Cat Poop

This kitty here is pooping on a patient's bed in Mayo Hospital. (See? We are hygienic). I couldn't make the video which I greatly regret. Some ward boy might have removed it and washed the bed cloth. More chances are he must not have! They say that they let the cats stay so that the cats may scare away the mice! (See? We are logical). I'm sorry if it makes you vomit or gag or choke. But if you have any of these symptoms just pay a visit to Mayo Hospital and you'l be as good as new. (See? We care)

The Broody hen

The date of Sendups have been displayed which means extreme studies for four months. The schedule goes as follows: wakeup, have breakfast, study, have lunch, study, go to wash room (preferably with a book), study, have some snacks, study, watch a little TV (avoidance would be better), study, internet, study and then go to sleep with a book under your head, hoping that some material would be transferred from the book to your head during the night. No hanging out, no entertainment, no fun, no nothing. (But of course I'm not going to miss the World Performing Arts Festival. I mean I wait for it the whole year!)

The books are my eggs and I'm a broody hen. I will incubate my eggs and I will leave my nest only to eat and excrete. (In the last few days the hen doesn't even leave the nest to excrete...but I'm a bit cultured actually) I will protest in defense if disturbed or removed by my younger brother. The incubation period will continue through November, December, January and hopefully till the middle of February. (The only difference between ordinary routine tests and the Prof is the short incubation period of tests which continues for a week or less). The result will be in a month more. I pray that all my eggs hatch! (They will Inshallah)

Poetry Idiopathic

If ever your life is getting necrosed,

Your dreams inflamed, your thoughts thrombosed,

Then let neoplasia of my wished metastize around you.

May all your troubles and worries

get denervated and dystrophied.

And things pleasing you get hyperplastic,

your happiness get hypertrophied.


Anonymous 

Colgate Smile

I dont like his teeth. I dont like his colgate smile, I dont like his hyena laugh. What reason has he got to smile like that? He has got 16 billion people to look after, a failing economy to tend to, the American forces to combat. He has got the blood on his face of so many people dying daily in his country. He has got people spending their days in nights in candle light, people not getting flour, dying of hunger. He has got a neighbouring country violating the Sindh Water Treaty by building dam on and blocking the water of Chenab. The same country is establishing its intelligence roots in Afghanistan, doing war practices with America in the Arabian sea. What reason has he got to smile? Why does he laugh? Provided the circumstances he should be suffering from insomnia. He should have indigestions, he should be reduced to skin and bone due to worries and tensions and pressure. But no...there he is flourishing and growing blatantly. But then, the people of this country chose him themselves!

Mehfil-e-moseeqi

Now THAT is a 'Mehfil-e-moseeqi'. The singers apart, the best thing about this video is the highly 'musical' audience, capable of understanding every note, every intricacy of the raga. They know the difficult things and they know where to appreciate (thought I've never seen any women audience so deeply indulged and appreciative). Such an audience boosts the performers to do even better.

This particular video is a rare piece. Among the audience I can see Ghulam Ali (singer), Ishfaq Ahmed (writer) and Shaukat Ali (actor) all in their younger forms :p Cant recognize any of the ladies. Amanat Ali Khan on the harmonium, Fatah Ali Khan on the Surmandal, Shaukat Hussain on the tabla. Sarangi and Tanpura players are not visible. Such a rich amalgam of instruments. Raga is Bhairvi (7 flat notes, though I feel slight tinge of teevar rikhab) and the taal is Rupak (7 beats).

Nobel Prize for chemistry 2008

Man...this sure is fun watching the live web cast of the announcement of winners of Nobel Prize. Today were announced the Nobel Prize winners for chemistry. Osamu Shimomura, Martin Chalfie, Roger Y. Tsien were awarded the prize for their discovery and explanation of Green Fluorescent Protein (GFP). The protein was first discovered and isolated from a jelly fish. GFP has a lot of uses. It is basically applied in cell biology, to visualise its contents, and other biological applications.

Thanks to the load shedding I could only watch the fifteen minutes of the press conference. The announcer actually had a culture of E. coli in which the GFP gene was incorporated. When he waved the culture over a UV source it glowed green. Then they showed how HIVs could be visualised inside the lymphocytes using GFP. 

