PRAYERS SENT YOUR WAY

dear god, i hope you will visit our blog today, because this is urgent.
there is a soul so beautiful caught in an ailing body,
it has not lived its share of happiness yet,
it hasn't had time to paint the world in a hue only it knows,
this soul has sung songs of your glory in pain,
it has celebrated your world in darkness,
let it not pass thru this world unknown.
you have more sense than this, to take a life with a purpose as glorious as you.

yours sincerely
march.postings

a rose from my garden for you

this my dear friend is a rose that blossomed in my garden. no longer it lives except in my photograph of it. but i did want to share the image with you. a symbol of friendship, hope and brightness...

a part of my time goes this way...

this video will give you an insight my dears. i love the energy of the dogs and though am unable to train them right now, i take from them the sense of fun and activity. but apart from that no serious singing work is happening. i did of course get my second tanpura here as well today.

PARENTAL PLIGHT

getting my child to find a school is becoming a block----it is blocking all the energy, time i have and soon money will flow that way too. there are examining bodies to decide on first, then the schools and finally who will let u in. middle class typically spends a large share of its earning on childs education, therefore the need to invest time in this exercise.
the school matters but just how much i am not sure.
in my childhood all that the parents ever did was to take the little one for interview sessions to schools in the vicinity but today my cousin is willing to shift into a rented accommodation next to a good school. all good schools are nestled in certain neighborhoods as if kids across can do without quality education.
the thing to go for is I.B. EDUCATION, now look at the fuuny side---only four schools with I.B in all of delhi and gurgaon or lets say gurgaon and vicinity.
i musrt go to isha who is out of bed now.

today the blues showed their head...

i was so lost today. dont know why but i felt the blues coming somewhere...

one of the pack

guess what ...i found in this neighbourhood a teacher who owed to teach me from ten years ago. well we sat together and he still wants to give his inputs and i am somewhat amused and somewhat grateful. so let's see.

but something is the matter with you my dear tuk. you have been taken to hospital and i am wondering and worrying why. i hope its for the best. meanwhile R i do hope you are seriously making an attempt to come by. it will resolve a few things for both of us.but first you have to have courage in your heart to do something like this. nobody goes to stay at a friend's locally...unless they share a part of their destinities with them. i wonder if you realise that. love to you always.

as far as i am concerned. mishraji has agreed to come here! so once a week i sing to my heart's content and that is quite a big thing for now. hey i want to share a moview with you- koi sunta hai- made on kabir by someone and who has taken some footage of me too.

fireworks

fireworks
Originally uploaded by hlchen1220

that's what we need...fireworks...to light up our minds, our imaginations and our souls.and hey all of you ! stop this lamentation- this moaning and weeping over yourself. have no doubt about who you are and your art. oh yes! we all need validation from the world occasionally, but that does not mean that till the time the world does not acknowledge us we do not exist.

we exist and there is meaning in our lives too and we are here to perform something which none but us will do. i think it is ok to periodcially fall into the blues but living there and liking the dwelling enough to make a home for your soul there is disservice to yourself and the energy of the cosmos that planned you with a certain idea.

stop this my dears. may the lights of diwali illumine our souls and fire our imaginations once again.

Outdated

As i grow older in days and wrinkles i feel lost in the tech savvy world which talks in a parlance of today. I am outdated in body, mind and soul. I look a specimen from the past, striving hard to understand blogs, internet and my soul wishes to be elsewhere.

I cant understand management/ I.T./ business/ literary lingo anymore----don't belong anywhere.

who does my art represent except me, whose talk do i write, all i keep drawing from is my mind's chatter.

How do i publish when i lose most of the typed work----so i happily go back to my diary.

Metamorphosed like kafkas protagonist into a heavy slow creature, i fail to associate with.

i want to write more but later when i ma sure i can post it right.