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Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain……by Sarvehwar Dayal Saxena,Posted By Ravinder Kaul

Although, it is almost into the Month of March wherein New Year Greetings feel kinda ‘atpati’ and not a very apt time to publish this… but this poem posted by Ravinder stayed with me …….i couldn’t wait till 9 months …….OR this baby would have vanished .
I tried to locate some of my older posts and at a point when they did not roll into the past, I feared Ravi’s beautiful post of the poem may also be trashed somewhere in the virtual world …untraceable and lost …
So, Here’s the share for this v beautifully weaved poem…

Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain—- by Sarvehwar Dayal Saxena
Posted By Ravinder Kaul

Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain
Kheton ki medhon par dhool bhare paaon ko
Kohre mein lipte uss chhote se gaaon ko
Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain !

Iss pakti roti ko, bachhon ke shor ko
Choke ki gun-gun ko, chulhe ki bhor ko
Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain !

Iss chalti aandhi mein har bikhre baal ko
Cigarette ki laashon par phoolon se khayal ko
Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain !

Coat ke gulab aur joode ke phool ko
Har nanhi yaad ko, har chhoti bhool ko
Naye Saal Ki Shubh Kaamnaayain !

& I thot I knew why!!————-by Dinn

This ‘innocent’ poem was penned by Dinn, who faced an onslaught of claws from his female fans , each one competiting 2 be the ‘muse’ …tried to scratch him raw about the new gal in his lyf…but innocent as Dinn is ..he jus used a ‘Pakkhi’ (hand-fan) and shooed the flies away ! Keeping the secret deep down in his sooooooo smitten heart …

& I thot I knew why!!————-by Dinn

” Unaware of the impact
of hair losely tucked behind the ears
All that this dummy noticed
was a smile which others too will say, endears

Trusting the smile to cement the ties
I loved too, the highlight of those shining doe(ey) eyes
with a lot of help from the subtle twitch of the nose
naughty enough to draw you up-close

Despite the high cheek bones and deftly painted nails
Gleaming teeth, the elegance, the eyes and all other details
I still do not undertand THIS work of art
Bcos finally, I lost mine…. to her ‘crafted-for-compassion’ heart”

NRI Punjabi ‘Success Story’ published in TIMES OF INDIA on Feb 12, 2011 Page 2—– ‘Indian Temptation’ Down Under—By Rashmi Talwar

Parkash Chand Sharma, Adelaide, Australia

From a dishwasher in Amritsar, to owner of best ‘dhaba’ in Adelaide, Australia
‘Australian Idol’— Guy Sebastian – (Indian-Malaysia –first Australian Idol ) wrote: the food came closest to his mother’s cooking’

By Rashmi Talwar

For someone who washed dishes for 14-years on a pushcart as a tiny 7-year old, to eke out a living in the Jallianwala Bagh area of Amritsar, it was a relentless struggle that ultimately brought him sweet success in faraway Australia.

A mere 5th standard pass, orphaned early, Parkash Chand Sharma (48) is now the proud owner of the best ‘dhaba’ in Adelaide, Australia by the name of ‘Indian Temptations’.

Sharma shyly lowers his kohled eyes (he wears ‘kohl’ as men used to do in Northern India) when an Indian describes him how he is respectfully addressed as ‘Sharma Ji’ and the resturant more as ‘Sharma ji’s Dhaba’ among South Asians and ‘Sharman’s Daba’ among natives and European-Americans. The entire city, including Australians call on him, love his food, his shyness and even his inability to speak English and often sit in or outside his humble ‘dhaba’ to enjoy his –‘Hot from the Tandoor’- kababs, Naans and Kulchas.

His best moment came when “Guy Sebastian–An Indian Malaysian/ singer-songwriter and the first winner of famous ‘Australian Idol’ TV Reality Show in 2003, having many top albums and singles to his credit- who wrote- “ Nothing as good as Mum’s Curry but u guys come the closest” – a collage on Sabastian with his note proudly hangs in his dhaba . The ‘Quality Training Company’ supports his eatery for ‘Government Funded Traineeship Scheme’ and the Gujarati community has showered him with appreciations for his contributions to the ‘Navratri’ festival- writing on the certificate of Appreciation-‘You Rock Sharmaji !’

Ask him the meaning of ‘Temptations’ and he flays his hands “I don’t know ; I just carried the name from a from 5-star hotel restaurant named ‘Tandoori Temptations,” Sharma admits humbly.

Queried over his early life, he relates, “I studied till class 5th and having no father and a mother who remained indisposed, I was passed from relative to relative. Later I was taken by my Nani (maternal grandmother) who put me in a school, soon it started to pinch their budget and I was passed to my Mama (maternal uncle) who put me to work. I took refuge in ‘Tota Ram Dharmashala’ in the Amritsar, to be on my own. Washed dishes for 14 years, as a call boy at “Anantram Pakore Walla’s rehri” that was stationed just opposite the Jallianwala Bagh near Golden Temple till late 70s. There I learned how to make the best Pakoras and chutney with grated radish and carrots.”

