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On tears

2012-01-29T17:32:00.002+05:30

Cry if you need to,it's good to cry out all your tears,because only then you will be able to smile again...”
― Paulo Coelho, in his book of essays - Like the Flowing River.
Source of the photograph

Good capitalism v/s bad capitalism

2012-01-21T15:15:00.003+05:30

What is capitalism? I would define is as the freedom of though and the freedom of innovation and freedom to make profits. Is this good? Yes, it keeps the wheels of the economy churning and ensures that we do have enjoy certain liberties, most particularly the freedom of expression, which isn't the case in most communist societies. We need money to survive in this day and age, where barter system is not the norm.
But when the freedom to make profits, crosses a certain invisible ethical line and manifests itself into ruthless greed, it can only lead to downfall of humankind.
Yesterday at the Anuradha Gandhy Memorial lecture, Arundhati Roy spoke on: The Ghost of Capitalism. I was fortunate to be able to attend it. I am not a communist and can never be one, either I don't understand it, or understand correctly that it too has its evil side.
That said, Arundhati Roy's speech, as always, was an eye-opener.
It is true that the divide between the rich and poor is ever increasing. Now, if everyone could just donate a percentage of their take home pay to an NGO of their choice-- which really does good work at the grass root level, perhaps that would bring about some improvement in our society.
Here are the links to some media coverage of the event. Her blog post of yesterday's speech is on GoodReads and the link to the same is also below.
Mumbai Mirror
The Economic Times
Arundhati Roy's blog on GoodReads
Source of the photograph

Makar Sankranti - not fair for the birds

2012-01-20T00:11:00.003+05:30

Makar Sankranti, the harvest festival, is celebrated by flying kites. In Mumbai, people throng Chowpatty beach for this purpose. The sad part, there is a pigeon feeding arena in one corner of the beach. People even thronged here to fly kites. The kite strings are laced with glass and this could injure the birds very very badly.
I visit this beach as often as I can for my walks. I hadn't realised that it was Makar Sankranti and frankly I was quite dismayed at this lack of empathy towards our feathered friends. I was carrying my camera and here is the photograph of the pigeon feeding arena and the pigeons fluttering in fright as the kites swooped above them. In another photograph you have a view of the entire pigeon feeding area and in the right hand corner you will see the kite flying team dressed in green marching down towards the area to fly their kites.
Why couldn't this portion of the beach, at least, be cordoned off?
News items carried reports of painted storks getting injured or even killed during the kite flying festival in Gujarat state.
I hope that people will understand that it is the birds who have the right to fly, not kites flying at the end of a dangerous noose. Some people do try and help, but sadly not all birds can be saved.

Beauty

2012-01-08T20:41:00.004+05:30

The sun slowly dipped
In the Arabia Sea...
The sky was painted in myriad red tinges
The sea below, dappled in gold
Couples walking hand in hand
Stood still to soak in the beauty together
The beggar leaned on his staff
As golden waves lapped around his toes
The kids waved at the sinking sun
Their faces shining with joy
The busy hawkers took a moment off
As serenity wrapped up the day
Mumbai stood still
All watched with baited breath
Till twilight descended
Softening the harsh edges of the city

(Photographs will follow as I use a non-digital camera)

Wishing you a joyous 2012

2011-12-24T21:50:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

January 1, is perhaps just another date. But we do keep track of days with a calender. So here is wishing all my readers and their loved ones a joyous 2012.

Meanwhile, it is worthwhile to remember Janice Markowitz quote: Today is tomorrow's yesterday... make the best of it...for it will never come again.

So use each day wisely, use it to scatter joy.

Warm regards,
Lubna

Photograph taken by Shomita during our recent Ooty trip

A wild flower (Ooty)

2011-12-12T12:50:00.002+05:30

William Blake in the opening stanza of his poem Auguries of Innocence has penned:

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour...

I cannot meet William Blake's standards, but here are my few lines
The Wild Flower
A rose, nods its sleepy head
Tended to, in a warm glasshouse
A wildflower, it sways in the breeze
Gazing at the sun, welcoming every hour
A wildflower, I rather be
Providing a burst of unexpected joy
To the true nature lover
-- Lubna Kably

Photograph taken by my friend Shomita Mukherjee in Ooty.

A green carpet

2011-12-10T18:05:00.005+05:30

My tired urban eyes loved the spread of the lush green moss all around in Ooty. There were waterfalls everywhere (perhaps it had rained recently, it does rain in Nov-Dec in these parts) and the moss was soft and thick.

"S" took several pictures --- I had not taken my camera, as we would be using hers and I love this macro shot. Why, the serenity of it all, even prompted me to pen a few lines.

Softly caressing jagged rocks
The harsh edges it smoothens out;
A spread of soft green, is on view
For the tired soul to construe;
A feeling of peace
Of being at ease;
Ah, the softness of the moss....

Babbling away

2011-12-09T21:58:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

I spent a day at Salim Ali Centre for Ornithology and Natural History, Coimbatore, where my friend "S" is a scientist.

I had heard a lot from her about this Institute, which is set amidst the Nilgiris Biosphere Reserve. As soon as you step inside the gates of this enormous campus you hear bird songs - a wide variety of them. It takes time for you to learn how to spot the birds hidden amidst the thick foliage, needless to say a good pair of binoculars help.

Oh, the campus also houses a very friendly white dog called Suzie, whom the students are very protective of (Suzie may need surgery soon for a tumor perhaps cancerous). I do hope she recovers soon as she is a very loving dog.

"S "told me the best view was to be had from the roof tops. So leaving her to begin her day, I took the steps to the rooftop.

A bunch of Yellow Billed Babblers (seven sisters as they are called) were sitting on the roof sunning themselves and chattering away. Their backs were to the staircase. However, hearing me climb up, a few of them turned and a cute extra bold one, came hopping right up to me and looked me up and down. Guess he/she was checking whether I was a worthy visitor.

As he/she flew off, I am sure tales were spread of this strange visitor from Mumbai, who had stumbled up the staircase and was taken aback by the sheer spread of greenery all around, including the thickly tree carpeted Nilgiri range which lay just ahead.

While I was not carrying my camera, "S" had a few days earlier photographed one curious Yellow-billed Babbler, I wonder whether it was the same one. One easy way to distinguish Yellow Billed Babblers from Jungle Babblers is that the former have bluish-white eyes (as opposed to white eyes of the Jungle Babblers) and also have a comparatively lighter breast feathers.

During this trip, both from the rooftops and a long walk where I just followed Suzie, I spotted -- Red Vented Bulbuls, Hill Mynahs, Babblers, Indian Robins, squirrels (tiny squirrels -- quite unlike the variety you see in Maharashtra) and a few pairs of parrots which were just a bright green blur as they screeched and flew in search of fruits. A solitary peafowl also ran across my path during my walk, taking both me and Suzie by surprise.

I had been warned this was elephant country, and mercifully I did not come across a stomping herd. Guess, if at all, the herds come into the campus area only after dusk.

I am sure the trees were teeming with birds, birds I could not spot, but at least I could hear their melodious songs. During the eight odd hours that I spent here, I drank deeply the fresh air, and took in the greenery. I am sort of starved of greenery, here in Mumbai.

Wishing you all a good weekend.

Best,
Lubna

Photograph of the Yellow-billed Babbler by "S"

The practice of giving thanks

2011-11-18T23:23:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Human beings are complex. I mean, a dog wags his tail furiously when he/she is happy/satisfied. Doesn't a happy dog, in turn, make you feel happy?

Yet, we human beings may appreciate something, say a service, and just keep mum. The bottom line, XYZ was just doing his/her duty.

Hospital stays, whether as an attendant or as a patient always have me thinking. This time, I spent a few days with my father who was undergoing a minor surgery. While with him at the hospital I realised how tirelessly the young doctors work and the nurses and the ward-boys and the administrative staff -- including the lift-men... they work non-stop round the clock till their duty hours are over.

True, a few have learnt the art of avoiding work, but most of them, roll up their sleeves and dive right in.

Life in a hospital is tough. The patients are understandably grouchy, their attendants are tense and also ill tempered. Everyone is quick to complain.

A young doctor was assigned a 24 hour plus shift and she actually came to tell us she was on duty during the night and if need be we could contact her. The lift man stoically bore the brunt of the ire of visitors/attendees as even seven lifts (elevators) could not cope up with the constant stream of people. Yet others were irritated with the watchman who asked them to show their visitors pass. All said and done the underlying motto of each and every staff member was: The patient comes first.

As people streamed out of the lift on their respective floors, only a rare few thanked the lift-man. I guess not many thanked the nurses who came in, attended to the patient and quietly went away.

Yes, as an attendent/caretaker/patient, one isn't in the best of spirits. But just a simple thank you to a well deserving hard working hospital employee would brighten their day and also yours.

Perhaps, we humans need to build the art of saying thank you, in our daily lives. After all, aren't we supposed to be more evolved than our pet dog?

Thank you for reading this post. Your comments as always will be appreciated.

Best,
Lubna

Source of the picture

WHY???

2011-11-11T22:45:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I've always asked: Why did a child not go to school? Why did this kid have to live in a shanty town? Why did this kid not have clothes to wear or food to eat? My parents had no proper answer. The answer generally was: Well, if you work hard, you can be whatever you want. Teachers tended to be dumbfounded with my Whys'.

I grew up in a good locality in suburban Mumbai, but yes, down the posh hill there was a shanty town and the poverty was in your face.

I still ask Why? And still I get no answers and have no answer myself.

Today, I went for a gentle walk along Chowpatty beach (instead of my usual brisk walk/jog -- which I am still not strong enough to undertake) and had time to observe.

1) A child not more than 9 years old was part of the team that took other kids on buggy rides. He pushed a car while two other kids seated in the car, little less than his age, clapped and cheered and had a blast. Why? Why could he not be sitting in that car instead of pushing it?

2) A girl not more than seven was selling balloons to kids the same age than as her. Well, their purchases brought a smile to her face. But then again, my Why remains unanswered.

3) Another toddler helped his father sell glowing spheres (I wonder what they really are). The father threw them in the air to attract attention and the toddler ran and picked them up and brought them back.

If these kids weren't employed as such, things could perhaps be worse for them. At least I these kids even if toiling away, seemed healthy and seemed happy. They had each other to rely on.

Why does such inequality exist? If I were not born in a good home, would I be as educated and privileged as I am today? I think not.

If you have any answers to my Why! please comment. If you don't have the answer, and I bet you don't please do something about it, even if it is a teeny-weeny something.

As a few guys appeared on the scene with the latest digital camera's around their necks (there is lots to photograph at Chowpatty), I couldn't but help notice how many mouths could have been fed given the price of the camera. I had to block these thoughts. Inequality exists. Such is life.

Meanwhile, take a look at the right hand side bar of this blog for NGOs I respect, admire and support. One of them is Humane Touch, Bangalore. It ensures that kids (at least as many as they can help) are schooled, provided vocational training, their mother's given micro finance so that they can earn.

Little drops of kindness, may seem nothing more than a drop of rain on the dry sands of Chowpatty beach, but I'd like to think it makes a tiny difference to someone at least.

Have a nice weekend.
Best,
Lubna

Diwali days and giving away

2011-10-26T14:22:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Diwali, the festival of lights is here and we have a two day vacation. Yet, my hopes of enjoying these two days evaporated into thin air.

Today, I realised, the edema I was suffering from and the rashes that appeared today morning were the side effects of some medicines. Sigh. I guess, I realised it in time, before I stopped breathing. Medicines do a lot more than just cure.

There is no better day to clean your wardrobe than one where you are bloated (I put on more than 5 kgs overnight, so bad was the edema). Well, I prefer to see the bright side of everything.

Our office, every Diwali hosts a clothes collection drive for Goonj. So I cleaned up my wardrobes and got lots of stuff all ready to be packed. Some warm clothes are going to our driver's family who resides in a village up North where the winters are cold. Thanks to a few years stint in Bangalore, I had lots of warm clothes which I will never wear in Aamchi Mumbai.

Goonj really does a lot of good work. FOR THOSE IN INDIA: Perhaps you can arrange for a clothes collection drive in your office or your neighbourhood? The clothes can be deposited at the collection sites spread all over India. Visit their webpage now and see what you can do.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year.

Best regards,
Lubna

I am a proud Doodler

2011-10-02T11:46:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

I always knew that Doodling was productive. Why, I even have a tiny note pad, on which I doodle during the ride between various client meetings. It helps me think, on how best to approach issues at the upcoming meetings.

When I am stuck and chewing on a problem, I doodle! I doodle, when stuck in traffic jams, I doodle while on flight, I doodle while on vacation, I doodle while I am reading a newspaper or a thick report. All I need is a pen and paper, or the little white columnar space alongside the page I am reading.

Now, what I always knew, has been proved in studies. Watch Sunni Brown on Ted Talks.

Enjoy and happy Doodling!

I am unable to upload the video, my MTNL broadband isn't working, so just access this link here.

