Monday, 30 January 2017

Lost and Found

Human life goes on and so does go on a million things alongside. Among these, it's hard to realize when the one gets lost. That leads to the big Q. - Can the lost one be traced and finally found?

In the density of grey clouds
Lost a star its ability to astound;
Behind the curtain of city's air pollution
How much possible is to breathe and run?
In the illusion of a mirage in the desert
One finds Hope hanging for a second;
Amid rising buildings, egos and clarity
is hard to trace the subtle gravity;
In the generosity of a chilly morning
warmth of a sun ray gets missing;
Within the layers of the bed sheet 
is present the human but not the heat;
The pen is filled with ink
but words are invisible, hardly spilled;
Pay checks are pleasing 
yet money can't buy everything;
Everything is present, everything is there
but why does it feel ludicrous, each emotion exposed and bare?
Simply b'cause one can't find the extent of destruction
until the one starts re-construction;
But in the middle of rubble, dust, cement and ground
Can the lost one be traced and finally found?

By Priyanka Baranwal

P.S. All the poems written on my blog are purely imagined and composed by me until I mention otherwise. Some of my creations end with my name while some have their own endings.


Friday, 27 January 2017

Hard work counts!

If last few years could teach me one thing
that would frankly be - 
Hard work counts!
while luck hardly matters;
Prayers seldom come handy
if there is dearth in efforts
but if there is an abundance of the latter
you would save much time on prayers;
So work hard, put in more efforts
challenge the self, raise the bar 
handle the nerve, kick the hurdles
call upon the monster, fight the demons;
Do these and a little more
life is insatiable, always wanting more
Suck up all the hatred, the loneliness
and give in to the dream called Success.


Thursday, 26 January 2017

भारत की अद्वितीय स्वर्णिम गाथा

देश का संविधान रचा गया इस दिन 
अधिकारों को वाणी का प्रदान हुआ,
जो देश था कभी ज़जीरों में जकड़ा हुआ 
आज है आज़ाद, बुलंद मुस्कुराता हुआ;

मुस्कुरा रहा आज हर वो नागरिक 
जिसे गर्व है अपने भारत की मिट्टी पर,
फ़िकर बस इतनी सी है, दोस्तों!
आँच ना आ जाए संविधान के मान पर;

जो आसमां तेरा है वही मेरा भी है 
जो धरती तेरी है वही मेरी भी है,
तो चलो मिटा दें भेद-भाव के जंगल को 
न रहे कोई फ़र्क पुरुष और स्त्री के अधिकारों में,
समर्पित कर दें खुद को 'जय भारत' के नारों में 
और भारत की अद्वितीय स्वर्णिम गाथा में। 

- प्रियंका बरनवाल 

गणतंत्र दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Your face is a treasure

Tomorrow is January 26th or Republic Day. The best thing about the day would be that it is also the day of my book club. We have the lucky opportunity to celebrate the occasion on the day itself and not previous to it (like we did for Christmas and New Year). I have planned special session for tomorrow. We will have book reading, some exciting craft work, special snacks and then a fun assignment designed and given only for the occasion. I hope kids to love it.

Talking about kids, let's talk about mine and something that he told me yesterday. I was busy in kitchen when he asked whether he could say a paragraph in Kannada. I said, alright and he did spoke a paragraph in good length, comprised of 7-8 lines. I was impressed with his progress however could not understand a single word. I asked and he patiently told me the meaning of each line. Put together and this will the gist:

Your face is a treasure. You have two eyes, two ears, one mouth, and one nose.

I said, yes but why our face is a treasure?

Because if you loose any of it, you can't get it back! 

Nice! That was indeed a pearl of wisdom shared by my kid. Now we know we all travel with a treasure and we must take care of each of them well.

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Why parents should learn the other half of the equation?

Parents. One word can swell your heart with the rainbow of emotions. No matter what you do or where you are, what you think or what you speak, which direction you go or have taken a deliberate pause, parents are always there...to love you, to support you, to lull you equally through successes and failures with their warm words and everlasting encouragement. There is just no end to the happiness and love shrunk in just a single simple word - Parents.

As a daughter, I adore mine. They have been there with me when everyone was there and they have also been there with me when no one was there. Weathers came and go, harsh times hit and left, memories turned good and bitter, I have found my precious set with me. And that's just more than what a kid can ask for!

