Thursday, December 29, 2011

Palmistry- Chapter 3 Types Of Palms

1) Elementary Type: It is rough in texture and broad in shape. This type of hand represents the primitive man (cave man). They are not at all beautiful to look at with short fingers and hair growth. They are less cultured and more orthodox. They are always occupied with the thoughts related to food, cloth and shelter. Not capable of looking beyond that. Escape from doing hard work and are also not able to use brains. More of criminals are found with such type of hands.

2) Square Type: Looks square in shape. Is considered to be the best type. They are well mannered. They stay far away from world of fantasies and imagination, false pretence or pompous nature. They are pragmatic in nature. They may or may not be social by nature but are always praised by others.  Religious & extremely helpful in nature. They have wealth of wisdom. They can suffer loss to help some other people. They are patient, quite, disciplined & live a balanced life. They never believe in anything blindly. They believe in logical& rational discussion. They have hidden motives & reasons behind relationships which they maintain. Fond of money, power and fame & aim for them throughout their lives. They are generally successful in their lives as they practice patience, dedication & hard work.

3) Philosophical Type: usually plump, flexible & defined finger joints. They usually lead the world. Fond of fame. Very fixated with moral and values & give importance to them in lives. In the field of knowledge, they are always enthusiastic towards new learning. Believe and work towards expanding their knowledge. Many leaders, philosophers, thought-provokers, religious saints and artists belong to the same type. They usually face monetary up-downs & very few are well of. Still they give more importance to knowledge and respect when compared to money.

4) Spatulate Type: Such types of hands are greater in length than width. The beginning side of the palm (near wrist) is heavier than the preceding part of hand. They look ugly, not well cared and disfigured. The tip of the fingers is big and palm seems to be muscular & hard. Such types have active brain. The person can never sit idle. Active and hard working. They also think well before they act and their decisions are practical in nature. They do not get carried away by emotions. Always keep on experimenting, discovering or inventing something new. Successful personalities.

5) Conic Of Artistic Type: Smooth, soft and beautiful hands. Pointed, thin, well crafted fingers. Such people are attracted towards beauty and love. Either they are artists or if not then they must be art lovers. They identify and appreciate art in any form. Their life is full of love and their heart is readily receptive towards all sort of art as it comes naturally to them. They do not get success in terms of practicality ass they are often pre-occupied with emotions and fantasies. Often suffer problem related to earning money & yet they stay careless in behavior.

6. Psychic Of Idealistic Type: soft pink hands & similar looking fingers. Such people are progressive in nature & have a highly active brain. Whatever career they choose, they wish to master it. They are fond of getting into minutest details of everything. Often notorious because of this nature of overdoing everything but it doesn’t affect them at all. Not very good at handling harsh realities of life. Often lost in dreams and morals, they sometimes seem to be misfit in this pragmatic society. When they are rich, they live like kings but they do not mind living an ordinary life when have none. Their life fluctuates between the two extremes. During the end days of their lives, they suffer failures and die a sorrowful death. If their economical problems are taken care of, such men can be of a greater use to the society and mankind.

7. Mixed Type: This type of hand shows mixed qualities of more than one type of hand (out of six described above). Such hands are usually a combination of tow types and the nature of the person is also a combination of those two types. Such people are not influential. They look every matter with pessimism. Are less successful in life. Have a fickle mind. At the begening of every new task, they start contemplating its possibilities of not finishing on time & then leave the work midway. This becomes their habit which brings them failure and rejection in life. They ultimately become sadist & pessimist & need to work extremely hard to achieve success.