Best,
Lubna

A prayer to untie the knots.

2011-09-21T23:07:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,
I received this from my cousin via email and thought I must share. What better way to share than via my blog.
Hmmmm.... blogger has made some changes and I guess temporarily (I hope) it is not possible to expand a photograph easily and read the words. So here they are:

THE KNOTS PRAYER

Dear God: Please untie the knots
that are in my mind, my heart and in my life;
Remove the have-nots,
the can-nots and the do-nots,
that I have in my mind.

Erase the will-nots,
may-nots,
might-nots, that may find
A home in my heart.

Release me from the could-nots,
would-nots
and should-nots, that obstruct my life.

And most of all,
DEAR GOD,
I ask that you remove from my mind,
my heart and my life, all of the 'am-nots',
that I have allowed to hold me back
especially the thought
that I am not good enough.
AMEN.

(Author known to God)

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Now isn't this truly beautiful? Have a nice week.
Best,
Lubna

Eid Mubarak (Eid Greetings, Happy Eid)

2011-08-30T22:05:00.007+05:30

Dear Readers,

We celeberate Eid ul Fitr tomorrow, after a month of fasting (Ramazan/Ramadhan). What I like best about this month of Ramzan is that charity (Zakat) is mandatory. And it is not left to your whim and fancy but is as per a well set formula.

Certain items of wealth exceeding a specified value/quantum (which does not include self occupied house property) is subject to zakat. It is more or less like a wealth tax and is given to the needy. Today, there are many organisations which collect zakat and put it to good use. What is more they provide the donor with transparent audited financials showing the inflow and outflow of zakat contributions.

Too often we get lost in the commercialization of festivities. Zakat ensures we stay grounded.

Best regards,
Lubna

Take a pledge this Independence Day (August 15, 2011)

2011-08-15T12:05:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

Happy Independence Day.

Even as Times of India, has unveiled the so far unknown stanzas of our national anthem, in a beautiful video, other publications are not trailing behind in the Independence Day hype.

Today's newspapers are filled with columns, with opinions, on what independence day means to the rich and famous, to those in Bollywood and to the hoi polloi like you and me. There are articles saying this could have been better, this issue remains unresolved and so on. All true. We have come a long way and have to walk a long way to be truly independent.

Being independent to me, means being able to say what I need to against the ruling parties - be it at central (federal) or state level. It is the understanding that my vote counts. It is the strength that I get from a free press and The Right to Information Act. For this, I am thankful.

I am particularly impressed with this editorial in TOI today and salute the two IPS officers Sanjiv Bhatt and Rahul Sharma who have stood up against what was clearly wrong in a democratic, secular nation like India.

That said, what lies ahead?

The path seems tough. Let us take a pledge to do something:

1) India continues to be fragile. Only we can prevent her from being shattered and boxed into narrow domestic walls.

Let us take a pledge to be more tolerant and understand of each other's views, to cross the barriers of religion, caste, creed, to be united as Indians.

2) We are crying out loud against corruption, but we alone can stem this rot.

Let us take a pledge to not give or accept bribes, no matter what the immediate loss/inconvenience that we have to bear may be.

3) The growing divide between the rich and poor, between rural and urban India is widening.

Let us take a pledge to be associated (in any manner we can) with worthy NGOs that are doing their best to bridge this divide, to bring education, medical aid, help to the less fortunate Indians.

Else, the Independence Day hype will be nothing but temporary patriotism. Just as our vote does make a difference, we too can make a difference.

Source of the photograph.

Best,
Lubna

Taking some time off

2011-07-23T19:22:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I shall be taking some time off, starting August 1. So this is my last post for sometime. All is fine.

It is just that I have been officially working part time for some time, but not really paying attention to what else I need to do. So coming August, I have drawn a plan for myself, which includes:

1) Work -as per a proper schedule

2) Some permissible exercise

3) Volunteering

4) Meeting friends and family in real life and not just in cyber space

5) Prayer and meditation

I need this ME time and I shall try it out in August and see how my experience goes.

Have a nice glorious month ahead.

Warm regards,
Lubna

Please visit my other blog for a story

2011-06-26T19:51:00.001+05:30

Dear Readers,
By mistake I posted a story, The story of Mushkil Gusha to my tax blog. Please do go here to read it. Sincere apologies.
Best,
Lubna

Counting your blessings

2011-06-19T19:13:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Sometimes it is so easy to slink away and sulk. To say over and over again, why me? It is a phase difficult to get out of. You can get angry, you can get sad, but you cannot stop asking why me! Even small issues then begin to seem like unsolvable problems.

Now this is a tried and tested method, for coping with such occasions.

1) Take a day off work (Don't think you will be able to deal with your emotions over the weekend). Go ahead, just take that day off.

2) Sit in the favourite corner of your house, with pen and paper in hand (or your trusty lap top) and fill in all the things that you should be grateful for.

3) After having done that, see how you can help others - given your own problems and limitations. It can be something as simple as sending an email to a friend who is sick and lonely.

4) Whenever you feel down and depressed look over your list again.

5) If possible, go for a walk, meet up friends, call up friends, force yourself to wear a bright coloured dress and to smile. Or if all your friends are tied up, go down alone to your favourite eating place (I've done that, its fun).

Unless you really take stock of things you should be grateful for, you will never realise how blessed you are, no matter what your difficulties are.

Have a nice Sunday and a great week ahead.

Warm regards,
Lubna

PS: This photograph was taken several years ago of gulmohour blossoms dipping gently into the lake at Lalbaugh botanical gardens, Bangalore. But it makes me feel at peace every time I look at it.

Saturday rambling

2011-06-18T21:08:00.004+05:30

I hate malls. I can't begin to tell you how much I hate malls. But, shopping for the weekly groceries was unavoidable and the grocery store is located in this very mall, a hop, skip and jump away from my residential complex. So off I went.

The good thing that monsoon brings with it is corn. I found fresh corn was available in plenty. There are a few vegetables which are so versatile, such as potatoes or even corn.

So I am thinking, spinach and corn, corn soup, corn salad, corn in the vegetable pulao, or just boiled corn to munch.

But somehow, while fresh corn is yummy and versatile, nothing quite beats the roasted bhutta (Corn on cob) available near Marine Drive. You can munch on this as you watch the sea lashing in all its monsoon fury. (See photograph. Not taken by me. I have provided the source of the photograph. I saved my photographs on Flickr and am having some trouble retrieving them. I will replace this photograph as soon as I can access mine. I just wanted to share the fury of the sea during the monsoons.)

Yes, monsoon brings with it slush, bad traffic, cold and coughs, but also provides Mumbai with water all year round and ushers in the corn season.

Source of the photograph

Shades of grey

2011-05-15T00:25:00.002+05:30

The fierce sun
Batters the scorching tar road;
Far ahead
The sea shimmers like a silken cord;
The day it turns into the night
Night into the day;
Yet as time flees
Shadows of grey remain;
Uncertainty gnaws my soul
Tearing into it, bit by bit, each day.

Look what I got as gifts from across the seas...

2011-05-11T20:25:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

Some months ago, I picked up a book on beading. I must admit that I have not gotten around to buying beads and other stuff and actually trying my hand out at making something. Nonetheless I did the next best thing. I began to follow various talented artists in blogsphere. One of them being Deci of Gem Trials

Deci recently hosted a give away and I won. In fact, I won much more than the beautiful wrap around purple bracelet. I received the package today and there was another sundance bracelet. Both courtesy of Calypso Studios.

But I was over the moon when I saw Deci's handcrafted gift to me. A pair of silver earnings with pretty blue beads. They are gorgeous.

So here are the gorgeous gifts for you to admire. And do pay a visit to Deci's blog - Gem Trials. I have also blog rolled it a long time ago.

Cheers,
Lubna

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-06T21:14:00.001+05:30

Dear Readers,
Commercialization sure has taken over. It is perhaps not as crazy as Valentine's Day but crazy nonetheless. Yet, there are so many better ways to pay homage to what a Mother truly stands for.
Marianne, my blogger friend, spent time volunteering in Afghanistan, where she met Suraya.Here is what she says: "I met and worked with Suraya when I was living in Herat, Afghanistan. She is founder and director of the women’s organisation that runs women’s shelters to protect and support women fleeing violent homes or forced marriages. It is courageous and deeply compassionate work. Suraya is a courageous and deeply compassionate woman."
Do you want to help Suraya to continue with her good work? Hop across to Marianne's blog and learn how. Click here.
Each and every penny counts.
So do contribute and spread this message around. And enjoy this music.
Happy Mother's Day.
Best,
Lubna

Happiness is....

2011-04-23T19:09:00.002+05:30

Liquid brown eyes
They trust you
They look deep into your soul
The body quivers
The tail wags furiously
Unconditional love overwhelms you
Happiness is
Holding a happy puppy dog

So, if you can, why not adopt a puppy dog or kitten today? For adoptions in Mumbai, this blog is very helpful to help you find that perfect friend. Click here to go to Adopt a Pet

Photograph: This is Bailey from London, with his own little piggy toy. I hope his human Daddy doesn't mind him being featured on my blog.

Waiting for tomorrow

2011-04-16T12:35:00.006+05:30

Waiting for Tomorrow

The sun beams drifts in
It hurts, I blink my eyes in pain
Perhaps the rays are trying to penetrate the gloom, within;
The pigeons coo
It hurts, the 'coos' resound
The echo inside my head sounds like erratic thunder;
A waft of music floats my way
Adrift on a rare summer breeze
I try to block out the sound;

Tomorrow will be another day
I shall happily reach out to welcome the sun beams
I shall let pigeon's coos ease my troubled thoughts
I shall let my soul rejoice to unexpected music
For now, I shall wait, for tomorrow
I hope it comes soon.
-- Lubna Kably

Photograph: Taken at Aurangabad at Bibi Ka Maqbara site

Surprise gifts to chase my blues away

2011-04-08T18:49:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,
Those who know me, know how much I hate shopping - unless it is for books (Oh, how I miss the glorious book shops of Bangalore where I spent a few years). That said, the only place where I literally drag myself to, when my clothes get all faded and I need proper office attire is Westside. Or at best, Fab India. My shopping spree gets over in a jiffy.
Yet, a google search, once brought me to GirlyHour. Girly loves shopping and she loves telling us where to shop, where to go for a fab cup cake or for that hair cut. Once, I participated in a "pink" getaway and hey presto today came a surprise gift.
Encased in a Tom and Jerry pouch was a Maybelline stick and one of my favorite things - a note pad.
I am always writing, scribbling, doodling and love note pads.
This surprise helped chase my blues away, as owing to a real bad accident, my car is damaged beyond comprehension. A BEST bus, lost control and rammed into us at the traffic signal.Luckily, the car bore the brunt and not its passengers.
If you are in Mumbai and love to shop or even if you don't, look up Girly Hour for some tips, it helps not having to waste time shopping - if you know where you ought to go.
Have a nice weekend.
Lubna

In the Universe of your Life

2011-03-27T11:04:00.004+05:30

When you tremble,
Not in anticipation, but in cold fear;
Watching the dark clouds gather,
And spread their vicious gloom;

In the universe of your life.

When news arrives,
And adds to the growing darkness;
A friend in Tokyo, yet, some others...
Each battling their personal woes;

In the universe of your life.

When it becomes difficult,
To distinguish shades of grey;
Life itself seems encased,
In a dark heavy iron-clad cloud;

In the universe of your life.

When you are slipping in deep despair,
Your eyes chance upon the silvery moon;
Illuminating the way,
Telling you gently, yet firmly;

Never give up the fight,
Challenges are part of life;
Moon beams will guide you,
To paths anew, hopefully solace you will find;

In the universe of your life.

-- Lubna Kably

Photograph: The super moon, shot by my cousin and nephew in Hyderabad. I love the radiant moon beams which seem to be dancing their way to Earth.

Happy Valentine Day, blogger friends

2011-02-13T18:55:00.002+05:30

Dear Friends,

I guess cards and candies cannot convey what love means. It means being there when needed. So I am taking this opportunity to thank all my blogger friends for being there for me. For providing their comments: Their insightful comments on those posts when I needed insights,for their pep talks and motivation on those posts when I cribbed, for their wishes on joyous occasions and for their empathy in times of trouble.

While my blog is not exactly an open book, I have on more than one occasion shared my deepest fears, my turbulence, my thoughts and was surrounded by love. So thank you for being there.

Wish you all a Happy Valentine Day surrounded by the warmth of family, friends and pets, all through the year.

PS: Timesgroup is running a contest: A Day in the Life of India. One of my photographs has been uploaded so far. If you are on FB or have a Indiatimes email account, you can vote for me. Else, do hop over to have a look. This photograph was taken on Chowpatty beach bang in the city of Mumbai. Click here.

A Quiet Mind, by Ruskin Bond

2011-02-04T10:58:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

It is so sad to walk into bookstores and find it manned by people who are not interested in books. Guess, they haven't been exposed to books, while growing up, owing to economic conditions and they would be ready to move on from their current job at the book store to another better paying one at the drop of a hat.