Im excited for the Nobel Prize for literature due to be announced tomorrow :)

Independance day?

I would have woken up on 14th August with refreshed patriotic feelings. I would have watched the independence celebrations on TV, listened to the national songs, watched the people make promises for their country again. I would have answered all the independence greetings messeges on my cell.

But I woke up on 14th August with new dreadful feelings. I watched people crying, listened to laments. I answered the condolence messeges on my cell.

On the eve of 14th August, at midnight a suicide bomber blew himself up at a police station in Iqbal Town Lahore, killing 8 people and injuring so many others. Among those critical was my dear beloved uncle. He suffered extensive brain injuries; a fractured skull, massive subarachnoid and intraventricular bleeding. It damaged his brain stem and for three days he breathed through a ventilator, his heart beat through epinephrine and dopamine. He finally succumbed on the fourth day.

I have seen the faces of dead suicide bombers in newspapers before, with a prize money for those who provide the police with some clue about the bomber's identity. But this particular one was different. I looked at him for a long time.
People read it in the newspaper next morning and went on with their lives. While some felt sorry and some treated the news like a junk email others were just ignorant about it. When I told one of my friends about the blast, he said, 'Oh God....theres been a blast in town?' Well...how can you expect everyone to know; everyones' beloveds werent hurt in the blast.

Life is so unpredictable. Dreams are shattered in an instant. Plans are destroyed, wives get widow, children get orphan in a second, specially when one decides to blow oneself up in a crowd and kill some policemen, a woman who used to sweep the floors, a man who used to sell balloons on the road, a twenty year old guy who had come to return the cell of his friend (he was married and had a daughter by the way) and two friends who had come to the police station to pay the bail of a person and get him out, one of whom was my uncle.

The day he passed away wasnt less than a doomsday; must have been for the family of all those who died so unexpectedly. One cannot even start imagining what must have went through the mother who raised her son and lived with him for fifty two years....fifty two years...it takes two seconds to say and 1.6 billion seconds to pass. The daughters, the sons, brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, nephews, neices, friends, neighbours...yes all cried...invariably. Its not that I havent seen so many people crying on deaths, its just that this time there was no one to condole anyone. Everyone had their loss and everyone felt it...deeply.

Yes, we got a separate country sixty one years back. Yes, we are an independant nation. Atleast we can kill any one we want, any time we want, how much we want.

Guitar and Smelly cat

I dont know if it is just me or happens with everyone else. I JUST WANT TO DO, KNOW AND SEE EVERYTHING. I cant miss a festival, I cant miss a play, I cant miss a hit movie, I want to see the whole world, I want to know more and more. From a bit of sketching to a bit of singing to a bit of harmonium, Ive now laid my hands on a guitar and its really going well (yeah Ive been thinking about learning sitar. And violin. And tabla. O God Iv always liked flute.) Ive been doing some chords lately and Ive come to know that playing guitar comes for a price; the fingers hurt, really bad in the begining. The skin becomes dead by continuous playing and peels off. I can never forget the first chords I played: E major, A major and D major. They are used in a song called 'Smelly cat'. I loved the song the first time I listened it. It was sung by Phoebe in Friends. Il write down the lyrics now and post the video.


Smelly Cat, Smelly cat
what are they feeding you?

Smelly Cat, smelly cat
it's not your fault.

They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses.

Smelly cat, smelly cat
what are they feeding you?

Smelly cat, smelly
cat it's not your fault.

Energy Crisis

The creation of Pakistan does not seem to be as big a miracle as its survival and persistance for the past 60 years. With ever increasing predicaments, from wars to dissection into two pieces, from military coups to assassinations of democratic leaders, from mishandling of the juidiciary to the suicide bombings, the world is talking of the splitting of Pakistan yet again. Energy crisis is just one big problems the nation is facing today caused by a wide gap between the energy demand and supply. Adding to the flour crisis, there has been a threat to many other industries getting shut down.
The biggest contributor to the energy production all over the world is coal (average upto 40 per cent). China produces 75 to 80 per cent of its energy from coal while India produces 55 per cent, US 50 per cent, Germany 48 per cent, Australia 45 and UK 35 per cent.
According to Geological Survey Of Pakistan (GSP) the total coal reserves in Pakistan are estimated to be around 185 billion tonnes out of which 175bn tonnes are in Thar desert. These reserves according to the survey are enough to meet the energy demands for hundreds of years. Very surprisingly Pakistan produces only 0.7 per cent of its total energy from coal. Not only that, the cost of energy production from coal is far less than that of gas. Rs 2.4/kWh from gas as compared to Rs 1.3/kWh from coal. This apparently little difference could save billions of rupees.
I hope our policy makers besides saving their seats realise that this whole crisis is self created and we have a big stock of energy lying in our own backyard.