Palmistry- Chapter 2: How To Study The Color Of Palm And Bone Structure

Study The Color Of Palm

Healthy pink : mentally & physically healty. they forgive, have patience, sympathize, loving, caring in nature. they treat life as a game & face all problems of life with a bright smile. they are always excited and enthusiastic about life. fun loving, friendly & very social.
Extreme Red : lack of patience. they start a task well but loose interst midway & then try to rush up. feel bored very easily. mess every area with lack of patience and are less organised and stay disturbed.
Pale: Negative, depressed. always try to find the negative side of everythiong. pessimistic, sad & exhausted. they feel & stay defeated all their lives.
Blue/ Purple : sick, selfish, sad, irritable, pessimsit. take life as a burden to be carried life long.

Bone Structure

Loose/ soft/ easily movable/flexible  : balanced, manages well even in extreme situations. win over hurdles of life.
hard/immovable/inflexible : not very balanced, not able to manage extreme situations. find it difficult to handle hurdles in life.

Monday, December 26, 2011

India or Indiaaaaaah?

Was getting a little curious lately. How the whole world does see India? Well another question (which is somewhat associated with the whole issue is) that exactly how do we wish to represent our nation- as India or Indiaaaaaaaahhh. India would mean an aspiring nation (have been aspiring for 67 yrs and still aspiring) where people are not desperate by nature. Where people do not please others only for selfish reasons but its also a part of our hospitality. a nation where other nationals are no more seen with a wide mouth open, but with a friendly smile. Our street beggars are also trained how and how much to beg from a foreign national. But then some dumb heads (people from Hollywood as well as bollywood) find their closed mindedness to be so impressive and influential to the world that they even go ahead and make it a part of their movie and their bollywood counter part even celebrate such stupidity. When being an Indian yourself you let somebody else(who hasn’t done any fucking research on your nation still represent it like the nation of snake charmers) now that when you let your India called as Indiaaaaaaah.

Now getting a little straight-forward (which I am best at). Dear Mr Anil Kapoor…after your useless tenure of acting in Indian Cinema, had you not done enough damage(even leftanother of your kind  your daughter Ms Sonam Kapoor with again no acting skills in the industry to suffer) that you went ahead in defaming the nation in the whole world with your absolutely poor acting skills. We all remember your ridiculous dance at Oscars for Slum dog. And now you celebrate acting with Tom Cruise( where you are not giving a single dialogue scene with him but rather portrayed yourself as a horny bastered)- and yet you celebrate. And thank you Mr Tom Cruise for letting us all know how much you actually know about our culture. From those dancers dressed up in Katthak costumes and with absolutely vulgar dance steps to those antique paintings which you used as representation of lecher in Mr Anil Kapoor. And Mr Kapoor I only wish you had the guts to stand up an tell Mr  Cruise that hey buddy you may be a multimillionaire but let me tell you that you have no knowledge  about my country and I will never let you interpret it in such a useless way. But spineless as you are, it is not even expected from you.

Coming to Mr Russel Peters. My question to you is exactly when was last that you had visited India…and not Indiaaaah? You earn your bread butter only after ridiculing your own fellow men and their accent (Poor Indian English Accent as you say). Well I am very keen to listen to your Hindi or Punjabi  for that matter. Well, I have a number friends, who are fan of yours, who are like mad for you but I m sorry I find you repetitive and absolutely ridiculous. And when its been long doing the same old trick , you have recently started doing the same in Hollywood movies too. Brilliant bakwaas I say.

In years like 1980’s and early 90’s great actors like Dev Anand, Om Puri, Amrish puri, Naseer-ud-din Shah, Shammi Kapoor did some serious acting in Hollywood. Some of these movies are also kept in the classic sections and shown to the students of acting. Now thats what I call being useful. Not only to one self but to the nation as well. Again the question remains to be the same – that exactly how do we wish to represent our nation- as India or Indiaaaaaaaahh?