Oxford, near Churchgate (Close to my office at Nariman Point) is getting worse. I can't seem to find anything I want. If I ask for a particular book, the answer almost always is, it isn't there and then after a hunt, I find it lying all dusty in some nook or corner.

When I am down, I love to read Ruskin Bond. It is so peaceful reading his books. I find myself transported to quiet lands and find peace.
Fortunately, "Rain in the Mountains: Notes from Himalayas" was lying neglected on the lowest shelf in one corner and I picked it up with delight.
Here is a poem from this book.

A Quiet Mind: Ruskin Bond
Lord, give me a quiet mind,
That I might listen;
A gentle tone of voice,
That I might comfort others;
A sound and healthy body;
That I might share
In the joy of walking
And leaping and running;
And a good sense of direction
So I might know just whee I'm going!

Photograph: Taken at Ooty, in the wee hours of the morning. I wish I lived near the Sanjay Gandhi National Park, in Mumbai. Out here, there are no green places to walk in. Sad.....

Walking around in Ooty

2011-01-27T15:33:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

I was in Ooty over the weekend to attend my nephew's wedding ceremony. While this was hectic, I did try and indulge in morning walks. It was cold, the wind-chill factor added to it. Yet, a woollen cap and a thick jacket helped me crunch dried leaves down the pathway meandering around a tea estate. In the early hours of the morning, I had this road to myself except for a little pug who would come running from the tea estate and join me on my morning walk. Here are some photographs to enjoy.

India is such a diverse country. We don't see such scenes in Maharashtra, of tall silver oaks and the tea gardens.

Best regards,
Lubna

2011 is almost here

2010-12-26T10:17:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
At last the morning air, at least, is cool in Mumbai. There is a fine mist (not pollution) which covers the residential towers that surround my apartment. I can hear birds chirping, not to mention the cooing of the pigeons. On the drive to office, I can often spot butterflies at traffic signals, trying to catch the morning sunshine as they flit around the few flowering plants that have been planted at these traffic junctions. India is fortunate enough, to celebrate all festivals. So the Xmas cheer is also visible. The cool air brings a smile to many faces, including those on that of the street urchins who are busy selling Santa hats.
But what is just another New Year? Why do we look forward to it?
Guess, it is summed up best in these lines: And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream
So, here is hoping that your dreams come true in 2011.See you, next year.
Warm regards,
Lubna

The Prophet by Kahil Gibran

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

And he answered:

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the
stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form

Love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

Photograph: There is a tiny pond in the Bibi Ka Maqbara premise at Aurangabad, where I photographed this water lily.

2010: A huge big mixed year for me

2010-12-13T18:16:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

How has 2010 treated you? For me it was largely a mixed bag.

But let me just feature the good. The last blog post of 2010 should end on a nice note.

1) Moved back to Mumbai: Hurrah!. It is close to a year since we moved back. All said and done while Bangalore was a nice place to spend a few years in, there is nothing quite like one's home town. Walking on the familiar streets of Mumbai is sheer bliss.

2) Raised funds for Room to Read. The fund raising at my employer organisation is ongoing. Hopefully I shall get a cheque to give to Room to Read, in January.

3) Learnt to slow down. There is always a silver lining somewhere. I am now working part time and am actually learning to have a life, other than a working life.

4) Complete a decade as a columnist with The Economic Times. I upload my monthly columns on my other blog: Talking Tax.

5) Made new friends: Both at the workplace and in cyberspace.

6) Went on vacation to Aurangabad: The highlight here was meeting Rani - an adorable doggie, who is now part of the hotel management's team at Lemon Tree Aurangabad. Not to mention the peace that I found in the several Sufi shrines I visited at Khuldabad.

Would you like to share, how 2010 treated you?

Wishing you happy festivities and a great 2011. See you in blogsphere in the New Year.

Warm regards,
Lubna

Source of the Photograph

When life hands you lemons....

2010-12-05T11:53:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

The popular saying is: When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Many people I know, either in person or via the wide world of cyberspace are facing challenges. They are doing so bravely, perhaps even more bravely than I am facing my challenges which are minor in comparison.

A colleague is recovering from cancer, so is a close friends' parent, so is my cyberpal, Dr Katherine Howard. She is one of the bravest people I know. She has set up a blog: Life after Total Gastrectomy and won't you please pay a visit to her Etsy store and buy her beautiful scarves and cowls. They would make for a warm present this festive season.

Dr Katherine's (Doctor Dude as she was known on one LinkedIn Group)Etsy store is here:No more cold necks

Another cyber friend's teenage son has been diagonised with Ataxia - there are 21 strains and testing is available only for half that many strains. Doctors have ruled out SCA 2 and Ataxia telangiectasia. If anyone knows of any support groups, especially in India or clinical research, anywhere in the world, please comment here, so that I can pass the details on to my friend. Yet another cyber friend's teenage daughter is battling glaucoma.

Please pray for them all. For courage in times of strife and for recovery. And yes, do visit Doctor Dude's Etsy store.

Meanwhile I shall leave you with one of my favourite quotes:

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher, writer.

Photograph: This photograph was taken in Bangalore in 2009, at my favourite spot - the pond/lake at Lalbaugh Botanical Garden.

Happy Thanksgiving

2010-11-22T18:15:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
I know this is not a festival that is celebrated in India, well not as yet. But Thanksgiving Day is a wonderful festival.
We do have our own harvest festival or rather spring festival - Holi, while Thanksgiving also has its genesis to the harvest season, the beauty of it is that people sit back and really consider what they should be thankful for. Isn't this beautiful?
I am thankful for my wonderful family members and friends, including some real friends whom I haven't met in person. Some are overseas others are in India, yet they have stood by me whenever required. I will not name them here, I just want to express my thanks for having them.
And I leave you with a blog post from another friend whom I haven't met in person, Mary Lascelles who participated in a great project in Gujarat India.
A big thank you, again, to all my friends.
Source of the poster
Best,
Lubna

Children of a Better God

2010-11-16T22:02:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I recently read a book,viz: Children of a Better God, by Susmita Bagchi. I leave you with my review.

Happy Eid.

Best regards,
Lubna

What is our first impulsive reaction when you see a child afflicted with cerebral palsy? Unless we are aware, we tend to think that the child would also be having a low IQ and would be unable to learn and find a place in society. Nothing can be further from the truth. These children are perfectly normal mentally, even as they may be physically disabled.

The author, Susmita Bagchi, happened to attend a Christmas party at the Spastics Society of Karnataka and saw for herself how these children do not wallow in self pity but make the best of what life has on offer. Soon thereafter she went to the Society to buy some greeting cards made by the students and met the Principal of the School run by this Society. The Principal expressed her anguish that most people are totally ignorant about cerebral palsy and society does not really accept these children. This exchange of conversation prompted Susmita to pen this book to make us more aware of the issues faced by such children. She spent time volunteering at this Society and was touched by the grit, determination and courage of the students and their caretakers. While the characters and some events in this book have been fictionalised there is nothing fictional about the issues, the struggles, the disappointments and dreams of these children and those who take care of them.

The main character in this book is Anupurba who is forced to return to India from the USA, owing to her husband’s transfer. In the USA, she was an art teacher and is now finding time hanging heavily on her hands. She runs into a university friend and is introduced to Asha Jyoti, a school for children afflicted with cerebral palsy. Overcoming her initial fears, she volunteers as an art teacher. While she teaches the children to mix paint and obtain various shades in their paintings, it is she who learns a valuable lesson of how never to quit in the face of adversity.

While the language of this book is simple, it packs a powerful punch. Some events even made me cry. A big bonus is that it contains photographs of the drawings/paintings of the children of the Spastics Society of Karnataka (the cover of the book is also one such painting). These drawings are beautiful and detailed. They radiate joy and happiness; you can see flowers, smiling faces, a man sailing up with a bunch of balloons. Courage, faith and optimism shines through every page of this book. For instance, this book also depicts Noor, a student of this school who today manages the Health Centre run by Asha Jyoti.

There are many Noor’s in this world, some of whom have been given a chance to be part of society, yet others are waiting in the shadows. If you can volunteer your time do find out about the Spastics Society in your city and reach out, or alternatively donate.

Chhath Puja at Chowpatty beach

2010-11-13T10:43:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

During my walk yesterday at Chowpatty beach, I came across an interesting sight. All along the shore line, a bit away from the sweep of the waves, but on the wet sand, women had hoisted sugarcanes, beneath which were kept offering of fruits and there were tiny flickering earthern lamps (dias). It all looked so pretty. These groups of women were also decked out in their finery - read bling, bling clothes, generally sarees.

Well, the crowds of people and the occassional fireworks which they bursted did not leave me with much space or even inclination to walk. I stood and watched.

I learnt that it was the Chhath Puja - puja of the sun, this time the setting sun. And as the sun began to set, they entered the sea, and floated these flickering earthen lamps to be carried away by the waves, gently towards the setting sun.

In this puja, which is carried out by North Indians, especially people originating from Bihar, the devotees offer their prayers to the setting sun and then the rising sun in celebrating its glory as the cycle of birth starts with death. It is seen as the most glorious form of Sun worship.

India sure is a land of diverse cultures. There is so much to learn, even while taking a simple walk at the beach.

Have a nice weekend.
Best,
Lubna

Photographs taken with my blackberry camera on November 12, 2010 (the photographs are not sharp, as the sun was fast setting and it was getting dark).

It is pouring in Mumbai again

2010-11-09T16:12:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

At this time of the year, we do not get rains, the monsoon ends latest by mid-September. Yet the sky is overcast and it is raining and the fishing boats are on the beach and not at sea.

I hope I will be able to walk on Chowpatty beach tomorrow.

I cannot imagine how the fisher folk weather the sea in these tiny boats. Brave people.

Best regards,
Lubna

Lives of Great Men...

2010-11-04T21:02:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

Sometimes, you are forced to go slow.... let me not delve deeper into this, but just leave this statement as it is.

Yet, while going slow may appear difficult, it is vital to adjust. I went for a long walk today along Chowpatty beach. I could not but help taking this photograph, as it reminded me of one of my favourite poems.

An extract is below:

A Psalm of Life

...Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wishing you all a very HAPPY DIWALI.

Best regards,
Lubna

Soneri Mahal in Aurangabad

2010-10-30T19:30:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

On Monday, October 18, I decided to pay a visit to Soneri Mahal in Aurangabad. It is in the beautiful Dr Amedkar University Campus

The campus is beautiful. An ancient gate leads one to the Soneri Mahal. There is a pool in front of the Mahal a la Taj Mahal or even Bibi Ka Maqbara.

So far so good. BUT!

As soon as I passed through the gates and began to walk on the pathway alongside the pool that there were a few loud splashes. Oh gosh, there was a frisky family of frogs occupying the pool. I looked closer, the water was stagnant and filled with algae, no wonder the frogs were so happy.

Well, I don't really mind frogs so I walked on further and reached the steep steps of the soneri Mahal. Puppy dogs rushed to greet me! There was a Mother Dog with her playful pups just outside the Soneri Mahal.

There was more to come. My meeting with the homo sapien species. There was no board saying: Monday closed. The Soneri Mahal houses a museum which I did want to see. However, a few caretakers told me that the museum was shut. But, if I paid some money I could be allowed to look around. Some tourists had already paid up and were there inside the museum.

I decided to be content with playing with the puppies and watching the beautiful view. Now, I love dogs and don't mind frogs, but I am just wondering whether this was the place for them to be in. But then, they were far better than the homo sapien caretakers.

You can see the happy frog and doggie family in my photographs.

Happy Diwali.

Best,
Lubna

Sufi Shrine in Aurangabad: Hazrat Syed Nurul Huda Saiheb

2010-10-26T11:01:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

Some visits are just destined to happen. Like any other traveller, before leaving for Aurangabad I had travelled in cyberspace.

I had read on the Internet of the shrine of Pir Ismail, Aurangazeb's tutor, located near Delhi Gate in Aurangabad and hence I hopped into an auto and asked him to take me to the shrine near Delhi Gate.

Instead, I landed at this very peaceful shrine of HAZRAT SYED NURUL HUDA SAIHAB, KADRI AND CHISTI LINEAGE.

It is off Delhi Gate, in a tree covered lane, next to a government office. An internet search is not throwing up additional information. So the only information I can provide is the name above as was inscribed on the Shrine.

It was so peaceful here, that it cannot be described. I was the sole visitor. The fragrance of roses wafted across to me as I sat on the cool marble platform, prayed and found solace. The twittering of birds - red vented bulbuls, cheerful sparrows, and the occasional screech of parrots was all that could be heard. I visited again and again, during my stay in Aurangabad.

It is one of the most quiet shrines in the city of Aurangabad. Do visit, if you want to find yourself or are searching for an answer.

Best regards,
Lubna

Where is this Taj Mahal?

2010-10-24T12:30:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

I am back from a short trip to Aurangabad. I actually needed some peace and quiet and hence wanted to visit Khuldabad which is dotted with Sufi Shrine and is a wonderful calm place.