Dying

Dying must be easier than living without you.

Right and wrong

"Give me a sacred verse, and I can prove both divine will and biological evolution wrong and right. Or give me one of our founder's speeches, and I can prove he was a believer and a kafir."

Uzma Aslam Khan, The Geometry of God

Now some people have really got that ability. Through twists and turns and verbal artistry they can make you believe what THEY want. On the other hand some things are really ambiguous and can be interpreted in both ways lets say the religious scripture. The way we are brought up, we are made to see things from one angle only. Like 'This is right and you have to follow this.' While spending a little time thinking, a number of meanings can be made out. What meaning a person deduces depends on his thinking boundaries and his own benefits. A teacher of mine used to say 'Quran is like a tree; a fruit-seller will look at it for its fruit, a carpenter values its timber, a gardener is concerced with its aesthetic aspect and a scientist will consider its biological processes.' While the same tree can be a hurdle in someones way, lets say for constructing something or to get some sunlight.
Experiencing the extempore style of debates, I found that an equal number of logics and arguments can be brought up in favour of and against the motion. And that really opens your mind up and compels you to think from other points of view. Half of the times you have to prove a point in which you, yourself do not believe and that is when you realise, 'O, I never thought of it like that before.' Now that makes me think that is there no such thing as ABSOLUTE TRUTH? Can nothing be said with absolute certainty? And in the first place does absolute truth really exists?

Alienation

B: "Just tell me one thing, dad, you used to be interested in running and sports etc, so where has this 'Tabla' come from? Ok you tell me, is there anyone like this among the cousins?"

I: "Ask Allah" (Are you by anyway challenging Him?)

Blue Brain

Blue Brain is a project that began in May 2005 in Switzerland. The aim of this project is to simulate the human brain down to the molecular level. By the end of 2006, the team has successfully simulated a rat neocortical column (column: functional unit of brain, 2 x 0.5 mm). A column in rat contains 10,000 neurons. To construct this biologically accurate, functional model of the brain they have used IBM's Blue Gene Supercomputer, considered the most powerful computer in the world. Would this model be able to work like an individual human brain? In their own words: "The Blue Brain project is the first comprehensive attempt to reverse-engineer the mammalian brain, in order to understand brain function and dysfunction through detailed simulations. It is an attempt to reverse engineer the brain, to explore how it functions and to serve as a tool for neuroscientists and medical researchers. It is not an attempt to create a brain. It is not an artificial intelligence project. Although we may one day acheive insights into the basic nature of intelligence and consciousness using this tool, the Blue Brain Project is focused on creating a physiological simulation for biomedical applications."

Feast of Love

Another heart relenting movie. A stimulator of lacrimal glands (and at places sweat glands). Not solving ofcourse but adding more to the intricacies of love. Love will remain a mystery for ever. Following dialogues are worth noting:

* There is a story about the Greek Gods; they were bored so they invented human beings, but they were still bored so they invented love, then they weren't bored any longer. So they decided to try love for themselves. And finally, they invented laughter, so they could stand it.

* Sometimes you don't know you've crossed a line until you're already on the other side. (Does that not occur for the first time only? The second time you know that you are crossing the line.)

* Harry: "Its been lonely for you I know and Im sorry. Theres just the two of us now. One day therell only be one of us. Its an unbearable prospect."
Esther: "Thats why we have to love each other as hard as we can now, while we still have the chance."