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Palmistry Chapter 1: Texture Reading

i have just started reading this book on palmistry from my dad’s old collection of books. it is in hindi and with very rich vocabulary. it’s taking a lot of time to understand as we are no more accustomed to the same language which is also supposed to be our national language. Since I wanted to share my knowledge with my friends, I decided to translate it. starting with the first chapter, which is about reading the texture of skin on palm.
chapter 1
Reading The Texture Of Skin On Palm
Rough : wild in nature, rustic. roughness in behavior & work style. Less respectful & straight forward. works hard for livelihood. they don’t expect but believe in one’s moral values.
Soft (reddish) : they listen to their heart. shy away from facing harsh realities of life. like being in the world of fantasies & imagination and escape from all sort of hard work. but they prefer mental work instead. aspire to be famous in life.
Combination Of Rough & Soft :mostly successful in life. practical approach with correct blend of creative imagination. they find success almost everywhere. go-getters. good decision makers. present neat and clean work always and on time

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Agony Of A Wife From Small Town

born in the adobe of beautiful hills, she was a wild weed.
educated in an ordinary pathshala in a small town of himachal, she only aspired to become a perfect house-maker of someone else’s household.
for her, geography was bhugool and science was always vigyaan. math was ganit and only english was english. she almost hated that language & always wondered why it was taught in the schools at all.
while she was struggling very hard to score at least passing marks in the language, she did not know that one day this language will become the centre of her existence.
she did not have the opportunity to go to the college. only an ugly looking boring teacher would come home everyday to teach this group of seven cousins.
in their free time, they would go to the nearby stream to collect some pebbles, get drench in rains & burglar apple orchids.
soon the family was looking for a suitable match for her. a himachali boy came with his family one day. he was working in a big firm in gurgaon(cyber city)
the guy was born and brought up in a metro city & had NEVER BEEN even once to his home town in himachal. since the parents insisted on having a daughter-in-law who could follow the same tradition, they decided to find a simple small town himachali girl. the guy did not mind the idea as he was to get a beautiful looking girl to keep in the bargain.
after settlement of dowry & other rituals related to money, finally the marriage culminated into a life-long relationship between the two.
next week she was in A THREE bedroom flat in one of the high rises in gurgaon. she had never seen such huge buildings before and now she was living on the 25th floor. huge mountains & hills never scared her but these buildings did. she could not sleep for nights all together with a fear that the building might fall.
the husband would go to office at night & sleep during the day. she would step down 25 stories by stairs as she did not know how to use the elevators. even after several attempts by the poor husband, she simply avoided using those. the fear of falling once again.
her cloths were also very different from what others women wore. it was almost another country for her. husband took her to malls during the weekends to buy her some trendy clothes but it took them half an hour to make the wife climb up the escalators.
the husband was now probably getting embarrassed with her presence. her beauty did not charm him anymore.
to please him, she even asked him to bring his colleagues home for lunch. but the whole afternoon, she could not understand a single conversation with them as she could not understand a single sentence of theirs. she wished she had learnt english better when in school. this embarrassed the husband further.
with time, he started escaping all occasions which demanded their presence together. He would attend all parties himself. would shop by himself during the weekend.
she changed her wardrobe entirely. though she did not like even a single cloth out of the collections, yet she wore them. got a new jazzy hair cut too. with the help of cd’s of english learning program, she practiced english learning religiously. her only purpose of existence had reduced to be able to learn the language & impress people around, stay presentable & no more embarrassing the husband.
she learnt to greet people & respond to their basic queries but yet she could not initiate or participate in any sort of discussion. when too much english coming from the other side confused HER, she would defend herself with an immediate forceful “yes yes” & “:” no no” . well the husband was till embarrassed.
with time she gave birth to twin boys. when they started going to pre-school, she could not understand even a single thing spoken by their teachers. she would pick up certain words shared by the teachers and try to find meaning in Google and make an assumption about the development of her kids.
when they grew older and went to a formal school. she became an object of embarrassment to her sons as well. they would insist on calling only the father to come for the school events as they did not find their mom to be upgraded version as other mothers were.
but she did not stop trying. leaving behind all her up-bringing, all her education , her childhood her town- she is still trying to learn the language.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

A New Journey To A New Destiny

Restlessness is giving up.
Its going to give up soon.
That’s the only thing I have in me
That is all I have ever preserved within
That is all I really care for
Nothing much.

