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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Rising Ronak (Increasing Illumination)


Ronak is a persion word that we use often in hindi, punjabi and urdu.  Ronak, in my language, Punjabi is often used to apply a 'joy, a lightness of mood'.  Usually we say, 'ronak aa gaye' the light or brightness has arrived, or Ronak ho gayi, it  became light.  Sometimes it is used in reference to people.  'He or she brings ronak to a party, or is a ronak of a party.!

Soon as Christmas is over, I know that light is not that far.  It is true that dark and cold stays in the country for over six months, but when the light returns, it is not just in a matter of time, but also intensity.  The above picture was taken last year.  Although the picture was taken in the afternoon, our early morning sun by the end of February is just as strong. Six am, which used to be like 10 pm, pitch dark is not bright and awake.  By the time March rolls around we need blinds.  The first few days are really hard.  Getting used to light is just as hard as getting used to the dark.





I took this above picture only because this bare branch seemed so proud next to green grass!! What confidence!!




The above pictures are taken in the  middle of a forest, right behind the university.  Imagine this in the winter!  You can hardly see anything.  It is dark and cold.  But by the end of February, the birds are chirping, the light is bright, and the days are nearly 11 hours long.  We add about 5-6 minutes of light everyday.  Which means in ten days we add about an hour of light.  Which makes it three extra hours every month.  Multiply that three by four times, meaning four more months, March till June, that is how much more light we will add by the end of June. At midsummer, the last week of June, we have about 22 hours of light!! Yippee!! And up north, it is 24 hrs of pure bright light!! People who move here from the north say that it is not 'bright' enough here.  Truly the land of midnight sun!!



Friday, February 15, 2013

We Are Such Stuff




Diwali, October, New Delhi, 2009


The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158, Shakespeare 


We Are Such Stuff As Dreams are Made on---and our      

Little 

Life is Rounded with a Sleep!

Monday, February 11, 2013

Meticulous





Dhan Uncle and my baby! 2012
Dhan Uncle has always been around.  I do not remember a day without seeing him when I lived with my parents.  He is family, just lives a block away.

We got to know him as 'Dad's best friend'.

I have two very distinct memories of him.

One, is from when I must have been about four.  I was having a tea party with my new porcelain tea set that my parents had given me.  I saw him come through the gate.  I was in the verandah.  I asked him to join me.

He did. No questions asked, no laughing, no making fun of me, or making me feel that it was make believe. It was real.

He kneeled down next to me and 'pinched up' the tiny cup between his index finger and his thumb.  After he drank the tap water from the cup, he put it back on its saucer, patted my head and walked in the house.

I was convinced that I made good tea.

For years to follow when he came he often asked me to make tea, and suji (semolina) halwa. It remains a tradition even till this day.  Whenever I am home, we celebrate with tea and halwa.  Although he tells me that he does not take sugar anymore.

My second memory is from when I was in seventh grade.  I was working on my homework and got stuck at a word.  I walked into the living room to ask my Dad, but he was talking to my grandfather.

'What do you need beta (child)?' said Uncle.

'Oh, could you please explain this word to me? what does it mean?"

He looked, and explained and went back to reading newspaper.
The word?

Meticulous!


Saturday, February 2, 2013

To Be Here-is Poetry-is To Be Here



The above picture was taken at Phoenix, the settlement established by Mahatma Gandhi during his stay in South Africa, July 2012


To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment
                                                                         ---Galway Kinnell (From Writer's Alamanac, Feb 1, 2013)