* (On the tragic demise of Oscar while his wife, Chloe is pregnant)
Harry: "It was awful wasnt it? Too sad. Unspeakable. God is either dead or he despises us."
Bradley: "You dont really believe that."
Harry: "May be. I just saw a young couple making love. I watched for longer than I should have. I was envious. And then I felt sorry for them. There's so much they don't know. Heartbreak they can't even imagine"
Bradley (sighs) : "Well even if they knew, it would'nt change anything."
Harry: "How so?"
Bradely: "Well, Chloe knew what was gonna happen to Oscar. She went to some psychic lady who predicted the whole thing."
Harry: "She believed her?"
Bradely: "Yes Harry. She did. And she didn't run away. She didn't crawl into a hole. She found them a house and she married him. God doesn't hate us, Harry. If he did, he wouldn't have made our hearts so brave."

* The unexpected is always upon us. And of all the gifts arrayed before me, this one thought at this moment in my life is the most precious. And so, we begin again.

The history of Arain

The only period in life when a person's caste assumes importance is when his parents set out to find a perfect daughter-in-law. A Rajput likes to marry a Rajput, a Butt would want a Butt and a Gujjar would have a Gujjar as life partner [of course we are talking about arranged marriages only. Love is blind; they cant even see that they belong to different castes. lolz]

Years back I asked my grandpa (may he rest in peace and may Allah shower all His blessings upon him) who are we and where we come from. He gave me a book by Ali Asghar Chaudhry entitled Tareekh-e-Araiyan published by Ilmi Kitab Khana, Urdu Bazaar. Its a 7"x10", 627 paged massive book. I never read it completely but it was through it that I came to know my history :) After describing the histroy, this book enlists in detail the Arain families from all over Pakistan and in the end from India. Among the families of Lahore the book names my great great grand uncle and my great great grand father which my grandpa had marked with a pen. (Thank you grandpa, I wish you were here and I could get more from you). I describe it briefly below.

In the Ummayad Dynasty (660-750 AD) there was a city, Areeha which lied on the road from Damascus to Jerusalem (now in modern Israel, close to the Dead Sea). For the protection of Damascus this city had geographical importance. Keeping in mind its importance, such people were given lands in Areeha who belonged to the superior families of Banu Ummayad or who were loyal to the Ummayads. These people were natural fighters, physically the fittest. Their ancestors were adept in wars. Not only they were skilled warriors but they were also good at agriculture. They cultivated the land of Areeha and it flourished. (Areeha is also called Jerico or Yareeho. Areeha is from Areeh which means aroma, Areeha means garden)

When Hajjaj Bin Yousaf decided to send his men to conquer Sindh, six thousand best soldiers were selected from Areeha along with smaller number of soldiers from other parts of Syria. They entered South Asia under the leadership of Muhammad Bin Qasim, defeated Raja Dahir, conquered many parts and introduced Islam in the region. After the death of Hajjaj Bin Yousaf and Caliph Abdul Malik, Caliph Suleman came to power. He had some family conflicts with Hajjaj Bin Yousaf. The new governor took revenge against all who were close to Hajjaj. Suleman owed political support to opponents of Hajjaj and so recalled Hajjaj's successful general Qasim while his men were forced to stay back.

Those who stayed never went back to the present day. Accoding to their origin they were Areehai which later took the form of Arain. After Qasim's return they chose a new leader, continued their attacks on other regions, established their governments in Sindh and Multan regions. Their families started growing in the region. Later a large part of the armies of Mehmood of Ghazni, Muhammad Ghori, Sher Shah Suri and the Mughal Emperors comprised of Arain people.

There are however other theories of the origin of Arain which the book refutes by giving proof. It may not have any significance today but for the sheer knowledge of it, there are four main rankings (not sub-castes) which refer to the wealth held by the Arain namely Mian, Malik, Chaudary, and Mehar. The rankings among Arain are not birthrights (such as those among other castes) and one can freely ascend/descend according to changes in personal wealth. Many gotras or sub-clans of the Arains bear names that indicate soldiering as an occupation. For example: Ramay (archers), Rattay (bloody, red, ferocious fighters), Ramday (red -eyed soldiers), Jatalay (victors), Qutub Shahi: (soldiers or their offspring who accompanied Qutubuddin Aibak), Bahalwan (driver of a chariot) and Bhutto (dwellers of high places).

A study by the Pakistan Journal of Medical Sciences on blood types of the major ethnicities in the Punjab showed that O is the most common blood group (among all ethnicities), except among the Arain where B is most common.

