Wednesday, 20 March 2024

God's Child...

God's child...

In this path of life 
Through storms and joys 
You stand by me 
As my steadfast guide...
My protector,  My confidant,
My friend in need 
I know you are by my side 
In every deed...
With love and light, 
My journey you fill 
In my darkest hours
You lead me uphill...
To starry nights 
and sun-filled days 
Overlooking my flaws
with that loving gaze...
Guiding me whenever I falter 
Lifting me whenever I fall...
Perumaal, Thaayaar, 
Gracious divine,
Your benevolence
As sweet as nectar 
Benign...
Engulfing me 
With your constant grace
Lest I lose the righful way...
So as you walk with me
Holding  my hand 
Peacefully I will traverse this 
Wondrous land...
For you are more than just a friend to me, My God 
The essence of Your love,
 Is for Eternity....
I know I am your special child...

Mann Vimal

Tuesday, 12 March 2024

दिल मांगे मोर...

दिल मांगे मोर...

कहते हैँ दिल पर नही कोई ज़ोर
शायद इसलिए दिल मांगे मोर
सुबह शाम का ये ज़ोर शोर 
मजबूरी का ये कैसा दौर
लबों पर चुप्पी क़ी बाँधी डोर
और अंधेर भी कितना घोर
फिर भी चाँद का जैसे चकोर
संभल जाता दिल का पोर पोर
यह सोचकर क़ी शायद होगी भोर
और खिलेगी खुशियाँ चारों ओर
जीवन के चक्र पर करो गौर
ऊपर नीचे तो नीयती का कोर...

मन विमल...

Sunday, 3 March 2024

Khadi: Not merely a piece of cloth

Khadi: Not merely a piece of cloth

For centuries now Khadi is known as a coarse fabric , worn by leaders and part of India's freedom movement. In that sense it is the Fabric of our  Nation yet Khadi isn't just a fabric; it's a thought,an ideology. Woven into its coarse yet comforting threads are the struggles of a nation yearning for self-reliance, the echoes of Mahatma Gandhi's call for Swadeshi and the spirit of countless craftspeople who breathe life into this handspun marvel.
In a world seduced by the glitz of fast fashion and mass-produced textiles, Khadi stands defiantly apart. Where others chase fleeting trends, Khadi finds its beauty in timelessness. As machines churn out endless yards of identical cloth, Khadi embraces the subtle imperfections born from human touch. Yet Khadi isn't simply a relic of the past. It's a bridge, connecting India's artisanal heritage to its modern aspirations. Sustainable, ethical, and deeply rooted in local communities, Khadi embodies the principles that the world is scrambling to adopt in recent times. 
Let's not forget, long before 'eco-friendly' was a buzzword, Khadi's very existence was a sustainable choice.Critics may dismiss Khadi as outdated or simplistic, but that would be missing the point entirely. For fashionistas like Manish Malhotra, Sabyasachi, Ritu Kumar are using them with pride.
Khadi isn't meant to dazzle with fleeting trends. Its quiet elegance is one that deepens with time, much like the nation it represents. It reminds us to look beyond the superficial, to value craftsmanship over consumerism.While supporting Khadi means supporting rural livelihoods and village industries, it means more than just an economic act. To choose Khadi is to make a statement – about individuality in a world of mass production, about mindful consumption, and about an India that honors its roots even as it surges forward into a developed world.
Of course, Khadi faces challenges. It needs innovation in design to appeal to a wider audience, it needs patronage beyond symbolism, and it needs consistent quality control. But these are challenges worth overcoming because what Khadi represents is far too valuable to lose.Let's view Khadi through a new lens – not as a mere product, but as a philosophy. To quote the Hon’ble Prime Minister of our country,  Mr  Narendra Modi, " Khadi for nation, Khadi for fashion Khadi for Transformation. " Khadi also resonates with the Hon’ble Prime Minster's vision of Atmanirbhar Bharat as खादी एक अस्त्र है , खादी एक शस्त्र है ! 
Let's wear it with pride, understand its significance, and be vocal in our support. Khadi may be spun from cotton, wool or silk but it embodies the struggles, triumphs, and undying spirit of India that give it true strength.
Let's wear Khadi, and wear it boldly and with pride because it's more than just cloth — it's a testament to who we are, and who we strive to be.

R. Vimala,  IAS,
Chief Executive Officer,
Maharashtra State Khadi and Village Industries Board,
vimshine@gmail.com 

Monday, 5 February 2024

Remembering Amma...

Remembering Amma...

In the stillness of dawn, when the world is still asleep,
I think of the moments we shared, so tender and deep...
Your love, like the gentle breeze filled my heart and soul,
And in its absence, I find myself longing for it whole...
Yummy food cooked with love, each flavour a memory sweet,
Generous gifts given with care, making everyone's joy complete...
Amma, your presence is a treasure I hold so dear,
Your absence silently encourages and still spreads cheer...
Your embrace, your laughter, your wisdom and your warm touch,
I yearn for them dearly, I miss them so much...
But in the depths of my heart, your love still shines true,
For it still shows me the way to live life in every hue...

