes, while all courtiers stood as helpless witness, the men these days, have been ill treating women everywhere. According to the scripture “Bhagvad Geeta ” in the epic “Mahabharat” of Hindu Mythology, whenever sins would increase on earth Lord Krishna will be back on earth to slay the demons and bring peace and happiness to the mankind. This poem asks Lord Krishna when would he fulfill his promise.
This monument of love is a unique piece of art and architecture with nothing else to beat its beauty in the world. This truly is a masterpiece.
Taj Mahal is a mausoleum built for the queen Mumtaz Mahal( and hence the name “Taz Mahal” – Palace[mahal] for Mumtaz,) by the Emperor Shah Jahan of the Mughal dynasty. The construction began year 1632 and it took almost 22 yrs to build with material sourced from not only India but also China, Tibet, Afghanistan, Persia and SriLanka. The queen died during the birth of her 14th child. The king was devastated and ordered the best of engineers and designers of Persian origin to design an out of the world resting place for his beloved wife. So great was his sorrow that he took to drinking and spent days lamenting for his love. His son Aurangzeb took advantage of his sorry state and rebelled. He killed his brother Dara, the chief contender of throne and a favorite of their father. He imprisoned the mourning emperor in fort of Agra to crown himself and shifted the capital to the Red Fort, Delhi. Shah Jahan spent his remaining days in captivity gazing at the Taj Mahal which was in direct sight of line from the bedroom window.
There is no greater love story and no man-made structure to compete with this masterpiece. Couples from all over the world make a beeline to get their picture clicked with this symbol of eternal love in hope that their love will be as everlasting.
After a long time another poem has taken form today. This one is a wish and goes..
If only, for some moments, you and me could get lost somewhere, where there would be no worries and no duties, Under the stars we could have laid listening to only our heartbeats. We could have shared dreams, without being afraid of the broken ones or waiting for the new ones to take shape.. If only, you and me could have stolen such moments..
The morning is bright and sunny..
Yet I laze, gazing at the little balcony,
Blaming the world for the melancholy.
I fail to see the blooming primroses..
the delicate pinks and bright yellows..
dazzling white and flaming red.
But comes there a humming-bird..
in search of nectar, buzzing away happily.
I gaze at the little bird in my balcony..
It flits away with an infectious energy..
Suddenly, coaxing away my lethargy.
Humming a new beat with its flutter..
Wakes me from my stupor.
I gaze again at the little balcony,
And now I see the morning bright and sunny..
This post has been long overdue…should have posted this last year! But better late than never. This year I have been nominated for this award by http://genesmusings.wordpress.com. Thanks a million ewdupler for this generosity.
The rules for the Sunshine Award are as follows:
The Nominees:
A haiku for today.
Today, the challenge is to write a poem using words from some foreign language. I am presenting a poem in Hindi which is a foreign language to thousands of WordPress users. I am re-blogging it from my blog. Here goes “Umad Ghumad..”
Umad ghumad kar baadal chhaye, sang unke vichar bhi ufnaye.. aadhe adhoore, kacche pakke, kuch kachotte to kuch muskate, kuch aansoon laate, to kuch gudgudaate. kalam meri ruk ruk jaye, kya likhoon aisa.. jo sabhi ko bha jaye.. sacche bhav… par jo na mujhe rulaaye na kisi aur ka man dukhaye. sabhi mere apne hain.. jinse dukh sukh ke, kshan sabhi jude hain.. unke haathon me kuch nahi.. saare pal, eeshwar ne gadhe hain. e baadal.. apni boondon mein baha aansoon saare le ja.. kar de mera man bhi hara.. kar de mera man bhi hara..It means that along with the rumbling clouds my heart is also full of many thoughts. Some thoughts are happy while some are painful. My pen wants to write but only those words which would neither hurt me nor others because they all are family. I want the clouds to wash away all my pain in the rain and heal the wounds of my heart.
Shoma Abhyankar 