But, I did visit the usual tourist spots in and around Aurangabad as well.

For now, I shall just leave you with some photographs of Bibi-Ka-Maqbara.

I did take a few photographs with my blackberry (unfortunately the battery needs to be replaced and so it used to die out pretty quickly). I hope to process my film rolls soon and be back with better photographs and better stories.

Have a nice weekend.

Just added a photograph shot with my trust Canon (Film).
Best,
Lubna

All come together on the beach: People Watching on Chowpatty Beach - Part 5

2010-10-12T14:24:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Nothing unites Mumbai (Bombay) like the Chowpatty beach. From this office goer in a pink shirt with a lap top bag, to the toddler being pushed on a toy car, to families with tiny children or just couples seeking a quiet moment. Irrespective of class or caste we all flock here.

Photograph taken on Chowpatty beach on October 2.

With this, I shall take your leave and will be back only in early November.

Best regards,
Lubna

Just Playing: People watching at Chowpatty beach - Part 4

2010-10-10T11:19:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

A handful of my friends are parents, fortunately they do understand the "power of play".

I came across this beautiful poem on the internet today (it seems the author is unknown) and I thought I would share it.

Just Playing

When I am building in the block room, please don’t say I’m “just playing”.
For you see, I’m learning as I play, about balance and shapes.
Who knows, I may be an architect someday.

When I’m getting all dressed up, setting the table, caring for the babies,
don’t get the idea I’m “just playing”.
For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I may be a mother or a father someday.

When you see me up to my elbows in paint or standing at an easel,
or molding and shaping clay,
please don’t let me hear you say, “He is just playing”.
For, you see, I’m learning as I play.
I’m expressing myself and being creative.
I may be an artist or an inventor someday.

When you see me sitting in a chair “reading” to an imaginary audience, please don’t laugh and think I’m “just playing”. For, you see, I’m learning as I play. I may be a teacher someday.

When you see me combing the bushes for bugs,
or packing my pockets with choice things I find,
don’t pass it off as “just play”.
For you see, I’m learning as I play. I may be a scientist someday.

When you see me engrossed in a puzzle or some “plaything” at my school,
please don’t feel the time is wasted in “play”.
For, you see, I’m learning as I play.
I’m learning to solve problems and concentrate. I may be in business someday.

When you see me cooking or tasting foods,
please don’t think that because I enjoy it, it is “just play”.
I’m learning to follow direction and see differences.
I may be a cook someday.

When you see me learning to skip, hop, run and move my body,
please don’t say I’m “just playing”.
For, you see, I’m learning as I play.
I’m learning how my body works.
I may be a doctor, nurse or athlete someday.

When you ask me what I’ve done at school today,
and I say, “I just played”,
please don’t misunderstand me.
For you see, I’m learning as I play.
I’m learning to enjoy and be successful in my work.
I’m preparing for tomorrow.
Today, I am a child and my work is play.

For those of you who would like to donate story books, there are a few books remaining from Humane Touche school's wish list. These books were carefully selected, hence please hop over to their Amazon wish list and be generous. The shipping address is included in the registry and the books will be directly shipped. (Sorry, no used books, please, as these do not always fit with the school's requirements and may not gel with the background/culture of the children in this school - such as Enid Blyton and midnight feasts - best avoided)

PS: This photograph was taken at Chowpatty beach on October 2, 2010. The mother of these children did not mind the photograph being taken and put on my blog.

And time stands still: People watching at Chowpatty Beach - 3

2010-10-08T20:05:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

Times have changed. We no longer have Binanca toothpaste, the one which came with a tiny plastic animal (I had an entire zoo), instead we have a vast variety of toothpaste in various colours and flavours (Wonder why there isn't a chocolate flavoured toothpaste yet, or is there?). Or for that matter, do kids still play with glass marbles? I think they are just glued to their X boxes or TV remote.

Thus, on visiting Chowpatty beach, after a few years spent in Bangalore, I was pleasantly surprised to see that some things don't change. Such as the Saign-Ganderi wala (or Boiled peanuts cum Sugarcane cube seller). There is was patiently weighing out the goodies for his customers.

I need to go back again to Chowpatty beach soon for some more people watching.

Wish you all a great weekend.

This photograph was taken by me on Ocotober 2, 2010 at Chowpatty beach.

Best,
Lubna

We are a tiny speck in the Universe: People watching at the Chowpatty Beach - 2

2010-10-06T12:21:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

We are a tiny speck in the Universe, we are just a tiny speck in time... If we realised this perhaps the world would be a more amicable place?

This photograph was taken at Chowpatty beach on Ocotber 2.

Best,
Lubna

Me and my newspaper: People watching at Chowpatty Beach - Part 1

2010-10-05T20:21:00.003+05:30

Dear Reader,

A few things don't change, thankfully so. I love the smell of my newspaper as I open it every morning. I spotted this man blissfully basking in the shadows of this large pot (I rather not tell non Mumbaikars, what this beautiful pot actually is). He was reading his newspaper even as others went about with their work and play on Chowpatty beach.

I guess this is a not-so-typical capture at the beach.

Hope you've had a nice weekend, you can see that I did.

This photograph was taken by me on October 2, 2010. Fortunately, I finished the roll and got it processed within a few days. More photographs to follow, stay tuned.

Best,
Lubna

Mandatory corporate social responsibility: Good or bad?

2010-09-12T21:00:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,
Corporate Social Responsibility is a subject dear to me. In fact, since ages, I have been dreaming of taking a plunge in this sector.

Thus, I am following with interest the news that a standing committee which was reviewing the Companies Bill, has agreed to the proposal to make CSR mandatory for certain companies.

An extract of the news item from The Economic Times is below:

NEW DELHI: The government is likely to make it mandatory for big companies to earmark at least 2 per cent of their net profit for corporate social responsibility (CSR) activities in the new Companies Bill.

"The Ministry of Corporate Affairs has agreed that the Bill may now include provisions to... ensure that every year at least 2 per cent of its (companies') average net profits during the three immediately preceding financial years shall be spent on CSR activities," an official statement said.

The new provisions will apply to companies having a net worth of Rs 500 crore or more, or a turnover of Rs 1,000 crore or more, or a net profit of Rs 5 crore or more, during a year. Directors will have to make suitable disclosures in this regard in their report to members, it added.

"... The committee feels that separate disclosures required to be made by companies in their Annual Report by way of CSR statement indicating the company policy as well as the specific steps taken there under will be a sufficient check on non-compliance," it said.

The ministry's statement comes after the Parliamentary Standing Committee on Finance presented its report on the new Companies Bill in the Lok Sabha.

It further said that in case a company does not have adequate profits or is not in a position to spend the prescribed amount on CSR activities, the directors would be required to give suitable reasons in their report to members.

The Companies Bill, 2009, was re-introduced in Parliament in August last year, after which it was sent to the Standing Committee for vetting. The revised Bill is expected to be presented in Parliament for passage in the Winter Session.

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In my column in The Economic Times, I had pointed out the need for uniform guidelines for CSR.

For instance, a CSR index could be created which would facilitate standardized reporting.

Further, perhaps donations in kind could also be included in the CSR target - say a computer manufacturer providing computers to government schools.

Lastly, shareholders could also contribute to the CSR initiative in a big way and must be encouraged to do so. The government must permit dividends to be deposited in the CSR account of the dividend paying company at the request of the shareholder (Currently dividends can be sent by cheque or credited electronically to the bank account of the shareholder). This small facilitating step would go a long way in boosting collections.

Have a nice Sunday and a great week ahead.

Photograph: This photograph was taken in Bangalore at the Lalbagh Botanical Gardens. Hibiscus signifies gentleness. CSR activities if done rightly, will help spread gentleness and kindness and goodness and we do need tons of this.

Best regards,
Lubna

I know it is quiet in here

2010-08-29T08:45:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
I got a few emails inquiring about me. Well, it seems our family is taking turnings falling ill, or worse still all of us are now ill at the same time. Quite depressing, as no one is able to cheer anyone else up.
I could not even meet up some friends who were visiting Mumbai, perhaps next time.
The sky is grey and now that Mumbai has had its quota of rainfall, I do hope for some sunny days and some sunny dispositions.
I just finished reading: Leaving Microsoft to Change the World by John Wood and am now reading Stones into Schools by Greg Mortenson. Amazing books by amazing people. I shall review them some day soon.
Best
Lubna

Happy Independence Day, India

2010-08-14T21:36:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

There are just a few hours left for the clock to strike midnight. But, let me wish everyone in advance: Happy Independence Day (August 15). May we all bloom in the diverse garden that is India.

What I am most thankful for in Free India is a Free Press. Yes, lots has been made of 'paid news'. But largely, the press is still free, which is vital for ensuring that the wheels of democracy run along the right tracks.

Happy Independence Day, once again and have a nice Sunday.

Best,
Lubna

PS: Today's (Aug 15) Times of India carries results of a survey. India sees the security forces as the institution that safeguards our freedom the most.
The media was seen as the next biggest safeguard of freedom, followed by the judiciary and civil society activists.

Photograph of The Gateway of India, shot by me a month ago. The last British troops to leave India, after independence passed through the Gateway. To those living in Mumbai/Bombay, The Gateway of India has now become an icon of freedom.

Snuggled in bed with books

2010-08-07T17:02:00.006+05:30

Dear Readers,
I had forgotten the intensity and duration of the Mumbai monsoons. I must admit I am getting a bit tired of it. Malaria, which we thought was eradicated has taken over the city, swine flu is back and also the usual monsoon related ailments.
I had several urgent errands today, I completed just one or two. I don't feel like stepping out in this damp weather and am generally feeling under the weather.
But, I do have something to look forward to. Oxford Book Store near Churchgate has a monsoon sale and I picked up six books authored by Gerald Durrel (two of which were free) late last evening. So I am going to snuggle down in bed with these books.
I just so love Gerald Durrel's books and hope someday I would get to see his zoo. I first read his book: "My family and other other animals" when I was in school and he continues to remain one of my favourite authors till date.
While Durrell expired in 1995, the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust continues to carry on the good work of saving species from extinction.
Sometimes we kill species not by actually killing them with a weapon, but by destroying their environment. Sparrows are all but gone in Bangalore (you can spot a few at the airport), I can see a few pairs of sparrows in Mumbai, but that is it. When I was a kid, Bandra, at least was teeming with sparrows.

Source of the Photograph: Telegraph UK

One of my favourite places in Mumbai

2010-07-31T10:29:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
In Mumbai, sometimes the din and noise takes over. One of my favourite places for peace and quiet is the Haji Ali shrine, off Worli. But here again, to snatch moments of peace it is essential to visit early morning, else crowds throng this place.
Have a nice weekend.
This photograph was taken on July 18, 2010.
Best regards,
Lubna

What a waste of a Monday! Bandhs should be banned!!!

2010-07-05T16:00:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

There is a nationwide strike in India today, called by the opposition parties to protest against the hike in fuel prices and rising inflation.

Our office is shut as are many others. It is such a waste of a productive day. We will make up for it by working this Saturday, but I wonder whether Saturday will be as productive.Why can't the opposition think of another method to protest? Such as wearing black-bands while attending the Parliament? Why hold the entire country to ransom?

Given the economic turmoil, I think India is doing pretty well. An article in today's Economic Times states that food inflation has declined to 12.92%. The government of course could not continue to subsidize petrol prices.

The opposition should ideally come up with solutions, circulate white papers to the ruling party, which the party should take into cognizance. Calling for a nationwide halt is not the answer, it creates more problems than it can solve. THIS STRIKE ITSELF HAS CAUSED INDIA 30 BILLION RUPEES ACCORDING TO CII. CAN WE AFFORD THIS? NO!

Imagine not being able to rush a loved one to the hospital, or not being able to cremate someone - all because of the strike! Or not being able to feed your family because you are a daily laborer and could not make anything today?

Alas the parties who went on strike, who damaged public property will thump their chests and proclaim their bravery. Can politics get any more shallow than this? THINK ABOUT IT.

Lubna

PS: Since I've recently had my photographs developed, here is one of Mumbai's skyline, taken off the HajiAli coast. Tiny fishing boats share the same space as rising skyscrapers. Yes, Mumbai embraces all and rightfully so.

Humid and wet - Mumbai

2010-07-03T12:24:00.002+05:30

The clouds are dripping. Yes, dripping in the right word to use. Heavy raindrops seem to descend slowly. It is not a downpour, it is not a light drizzle. The clouds are hanging heavily over the sky line of Mumbai.

I shot this photograph off The Gateway of India. But, well, we do need the rain. Our catchment areas need to fill up to ensure that the water shortage is a thing of the past. I wonder when it will be possible to make sea water potable?

Have a nice weekend.

Sometimes...

2010-06-20T18:56:00.003+05:30

Sometimes...

SOMETIMES
It is difficult to find the silver lining, around the dark clouds
I know it must be there somewhere
But it seems hidden
So, I too shall hide
For sometime
Till I can emerge, smiling again
Bye for now and hope to meet you again soon

What is this life?