By nature, they are Giving. So as a daughter, I am naturally much more in the receipt of their love and support than my brother (Poor him! Tch!). They just need an excuse to Give. Mine are pretty generous and sometimes it gets a little too much! I don't know how much I'll be able to explain my point/perspective here or at what extent you will agree with me but it is true! They only know how to Give while they should also learn how to Take/Accept. As a child, we surely want to show our share and level of love, support and understanding and it can only be a possibility on a fewer occasions. The child too can want to Give but not only Take. As for me, I love them too and that is why, I believe, they should also practice the act of accepting things from their children. By doing this, they will only be respecting your thought and the hidden warmth.

Parents must learn Accepting can make their child happy

Monday, 23 January 2017

Why we don't do what we like to do

It is often said - try other than your interest. But sometimes, the scenario flips and we hardly do what interests us. There are multiple examples to this. You know you love traveling yet you stick to the four walls of home. You love gardening yet the space outside the porch is yet to be filled with dirt and mud. You love reading yet you don't find time to hold onto a book. You enjoy fitness but hardly hit the gym or the nearby Yoga center. And the best one - You love talking to loved ones yet they complain you don't place a call to them anymore. Regular things yet we hardly do it. Why? Well, the question intrigued me a few days back and after discussing it with my bestie, we came up with 5 reasons backed up with some good logic.

1. Habitual Issue: Researches say that it takes almost 23 days for a new thing to turn into a habit which means - to get a new thing turn into a daily thing, it has to continue for at least 23 days. That's quite a lot but considering how long a life can be, it's fairly doable. We eat, brush, shower, talk and do other things without much thinking because they are our habits. But when we like a new thing, it still struggles to become a habit.

2. Comfort Zone: I love visiting places but if you ask me for a trip or a day out at a good resort, I will chicken out. My first reaction would be - Why and what for? What's the need? Let's stay back home. But the moment wind hits my face through the car window, the trip suddenly becomes the best thing to do. Getting out of the comfort zone is a challenge and that makes up for a pretty basic reason why it's hard to do what we like to do.

3. Surroundings/Parental Pressure: My bestie admitted that because of the parental pressure at a certain level during her childhood/teenage, she could not do things that she actually liked. She was good in academics but when it came to watch TV shows or talking to people or joining hobby classes, it was out of question. So surroundings affect us at a great extent. This also bars us to introduce new things in the daily routine.

That's the relationship with a new thing

Thursday, 19 January 2017

Aceept the way life is.

With Priyanka Chopra winning People's Choice Award for the second time and then the interview where she was asked whether she is scared of newly elected Donald Trump as US president, she has said to be nailing it everywhere. Any news related to her wits and she nails it like anything. It has started to feel like whether she has humongous nails to prick and trick everything. Don't get me wrong. It's just a compliment for her admirable personality. I am a big fan of her.

A light prelude was needed to commence something here. 2016 did not end up on a good note for several reasons and one of them was - the death of my bestie's mother. As it turned out, my friend was unable to cope with the sudden loss. The evening she told me was Thursday, the day of my book club. Right after two minutes of its beginning she called to tell me the news. She had clearly forgotten about my club. I listened in horror and tried my best to soothe her. I too was going through some difficult times at that stage and could easily relate with her pain and the agony. We talked for five minutes and then I had to resume my club. I can't ignore it.

She still is finding it extremely challenging to go about daily struggles. We talked and chatted whenever it was possible. She lives abroad or else we'd have been together through such difficult times. Every time we talked, she was sad and withdrawn, had forgotten the simple act of smiling. I kept feeling bad and was guilt ridden of being unable to ease her pain. But a few days ago when we talked, I found her smiling and laughing. I was surprised nonetheless delighted to see the transition. I asked and she said -

No one can forget their mother. Take it 30 or 60 years, those memories will stay with you no matter what. If this is going to happen then I need to accept it and try to live. Being sad is not going to help anyway, especially when you have a family!

What a beautiful sentence - I need to accept it and try to live. Only she knows the pain she has been going through yet she spoke with such positivism. Now she talks, smiles and laughs during our conversations and says I am her life-line. Well, the thing is mutual. But the relief I get by getting to see her trying to put two and two together and make each day wholesome by fulfilling responsibilities is inexplicable. I know her brave face is only a mask over an aching heart, her smile is only a souvenir of moments she spent crying for her mother, and her laughter is nothing but another push to make another day livable but that indeed serves the purpose of handling the tragedy well within the perimeter of human capacities.


