On Pages:

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Pages on a blog are much different compared to blog posts –they are more of a consolidated expression quite independent of the post(s) on a blog. Normally ignored by the readers as some trivial scribbling on the top of each post they are hardly paid any attention and there lies the plight of the author. My Pages on this blog contain varied expressions on different topics inclusive of my poems both in English and Hindi/Urdu. Overall they do have better response as from the readers as per the relative statistics of the blog, they in fact warrant more of an attention and that is possible only when my valued readers don’t ignore them as something just extraneous on the top of a post. May be my poems in a language other than English don’t interest the readers beyond India but for that purpose they can better use the translation facility readily available on any computer and they can make use of it. Their reaction after all is of utmost importance to me.

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My book ‘Beyond the barriers’–a note on queries

My book named earlier as ‘Phoenix’ has since been changed to ‘Beyond the barriers’. The book is in publication stage by  my publishers at Varanasi duly monitored by Gyanendra. Certain anxieties have been expressed from many quarters in respect of the material the book contains which of course can’t be elaborated at this stage. May be I am able to partly share the contents by way of a synopsis shortly in days to come. Features wise, however, the salient areas so covered in the book, which is some what of an autobiographical nature, are more or less like this –At the outset, At a glance, Evolution of Banking system in India, Emergence of Trade Union(s) in Banking Industry, Trade Unions: Concepts and convictions, Trade Unions and Politics, Relevance of Trade Unions in the context of modern age, Price of leadership, On a personal note, Last page. I respect the queries and the requisitions so made by different people not only in the banking sector but also others from various quarters and I make a note to ensure that they are not deluded in their expectations. I also make a note that the book ‘Beyond the barriers’ comes out of the press as soon as possible to reach those who have already subscribed to it in advance and also the ones who have otherwise been expressing their keen interest in it.

Links:Brief chronology of events

           Evolution of banking system in India

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What piercingly pinching a day is this?

From MyDiary: (10/06/2007)

This day I was married to Sundari (name later changed to Shashi by Bela Ben at Varanasi -I called her Kammoji). What kind of marriage anniversary it is for me without Shashi who left me alone 4 years back –matter of 4 years looking like it was some thing that happened only yesterday. Her face, her looks, her charm, her getup everything is so vividly visible to my eyes. Alone and single, my union with her for decades looks to be too small compared to these 4 years I have passed without her. Only the other day, my daughter Pariksha was murmuring in her dreams ‘Mummy, Mummy’ and how pathetically pinching it was to me every moment thereafte. I could not sleep the whole night. Bachhey (Pariksha) normally doesn’t talk much about her Mummy otherwise, may be because she may not be able to express herself fully like normal people do but how deep is the thought of her mother in her mind that it has got so strongly fixed in her sub consciousness which comes out as her immediate thought during sleep. Alone am I, alone I live on, alone am I in taking care for Bachhey in a dual role as a father, as a mother. The very thought of her life without me with the fear of the unknown always in my mind terribly shatters me, more so as I have none around to share the situation. Infact it is for Bachhey that I am so much cautious about my health as to the extent it is left to me I would like to survive the maximum for her leaving the rest to the Immanent Will that is supreme and ultimate.

None can go beyond what is destined !

A cousin of mine who holds doctorate in her discipline and is a lecturer loves reading and is fond of poetry particularly in Urdu.She herself writes well. But for the reason that she is too choosy and reserved to herself, she could have made a good poetess.She had a good collection of poems and enjoys them.It's not very often that she shares such a collection with others but does so at times with the condition that the listener should not be indifferent.Such a collection she has inherited from her mother who was the one fully engrossed when going through it.Not just casual but virtually a chronic lover of poems she was.Compared to her my cousin is somewhat a slippery type-so keen at times but going casual very often.She is not the type of having any liking for loose citations -whatever she collects or whatever she recites herself is all based on a serious note.One citation she had for me some time back is much worth provoking a serious thinking. It reads like this -

बेकार कमोबेश की
साकी से शिक़ायत क्यों

उतना ही भरा उसने
जितना बड़ा पैमाना

Looks philosophical. Isn't it? But is a great pointer for those who aspire unbriddled.Infact all have a share fixed for themselves and no one can go beyond a certain limit.