Proud to be an Arain :-D

Anatomy

Good bye anatomy. For the next three years atleast. Though I didnt like you so much but still having passed two solids years with you, I'l miss you. You were tough. And its time you used some contraception; you've got a really big family; gross, general, embryology, histology. Ufff...I dont know how I did ALL that. Anyways Ive got so many memories with you; demonstrators' wrath, professors' revenge, waking nights, one day preps, dissecting those poor dead bodies (I remember their faces), the tinge of formaline penetrating everyones' nose and eyes, the skiagrams, bones, models, dissection hall....just everything. And I can't thank you enough for never disappointing me throughout these two years.

Medical Exams

Just like a wet cloth is twisted to squeez away all water from it, the examiners squeeze us until we are turned and twisted and all dry.

Just a glance

Another poem by Amir Khusro, sung by many singers.

Chhap tilak sab cheen li ray mosay naina milaikay.
Prem bhatee ka madhva pilaikay
Matvali kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay …
Bal bal jaaon mein toray rang rajwa
Apni see kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiye
Mohay Suhaagan keeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Chhap tilak sab cheen li ray mosay naina milaikay

(I found this translation somewhere)
You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me by just a glance;
I give all my life to you, I want to be like you,
You’ve dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You’ve made me your bride, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.

Empress in waiting

"Her lips were pale, as though she had not slept - or perhaps she had been crying. I thought in that moment that she looked older, more elegant; she had an element of that beauty which only age can confer upon a woman, and I imagined I was catching a glimpse of the Erica she would one day become. Truly, I thought, she is an empress-in-waiting!"

Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist

A woman only gets beautiful with age.

Forgive me

Please forgive me. I cant stop loving you. I tried, I swear I did.

Mango, mustard and beloved

I came across this beautiful piece by the sufi saint Amir Khusro. The poetry itself is ecstatic. Flowers, basant, yellow mustard, happiness, this poem describes the arrival of spring season. The composition by Sabri brothers was an extra treat.

Sakal bun phool rahi sarson
Umbva phutay, tesu phulay
Koyal bolay daar daar
Aur gori karat singhaar,
Malaniyan gadhwa lay aayin karson,
Sakal bun phool rahi sarson
Tarah tarah kay phool lagaaye,
Lay gadhwa haathan mein aaye.
Nijamudin kay darwazay par,
Aawan keh gaye aashaq rung,
Aur beet gaye barson.
Sakal bun phool rahi sarson.

Its difficult to convey the same meaning in any other language but Ive tried a rough translation. (Just the words sarson and mustard evoke different thoughts in mind)

The mustard flowers bloom in every field,
Mango buds sprout, and tesu yield;
The cuckoo chirps from branch to branch,
And the maiden puts her make-up and jewellery,
The gardener-girls have brought bouquets.
Planted flowers of all kinds,
Brought bouquets in our hands
To the door of Nizamudin
My beloved went away promising to come back,
But years have passed since that.
The mustard flowers bloom in every field.

Woman's body

Hearing my friends discuss the depressions and elevations of some woman celebrity today, I remembered Mohsin Hamid:

"It is remarkable, I must say, how being in Pakistan heightens one's sensitivity to the sight of a woman's body."

The reluctant fundamentalist


:-D

Benazir Bhutto

With all those French, Polish, Spanish and Swiss charges of money laundering against her, her 1.5 billion dollar assets and statements like "We will hand over AQ Khan to America" and "We will allow Americal troops to find Osama in Pakistan", Benazir was never my favourite. I never liked her coming back, I hated the NRO. But what happened yesterday never ever crossed my mind. The news had me moved quite a lot. Its another national tragedy in the history of Pakistani politics. Her father was hanged in the same city. The first Prime Minister Liaqat Ali Khan was assassinated in the same place as where she was addressing people, hence the name Liaqat Bagh (formerly it was called Company Bagh). And its not just her, so many other innocent lives that have gone waste, so many other lives that will be wasted in the coming days in protests. Pakistan has never been stable politically since its creation. Will it ever be? Its all a game of gaining power. Leaders killing, sacking, sending to exile each other. They shouldnt be called leaders by the way if it is just power that they strive for. And the common people, well they have never been a matter of interest at higher levels.