Peace of mind is so much needed to live and I wish a whole lot of it for her.

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Pihu and our world

This evening when the tingling taste of filter coffee on my tongue pulled me to my neighbor's house, time seemed to fly with wings. We enjoyed those moments as usual. When bhabhi was busy in making dinner for us, I thought to utilize the time with their pet - a little fish in a reasonably large aquarium. I love aquariums! And those colorful beautiful fishes wandering in it. There was only one in that tank. I occupied the small stool next to it and observed the different species taking dives depicting the highs and lows of life.





The bulge on her head is pretty unusual. She seemed charming but the little balloon like structure was eye catching. Then my neighbor told me about the fish and the bulge on her head. He then got busy in something while I still decided to continue giving my company to the lone fish. A wordless aimlessly wandering creature can be so beautiful...so innocent looking. By nature, her mouth was open all the time to catch oxygen. I kept thinking about her - what she might be thinking or doing being all alone in a big pool of water? Does she get bored? Does she crave for a company in there? What a fish can teach us about life? How can we, the humans, relate to it?

I waited for a profound thought to hit me. It didn't happen...until I got busy in conversations with my neighbors once again. Just like that fish and her fish tank, we all are wandering aimlessly in the big pool of air, not knowing whether we are alone or we have a true company, whether do we care about others, or whether do we roam to catch a glimpse of air (read - Hope) with an open mouth (read- mind). My neighbor told me that this particular fish is good for Vaastu, specifically the bulge on her head which gets astonishingly larger as she grows up into an adult. She is just 4-5 months old right now. Then I thought, does she know that? That she is good for someone's home? I don't think so. Nor do I think a beautiful little fish should be made responsible of bringing fortune somewhere. Pets usually bring happiness and cure many ailments but I don't think they should be categorized for bringing luck. These are just my personal thoughts which I normally keep to myself.

Anyways, before dinner was cooked, we all named that fish. It was my request, of course. After Hermoine, Piku, Clickety, and others, we finally zeroed in for - Pihu. I think it's a nice name for such a beautiful fish. But then again, does she know that? I don't think so. :)




Monday, 16 January 2017

Do you deserve what you ask for?

When Dumbledore rectified himself to Harry Potter, saying, 'Help comes to those who deserve it!', he put forward a very profound thought. With the help of a character, Rowling sure has given a lot just by a single sentence!

Help comes to those who deserve it!

We often have wishes and desires ready to be fulfilled any time. If you leave the materialistic perspective /worldly pleasures, this will be the list of what one can usually ask for - peace of mind, salvation, redemption, freedom...one coin but many faces. These wishes are so strong that they actually get a shape of another human being inside us. We keep breathing them every single day but before asking for such, have we ever thought whether we are worthy or qualified for it? Do we have what it takes to handle our wishes?

A bizarre but another thing to ponder about. When some wishes get true, it means we have become worthy of them; that we have put enough efforts and dedication to be in the receipt of such rewards. But when some desires are left in open to dry out and puff away then there might be something that's stopping it to get done. May be if we put our souls in a fix direction, with all true intentions and honest efforts, the chances of the unfulfilled to get completed may enhance by a level or two. I am not saying or guaranteeing anything here. Because I have seen that no matter how many of genuine efforts you grate yourself for or how much you dictate the soul in a particular direction, or how much legitimate you are to the situation, some of them still go up and find their own oblivion.

But that must not stop us to stay true to ourselves, and to the others! If you are true to your soul, if you will to instigate as much efforts as it is required, if it is not only the heart but also the soul demanding for the fulfillment then you may get the help! Your call may get answered with a cheerful Hello.

All you need to do is - to be deserving for what you ask.


Saturday, 14 January 2017

The icing of Hope on Saturday

There is happiness in little things
When I see my club kids smiling, 
When I look at my Guitar resting
Or, when I am scribbling down something
I do find it's only true that -
there is happiness in little things;

So what if there is a windy storm outside
so what if if there is one inside
life does not stop, time does not run out
They keep going, they keep running
until we stop giving up, get up and go out!

Another day begins while many more awaits
What's going to happen next, is tricky to say
But the dream I just saw during my warm sleep
Did feel real, the hope sweeping me away
So it is with Hope that I begin this Saturday. 

