Saturday, December 11, 2010

obsessed with Mujjafarnagar's pics!



I feel happy that my daughter have been to Mujjafarnagar to attend her sir's marriage, he was sound engineer in their studio at N-Delhi.





Happy Day!

my daughter in her sir's marriage!










Loving Pair

It takes two special people,
To make a loving pair.
There’s a joy just being around you,
A feeling I/we love to share.

We send anniversary wishes to you,
For years of joy and pleasure.
May each year keep getting better,
With memories to treasure.

By Karl and Joanna Fuchs

Thursday, December 9, 2010

my daughter on her sir's marriage


she never ever attended any marriage celebrations since years...except for family marriage cel.....these all pics are on her sir's marriage at Mujjfernagar, UP, INDIA
after all she is a leading writer now...
and writes....her experiences.... on being to any spot...

she is in red silk saarii, my mommy brought from US....years back



The Best Is Yet To Be
On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
But the greatest gift you'll ever get,
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll share life's joy and pleasure;
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
And if life hands you challenges,
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Your wedding day is full of joy;
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be.

By Joanna
Fuchs-happy day!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

My daughter


On 30th Oct,2010 at the Academy of Fine Arts and literature,New-Delhi, a programme was organized with poets, in Delhi....

My daughter ........reciting her poems




Happy day!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

MY SON IN MY HANDS...ONLY 7 DAYS OLD

A baby
is God's opinion that the world should go on.
-----Carl Sandburg

This picture was taken when i came backfrom Hospital after birth of my son. He was only seven days old in this picture, my younger brother standing behind my Mom and me holding my son. My daughter is hiding her face for bright sun. My two sis are at extrem right.
It was taken from backyard of our house in Chandigarh. it was the month of July, 1998.
I love my family so much.
To be apart of a family like mine
is so divine
where love is shown
hurt is shared
our love for each other is never impaired
we talk
we laugh
we cry
but we are a family
and we do it all together
for as a family
we do it all as one
you hurt one
you hurt all
and as a family unit
we will all stand tall
for we are family
a family full of strength
a family full of love

a family no one can touch
that, s why I love my family so much.

To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right.
--- Confucius

Sunday, August 29, 2010

MY daughter

Daughter's are precious
when she was in teens
with two of her ltttle cute cuisons


some 3-4 years ago

teens again



when she was only eight

Relationship of Mother and Daughter
by Anonymous
You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.
You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.
You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there...
To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.



Have a good day

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Unsolved riddle

Yes it's me.......
it's me
it's again me


me only

me in the pages
Solved riddle
Like miracle it enters
smears evenly on
all the corners
symmetrically mixing well

It is next to soul
stand up by my side
like a lost dream
which is very dear to me

Quietly it enters,
stands so close,
it seems my own breath is
hitting with solid matter,
percolates in air like perfume.

Sometimes it seems like a small dot
suddenly transposes into a clear
beautiful picture.

It disappears just after its existence
because of shortage of time
it seldom have,
sufficient time.

It spends lots of time struggling hard
but it seldom wearied out
it has lots of experience
but it’ s always silent.

On his transparent surface
reflects and
can be
read my face
along with my inner soul.

When he chats with you
I can understand everything magically
Every thing surround,
becomes
Familiar like the magical stick
Time seems to fly
Always the feel of sweet goodness
All around

---Vipin Choudhary

Saturday, July 31, 2010

MY Loving Father!



My Father .......
second from right (sitting) posing with his staff in Jorhat, Assam ...

With uncle Lal...At Chandigarh...
Dilip Kumar holding his father's hand...my father with wrist watch on his left hand..
Photographed at Devlali, Maharastra airport..
On Run way Agra with two of his collegues.

What Makes A GrandDad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,

The joy of a morning in Spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it … GrandDad

~ Author Unknown

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

Yes Half Child


What is it?
Poetry with photo!
Yes !

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
~Kahlil Gibran

Marty at Eleven

(Annie Komorny)

You have an iridescent quality;
Half woman and half child,
In subtle blend,
I watch your running, laughing gaiety,
And feel that now goes on
Without an end.

But when we talk together,
I can see,
From something in a gesture,
Tone, or look,
That very soon
That little girl will be
A group of snapshots,
Mounted in a book.