2010-06-18T22:10:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
In Mumbai, everyone seems to be running against the clock. It brought to my mind the first two lines of a poem by William Henry Davies: What is this life, if full of care? We have no time to stop and stare...
Indeed, I wonder how many commuters have ever stopped to gaze at the beauty of the Victoria Terminus (VT) now renamed as Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST)? One day, I hope to capture its beauty on my camera, meanwhile a few quick shots taken while on the move from my Blackberry camera.
It has rained heavily in Mumbai and it is quite cool and pleasant now.
Have a nice weekend. I intend catching up on my sleep this weekend.
Best,
Lubna

And more photographs

2010-06-17T21:23:00.001+05:30

And some more...

Sunset after the rains

2010-06-17T21:18:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
While driving past Marine Drive, I clicked these (I love my Blackberry camera), even if having a Blackberry means, getting up in the morning, brushing my teeth and checking my mails.
Enjoy the scene. Some were taken while the car was stationery at the traffic signal, others while speeding past.
Best regards,
Lubna

The monsoon lashed Mumbai

2010-06-14T11:46:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,
I am travelling in the car, going for a meeting in the suburbs and thought I could use my time to upload these pictures and share with you the first monsoon onslaught for 2010 which we are currently experiencing.

What best to portray the monsoon magic, than a BEST bus, splashing its way across the road, or the yellow tyres that are propped up along side JJ flyover (to act as a buffer, I presume) getting a wash. The sea along Marine Drive is all choppy and the strip of land, which is clearly visible from Marine Drive is being battered by waves. A family including a little kid are braving the rain and the fury of the sea, the waves are splashing right across the pavement.

All taken from a blackberry camera, hence a bit fuzzy - the rain didn't help either. But well, it captures the monsoon season. So enjoy.

PS: Have added the raindrops clinging to a window grill - a pretty picture.

Best,
Lubna

A handful of stones

2010-06-11T20:16:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers

Fiona, published my "small stone", on her blogzine aptly called A Handful of Stones (Look up June 11). I had penned this a long time ago, but there is a long waiting list. I guess the open sky which I blogged about in my last post, does mean a lot to me.

She delightfully captures the concept of a small stone: A small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.

Fresh sterile sheets
Antiseptics, IV fluids, PAIN
An open window
Birds soaring high
Hope of freedom

Have a nice weekend.

Best regards,
Lubna

Source of the photograph

A piece of sky

2010-06-09T20:39:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

I hate offices which don't have a window (one of our previous offices had no windows). Working there I felt claustrophobic and unhappy and used to often visit a friend in another office on the same floor to catch a glimpse of the sky.

Glimpsing a piece of sky always cheers me up. At my present office not only do I get to see the sky, but I also get to see the sea. Well a few cabins offer a full view of Marine Drive. My seat overlooks the Maharashtra legislative assembly and beyond the skyscrapers I get to see the Arabia Sea and the ships.

Today, using the camera attached to my blackberry I took two photographs of the view from my desk and here they are (In this photograph: the ships aren't exactly visible, unless you look hard).

Unfortunately, very soon we shall be moving away from Nariman Point to a central location, which has no sea view. At long as I still get to see the sky, I shall not complain.

Have a nice week ahead.
Lubna

This gift caught my attention

2010-05-23T16:35:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

This gift is cute, it smells divine - ylang-ylang, coconutoil, neem and tulsi are its main ingredients. This Holy Lama Yogi Soap was thoughtfully gifted to me by 'A' who had been to Kerala on a short trip. I am loathe to use it and see it disappear down the drain (so to speak).

But what caught my attention was that Holy Lama (Vaishali industries), Kerala is an all women enterprise, it generates employment for disadvantaged women. I haven't seen the conditions the women work in, but I am hoping they work in good comfortable hygienic conditions. If so, more power to them!

Have a nice Sunday.
Best,
Lubna

Please will you vote for my poem?

2010-05-22T08:46:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

I jotted this poem several weeks ago, while I was at home recovering. Seven poems seem to have been shortlisted, mine is one of them.

Please will you hop across here

or paste the url below in your browser

http://www.booksinsync.com/freeauthorcontests/poetrycontest.html

and vote for my poem - 6, only if you think it is good enough. Would appreciate your time.

Image courtesy

There is no fancy prize, but it would be nice to win as I love writing. The voting is on, only for the next few days, upto May 27. I promise it will not take more than a few minutes.

PS: Well, the results are out and I didn't win. But it was loads of fun participating. Thank you all, for your encouragement and for your votes.

Thanks,
Lubna

The Personal Fudge Factor?

2010-05-21T20:13:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

Can you honestly say that you have never cheated? One may perhaps like to think that one is squeaky clean and above board, but this could be because of the Fudge Factor.
Forbes, First Anniversary, India Edition is a delight to read. Some of the people whom I look up to such as Mohd Yunus, founder of Grameen Bank, Arun Maira, who decided to join the Planning Commission, Subroto Bagchi, Vice Chairperson and Gardener at Mindtree Limited and one of my favourite people, Soli Sorabjee, to name a few, have all contributed to this edition.
I've read a few articles and am yet to read others. So far, it is an article by Dan Ariely, Prof Behavioural Economics, Duke University that made me sit up and think.
I have often wondered why good people cheat. Perhaps they don't realise it, or perhaps they have rationalised their action. Perhaps even I may have cheated and rationalised my action, so that today, I have to scratch my head and think hard, when I question myself: Have I cheated.
Dan Ariely explains: A lot of people cheat just a little bit. They cheat only to the extent they can continue to feel good about themselves and rationalise their action. You can call it the Personal Fudge.
Well Personal Fudges committed by a lot of good people, little at a time, all the time, really damages our society.
Perhaps we need to step forward carefully and weigh in each and every action of ours. Believe me you, a Personal Fudge may be palatable to us, but it would cause harm to our society and even to us personally, even if this isn't obvious immediately.
Dan's article has give the phrase: Look before you leap, a new meaning to me.

(I am a loyal reader of this magazine and the fact that I have many good friends there has not coloured my opinion, Forbes India is really amazing).

Have a nice weekend.
Best regards,
Lubna

My three favorite "pet" people

2010-05-10T21:29:00.007+05:30

It is always so nice to come across a pet owner who would do anything for their pet.

I'd like you to meet Frankie

I was lucky enough to be gifted Frankie's delightful activity book as I passed by on Blog-Jog Day. I am sure, Barbara and Frankie have a lot to teach us, the most important being: Never give up!They are both so lucky to have each other. Barbara's book Frankie, the Walk n' Roll Dog is today a well known book which has got some amazing reviews.

I also want to talk about Annie, an artist in New Mexico, USA. Annie is an artist and a kind soul. She has taken in so many animals. Spike is on fluids right now and both Spike and Annie are being very brave about it and are taking it in their stride. Annie is so grateful to have Spike's company. You can meet them all here. By the way, Annie also has a cute little ETSY store, stop by and pick up something if you can.

Back in Mumbai, there is animal lover, Rajashree Khalap, who like Annie has dogs and cats as pets. Her blog with stories on how Indian street dogs were adopted and given a home, always makes me feel good. It is truly a treasure of Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's soul. You can read these stories sent in by animal lovers here.

Destiny

2010-04-26T19:43:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

For long, I have tried to argue that your success in life solely depends on your hard work, with of course, prayers thrown in. One of my bosses is a firm believer in destiny as are some other friends. I have fought with them, many a time on this issue.

However, lately, I do feel that some things are destined. You cannot do what you want to do. You have to tread on other paths. At this point in life, it is better, to smile and walk on the new path. Who knows, you may like it. Guess, I have begun to believe a wee bit in destiny now.

One of my favourite books, down the years, has been "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll.

Do you remember the dialog between the Cheshire Cat and Alice?

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to
Alice: I don't much care where.
Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: …so long as I get somewhere.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

Is the Cheshire Cat trying to say that the destination which Alice wanted to reach was predetermined? It was in her destiny and she would reach it, no matter what?

Someset Maugham, another favourite author of mine, talks of pretty much the same thing in his book: Of human bondage.

Meanwhile the photograph of this beautiful path was taken in Lalbaugh Gardens, Bangalore during spring (maybe February). I miss Lalbaugh Gardens and haven't managed to photograph my favourite spots in Mumbai, as yet. I will some day, hopefully soon.

Warm regards,
Lubna

My new dog - Spots

2010-04-05T12:37:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I do miss my dog, a lot. It has been ages since Poochie expired, but Poochie is remembered till this day and a void remains that cannot be filled. I am unable to keep a dog now, as I know I cannot take care of the doggy. Doggies require a lot of care.

So, here is Spots. Made by an NGO which conducted a sale at my employer organisation, Spots does make my room more cheerful. Isn't Spots cute?

8-)

Lubna

Friends

2010-03-28T11:25:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I remember a few lines that I had penned when I was a student on 'Clouds'. I remember the last line - A fair weather friend, now that is a cloud. I don't remember the other lines, nor the opening line. Oh well, I can always pen some new lines.

The floating cloud

Buffeted by the winds you sail
Changing course and changing shapes
Never steady as a rock
A fair weather friend, now that is a cloud

Well, I have realised that I am lucky to have several rock solid friends, who are very much there for me. Am so thankful for this.

Best,
Lubna

The Fern

2010-03-19T23:08:00.002+05:30

I grew up in Bandra, Bombay (now Mumbai) which was then green and had fields hidden here and there and fruit trees on almost every street. During the monsoons, guppies did swim in the pools of water that collected here and there. Empty plots became spawning grounds for the frogs. Cars actually stopped to let frogs cross the road and maidenhair ferns sprouted everywhere, especially on the back side of the wall of my house.

'The Fern' by Ruskin Bond was my favourite poem and today, I just had to dig it up and I found it on google pages. I have never felt the need for this poem as much as today.

The Fern (Contained in Ruskin Bond's book: Growing up with trees)

The slender maidenhair fern grows firm on a rock
While all around her, the water swirls and clatters
And then disappears in a rush
Down to the bottom of the hill
When I'm surrounded by troubled waters, Lord
Let me finding within, a rock to cling to
And give me the quiet patience of the maidenhair
Who has learned to live with the rock

(No copyright infringement intended)

Source of the photograph

I will be away

2010-02-13T18:58:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

I will be away from blogging for sometime, but will return as soon as I can.

Meanwhile, enjoy Stevie Wonder. Why have I chosen Stevie Wonder for this post? Well, his is a true story of courage and when I am ready to scream: WHY ME? Guess I should look around a bit harder and count my multiple blessings.

Nothing like flowers to brighten up even the gloomiest mood. (Photographed by me while still in Bangalore, at one of the Flower shows)

Best regards,
Lubna

Just some links

2010-01-31T15:55:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Citizen Matters carried two more of my photographs. Since they do not like the submissions to be carried online even on personal blogs, I am providing just the links which will take you direct to Citizen Matters: Teamwork together and An Oasis of Peace.

Today is a very dull Sunday for me, have a bad cold and am under the weather. I think I shall just amuse myself with the Sunday papers.

Have a great week ahead.
Best,
Lubna

Happy Republic Day, India

2010-01-26T14:57:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Our Constitution came into force today, in the year 1950. It is an excellent piece of draftsman ship, I love each and every word in it. Yet, sad to say, it is not practiced as it ought to be. Here is the preamble to the Constitution.

PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION:

WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC
And to secure to all its citizens: JUSTICE, social, economic and political;
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;
EQUALITY of status and of opportunity;
And to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation;
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HEREBY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION.

And yet, each time, politicians make us fight against one another, each time we treat India not as one but as tiny little bits susceptible to being torn apart by political greed I shudder. We should all be aware that there can be unity in diversity.

What we need to do is raise our voice against such stupidity. It is you and I who can make a difference. Yes, you can even make a difference by creating a social awareness of the problem, write to your local newspaper, blog about it, volunteer with organisations that are doing good. Just don't sit back and watch the television and complain that the country is going to the dogs. Act, and act wisely.

Jai Hind.

Source of Photograph: Wikimedia

Run and spread the light

2010-01-13T21:56:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,
Mumbai is running on January 17 and yes, you can even run for a cause. Unfortunately, I just relocated to Mumbai and haven't trained at all. Am not even fit enough for an easy 'dream run'. There is always next year. A friend's mother who is more than 70 years old is participating. Yes, there are runs for all categories including for senior citizens.
Run and spread the light. I guess, this photograph which I took says it much better than words.
Good luck.
Best,
Lubna

Here and there...

2010-01-10T10:21:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

What do you see from outside your bedroom window when you wake up in the morning? Please do share links to your photographs.

Well, in Bangalore, I saw Rain Trees and this old, well maintained bungalow next door. Most of the bungalows have given way to residential buildings. I was lucky that the owners decided to maintain this one, near Richards Park.

