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I have made it to the final shortlist of the Blogjunta Best of the Indian Blogosphere Award (yippee!) in two categories – Best Personal Blog and Best Travel Blog – but it would make me happier if I could actually win! So, I need your help. Please click the images below to vote for me. I’d be eternally grateful to all of y’all who do so. Pretty please!
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This Marriage – Rumi

This Marriage

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

– Rumi (Kulliyat-i-Shams 2667)

Friday Frame #10: Meditative lemur

That isn't a doctored image...it really is a lemur sitting in a meditative pose! Click on the image to view Sebastiendeg's photostream.

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No One Killed Jessica: of power & money

No-One-Killed-JessicaNOKJ is a re-enactment of the much publicized Jessica Lal murder case. Tracking the case from the time of the murder to the case getting kicked up to the higher court, the movie examines two key themes — the power of the media and the helplessness of the common man, who has no political or other influential connections.

The story is one that most of us already know — of how Jessica was shot because she refused to serve a drink to a politician’s son, of how her sister, Sabrina Lal fought for justice for her sister, of justice being denied, and then of the massive public support (shown as the “Justice for Jessica” campaign in the movie) that forced the judiciary to re-open the case, finally resulting in the main accused, Manu Sharma, being sentenced to life imprisonment.

What the movie does is to portray the common man’s helplessness — since the prime accused was a politician’s son, his father’s political clout was enough to ensure that the 300 people present at the party on the night of the murder either didn’t see anything or left before the incident took place. Threats and bribes ensured that all of the prime witnesses turned hostile. A helpless Sabrina (Vidya Balan), who believed that Jessica’s friends would stand up for her was left stunned when one by one, almost all of her friend’s turned hostile. She thought that at least one of the guards who was present at the time of the shooting would speak up to ensure that justice was served, but again, the promise of money was enough to ensure that the guards turned a blind eye.

The movie also portrays the strength of the media — when a TV reporter (Rani Mukherji, based loosely on Barkha Dutt) laid bare all the evidence on TV, the entire nation rallied together to demand justice for Jessica, which ensured that the case was re-heard in high court. Manu Sharma was convicted for life, and in 2010, the Supreme Court upheld that decision.

AARUSHI TALWAR

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The Arushi Talwar case, though, is more intriguing. The CBI believes that Arushi and the Talwar’s full-time help Hemraj were killed by Arushi’s father Rajesh Talwar, but they have been unable to establish a motive or to gather enough evidence to charge him, and at the end of December 2010, they filed to close the case. Doesn’t it make you wonder if that is the whole truth, or if money and power are playing a role behind the scene?

Love – Pablo Neruda

Love – Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of
you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.

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Friday Frame #9: Merry Christmas!

merry-christmas

Wish all my readers a Merry Christmas! Hope you all are having a beautiful time on this joyous occasion!

Digital collage created by Modern Gypsy.

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If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

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Friday Frame #8: Tulip macro

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