People responsible for her assassination can possibly be:

*The Chaudhrys and the remains of Zia ul Haq as she had said herself that they wanted her removed. (In which the government administration stands responsible too...how did the assassin manage to get through the security gates with weapons and bomb unnoticed? In that case it all seems pre planned)

*The family of her brother Mir Murtaza, who believed that she was responsible for Murtaza's killing.

*Islamic millitants who might have wanted her removed because of her pro American views.

*Other anti Pakistani forces who wanted to destabilise the country even more.

Will we ever be able to stop this blood shed? Will the transfer of power be ever smooth in Pakistan? I think Pakistan needs a complete revolution. Thats the only solution. A strong dedicated person taking over everything and putting the country on the right path.

Tala Chandrika

This is a cycle of 8 1/2 beats. Ive never heard this tala anywhere else. The raga is more common. Its the pentatonic Megh, the monsoon raga.

Gender inequality?

Ever wondered why the great scientists, philosophers, musicians and painters are mostly male? All you can come up is a feminist view that women are not given enough chances. They are suppressed and harassed and maltreated by men. However I found out a fact which might as well be another reason.

*Males have 26 billion neurons in their neocortex while females have only 19 billion (Neocortex is a part of brain that is involved in higher functions such as sensory perception, generation of motor commands, spatial reasoning, conscious thought, and language)

*Males have more grey matter in their brain while females have more white matter (Grey matter consists of the neurons while the white matter is just the nerve fibres)

(from My Brilliant Brain, National Geographic Channel)


P.S. Im not a masculist or something but a fact is a fact. Sorry ladies :-)

Goats

A goat might not be the mans best friend but some of them certainly love human beings. They need to see a man all the time. The moment they cant see any person near by they start bleating no matter how many other goats they have to their company. You are lucky if you get such a goat on Eid? Might be. But only before the Eid day. To see such a goat being slaughtered infront of your eyes will certainly hurt you. I really hate this animal slaughtering.
The Eid day passed as usual. Molvi sahab's sermon at the Eid prayer was interesting. Referring to the mobile ring tones he said, "masjidon main likha honay k bawajood mobile bol partay hain...yani namaz k doran moseeki...tobah astaghfirullah...ab to logo ne alarms bhi moseeki walay lagaye hotay hain (that was astonishing to him and his astonishment made me astonish) ...main science k khilaf nahi laikin jithay v jao ae science bol paindi ae..chahay banda so raha ho ya kaheen or ho (he was so dumb and could not even realise that it was solely due to science that his voice was audible to that gathering of thousands) ...ye moseeki musalmano ka sheva nahi hai...sab bhai hath ooper karain or kahain k ainda moseeki or ganay walai bell nahi sunain gay" I was among those who did not raise their hands.
No wonder why we cant progress. I mean these molvis can be a great help to bring a social change. No other person gets so frequent a chance to address a large gathering of people. They could discuss social/political matters at the sermons. They could talk about the upcoming elections. They could advise us to cast our votes. They could talk about the flour shortage in the markets, the loadshedding, the high prices. They could talk about the suicide bombings. They could talk about international issues. What does music has to do with all that? If they think that discarding music will automatically reform everything then I think they are living in a fool's paradise. The country's state can change if all the molvis start taking part in the country's development programs.

Ismail Gulgee

The reknowned painter, sculptorist of Pakistan found dead yesterday along with his wife and a servant in his Karachi residence. He was 81. He started painting when he was studying engineering in Columbia and Harvard Universities, USA. He was comissioned to paint a portrait of King Zahir Shah of Afghanistan. He also painted the Chinese premier Zhou Enlai, Prince Karim Agha Khan, Queen Fara Diba of Iran and President Ayub Khan of Pakistan. Then his interest grew in calligraphy and sculptors, and introduced inovative ideas. He made sculptors of bronze, marble and other precious stones.

A deep sigh is all I can react to this.

More music quotes

"Music, music above all, the rest is literature."

Paul Verlaine, French poet.

"If music be the food of love, play on."

William Shakespear

"A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy"

Albert Einstein

Lucky wife

"Your wife will be very lucky to have you"

Now that three separate people have said this to me, I really believe it :-D

Raga Tilak Kamod

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A rare raga and one of my favourites. I am really impressed at the way this lady has rendered it. Exceptionally beautiful.