In Mumbai, I see the BEST bus depot. Buses arrive late at night and leave early morning. By 7am the bus depot is empty. Except on Sundays. This photograph was taken on a Sunday morning around 10.30 am. While, it may not be as beautiful as the view from my bedroom in Bangalore, I am glad to have this open space, which the bus depot provides. Imagine, else I would be overlooking yet another residential tower.

Ironically, while the background music in my bed room in Bangalore, was the traffic on the road, fortunately, my bedroom in Mumbai, is quiet and peaceful. Oh, and I am currently fascinated by a pair of pigeons and their courtship rituals - as long as they don't nest in my bedroom, I am fine.

Wishing you a happy Sunday.

Best,
Lubna

First free weekend in Mumbai

2010-01-09T18:42:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

Yes, there are lots of chores pending, like letters to various publications and banks for change of address. But, today I decided to set aside everything and walk on familiar roads. Yesterday was also my first day back at work after a three and a half month sabbatical.

So today, on an impulse I called 'M' an old friend and she agreed to meet me for a late lunch at my favourite restaurant, which still exists - Cafe Churchill, opposite Cusrow Bagh at Colaba Causeway. It was nice to see Mr. Churchill on the wall, grumpy as usual. Inflation has hit, but the servings at this restaurant were still fair and made available for a decent price. I had my favourite dish of fish and chips (the serving of chips was far less, than it used to be, say two years ago) and iced peach tea, while 'M' stuck to a salad, with almost everything in it, which she found difficult to finish eating. It was a welcome back home to Mumbai treat for me and 'M' insisted on footing the bill. 'M' is looking as goregous as ever. She is amazing, always cheerful.

Then yes, there were chores to run, some things are just not traceable in the course of transit, so handkerchiefs had to be purchased, as also an assortment of batteries (funny how many batteries are needed around the house), camera rolls (so that I can photograph and share Bombay) etc. Fortunately, except for a gift for a new born neighbour everything was available along Colaba Causeway. I even dropped into my favourite store (this time, it isn't a book store), Curio Cottage to pick up a quaint 'elephant' silver brooch - a welcome back to Mumbai treat for myself. It will also look nicer than a safety pin, which I tend to sometimes adorn.

I have my freedom back, I know the roads, I can hop in and out of cabs, trains... Yes, it is nice to be back home. And I can't tell you how thrilled I am to see the sea again, even if Mumbai/Bombay is cramped, the vast expanse of the sea makes up for it.

PS: The above photograph of the sea, seems to have been taken aeons ago, and I don't remember the exact location. While unpacking, I came across it, in one of my albums. It certainly doesn't look like Mumbai, but then again, off Carter-Road Danda you did see these sea gulls, so... Or it could be Andamans. Anyway, while I search my travel notes, and unravel the mystery, enjoy the view.

Best,
Lubna

Aman Ki Asha, Destination Peace

2010-01-01T14:46:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

I woke up today to a new dawn, the dawn of 2010, my first new year, back home in Mumbai, after close to nine years. I could not believe my eyes. The front page of The Times of India, screamed: Love Pakistan.

No doubt, the Pakistan-based group, Jang Group was likewise proclaiming: Love India and countless Pakistanis would be rubbing their eyes in disbelief, just as I was.

Like countless other Indians, I have been taught that Pakistan is the dreaded enemy, across the border. While generations before me, have seen a few wars with Pakistan, the Kargil war, hit this fact home - yes Pakistan is an enemy. I guess sentiments across the border would be the same - India is an enemy.

However, we do need peace. Both India and Pakistan realise that being at war would be detrimental to the welfare of their citizens. Terror has spiralled in Pakistan, and it is these same terror groups that also attack India or talk of attacking India. This only creates further ill-will.

So on turning to page 2 and reading what Times of India's editorial editor, Jaideep Bose had to say, made a lot of sense. I quote: "Ignorance breeds distrust. What we do not know, we tend not to trust. Decades of Indo-Pak hostility have reduced normal interaction to less than a bare minimum. Apart from those with relatives on the other side, or those who need to travel on business, there is little traffic between the two countries. The big benefit of the two largest media houses coming together is that it will help open new windows into each other’s world."

"Are we being foolishly romantic, are we tilting at windmills? Perhaps. Will our efforts bear fruit? We can only hope they will. All that we can do is plant as many saplings as possible and pray that they grow deep roots in the ground and strong shoots in the air."

Click here for reading the entire article.

Let us hope that the two media houses in India and Pakistan can help break down the walls of ignorance. Let us see what these media houses have lined up. If there is anything I can do to foster peace, I will contribute my mite.

Day 3 in Mumbai

2009-12-30T17:55:00.007+05:30

Dear Readers,

For those who asked how we are settling down, here is an update.

The house looks cleaner, the pigeons have begun to behave themselves, after a stern lecture ;-). As proof of this squeaky cleanliness, I have a swollen knee - it hurts!

It is fine if stray feathers and twigs sometimes fly in, utterly pardonable, as long as they don't use our window sills for nesting or worse still as their own private loo. There is a nest just outside my bathroom window and we will let them stay till the wee little babies fly away. Yes, till then, have to tolerate the twigs, the feathers and I learnt bettles and ticks (Eeew). But, we can't bear to destroy this nest.

We have met our new neighbours, rather one family whose flat is opposite ours. Very helpful people.

We have found a part-time maid and a driver who will begin their duties from Jan 1. Well, the car arrives only on Jan 4 from Bangalore, so guess the driver will have no work on his first day. In Mumbai, I find trains and taxis to be the best way to travel, but guess my parents do need a car and a driver.

We got a gas connection today, after the mechanic comes tomorrow to check the cooking range, we can hopefully cook something in the two pans we brought with us (No luggage until Saturday, Jan 2). Till then we are enjoying the food from Noorani restaurant at Haji Ali - for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They home deliver.

Today was a busy day, we applied for an MTNL landline and internet connection as well. The cable guy came. Guess what, after two days of no newspapers (enough to drive a newspaper addicted family up the wall), we seem to have tied up with two agencies and now get two copies each of Times of India and The Economic Times - need to sort this out. A grocer who delivers at home is also found, but alas, he is a Jain grocer and will not keep poultry products, including eggs. It is funny, so many people argue that eggs are vegetarian and eat them, others don't. Well our new grocer is a pure vegetarian.

Mumbai is hot, hot, hot and this is winter. My friends are actually wearing sweaters and donning blankets at night. Guess, I am still used to the cool temperatures of Banglaore and will take time to adjust. This is good, because we have no blankets with us, as yet. Else we would have shivered and woken by frozen stiff.

The kitchen shelves are filled with bottles of water and orange juice and this pile keeps shrinking. Did I tell you it was hot? It sure is.

Guess, I am ready to usher in new year's eve, with a badly swollen knee, lots of delicious kebabs from Noorani, and orange juice. Oh, and I also developed an allergic cold and low fever owing to the dust (woke up with fever today morning - Dec 31). But soon, the resettling woes will be behind me.

Photograph: Update as of Dec 31, 2009. There is a slight nip in the air today on New Year's eve and one of the 'notorious' pigeons has tucked his head and fluffed his feathers to keep the cold at bay. This is his favourite seating place, our window grill. The building seen is the photograph is the one which faces one of the windows of our drawing room.

Another photograph of a very alert pigeon, taken on Jan 6. This pigeon is trying to build a nest in my room. We need to repair the pigeon-keep-away-mesh real soon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR READERS. MAY THIS YEAR BE PEACEFUL AND JOYOUS.

Best,
Lubna

New Year Resolutions

2009-12-30T17:30:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

Do you keep new year resolutions? And I mean, keep them, not just make them.

While I make daily and weekly 'to-do' lists. I have never drawn up a list of new year resolutions. But there is always a first time. I intend to revisit this page each time I find myself slipping.

MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTION LIST: 2010

1)Be calm and cool, even when crisis hits. Take a gulp of water, breathe deeply and smile.

2) Learn to look at the silver lining around each dark cloud.

3)Be grateful, more frequently, for what I have.

4) Volunteer and not just donate.

5) Be more patient. Count till ten (or hundred if required), before I speak or email, when impatience or irritance strikes!

6)Bravely plunge into a new work experience and do my best.

7) Write more and photograph more.

8)Meet friends and relatives more often.

Happy New Year.

(This photograph was taken at Lalbaugh Gardens, Bangalore. Now, that I am in Mumbai, I am sure to miss this favourite haunt of mine)

Best wishes,
Lubna

First Day back home in Mumbai

2009-12-27T19:37:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

I never feel the impact of having moved, till I reach the other destination. Then it hits me that I have left a particular city and all friends behind. These days, with email, social media, mobile phones et all, one can still stay easily in touch.

I kept getting sentimental calls and text messages from colleagues till I boarded the flight. I also got some good words of advise and wishes from my mentors in Bangalore. Yes, this did make me feel that I was leaving, but not quite.

When I moved from Mumbai (Bombay) to Bangalore in late 2000, I felt homesick once I reached the new home. Fortunately, this time around, I know that I will remain in touch with the few but valuable Bangalore friends and hey almost all of them visit Mumbai. Why, one of them in visiting Mumbai in January itself, just a month from now. So I am not yet homesick for Bangalore, or perhaps Bangalore was just a temporary home and not a real home? I don't know the answer.

I have often seen passengers trundling with bags and bags and more bags and a carton or two. Well, today we resembled these passengers. With nine cargo baggage pieces, we had to seek help. Now, why doesn't Jet airways provide its personnel at the car park itself - where passengers alight to get inside the terminal? Kingfisher airlines does so.

So leaving me to take care of the baggage, Mum and Dad went off to the Jet office to seek help and help came, pronto. Yet is is a long walk for old people. If you have been to the Bangalore airport you will know what I mean.

Minor irritants like this, apart, the flight was on time. It was a Jet Konnect flight and the vegetarian meal which we had to buy, comprising of vegetarian sandwich, Real Orange Juice and eggless cake was palatable. There was no problem while landing, we were not in queue and in fact arrived in Mumbai ten minutes earlier.

It was smooth sailing once we landed. Dad's friend had arranged for a pick up. Another friend later sent us a car and chauffeur so that we could stock on essentials (read brooms and floor cleaners - the house is nice but quite in a mess). Cleaning starts tomorrow. I have to roll up my sleeves and scrub away. Another friend is sending us hot piping dinner. So yes, I have to admit it is good to be back in hometown.

For the first time ever, I visited Big Bazar. Have never ever done so in Bangalore. Our super market was either Thoms Bakery and Supermarket (Delicious cakes, will miss them) or Nilgiris (I shall so miss those delicious Tea Crackers. Bangalore friends - this is a huge hint).

Big Bazar was crowded, music was blaring loud at the mall where it is housed. But, I was quite impressed with one innovation, if one may call it that.

Shoppers are always reluctant to part with their over-sized purses. To deter shoplifting and to assuage the shoppers, Big Bazar provides a huge plastic bag. In it, go your purses and they snap this bag shut with a plastic seal, which is opened only at the cash counter. I quite liked this idea. Of course, you have to carry your mobile with you in your hand, which is a wee bit of a hindrance.

We still haven't met our neighbours. Quite typical of Mumbai to stay aloof. If this had been Bangalore, at least three-four families would have visited us by now.

The agenda for tomorrow:

1) Clean the house
2) Find a maid and a driver
3) Ring up the sellers as they have left some of their belongings behind

The agenda for day after tomorrow:

1) Get our property documents from the registrars office
2) Make copies, apply for a gas connection (transfer form taken), for a landline phone, for a broadband internet (right now I am using an internet card, which is very slow - but something is better than nothing).

Hmmmm, there is a lot of running aorund on Tuesday, Monday (tomorrow) is a holiday here.

Now, since when did internet become a necessity? I don't know, but I for one cannot live without the internet.

Keep tuned to my blog for my Mumbai developments. I will blog off and on.

PS: Photograph - this is how our house looked just before moving. This is the basket of flowers, plonked on packing material (there was no other place to keep it), given to us by Kumar our driver who was so sad to see us go. Fortunately, he will begin another new nice job tomorrow, which a friend of ours helped find.

Best,
Lubna

It is one of my favourite things...

2009-12-20T02:16:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

Did you have a favourite object, when you were a toddler? A doll, a teddy-bear, a book or even a security blanket? Well, I have had this study table, since third grade (standard III) and I used it till date.

While memories of my childhood are not as crystal clear to me, unlike that of one of my favourite author's Subroto Bagchi, who has penned down his entire path in life in his book Go Kiss the World, I do have vivid memories connected to this table.

For one, I know, my Mum saved to buy it and had it custom built, perhaps this has added to its sentimental value. It arrived all clean and shining on a Sunday morning, smelling of wood and polish. Its Formica top shone and I can still recall how the sun beams were reflected from its surface.

I thought there was one imperfection. There was one drawer missing (see there are only three drawers on the right hand side), but that I was told was for keeping my white tennis (canvas) shoes and brown leather shoes and shoe polish and white paste. Polishing my shoes and whitening the canvas shoes was a weekend ritual.

