The best is yet to come

The powers that be ,are not at rest
They are healing mending, making you the best
The light from the sun warms you from outside
While the creator and the angels heal the best part of you, the inside
Maybe your life has been bad in the past
Leave it there it is of no use to you
For this is now, this is how
Let the innate intelligence do the rest
Let me show you where this light is
It is more powerful than the sun
When you finally believe
This light is inside you
Congratulations for now you have won
The battle of self is over
Accept your victory and your prize
Believe this innate promise
Accept this innate love
You are finally home
Sit right down here my friend
For the best is yet to come
Oh how wrong is the belief
That the dance of creation is over

xoxo
That you are who you are
That the creator is far away
That you cannot be heard
Sort of an old story that has been told
Of a beginning and an end
Well clear your mind
Creation never rests never stops
Always moving always creating
We are only at the start of creation, continuing on
Brace yourself for a new and glorious day
For the best is yet to come

its me..

There is lots of news, you see – so much, I’m not even too sure where to begin: I finished writing my paper for the forthcoming conference at Shimla, the one about caribian Indians celebrating Indian tradition,that ihave been working on now for longer than I can remember; I sat a question papers for the girls of NGO.  I have been baking a fair bit: cake recipe testing, writing another paper at Qatar and analyzing the slum data for that paper.Rehana turned five to a fanfare of twinkling candles, bundi ladoo, kindle joy and chocolate cake. In other news: the clocks went back an hour, the days somehow got longer, and I finally finished reading The Indian Idealogy by Perry Anderson to better understand the article 370 which is talk of the day,  you really should read too. So prettily written and so wonderfully evocative.

xoxo

Lata Mangeshkar - Payoji Maine Ram Ratan Dhan Payo

bajra and me!

When I was a kid my grandmaa use to make bajra roti in winter season. In summer she prefers to make missi roti. While the poor people depended on bajra roti for whole the year. That was the time when breach between the rich and poor classes was wide, that’s why poor landless and marginal farmers  shun bajra for regular use as this was cheap and locally available in our village. At that time in kharif season bajra ,guar , moong, moth were grown and in rabi season gram/chana was grown along with some sarson.

bajra roti with dallop of aluni ghee

I still remember when we first we decided to farm. It was munia chachi who helped us for all the farming activities and deals she was very industrious, honest worker, she was about 25 at that time.

xoxo