Shimmering lights, twinkling bulbs
crackling crackers, glittering sparklers
starbursts of multiple colors.
The return of a victorious king,
Triumphant and Joyous.
Centuries old, still revered.
Our lives, beliefs, fortune
an eternal circle, joy sorrow, love, relationships.
We evolve, the world revolves, the circle endures.
With love in our hearts we wish you
a very Happy and Joyous Diwali
and
a Prosperous New Year
Chaitanya, Nitaai, Nandika,
Mehr and Dheeraj Malhotra
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Yes I know
Yes I know .
Years ago we met as children, grew, matured and started aging, separate paths, unaware. Then we met again, per chance and without designs. At least not designs that we created. Perhaps our meeting was a conspiracy between our fates, which were intertwined but of which we were ignorant.
We share thoughts now and sometimes our mornings , but always far apart. I visualize your day sometimes and you perhaps mine. We mean more to each other than we know, the tragedy is we think we know it all. The nice part is we know, it doesnt matter how much.
So, I know I mean something, still learning though how much I mean to you. I have yet to see your family, but if i know you from the time we spent together long ago or from your writings, there is a lot of love and sensitivity there. Your achievements make me proud vicariously and your words add a strange fragrance to that pride. What you wrote is beautiful, I wonder how much more beautiful is the inspiration.
Years ago we met as children, grew, matured and started aging, separate paths, unaware. Then we met again, per chance and without designs. At least not designs that we created. Perhaps our meeting was a conspiracy between our fates, which were intertwined but of which we were ignorant.
We share thoughts now and sometimes our mornings , but always far apart. I visualize your day sometimes and you perhaps mine. We mean more to each other than we know, the tragedy is we think we know it all. The nice part is we know, it doesnt matter how much.
So, I know I mean something, still learning though how much I mean to you. I have yet to see your family, but if i know you from the time we spent together long ago or from your writings, there is a lot of love and sensitivity there. Your achievements make me proud vicariously and your words add a strange fragrance to that pride. What you wrote is beautiful, I wonder how much more beautiful is the inspiration.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Mixed Feelings
Came back from Mumbai on Friday evening and was happily greated by Chaitanya, Nitaai and Nandika shouting "Papa". Chaitanya rushing towards me at full speed Nitaai and Nandika carried by their respective caretakers. We headed homeward with a brief stopover intended at Ashwini Bhaiya's. He had recently been raided by the Directorate of Revenue Investigation and in right earnest, as his trusted lawyer brother/son, I was dutybound to swing by. We landed up at their home.
A little pekingese missile of hair called Whistly merrily hurled itself at my children, who promptly esconced themselves on the higherst reaches of the neares pieces of furniture, precariousl balanced as the canine apparently challenged. Slowly fmiliarity built up and I could ahve a conversation with Bhaiya. Oh, I forgot to mention that Nandika, the little one was the first to make friends with Whistly, I guess we all know the lesson to be learnt from that fact.
We sat and dscussed the horrors that had been meted out by the custodians of revenue and the enforcers of our tax laws. It took me back to my readings on dungeons and the demands of heartless monarchs and the miseries of the commoners. For once, it didnt seem that we lived in a free country. Visiting those feelings again. Thank you Narendra Modi, you made our dreams (nightmares) come true.
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