Yes, school mandated two different type of shoes, in addition to various kinds of uniforms for different days. As the years went by, this space was used to store rocks and sea-shells (the latter, largely collected off Carter Road, Bandra). Then, it gave way to paints and brushes. It became a 'hobby-cubby-hole'.

The table, when it arrived, was placed in front of the window, and strangely so, I have always kept this table in front of a window, even as we have moved a couple of houses since then, and once, even moved from Bombay (Mumbai) to Bangalore and are now going back to Mumbai.

If only if it could speak, I am sure this table could tell a million tales [perhaps it is just as well that it cannot talk ;-)]. It has seen me grow (and I do hope the table thinks that I have grown up to be a nice human being). The subjects I studied, at this table, expanded and changed from simple grammar and mathematics to complex accounts and tax. It is on this table that I struggled with Hindi, History and Economics - subjects which give me nightmares till date. It is on this table that penned my 'soulful' poems as a teenager (some of which got published) and it is this table, on which my lap top was placed and I banged away my monthly columns for The Economic Times.

It is this table on which my tears fell, tears of sorrow and of laughter. If you look closely, you will see that it bears traces of history. Free stickers based on its famous advertisements were once given away by Amul Butter. One of which occupies pride of place on the surface of a drawer, as do the wildlife stickers, which one got with Forhans' toothpaste (One doesn't really hear of Forhan's toothpaste, these days). Subsequently, as I began to travel, a sticker from Australia of an Olympic mascot was added on. Yes, a corner of the table required some quick-fix patching, so the table proudly wears its sign of constant use - a band-aid of packing tape.

We are now ready to move back to Mumbai, thus it is time for this table to find another loving home. It is going to a family of three deserving sisters, two of which are appearing for their board exams this coming April. The third sister is in primary school. I do hope this table proves as lucky for them, as it did for me.

Thank you table, for being a constant stable companion in my life. I shall always remember you, just as I am sure Linus (Peanuts fame) remembers his blanket.

Best,
Lubna

Bye Bye Bangalore (Bengaluru)

2009-12-06T18:14:00.002+05:30

Dear Bangalore,

It has been close to nine years and it is time to say bye and head back to the concrete jungle - Bombay (Mumbai), which is home. When we first landed here, it was a wintry day and it was freezing, we even saw hail stones, yes hail stones in a city and were much impressed.

I felt landlocked, used as I was to see wide expanses of the open sea. I also missed the readily available public transport system of Mumbai and the freedom that brought. But then, you Bangalore began to cast your magic web. Lalbagh Gardens soon became my favourite haunt.

The Indian Roller, would enchant us by sitting on the trees right outside our balconies; butterflies covered the soap-nut tree, in our apartment compound, which was then in bloom; a mischievous monkey or two would venture into our flat.

Post 9pm, it was quiet and still, hardly a vehicle was spotted on the road. In fact, our road was dotted with bungalows and friendly dogs roamed the streets, and a horse or two as well.

Things changed over time, the traffic increased, the population swelled - no doubt people, like us, came to Bangalore, from all over India. The IT boom changed the stratosphere of Bangalore.

Snowy the street dog expired. A white horse which was a regular on our streets was knocked down by a car and while CUPA volunteers took him away, I guess he had to be put to sleep. The Indian Roller disappeared, to be replaced by crows and a couple of cuckoos. The sparrows fled Bangalore and not just my neighborhood. These days even the noisy Myans cannot be heard. The mango trees, in our neighbor hood, have gone as have the several bungalows around us, with it have disappeared the pesky monkeys - oh, we miss them.

As of now, the Rain Trees outside my apartment still remain, thankfully so. The Richards Town Resident Association protested against the tarring of the pavement and the trees will continue to stand, I hope, for many more decades.

The tailor birds still builds their nest in the wild jamun tree in our apartment compound (as we Mumbaikars refer to an empty plot of land). The soap nut tree was in bloom again after four years, and yes, the butterflies came back. A sign of hope that all is not lost and perhaps when I visit Bangalore, it will still be a green city.

As regards the people of Bangalore or Bengaluru as it is now known, I hope they continue to remain united. A few ugly incidents, in the form of communal violence and violence against women did take place, I hope that remains buried in history and history does not repeat itself.

It is now time to tie up loose ends to pack up things and to move. Bye-bye Bangalore, I shall always retain memories of you.

Photographs: Views from my balcony taken with my blackberry camera.

I'm crossing the bridge

2009-12-01T00:10:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

I will be away during the entire month of December, I am in the process of relocating to another city and will resurface in cyberspace sometime in January.

Thus, advance Seasons' Greetings and wish each one of you a joyful and peaceful 2010.

Thank you for all your encouragement, I loved your comments and I hope to see you next year.

The Calvin & Hobbes website

Best,
Lubna

Rememberance Day, 26/11

2009-11-25T20:04:00.005+05:30

A year has past since the terrorist attacks. Mumbai is healing, life goes on. It will be just another day at work, with perhaps a moment or two of silence or some time set aside to light a candle or to participate in a peace march or meet. But, for the families of the victims that are left behind, it will take much longer for the scars to heal. Words just fail me and I cannot write anything more.

All I can pray for is peace, peace in Mumbai, in India, in this world.

Wiki has a detailed post.

Photo courtesy

It is raining butterflies

2009-11-05T09:49:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,
She was sunning herself on the balcony attached to my parent's bedroom. I caught her on my blackberry's camera (now I love my blackberry). Sometimes, when you see such beautiful things early in the morning, you know that the rest of your day will be as perfect as it can be.
Have a nice day.
Best,
Lubna

At the Bangalore airport

2009-11-02T14:45:00.002+05:30

Dear Readers,

Mum has not fully recovered after her major and long illness. So, it was not surprising to note that the trip from Mumbai to Bangalore exhausted her completely. When we got off the flight, she was walking very slowly and I was helping her. Out of the blue a Bangalore airport employee (rather Jet airways ground employee) appeared on the scene and helped us with our luggage. He wheeled the trolley right up to where Kumar, our driver was waiting.

When Mum wanted to give him a tip, he refused, saying it was his job. This was a huge pleasant surprise for us. Wish I had asked him his name, or noted his name. But, I am so glad that there are still people like him who serve with a smile.

Here is a thank you to this person.

This photograph was taken at the Lalbaug flower show some years ago.
Best,
Lubna

We had a beautiful visitor

2009-10-14T17:38:00.005+05:30

She came...
She sat with us in our drawing room...
She was curious about us...
She cheered us with her graceful beautiful presence. Then when we opened the doors leading to the balcony, she gracefully flew away to flit among the flowers where she rightfully belonged.
Sometimes, pictures say it better than a thousand words.

A single grain of rice

2009-10-13T14:43:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

Can you spare some five minutes a day? All you have to do is log on this website, Free Rice and play.

According to the United Nations, a child dies every 6 seconds from hunger related causes. You can spare some five minutes a day and contribute 1,000 grains of rice or less or more. There are various subjects you can click on from Simple Multiplication to English Grammer. Or why not refresh your French?

The website Free Rice, explains: Though 10 grains of rice may seem like a small amount, it is important to remember that while you are playing, so are thousands of other people at the same time. It is everyone together that makes the difference. Thanks to you, FreeRice has generated enough rice to feed millions of people since it started in October 2007.

No, it is not a fraud, because while you play, non intrusive banners of ads are seen. The entire project is sponsored by these corporate advertisers.

So while you are having lunch glued to your chair and have internet access, or are sipping coffee/tea, or just want a break - do contribute. Every grain of rice helps.

Brian a friend on LinkedIn has put this up on two groups and its members are playing and doing some good, so can you.

Source of the photograph: Wikipedia

Best regards,
Lubna

Standing alone

2009-10-11T12:32:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

I do not know who said this: "Stand up for what is right, even if you are standing alone" it seems to be an anonymous quote, but I love it.

I also happen to like this prose on "Attitude"

ATTITUDE
By: Charles Swindoll
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.

And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.

Have a nice Sunday. This photograph was also taken at Lalbagh Botanical Gardens, Bangalore. This little flower was growing on one of the paths leading to the lake.

Wishing you all a HAPPY DIWALI. Do spare a thought for the flood victims in our country and donate whatever you can. One of the means is by sending a cheque to the Times of India Foundation for Andhra Pradesh and to the Times of India Foundation for Karnataka.

Best,
Lubna

Reflections

2009-09-30T16:16:00.004+05:30

Feedback, especially negative feedback can sometimes be difficult to stomach. Well, you do need to take a step back and think rationally. Is there an element of truth in it? Better still, why wait for the 360 degree feedback process. Take a few minutes each day, to reflect on your actions that day. What were you proud of? What did you do to make the day better for someone else? What is it, that pained you and caused pain to others? Reflecting will tell you a lot of truth about yourself. These few minutes will be a valuable investment, forever.

This photograph was taken at Lalbagh Botanical Gardens, Bangalore, India.

Three cups of tea: Promoting Peace, one school at a time

2009-09-26T10:06:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

I am currently reading, Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin.

Many of you may have already read this book. I have deliberately not blogged about it, in my book review blog, because this post is much more than a book review. It is an appeal to do whatever little you can towards making a better tomorrow.

For those who haven't read this book, it is an inspiring story of Greg Mortenson, mountaineer, he may not have conquered the K2 summit, but he has sure conquered a lot of hearts. Till date he has built more than 50 schools in the emote regions of Afghanistan and Pakistan.

The first donation, was by way of pennies. Yes, you heard it right, pennies. An extract from the book: ... Mortenson got a letter from his mother. She explained that her students had spontaneously launched a "Pennies for Pakistan" drive. Filling two forty-gallon trash cans, they collected 62,345 pennies. When he deposited the cheque his mother sent for USD 623.45, Mortenson felt like his luck was finally changing. "Children had taken the first step towards buidling the school," Mortenson says. "And they did it with something that's basically worthless in our society - pennies. But overseas, pennies can move mountains."

Things began to fall in place, slowly but steadily, with Dr Jean Hoerni, pioneer in the field of semi-conductors chipping in with enormous funds and enthusiasm. Dr Hoerni left behind a legacy - schools that will help promote peace in this world. If you educate a girl, you do educate a community!

The going was not easy, for Mortenson, including a fatwa for bringing education to girl students, fortunately, higher scholars after vetting his intent, supported him and his initiatives. Rightly so, the book - Three Cups of Tea has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, 2009. Yes, every little penny also counts.

You can visit, the official website of Three Cups of Tea for reading much more about this initiative including articles (media coverage) and also to know how you can help. Whether by way of starting a Pennies for Peace campaign or making a donation to the Central Asia Institue, founded by Dr Hoerni to continue the good work.

Greg Mortenson's interview is here.

There is lots which you can do in your own community. Marianne, a blogger friend of mine, has worked in Afghanistan. She continues with her good work by creating awareness. Click here to learn what she recently did. Or look at what Robin has suggested. Incidentally Robin reached out when she heard of my story book collection drive and has promised to send across a few story books for the children of the Humane Touch Trust School.

Yes, making children aware of other cultures can go a long way in creating a better tomorrow.

Pixie houses?

2009-09-25T20:52:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,
Sometimes Lalbagh Garden does throw up suprises. You come across something which you had never seen before. I do not know what these two tiny structures are used for today or what they were used for once upon a time. However, it sure seemed to take me back to the days when my favourite author was Enid Blyton. I almost expect to see a little Pixie walk in, or pehaps a tiny Elf. What do you think?
Happy Dussera and happy belated Ramazan Eid.
PS: Another photograph of mine got uploaded by Citizen Matters, click here:
Best,
Lubna

Protect your green space

2009-09-25T13:16:00.003+05:30

Way back in 1760 King Hyder Ali commissioned the Lalbagh garden, his son Tipu Sultan completed his dream. Lal Bagh is a 240 acre botanical garden in Bangalore with over 1,000 species of flora. Trees were ordered from all over the world and planted here, such as the Cajuput Tree from Australia. And what are we doing today? Cutting down trees to make way for the metro rail.
Trees in the compound of Banglore University are also under threat.

In fact, trees everywhere seem to be facing a threat. Road authorities sometimes decide to pour concrete on tiled pavements. The end results, the trees standing on these pavements for decades, die a slow death. I am proud of what the Richards Town Association did, they decided to protect the rain trees in their vicinity. The pavements will continue to be tiled and will not have ugly concrete and tar poured on them, hopefully the rain trees, gulmohor trees and other trees in this area, will continue to flourish. I will continue to enjoy the beauty of my green graceful friends.

Joy of Giving and other inspiring stories

2009-09-09T17:10:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

The Global Indian Diaspora, was once a popular weekly page in The Economic Times. It spoke about people who had gone overseas and had become successful. Many others wanted to follow suit. There was many a debate on the effect which "brain-drain" would have on our society. Today, of course we are witnessing reverse brain drain, where people are coming back to India, from the United States, Europe and other countries.