Sunday, 7 January 2024

Deserted but not defeated....

Alone...
In the vast expanse of life
Quite...
In a sea of memories
Lost...
In a land now barren
Forsaken...
By the ones she trusted
Belittled...
By the world in general
She stands deserted...
Deserted but not defeated...
She Rises...
Like a Phoenix
Retakes...
Steps on the ladder
Finds...
Light in each new day
Works...
To make up for the loss
Revives...
Her lost glory
Resilient...
To reprint her footprints on the sand of life...
Deserted but not defeated....

Banganga: Mumbai’s own Varanasi…

Banganga: Mumbai’s own Varanasi…
Mumbai, the city of dreams with its bustling life and streets famous for the Gateway of India, Marine Drive and the salty sea also has a beautiful fresh water tank, Banganga. 
Malabar Hill normally associated with the elites of Mumbai and the powers that be is also home to ancient history and mythology. Occasionally Bollywood movies like Ghulam or Chandni Bar picturise their characters seeking solace on the steps of the Banganga yet most Mumbaikars  would have never explored this historical wonder. 
I am no different. The only two occasions I remember going there was at a time I went for a concert at the once famous Banganga Festival and the second when I felt my growing up son should know beautiful places in Mumbai. 
Bnaganga for all its glory remains a mystery to many Mumbaikars as it does not feature as prominently on its tourist map as Marine Drive or the Gateway of India. 
 Nestled amidst the bustling cityscape of Mumbai, Banganga stands as a serene and ancient water tank, embodying history  and spirituality. This hidden gem, surrounded by towering skyscrapers, carries a charming tale that dates back to centuries.
 Hindu mythology, traces its origin to the legendary lore that Lord Rama halted at this spot during his search for Sita, and in a moment of desperation for water, he shot an arrow into the ground, miraculously creating the freshwater spring we now know as Banganga.
 What stands today is a beautiful step tank surrounded by intricately carved temples and ghats, showcasing the architectural prowess of the bygone eras. Each stone tells a story, and every step taken on the ghats echoes with the footsteps of the past. 
The Walkeshwar Temple, dedicated to Lord Shiva, is a prominent structure standing as a testament to the historical significance of Banganga. The Shivalinga in this temple is believed to have been made of sand, ( Valu, Valuka ) by Lord Rama for worship of Lord Shiva and is therefore known as Valukeshwar. 
 
 Banganga is not merely a historical relic; it remains an active centre of religious activities. It has several beautiful temples dedicated to Gods and Goddesses like the Shri Maa Shanta Durga, Shri Dev Walukeshwar, Shri Dev Balaji, Shri Maa Mahalakshmi, and Shri Dev Parasuram among a hundred such temples. It also houses famous maths like the Shri Kashi Math and the famous Shri Kavale Math of the Goud Saraswat Brahmins who are the main trustees of the temple precinct. 
 Pilgrims and locals alike gather here for various rituals, religious ceremonies, and festivals. The aura is charged with devotion and reflects a harmonious blend of the ancient and the contemporary. The descending steps, the water flowing from its perennial source, the small and big temples around it, the teeny-weeny lanes, the deep stambh connect us to our souls. 
 Banganga has withstood the test of time but faces contemporary challenges such as urbanization and pollution.  The tank with little fish and gliding swans is also littered with plastic and other waste. Various initiatives and community efforts are underway to preserve and restore the sanctity of this historical marvel. The Municipal Corporation of Greater Mumbai, locals, conservationists, and corporates are working hand in hand to conserve its unique glory and ensure that Banganga continues to thrive for generations to come. There are several plans to transform this “Mini Varanasi” into a memorable pilgrim for Mumbaikars. 
 
 Banganga, with its rich history, architectural marvels, spiritual significance, and cultural vibrancy, silently stands as a unique tapestry woven into the fabric of Mumbai. 
As we ended our ‘Parikrama’ of the Banganga,  I realised that this is a place where the past and present come together to offer a tranquil escape from the city's chaos and explore its deep-rooted heritage. The winding lanes may be a little cut off from our everyday lives and a bit distant but worth the visit for they would lead us to a flight of steps into a wonderful world...

Friday, 5 January 2024

Hang on...Hold on...

Hang on , Hold on...

Can you hear me...
My silence..
Can you read me..
My blank face
Can you cheer me...
My sad gaze
Can you hold me..
My weak case...
Can you respect me...
My spirit a wreck...
Yes my dear...
Not only your words...
We hear your silence
And in your blank face...
We see that haze
In your sad gaze...
We sense that ache,
In your weak case,
We'll be your strength, not fake.
We respect your spirit,
Though it may feel wrecked,
Just trust us...
And hold on...
Just hang on...
For together we'll rise,
From every storm unchecked...
To scale the heights...
Of happiness...

When Sorrow Walks in During Celebration...

When Sorrow Walks in  During Celebration... Some days arrive with unexpected sorrows. I was getting ready for the ninth day of Ganesh Utsav...