Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
obsessed with Mujjafarnagar's pics!
my daughter in her sir's marriage!
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


You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
My daughter
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.
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
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.
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
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

some 3-4 years ago
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
Have a good day
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Unsolved riddle
Yes it's me.......
it's me
it's again me

me only
me only
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
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.
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