Sharing with my 3 R...s

I strongly believe in this Quote because I believe if you cannot share and smile with your loved ones at home, there's no point in masquerading a happy face outside as if all's well.

So whatever I share with you through my Blogs and posts on Twitter and Linked-In, I always make it a point to share those with my family i.e. with my 3 R...s (Raj - my son, Rupa - my daughter, Ratan - my husband).

Be it news, quotes, pix, poems or songs.....

Sometimes I customise it too as per their needs.....because my 3 R...s have some similar tastes and in some cases, their tastes differ.

Hence, some news item might interest my daughter more, so I share it only with her.

Likewise, my son may find some other news item useful for his weekly radio show, so I share that with him.

My hubby may be interested in some other happening or event, and so I share it with him.

But in many cases, all the three get the same email from me, sharing the same news story.

Living with them for so many years, I know what caters to their interest and likewise I share news feeds with them.

It all paves the way for some enriching debates and discussions in our house, be it science, politics, religion, culture, society, history, music, art, literature, education, research, etc.

There is always something to talk about perhaps a nice quote that touches us all....or a topic that holds our attention and motivates us to read, reflect and discuss more....

There are agreements and disagreements because we all are different but we still find a common ground to live with each other's beliefs.

My children don't understand much Hindi, still they listen to the songs I play. Likewise, I'm not much into western music, but I always lend my ear to what they have to play.

Despite not understanding the lyrics, some songs we really enjoy, because the music is very groovy.

Hence, this shared world of ours exists and helps us co-exist in this smallest social unit of the world that we call Family :-)

So next time, you go outside grinning, don't forget to share your smiles with your loved ones at home, for a happy home makes a happy world.

Love and Warmth,
Yours ever, Aparna


Picture Quote sourced from The Famous People dot Com

Tamasha

Woh Bulayen Toh Kya Tamasha Ho
Hum Na Jayen Toh Kya Tamasha Ho

You can read the rest of this poem here

http://www.urdupoetry.com/siddiqui12.html

Superb Poetry of a Poet who died in Penury at the young age of 46.

He was born in 1928 in Ambala and died in 1974 at Lahore.

He was Muhammad Akhtar more popularly known to us as Sagar Siddiqui or simply Sagar

You can read more about him here

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saghar_Siddiqui

Here's another wonderful article on him

Saghar Siddiqui: A man, his demons and his dog

http://www.dawn.com/news/1110922

What touched me about this article is how it ended showing us how this great poet's life ended.

Here it is and I quote:

A fan of his once wrote how (in 1966) while he was driving down Lahore’s Circuit Road, the radio in his car began to play a ghazal written by Saghar.

As the fan was quietly revelling in the power of Saghar’s words, his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of a thin man with unkempt long hair and in tattered clothes walking aimlessly on the side of the road. It was Saghar.

As the world abandoned this genius, Saghar abandoned the world.

For years he could be seen walking and sleeping on the streets of Lahore, living on the food given to him by those who took him to be a beggar or a fakir.

Amazingly, he continued to write powerful poetry in spite of the fact that he could hardly utter a single coherent sentence anymore.

At times he would write brilliant poems, read them out loudly with a vacant look in his eyes, then tear the papers he’d scribbled these poems on, make a heap and set the heap on fire.

Over the years he befriended a stray dog with whom he shared whatever food that was handed to him by the shopkeepers. The dog would follow him and sleep beside him on any street corner Saghar would choose to sleep on.

After 15 years of morphine addiction, depression and living on the streets, in early 1974 Saghar was found dead in one such street corner of Lahore. Exposed to the cold winter of the city, he passed away in his sleep. He was just 46.

The dog that was with him for more than six years never left the spot where Saghar died. Finally, one year after Saghar’s death, the dog too died — almost exactly at the same spot where Saghar did.

That's my sharing for now.

Love...
Aparna

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