Who am I?

“Na main Hindu, na Musalman, na Sikh, Na Isaai,
Main taan Rab da haan Banda, te sab da haan Bhai.”

Translated:
Neither Am I Hindu, nor Muslim, nor Sikh, nor Christian, I am the man of the God & brother of all.

Shoot On SightThis thought just came to my mind after watching the movie “Shoot on Sight“. The movie is a suspense drama dealing with the current terrorism attacks in UK through a London Metropolitan Police Officer of Muslim heritage who must display courage and persevere in his duties in face of family conflict & casts Naseeruddin Shah, Greta Scacchi, Alex McSweeney, Gulshan Grover, Om Puri & other actors. I suggest this movie as a good watch.

Note: The text of the plot was copied from IMDB, obviously the best source on internet for any movie related info.

History of Holi

Holi is celebrated on the full moon day in the month of Phalugna or Falguna (Phalgun Purnima), which usually falls in the later part of February or March.  It is also called the Festival of Colours. In 2009, Holi (Dhulandi) is on 11th March.

Happy Holi!

History of Holi

In Vaishnava Theology, Hiranyakashipu is the king of demons, and he had been granted a boon by Brahma, which made it almost impossible for him to be killed. The boon was due to his long penance, after which he had demanded that he not be killed “during day or night; inside the home or outside, not on earth or on sky; neither by a man nor an animal; neither by astra nor by shastra”. Consequently, he grew arrogant, and attacked the Heavens and the Earth. He demanded that people stop worshipping gods and start praying to him.

Despite this, Hiranyakashipu’s own son, ([Prahlada]), was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. In spite of several threats from Hiranyakashipu, Prahlada continued offering prayers to Lord Vishnu. He was poisoned but the poison turned to nectar in his mouth. He was ordered to be trampled by elephants yet remained unharmed. He was put in a room with hungry, poisonous snakes and survived. All of Hiranyakashipu’s attempts to kill his son failed. Finally, he ordered young Prahlada to sit on a pyre on the lap of his sister, Holika, who could not die by fire by virtue of a shawl which would prevent fire affecting the person wearing it. Prahlada readily accepted his father’s orders, and prayed to Vishnu to keep him safe. When the fire started, everyone watched in amazement as the shawl flew from Holika, who then was burnt to death, while Prahlada survived unharmed, after the shawl moved to cover him. The burning of Holika is celebrated as Holi.

How is Holi celebrated

On the eve of Holi, Holika is burnt in keeping with the legend of Prahlad and his devotion to lord Vishnu. In the evening, huge bonfires are lit on street corners at the crossroads. Usually this is a community celebration and people gather near the fire to fill the air with folk strains and dances. Sheaves of green gram and wheat are roasted in the bonfire and eaten.

On the day of Holi, Children, friends and neighbours gather on the streets and a riot of colour takes over. Coloured powders called ‘abeer’ or ‘gulal’ are thrown into the air and smeared on faces and bodies. ‘Pichkaris’ are filled with coloured water and this is spurted onto people. Water balloons are thrown at friends and neighbours in the spirit of fun. Sometimes, mud baths are prepared and people are ‘dunked’ into this amidst much laughter and teasing. The visitors carry ‘abeer’ or ‘gulal’ to pay their respects to elders by sprinkling some on their feet. The younger crowd is drenched with buckets of coloured water and pummeled with water balloons. ‘Dholaks’ or Indian drums are heard everywhere and the songs of Holi are carried by the voices of these merry-makers.

There is no ‘puja’ or worship associated with this festival of colours. Some ‘gulal’ or ‘abeer’ is smeared on the faces of the Gods, especially Krishna and Radha, at the commencement of the festivities.

Note: The content contains excerpts from other sources which include: Wikipedia & Holi Hangama

How life changed

I don’t know who wrote this poem, just received it in email the other day but, it is certainly worth a read and true for many of us.

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life……

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives lesss happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…..

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on
but then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed……

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. How it changed……..