But then what else do I exist for.
Why does this entire persona exists.
Why was it born at all
I ask
I ask with a pain, wrath & helplessness

I cry & cry aloud & then wipe my own tears.

Sometimes stay awake till late
sometimes sleep all day & somedays
simply go by, as I lay in
my bed wide awake.
Forget to change sides even.

But why do I exist.

Why can’t I gather  the courage,
stand up one day & fall from
the height, never to see such
helplessness ever again.

And the question remains to be the same
-why do I even exist.

Or why can’t I shed all the tears
Once and forever.
Stand up dust off myself and move on.

To a new road to a new life
A new journey to a new destiny.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

To Give Up All To Become A Rover

What if we were not born from wombs but seeds from the ground?
With no branches or roots around.

With absolutely no heart to feel
And no wound, pain or sorrow to heel

What if we were allergic to each other?
With no family to call our own, no father no mother

And if we were all born brainless
And if this life was absolutely painless

What if we could never ever feel hungry?
And nothing on the earth could even make us angry

Then we had no dreams, no aims no expectations
No trust, no friends, no partners and no affection

No city, no state, no nation, no boundaries
No team, no group, no leaders, no visionaries

If we could fly like birds, go in the middle of the sky to hover
And if we could give up all to become a rover.

Where My Heart Resides

Waking up in the middle of the night
to find no one around
attacked by a sudden feeling,
feeling of hollowness all around.

To find that moon shining,
Shining all alone
and it’s called an epitome of love
then why you standing alone.

And you make me all the more sad
I feel your loneliness in me
and then there is no end to it
only a continuous process of waiting endlessly

Sometimes caress my own curls
rub my eyes to see an empty bed.
Changing sides all night
praying it's not my end

Looking at those lines on my palm
with wide moist tearful eyes
and pray I become a stone heart
Or meet the heart where my love resides.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

To Be An Insignificant Part Of You

Running wildly in the woods
gulping cold, fresh air
trying to have a taste of you
flail my arms in the air
trying to touch you
but find you nowhere
thats an ongoing tragedy
Yet hope prevails.

Everyday I have a new path to ride
every day ends with a sigh.
At times I feel you so near
other times you are a distant dream.
yet hopeful are my eyes
to meet yours once.
And walk several miles
not with you, but like a silent shadow of you

All I want is to be  a part of you.
anything absolutely anything.
A strand of hair
Or your beautiful blue eyes
your rude lips
or those harsh hands
or those fate lines in your palms

or a speck of dirt resting on your shoulders.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Can't Escape From Being Human

Just observed that the title of this article came into my mind before i could start writing the article unlike other times. well this abrupt piece of information has nothing to do with the real article but one thing is that this time ( for a change) I clearly know what I wish to talk about.

Last night from an ancient collection of books(thanks to mom for preserving) I found few letters writen by my grandfather to my father and mother. onc side dedicated to thoughts specific to his son-in-law in poetic 18th century English & the other for his daughter in ethinic Bengali.
since you and I would not be able to comprehend the bengali part of the letter & also it was the English part which attracted me the most.

Almost Thousand words written in a space of 2-3'' with such a microscopic writing yet a flamboyant calligraphic expression which was enough to put me to shame with my rediculous handwriting.

since we have enough discussed about the medium of expression, what was most interesting was the expression itself. honest confession of a father who finds himself absolutely helpless infront of his daughter's will. a regret for not being able to give her all his time. guilt of not being able to save the daughter form that hollowness which was created after the mother had died. and a request to his son-in-law to fulfil all that he could not fulfil as a father. and to treat her like a princess as he always did & to forgive her for all her mistakes as he did. and to always bring smile on her face & happiness in her life as he always wanted to.

in the letter I saw a helpless father who was not hopeless.

love you nanu.  :)