- Priyanka Baranwal

Friday, 13 January 2017

Soothing in the odd timing

2017 could not start on a better note. I fell sick on the very first day which continued to bless me for roughly one and a half weeks. I am still recuperating but chill! I am not here to portray how excellent life is to me. Instead, I am here to write a little moment that happened during my sickness.

Following the new year celebration came Thursday, the day of my book club. I run it at my home. I was still sick and sort of resting the whole day. My dear sister suggested me to cancel on the session and have some more rest. Only I know I was done resting. In fact, it was making me sicker! So I politely denied her concern and said, 'At least I'll have something to do.' As expected, I ran the club that day and it went pretty well. Not for a single moment did the sickness hover over me. I felt better during its slot. But the reality stuck in when it ended and all the kids said good bye. Suddenly I started feeling weak. The thing that had gone successful in holding me for an entire day was now done. Now I had nothing to look forward to. So the obvious prevailed.

I called my mother during those moments of sickness. It was I guess around 8 of the evening, pretty late to have a cup of tea. As it turned out, my mother too was having her cuppa. I told her that I am not feeling well and want to have a cup of tea for myself too but the timing feels very odd. She said,

'Go. Go and make some tea for yourself. You will feel better.'

And that was it! The fate of the hour was written and after five minutes, I was sitting by my balcony breathing in a warm aromatic cup of tea. I felt her presence right next to me and with every sip, I could sense the comfort of her hug. It did feel good.

Now sitting again by the same place, I miss my mother and her warm words, her presence and those motherly skills of knowing how to soothe her child. I wish I could see her right now. If the years of togetherness do not challenge me at this moment, she must be having her first cup of the day. She is as addicted to it as I am growing to be.



Tuesday, 10 January 2017

स्वयम का सार

संध्या के इस मध्यम अँधेरे में जब नज़रें ऊपर उठीं
तो गहरे काले बादलों के बीच चमकते घरों को पाया
टिमटिमाती रौशनी के बीच जीवन के तत्त्व को पाया;
थोड़ा और ऊपर देखा तो स्याह आसमां में भी
कुछ अजीब सी दिलकश बात दिखी!
वह गहरी काली चादर कहीं से फटी तो कहीं से खुली थी
और उसमें से झलकता था चन्द्रमा का मंद प्रकाश,
'प्रकाश' जो उम्मीद का आधार है
जिसे बांधा नहीं जा सकता जिसे पाया नहीं जा सकता ,
जो अभेद्य है जो अनंत है, थोड़ा सुगम तो कुछ दुर्गम है
जिसकी चुटकी भर से बुझते दिए में प्राण आ जाए
जिसकी ख़ामोशी ही बिन कहे सब कुछ कह जाए;
ऐसे ही मंद झीने प्रकाश को उस अभिन्न बादलों में
बेसाख्ता चहलकदमी करते हुए पाया;
कहकहों के बीच अपने वजूद का एहसास कराते पाया;
यूँ तो दिन भर गुज़र गया पाई पाई के हिसाब में
मगर स्वयम का सार और बुझती लौ में शक्ति का संचार
संध्या की इन्ही चंद मिनटों में ही मिल पाया।

 - प्रियंका बरनवाल


Friday, 6 January 2017

Everyone needs a healer

Everyone needs a healer
not a doctor, not an engineer ,
not a plumber, not even a fixer
but a healer, a real honest savior;

For me, it's my buddy, Guitar
When I plucked in the balcony
 played through several songs
(and I also chose to sing)
somewhere it felt a piece of peace
a flash, hard to pick anywhere else
it felt a grave filling up
with the fine dust of hopeless hope
The breeze passing through me and my buddy
felt welcoming as if opening its arms
 and taking us in 
while I kept playing slowly
embracing the wind with its own song and melody
This little piece of the day was golden
golden enough to make me some happy.


Wednesday, 4 January 2017

My son, Ashmit's, performance on Dec. 31st 2016

My son - Ashmit - along with one of my club kids - Devashish - performed a group dance on Dec. 31st 2016. We all loved it!



Tuesday, 3 January 2017

When I performed on 31st eve of 2016...

Me performing on the 31st eve of 2016. I really love playing on my Guitar.



Sang a bit too!


Enjoy!!