While Collecting order slips in his Australian busy ‘dhaba’ along with his wife Neelam who is also a class-5 drop-out, he recalls –“I got a chance to work at the famous Novelty Sweets in Amritsar as helper. Then someone took me to Delhi to work at another sweet shop in Karol bagh, I learned to make boondi used in ladoos, rasgoolahs, milkcake, kalakand and other sweets.
One day, through someone I met a travel agent in Hoshiarpur who offered a job in Dubai worth Rs 8000/ a month. Having no passport, I lost the chance but held on to a dream to explore chances abroad. Meantime, I worked as ‘cook’ in various restaurants in Delhi – Moti Mahal, ‘Tandoori Club’, till one day while working at ‘Holiday Inn’ someone came from Singapore- ‘the head chef and I both presented him our sample dishes and I was chosen’.
Thereon, I started working in ‘Royal Bengal Restaurant’ in the Boat Quay area of Singapore then ‘Khazana’ where someone recommended me to Australia at “Beyond India’ restaurant. The Australian restaurant owner sponsored my Permanent Residency status and I opened my own restaurant in the Millennium year 2000”.

Sharma’s tandoori fare, curried Punjabi and Mughlai dishes – butter chicken, tarka dal, afghani rann, methi masala and stuffed and crisp rotis are amongst the hot favorites and is a sure shot hit for Indians in foreign lands. Till now Sharma has not placed a credit card swishing device and takes only good old cash. Along with the main course the couple prepares a sweet dish everyday. Ask him and he says –“when I get up at 4 am, I first prepare a sweet for my ‘Data’ (The Almighty) as thanksgiving.
Sharma who has been working for 10-years slogging to ‘tempt’ his clients in Australia earns a princely figure with a daily earning of Aus $ 2500/ (Aus $:INR 1:45 ) and has seven Indians as his employees.
He has put both his son and daughter in “Gurukul” a well known boarding school in Panchkula (Chandigarh). His contention is that his children must learn Indian culture before stepping into schools in Australia

Who needs ‘GPS Tags’!—- By Rashmi Talwar

Who needs ‘GPS Tags’!—-

By Rashmi Talwar

An enthusiastic new teacher came to a rowdy class. From the gist of the animated discussion she gathered the students’ fraternity taking umbrage to the recent ‘Radio (GPS) tagging’ of Indian students in USA. This ignited the idea of evoking ‘creative thinking’ in students.

Teacher remarked that being thus ‘collared’ was humiliating and worse were the remarks by Juliet Wur, at US Consulate, Hyderabad, who called tagging ‘Hip and Happening’ . Quickly side-Stepping the ignominy of the tags, she shot a question to the class, ‘How can we have other uses of ‘Radio Tags’?
The class pounced on the keywords and Pat came a reply by Mini,-‘Convicts’! ‘
We all know that’. The students booed !
Another said, ‘dogs and cats!’
‘Good!’ Commented, the teacher, lifting the spirit quotient.
‘Come on Smarties! Use your grey cells!’, she prodded.
‘Mountaineers !’ One shouted. ‘Hey! That’s a good one!’
‘Great Anuj ’
‘Deep sea Explorers and ones who go for Antarctic Exploration ’
‘Yea’! ‘Alright’ …’Give me more’
Mini got up, scratching her head and blurted out ‘Accused!’.
The class broke into guffaws.
Her bench-mate pulled her down. ‘Sit, you already said that and we all know it’.
But Mini stood her ground. ‘There is a difference between a ‘convict’ and an ‘accused’, she stated.
And continued …’the tags could come handy for ‘accused’ ‘A Raja- the (2G Scamster)’.
The class turned ‘super-attentive’ and seemed to be rubbing their hands in glee and thinking, ‘Abb Maza Ayega !’ .
Though wanting to keep politics and dirty issues out of classrooms, the teacher was in sync with the student’s interest. ‘Ok!’…Her next ‘More’ – did the trick.
‘Kalmadi- The CWG’s shame!’
‘Quattrochi’! – Bofor’s kickback!’
‘R Raju ! – dirt guy of Satyam Computers’
‘Laloo – the chara ghotala king !’
‘Telgi-duplicate stamp papers badshah !’
‘Lalit Modi , Shashi Tharoor- IPL fiasco’
‘Madhu Gupta-Spy Thriller !’
‘Ashok Chavan- martyr housing ‘Adarsh’ Scam’
‘Mayavati –Statuesque queen !’
‘Sharad Pawar—Onion hoarder !’
‘Nira Radia- The fixer lobby’
‘Badal and Son Pvt Ltd!’
‘Hasan Ali Khan -salting away $8.5bn in Swiss Banks !
There was no stopping them now – ‘radio tag’ for Rahul Gandhi –don’t know where he sleeps most nights , kalavati’s Hut or 10, Janpath ? ND Tiwari turning 90, but still can’t be found at home.
With these bombastic names came a squeak-‘Maids and servants’ !. They laughed. The topic took a new turn ..What if the tags were more aesthetic? The teacher asked.
Students jumped –‘They should be like little colored buttons!’. They could be fitted in bracelets with a crust of sarvoskis crystals that a BF can gift to his GF to keep track of her. Pendants, hair clips, rings and encrusted in boyish symbols of skull for wrist bands. New models of I-pods, mobiles, tablets..the list went on and on .
Till one boy pointed out …Government should issue a new Rs 10 lakh note with a GPS chip to track where the money went …Afterall it is the money we need to track to make the ‘accused’ into a ‘convict’.

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