It could be because of these countries are badly hit by the economic slowdown and the returning Indians have been given the pink-slip. It could also be, because they want to come back and participate in changing India for the better. Joining them are people already resident in India, who are also stepping outside their plush offices.

Perhaps we have realized the ills of greed and are now looking towards social good. Whatever be the reason, social entrepreneurship is going strong, as never before. Mint carried an interesting article on this.
Lately, I have been browsing a lot and am amazed with the sheer number of people who want to give up their cushy jobs and get their hands dirty – all for improving India and nothing else. Oh, yes and for The Joy of Giving.

Incidentally, The Joy of Giving Week is sweeping across India (27 September to October 3) coordinated by an NPO – Give-India.

Each of us, in a small way can usher in change. I am sure you are already doing your bit, but if you aren’t, do put on your thinking cap and bring a small change for the better, today.

Both the Joy of Giving and Change Makers site will truly inspire you and even provide a few ideas.

I began with a story book collection drive, actually long before I learnt of the Joy of Giving week. All is takes is some initiative.

PS: Friends who are moving back home from USA and Canada can always count on ReloMary for their needs - be it finding a realtor overseas to dispose off your house or someone to help with transport of goods back home. She is a good friend and you can count on her. Click here to hear how Mary can help you.

Best,
Lubna

Photograph: This smiley was emailed to me, source unknown.

A tale of statutes

2009-09-08T16:21:00.004+05:30

Karnataka and Tamil Nadu, two neighbouring States in Southern India, which were at logger heads over the issue of sharing of the resources of the Cauvery River, recently smoked a peace pipe, so to say, by installing statues.

An extract from the Times of India reads: Leaving behind an 18-year-long controversy, leaders of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu came together on Sunday to unveil a statue of ancient Tamil poet Thiruvalluvar in Bangalore (Karnataka) in an event that marked a new beginning for relations between the two States. Likewise the statue of the Kannada poet Sarvagna was unveiled in Chennai (Tamil Nadu)

However, all is not hunky-dory in the city of Bombay (now Mumbai). A PIL is proposed to be filed against the construction of the statue of Shivaji Maharaja, a former ruler of this State. The reason, the huge cost of Rs 350 crore which some feel could be better spent. I do tend to agree that development projects, would be a more fitting honour to the Maharaja.

The signature collection campaign is on. If so inclined log on here.

The same is reproduced below:

PIL Against the Statue in the Ocean
To the Chief Justice,
Hon. High Court of Mumbai,

First, we'd like to say that we mean no disrespect to the memory of Shri Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaja, who was a truly great and able King. Having said that, we feel that the proposed statue/memorial to be built in the image of this great and able King, estimated to cost Rs.350 crores, is an unnecessary expense for the exchequer of the Government of Maharashtra.

As we all know, there has been a vastly insufficient monsoon, and on date, if we're not mistaken, 27 districts in Maharashtra have been, or will soon be declared drought-hit. Starving Maharashtrian farmers,committing suicide has already been a matter of grave concern for the Government of the state. Surely, these funds could be better utilised saving some of these lives and livelihoods.

We also have, within Mumbai itself, a vast number of infrastructural difficulties, that need huge investments to be sorted out. The rapidly declining availability of potable water and usable power is a huge problem, for example.

The roads in our financial capital are a national disgrace. We could fix some of them. We could certainly do with more schools/colleges, providing education
to the underprivileged at no cost. These could all be named in memory
of Chhatrapati Shivaji.

Another possible avenue for the use of surplus funds would be to strengthen and better equip our Police Force and Coast Guard. In light of the terrorist attacks on Mumbai last year, it is crucial to strengthen these arms of Government, as our security and our lives depend on them.

We have all studied the history of this great state. We are all Mumbaikars and Maharashtrians, and the state would possibly not exist in it's current form without the far-reaching and visionary administrative abilities of Chhatrapati Shivaji. Since the proposed statue/memorial is in the name of a ruler famous for this
administrative ability, we owe it to his memory to ask if he himself would approve of such wasteful expenditure in a drought year, especially when the city's defenses are not at full strength?

We'd also like to point out that in light of a track record of consistent cost over-runs and delays leading to price escalations in major construction projects undertaken by the Government, it is unlikely that the amount to be spent towards such a project will actually be limited to just Rs.350 Crores.

We, as concerned citizens of India and Maharashtra, and as Bombayites, Mumbaikars, Bambaiwallahs, pray that such a monument be disallowed,and the funds used for the benefit of the public, by taxing whom these funds have been generated.
We also pray that, if after addressing citizens-welfare/development/infrastructure issues, Maharashtra actually has such surplus funding, it be handed to a committee of
eminent citizens who have by past action proved their concern for and commitment to the greater good of the citizens of Mumbai.

These members may be selected at the discretion of the Hon. Court or by a popular poll, as the Hon. Court sees fit.

Thanking you,
Yours Sincerely,
Vishal M. Dadlani, and the undersigned.

Photograph of Marine Drive: Wikitravel

Randy Pausch, thank you

2009-09-06T21:05:00.005+05:30

Dear Readers,

July 25, 2009, was Late Prof Randy Pausch's first death anniversary. I steer away from highly personal posts, so will not say much, except that we did have a happy ending, even as we underwent something similar beginning from July last year. We owe a lot to prayers, for what I perceive as a clear miracle.

As I look back, one year hence, from the very bottom of my heart I cannot thank Randy Pausch enough. His book provided me with more than a shot of courage, last year, when I needed it most.

If you haven't read The Last Lecture, please pick it up.

I leave you with his interviews (a series of 5) with Diane Sawyer on You Tube.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

Photograph courtesy

Story Book Collection Drive

2009-08-30T19:56:00.012+05:30

Dear Readers,

Some of my best childhood memories revolve around story books. My birthday present from my parents when I was in std 1 were the two volumes of World's Best Fairy Tales (A Readers Digest collection). I loved books, I still do. I loved it better when my parents read to me. My Grannies regaled me with folklore. Thus, I always like to give books as gifts, to family, friends and others.

A friend of mine who is an active social worker, runs a school courtesy Humane Touch Trust, in a slum area of Bangalore.

You may have heard of Humane Touch Trust because of media visibility of various projects in the sphere of medical aid. However, over the years, it school has grown and there are plans to make it a full fledged school, currently classes only up to the seventh grade are functional.

I have visited this school and am impressed with its staff. They teach with a smile. But what is lacking, or what this school needs more of is story books.

These kids, have not seen anything beyond their immediate neighbourhood. Their parents are illiterate, yet are sending them to school. All the children were neat, clean, and eager to learn. See photograph of one little student during school assembly (Photograph courtesy: Humane Touch Trust).

Dude friends (group) on LinkedIn, decided to participate in a Story Book Collection Drive. I have put up a wish list at Amazon, click here.

Please join in if you'd like to participate.

For those who wish to donate books and not via Amazon (such as those readers from India), let me know and I will send you the mailing address of Humane Touch Trust. Even used books in good condition are welcome.

We are looking at:
1) Age group 4 to 8
2) Easy to read books, with at least a hard back cover
3) Books such as picture dictionaries, books on trains/cars/animals
4) Well illustrated, short stories

Photograph courtesy

An update as of September 6: The book project is on in full swing. So far, 30 books have been ordered via Amazon's wish list. Few more are on their way as Dudes and other friends have committed. Yes, the steep shipping charges hurt. The only way out, as an example: seems to be to order one book instead of two (so as to factor in the shipping charges). Every little drop does count.

An update as of September 13: Eight more books on their way to India. Plus, I spent the last few days, writing to children's authors. The lovely Brigitte Benchimol responded. Her latest book: "Jadyn and the magic bubble -I met Gandhi" will so appeal to the kids here. In this story book, which comes with a CD, Poster and Activities, a magic bubble drops Jadyn back in time, offering him the chance to meet Gandhi face to face. Her previous book - Jadyn and the magic bubble: discovering India is already available here in India. The kids sure look forward to Brigitte's donation of this book, without her generosity they would not get to read it.

An update as of September 17: We touched 70 books, we got two very generous contributions. Hurrah.

An update as of September 26: Well, no more contributions have come in, even as some friends stand committed. Perhaps they will order/send books later. However, we got our first set of gifts and also the package sent by Brigitte.

Thank you,
Lubna

Paint it Pink, please do click and pass on the message

2009-08-29T04:32:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

This is not a hoax since I've already clicked. I am quite active on LinkedIn, in particular on one group Dude and Mary has become a close friend.

This message comes from Jackie, who is Mary's connection. Jackie is one brave cancer survivor. If you click on the link in this post, you will be sent an email, with another link to verify that you are a real person. Each time you click, Avon’s Foundation for Women will donate $2 to breast cancer organizations across Canada.

When you click you are asked to enter a valid email. You must validate your vote when you receive an email that will be sent to the address provided. You can vote as often as you would like for your favourite photo however, you will be limited to one vote per email address per day. THIS IS ON RIGHT THROUGH SEPTEMEBER.

Here is the link. Please click on the same, enter a valid email id, receive an email message, validate it and the donation will be made.

The link above, will take you to Jackie's photograph. As she says: "The picture was taken in 2006 when I was in the middle of chemo. Please look past my bald head and really see the life in my eyes. I had already made the transition from survivor to thriver. I want to help Willow raise money to help many more women make the survivor to thriver leap."

I am glad Avon is sponsoring this. A right blend of Corporate Social Responsibility tied in with business synergy.

Will you please do this and pass on the message via your blog or via emails to friends.

Thank you,
Lubna

Close up of flowers

2009-08-21T15:34:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,
I have spent some time scanning my old photographs. Here are a few for you to enjoy.
All taken at flower shows at Lalbagh over the years.
Even a flower has a centre, it is essential for us to find our core - who we really are and what we want to be.
See, I told you, am still philosophical.
Best,
Lubna

Reaching for the target

2009-08-21T15:28:00.003+05:30

Dear Readers,

Sometimes our work lives condition us so completely. When I looked at this beautiful hibiscus, yes I did notice how pretty it was, but it also seemed to be that this flower was trying to reach its target. The branch above, seemed to be the bar, which it had to meet.
Oh well, when targets are reached, are we satisfied or do we raise the bar higher?

When it comes to basic human values, the bar must be set at the highest level possible. I just happen to be in a philosophical mood these days.

Have a nice weekend.

This photograph was taken by me at a flower show at Lalbagh a few years ago.

Best,
Lubna

MindMapping

2009-08-16T17:12:00.004+05:30

Dear Readers,

When I need to think, I doodle strategically, rather the term for it is MindMapping. I was delighted to discover this post on - Abundance Blog at Marelisa Online, together with links for free MindMapping software.

I've never used MindMapping, as such, for studies or for remembering what I have read - be it our new tax code or anything else. True, key words are used and remembered, but there is no drawing involved. Maybe I should try it out.

However, I've always used MindMapping to think through issues.

The questions I ask are (This is just an illustration):
1) What: What is the issue
2) With whom do I need to discuss this?
3) When do I need to discuss this?
4) Where do I need to discuss this?
5) Why do I need to discuss this? To arrive at a solution or to agree to disagree
6) How should I proceed?
7) What are the various alternate solutions that I have in mind

Believe me you, MindMapping helps me. I downloaded FreeMind and initially found it a bit constricting to not use pen and paper, but later got the hang of it. It is kind of neater, and hey you save precious paper.

So, if you are interested in MindMapping go to this link, provided in the previous paragraph. I was very impressed with this helpful blog post.

Photograph courtesy

Best regards,
Lubna

Two roses and the cacti

2009-08-13T17:15:00.004+05:30

It was nice to see the prize winning flowers and oh yes, my favourite the cacti. Tell me, which is your favourite?

Bangalore flower show: Amidst the bleak times a profusion of colour

2009-08-13T16:57:00.007+05:30

Dear Readers,
Is it just me? Or is anyone else feeling that there is nothing but grim news all around. Illness, economic slowdown, swine flu, et all. It is really getting to me. To take my mind off worrying, I did go down to Lalbaugh garden for the annual Pre-independence day (August 15) flower show, especially since one appointment got cancelled. I was a tad weak to walk up to the lake, which is my favourite spot, but nonetheless sauntered around the glass house and came back, dead tired.
I rarely use Flicker, because I still use a film camera (I know I must have mentioned this before, but I do not want to go digital as I at least want some mystery in my hobby). However, I did have a few photographs scanned and uploaded them on Flicker. Worth the effort, I guess.
Here is the flicker stream.
Since it was a weekday and an afternoon, the glass house which was a riot of colours with all the prize winning plants/flowers and of course the display of teddy bears, dino's, et all was not that crowded. The mermaid took centre stage. Frankly speaking my favourite plant there was the award winning cacti or perhaps I am just feeling prickly these days and could not appreciate the other displays much.
The efforts of all involved in this flower show, however, need to be appreciated. It is a tough job and it is carried out so well.
Well, if you don't have the patience for the photography stream to load, here are some of the photographs.
Julie, founder of the Human Flower Project has also covered this on her website.
Enjoy.
Best,
Lubna