Saturday, March 29, 2008

Asatoma Sadgamaya; Tamasoma Jyothirgamaya




Saturday, September 22, 2007

Her name is Riya and she's finally here

She knows she's special
she knows she's sweet,
How much I wish
to see her tiny feet!

It's been a long wait
nine months have gone by,
Now that she's finally here
it's time to say Hi!

The first dilli-kitten
to be officially crowned,
she's truly a darling
of the dillibillies around.

Her eyes are closed
and her fists clenched,
Pretty sure she plans to
get somebody drenched.

Not a worry or care
nor a thing to do
she is the little kiddo
of Meeta and Himanshu.

She brings joy
and she brings pride,
She is going to have
so many horsebacks to ride.

Congratulations to the proud parents
and the dillibillies too,
such special moments
are so real and few.

She knows she's special
she knows she's sweet,
How much I wish
to see her tiny feet!

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Street Sense


A week after Street Sense made sensation at The Derby, on one of the crispest , Cleveland Saturday mornings, of the spring of 2007, we on behalf of ASHA Cleveland tried to make some sense out of the street, anchored in at the Shakers square farmers market, under our beige 10X10 gazebo, with ASHA banner in the back drop. ..and the response was exceptional!


Ripe saffron tomatoes, off white potatoes, green cilantro and red onions all thinly diced into irregularly regular cubes; Dark brown, dates and tamarind chutney and the glowing green mint chutney and lightly spiced and roasted puffed rice( mamra) along with lot of enthusiasm and good amount of work slicing, dicing and planning, all went into the making of the very palatable and widely popular "Bhel Puri" served for $4 a bowl and "pineapple souffle" made of cream and crushed pineapple. For $3, We offered magic in mehndi, tattoos, which pulled enthusiastic crowd.

All the proceeds goes towards a cause bigger and nobler than me, you and us combined, Education! If YOU would like to make a difference, by volunteering, you could find more details at http://www.ashanet.org/cleveland. "

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Sunday, April 29, 2007

Asha For Education

Having one fourth the population of the World is not a curse; in fact i believe it is an asset and best of the resources any country could dream of; but having 400 million illiterates and many millions who are literates but are clueless and unware of their basic civic and constitutional rights, is definitely is a curse.

If any of it makes sense to you, standup for education. Join a ASHA Chapter near you; Donate, Volunteer, Let your voice be heard and make a difference! http://www.ashanet.org/

Get Up Standup; Standup for the Right!

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Get Up, Stand Up, Stand Up for your Right..

..
We're sick and tired of your ism and schism game
Die and go to heaven in Jesus' name, Lord
We know when we understand
Almighty God is a living man
You can fool some people sometimes
But you can't fool all the people all the time
So now we see the light
We gonna stand up for our right
.. ( Bob Marley )


In unwavering, whole hearted support of Parivartan and RTI ( Right To Information)

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Baby Elephant having a BALL!


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Let freedom never perish in your hands..

On a day in which heat waves hit Cleveland , raising the temperature up to 18 below freezing, from 36 below freezing; my car glided and slided, in and towards the general direction of Hillcrest Hospital, with me inside shivering and making the most un-human-like-cold-induced noises and with a reflective unintelligent(!?) smile to Lily Allen's smile.
The first thought that came to my mind was "O My Gawd i am a CHICKEN" and the second thought that came to mind was that of Chickens who are not free to roam and their lack of freedom and the eggs they lay which roam around freely in groups of six, twelve or twenty four, neatly stacked in paper or Styrofoam cases, to come near a supermarket store near you. I pitied the lack of freedom of the chickens and admired the freedom of eggs and on that note pressed the buzzer to pull me out of the scanner and on my way out i gave a finger to the discrete Fourier transforms waiting in the wings of the scanner to have yours truly for its breakfast scan. Yes, I buzzed myself out of the MRI scanner faster than i was moved into it by the radiologist. It was only a minute back i had smirked, in my mind, when she said "if you feel uncomfortable press this buzzer and let me know". But then i had no clue i will be pressing the buzzer this quick. It simply was unbearable, suffocating, felt as if i was trapped like inside a casket, it felt like vinnie in a bottle and vinnie wanted to get out of the bottle and vinnie pressed the buzzer. It was rather awkward once i was out. I took a deep breath and summoned up some courage, but did not say " I am ready". Miss Radiologist suggested she could cover my eyes with a towel and try it again, if it helps. I nodded in disagreement, but i guess she took it as a nod in agreement and i was on my way in to the scanner for the second time only this time with a cloth over my eyes. Not wanting to look any "un"cooler, praying to all the 33 million Hindu Gods and a generic prayer to all the other non-Hindu Gods and holding on to the buzzer tightly and with my eyes shut even tighter i began the gradual inward journey into the scanner, slowly, in my green Hillcrest gown.
A few minutes later when i realized i wasn't breathing i slowly and deliberately started to breathe and slowly and slightly when senses came back to me, i thanked miss radiologist for the towel over my eyes for it really did help.
Every second inside the scanner, felt like an eternity. Time seemed to move at snail's pace; Not the regular pace, but that of one in slow motion. To keep track of the time remaining, i started counting but lost count at some number after 42. To stave off panic attacks and keep my wondering wandering mind, engaged; i tried to think about several positive pleasant things in life but eventually the unpleasant thoughts took over. I thought about that Italian kid who fell through and was stuck in a manhole several tens of feet deep. he was eventually rescued after several hour of ordeal. I wondered what would have gone through his mind in those dire moments and the realistic magnitude of angst that he would have gone through hit me. ..prisoners in solitary confinement in small dark room, caged animals, caged birds, the images and thoughts flashed through my mind it all had a dark shade to it. I had never in my whole freakin life thought about animals in confinement and if or not they would yearn to be free. While inside the MRI scanner, I indeed developed some respect for PETA which is not to be confused with PITA.
I am not sure what my MRI would tell, but i can tell you for sure that i have a new found respect for life and everything it has to offer. My perspective on freedom has a whole new angle to it with respect for freedom and value of it increasing ad infinitum!