Vathsala Jayaraman (M-170)
A great poem. very introspective.
On reading the poem'chaahte' I am reminded of the poem'pushp' ki abhilasha by Maakhanlal chaturvedi- which I enjoyed in my school days.When even a flower has so much of 'abhilasha' we, human beings must have still more valuable and superior ambitions life.
पुष्प की अभिलाषा
चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ
चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ
चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ
चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ
मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक ।।
जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक ।।
– माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी
Chah Nahin Mai SurBala Ke Gehnon Mein Guntha Jaaon.
Chah Nahin Premi Mala Mein Bindh, Pyari Ko Lalchaon.
Chah Nahin Samraton Ke Shav Par, He Hari Dala Jaaon.
Chah Nahin Devon Ke Sar Par Chadhon, Bhagya Par Itraoon.
Mujhey Tod Lena Banmali, Us Path Par Tum Dena Phaink,
Matra Bhoomi Per Sheesh Chadhaney, Jis Path Jaayen Veer Anek.
I don't want to be a part of the necklace of the beautiful girl,
I don't want to woo the lady love,
I don't want to be spread over dead bodies,
I don't want to act snob, after someone offers me to the Gods
Just pluck me Gardner and throw me on the road,
which is taken by the brave soldiers to give away their lives for the Motherland !
Chah Nahin Premi Mala Mein Bindh, Pyari Ko Lalchaon.
Chah Nahin Samraton Ke Shav Par, He Hari Dala Jaaon.
Chah Nahin Devon Ke Sar Par Chadhon, Bhagya Par Itraoon.
Mujhey Tod Lena Banmali, Us Path Par Tum Dena Phaink,
Matra Bhoomi Per Sheesh Chadhaney, Jis Path Jaayen Veer Anek.
I don't want to be a part of the necklace of the beautiful girl,
I don't want to woo the lady love,
I don't want to be spread over dead bodies,
I don't want to act snob, after someone offers me to the Gods
Just pluck me Gardner and throw me on the road,
which is taken by the brave soldiers to give away their lives for the Motherland !
Vathsala jayaraman-M 170
18/05/15
KABIR'S COUPLETS !!!!!!
Kabir was a great saint. He wrote life's basic things in such a simple language that everyone understands. But a big question as to how many understand and apply in real day to day life to make living a pleasure and not a pain…..
22/04/15
Wonderful thoughts about prayer.
Your mail reminds me of a poem 'Tukra do ya pyar karo( insult or love me), a poem in Hindi, which I enjoyed in my school days-which I remember till this date.The poetess is Subadra Kumari Chowhan
देव! तुम्हारे कई उपासक कई ढंग से आते हैं
सेवा में बहुमूल्य भेंट वे कई रंग की लाते हैं
सेवा में बहुमूल्य भेंट वे कई रंग की लाते हैं
धूमधाम से साज-बाज से वे मंदिर में आते हैं
मुक्तामणि बहुमुल्य वस्तुऐं लाकर तुम्हें चढ़ाते हैं
My Lord, many devotees come to you in different colours, adorn you with costly jewels.
मैं ही हूँ गरीबिनी ऐसी जो कुछ साथ नहीं लायी
फिर भी साहस कर मंदिर में पूजा करने चली आयी
फिर भी साहस कर मंदिर में पूजा करने चली आयी
धूप-दीप-नैवेद्य नहीं है झांकी का श्रृंगार नहीं
हाय! गले में पहनाने को फूलों का भी हार नहीं
I am a poor woman,I have not brought anything, but was bold enough to enter the temple.No dhoop or Dheep or food offering;neither do I have a good look;
कैसे करूँ कीर्तन, मेरे स्वर में है माधुर्य नहीं
मन का भाव प्रकट करने को वाणी में चातुर्य नहीं
मन का भाव प्रकट करने को वाणी में चातुर्य नहीं
नहीं दान है, नहीं दक्षिणा खाली हाथ चली आयी
पूजा की विधि नहीं जानती, फिर भी नाथ चली आयी
How can I sing? I am not endowed with a melodious voice.I am not skilful to express my devotion.Neither do I know the process of worship.
पूजा और पुजापा प्रभुवर इसी पुजारिन को समझो
दान-दक्षिणा और निछावर इसी भिखारिन को समझो
दान-दक्षिणा और निछावर इसी भिखारिन को समझो
मैं उनमत्त प्रेम की प्यासी हृदय दिखाने आयी हूँ
जो कुछ है, वह यही पास है, इसे चढ़ाने आयी हूँ
जो कुछ है, वह यही पास है, इसे चढ़ाने आयी हूँ
चरणों पर अर्पित है, इसको चाहो तो स्वीकार करो
यह तो वस्तु तुम्हारी ही है ठुकरा दो या प्यार करो
यह तो वस्तु तुम्हारी ही है ठुकरा दो या प्यार करो
Treat me as worship and worshipper.Consider this beggar as dakshina and tribute.
I have come to surrender my lovely heart, which is the only possession I do have.This heart is yours and yours only. If you want accept, or simply throw it away.( Even that insult will be accepted by me as your grace)
Vathsala Jayaraman-M 170
06/04/15
Forwarded as received
Read, this is interesting!!! The last part is SPOT on !!
Thats MUMBAI...
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slow.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it's hot but not too more'.
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say "M busy"
Dude, life in Mumbai'' is not so easy
There is lot of Masti
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slow.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it's hot but not too more'.
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say "M busy"
Dude, life in Mumbai'' is not so easy
There is lot of Masti
With little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city
Welcome to the city
From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-bettles
From singing doorbells and telephone rings
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings
Where there's little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!
Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From popcorn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you're always close to my heart
Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 4 PM is for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say "it's fine"
From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai's Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don't hesitate to pay early darshan fee.
Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone together celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colorful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be unforgetful
Billionaire to beggars, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dreamworld is huge and pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you're wonderful city.
Because she is like mother to millions.
After all a mother is called.....
MUM in English,
BA in Gujarati
AI in Marathi.
Thats MUMBAI...
Read, this is interesting!!!
The last part is SPOT on !!
Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor.
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slow.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it's hot but not too more'.
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say "M busy"
Dude, life in Mumbai'' is not so easy
There is lot of Masti
Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slow.
Little bit sweet, and little bit sour,
Sometimes it's hot but not too more'.
Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric.
Noons are lazy but nights are crazy
And any one you ask he always say "M busy"
Dude, life in Mumbai'' is not so easy
There is lot of Masti
With little bit of Maska
Welcome to the city
Welcome to the city
From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns,
From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-bettles
From singing doorbells and telephone rings
There are people connecting through Blackberry pings
Where there's little time to spare for kids
People here spend their lives on bids
Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter
But milkman mixing water is not a cheater!
Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat
Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art
From popcorn to ice-cream, all sold on cart
Mumbai o Mumbai, you're always close to my heart
Where local trains usually run on time
And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime
Here 4 PM is for lunch and 12 AM to dine
People face hardships, but still say "it's fine"
From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town
And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai's Crown
Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea
But people don't hesitate to pay early darshan fee.
Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali
Everyone together celebrate Id and Diwali
Holi is colorful and Christmas is cheerful
Spend some time here and your life will be unforgetful
Billionaire to beggars, all found in this city
Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty.
Overall this dreamworld is huge and pretty
Mumbai o Mumbai you're wonderful city.
Because she is like mother to millions.
After all a mother is called.....
MUM in English,
BAA in Gujarati
AAI in Marathi.
Thats MUMBAI...
Vathsala Jayaraman-M 170
31/03/14
I'm Fine - How are you?
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,and my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old.
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.
I'M FINE!! HOW ARE YOU?
08/05/13
31/03/12
This is the poem that has captivated and influenced many world leaders.
Invictus, meaning "unconquerable" or "undefeated" in Latin, is a poem by William Ernest Henley. The poem was written while Henley was in the hospital being treated for tuberculosis of the bone, also known as Pott's disease. He had had the disease since he was very young, and his foot had been amputated shortly before he wrote the poem. This poem is about courage in the face of death, and holding on to one's own dignity despite the indignities life places before us.
An analysis of the poem: Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the first stanza the poem's speaker prays in the dark to "whatever gods may be" a prayer of thanks for his "unconquerable soul." Several things are apparent from the outset: First, the speaker is in some sort of metaphorical darkness, perhaps the darkness of despair. Second, he does not pray for strength, but gives thanks for the strength that he already has. Third, he seems rather flippant about who he is or is not praying to; it is almost a prayer to himself at this point, but not quite. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. The seeming agnosticism of the first stanza continues in the second. He does not talk about God's will or even fate; instead he speaks of "the fell clutch of circumstance" and "the bludeonings of chance," and asserts that he has overcome these bravely and without complaint. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. The third stanza is about death and what a trifle it seems to the speaker of the poem. This "place of wrath and tears", this life, it seems, is not full enough of pain and horror to frighten the poem's speaker. And death, "the Horror of the shade," could not possibly worry him, being an end to "wrath and tears". Notice here that he is not concerned in any way about an afterlife. Death is merely an end to suffering for our speaker. Nothing of any concern seems to lie beyond for him until.... How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. "Enter ye in at the strait gate; for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it." The poet William Ernest Henley would likely have been familiar with one or both of these sources. So we can read the stanza as an acceptance of whatever judgment or doom death may bring. He accepts no master but himself. He bows to no authority. He is his own god, guide and judge. He is the Captain. (Henley was a lifelong atheist, and, with his missing leg and braggadocio, he was also the inspiration for the character of Long John Silver in Robert Louis Stephenson's Treasure Island, a Captain indeed.)
"Invictus" was influential to Nelson Mandela, who helped bring about South African apartheid. Henley drew inspiration for the poem from his life experiences
The poem "Invictus", written by William Ernest Henley, has significant parallels to the author’s own life struggles. "Invictus" is a classic piece of literature and was an inspiration to Nelson Mandela, a man who helped bring equality to South Africa. Winston Churchill and Martin Luther King Jr. were also known to quote this poem. In 2009 Clint Eastwood directed a film, Invictus, based on Nelson Mandela’s first year in office, with the poem’s themes woven throughout the fabric of the story (Invictus (2009) - Synopsis).
Parallels Between "Invictus" and Henley's Life:
"Invictus" was written by Henley when he was in the hospital with tuberculosis. While in his twenties he contracted a tubercular infection that led to his leg being amputated below the knee. Later he developed the same infection in his other leg and was told it would have to be removed as well. Henley refused to have it amputated and sought the help of a doctor who had developed antiseptic medicine. Twenty months later Henley had finally recovered and was able to leave the hospital. It was during this dark time in his life when he wrote "Invictus" (Invictus: A Study Guide). When you read the poem you can see how passionate he felt: “I thank whatever gods may be / For my unconquerable soul” (Henley). Instead of succumbing to despair, Henley was able to be thankful that, though his body was beaten, his soul wasn’t.
Vathsala Jayaraman
27/03/12
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