DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 3

THE MANGO LEAVES

Mango leaves are hung at the entrance signifying purity

THE SWEETS AND OTHER FOOD ITEMS (PRASAD)
'atharsa'(the pic below shows it.) -it is neccessary , udad ka laddo (bengal gram sweet),

mysore pak(also prepared by south indians ), banana or any fruit and

as water for God the Ganga water with tulsi leaves (normally ganga water isnt available so normal water)

THE GOD

KALASH (containing the coconut and the brass pot) is decorated with lotus , rose, turmeric plant , mango leaves n flower garland, especially we decorate with jewels signifying wealth.

THE "POOJA "
Pooja is done by reciting slokas, mantras, and lighting diya , agarbattis ( scent sticks).

atlast we also burn sursurvati ( electric sparklers) to signify happiness and brightness.

THE MATKAS (SMALL POTS)

When DHANLAKSHMI POOJA is done to worship Goddess of wealth, matkas filled with 'dhan' are kept signifying full felged wealth with "good deed '(flowers are kept on the dhan)

'dhan' are made of rice.

matkas are kept always in odd numbers..1.3.5.7....

THE CRACKERS
Crackers are burnt just to signify hapiness and brightness in life.It is burnt by the holy fire (light of the lamp made of brass.)

-HARITHA SINGH

DO COMMENT ON HOW YOU LIKED THE DESCRIPTION OF POOJA.

ENJOY!!!

BYE.

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 2

AND THE CANDLES OF HAPPINESS..

THE ARRAY OF HOPES

THE GODDESS

THE 'PHOOLJADDI'
CRACKERS !!!

DEAR VISITORS IF U BURST CRACKESR THEN STOP

BECAUSE UR BURNING UR OWN FUTURE...

GUYS BE PRACTICAL OR ATLEAST SELFISH..

SAVE UR FUTHER GENERATION !!!!!

next volume about 'pooja '

Interesting for those who wanna know the rajput culture..
-HARITHA SINGH

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!!! volume 1

SHOPPING...SEE THE RUSH

OH GOD!!!

THE DIYA

THE DECORATIONS..

(well d pre-said creativity lies here)

observe the too snaps arent they same yet different..!!

yeap the below one is taken by the negative mode of the camera

n see the effect..it looks as if someone has blow painted on a single-lined sheet

-HARITHA SINGH

happy diwali to all my blog visitors and friends

next week i shall post in ma pics of diwali with some creativity..

dear visitors, do read ma previous i.e the post i typed in at the starting year of the blog..i would appreciate it.
ur pal,

Haritha Singh

MY OWN FAVOURITE...WHENEVER I FOLLOWED THOSE FOOTPRINTS..

heya guys...this poem very close to ma heart... i believe it has been my situation whenever i have supported the truth...but still i follow those footprints of honesty... do read the poem n comment...ur friend....Haritha Singh

There were days when I sensed the threat,
I felt as if I was in grievous depth.

Every time I splintered and descended,
Slept on the bed of unconsciousness,
Thoroughly I died as if I never existed,
And nor my eyes noticed the spirit of placidness.

Daunted was I with those haunting and intolerable shouts,
And all the colourful lines ceased into dark spots.

Swollen heart was in my unavailing body,
And my pulses always tuned songs shadowy.


Tortured were my thoughts,
Could hear only those undesirable mourns,
Could see all pair of eyes in doubt,
Was caught in a dark narrow alley showing no dawn.

It was very rare to feel such things,
But still unable was I to handle those poking instincts.

The lane on which I travelled,
Had many other lanes adjacent.
Several friends of mine travelled on those lanes,
Many following each other in the past, future and present.


But when I switched on my flickering lights of consciousness,
I observed just one person in front.
Running towards him I put forth my question in avidness,
“Friend, why am I feeling so exhausted, about me.. Why people are ignorant?”

Smiling he answered “dear, you are travelling on the path of truth”
I was surprised with his answer.
Again I questioned him rubbing my eyes with eager,” who are you?”
“I am the person who is followed by few,
Dear! I am honesty- your preacher “

I turned back and saw no one,
Hugging him tight, I fell deep in my soul own.

Whenever I followed his footprints,
I realized the pain pf putting my words in print.
But still I am happy once I cross those lanes,
As honesty holds my hands when I feel lame.

Whenever I follow his footprints,
I feel the strength of being alone…
-

HARITHA SINGH

The peaceful sunset

The famous ISCKON Temple

AND........

THE CAMERA EFFECTS

-HARITHA SINGH

TWO SIDES OF MUMBAI!!!

SEE THE SPEED ON THE ROAD OF MUMBAI

AND THE OTHER SIDE OF MUMBAI

THE CALM N PEACEFUL ONE

-PICS CLICKED BY

HARITHA SINGH

BY MY IMAGINATIVE BRUSH...

See I have vision enchanting,
Rammed with all love and care depictings.
Its though my imagination,
I feel the goodness of life.
I can reach a beautiful destination,
Without any doubt or explanation.
Today, I saw a cupid in the cloud,
And yesterday a sorcerous world.
I don’t know when this vision becomes true,
And when the mankind becomes shrew.
I have supposed myself to be always new,
New in all directions and so abiding by now.
My imagination has no bounds,
And absolutely has no grounds.
I never sense solitude as I have my Lilliputian friends,
And feel ever-creative while designing my own trends.
No appreciation, no competition,
I have no moment which is bland.
I can take flight with my own wings,
Enjoy dangling on the sky-roofed swing.
Blimey! The elf’s straying around my head,
And those talking dolls on my bed.
My life is so splendid and fresh,
All due to my imaginative brush…!!

-HARITHA SINGH

VIVID KNOWN

When I stood one day for the prayer,
Stranger fleeting behind me, I sensed.
A calm wind whisked by my heart,
Felt as if a known went apart.

On my birthday, a gift I received,
From a far relative of mine, after long time of depart.
On the greeting card was written those words,
I still remember…”for the cute sis and bro”.
I was dismayed to read those,
And a thought provoked in the course.

In the Elysian time by almighty,
Were the meeting with the unknown occurred…
Amazingly, he looked same as me,
A cute smile, chubby cheeks and those silky hair ,
Only one thing different was the glittery cover.
I tried to communicate to him,
Tried to feel his heartbeat and blood…
But I just blinked by eyes and he vanished.

He peeped so caringly,
Felt my sadness more intensely…I knew.
He sung songs of my feelings and emotions,
Then I realized that he is my own ,without any notions.

A matured question stroked my mind,
I asked my mother –kind.
She explained me the connection of the soul and me,
He was no one but my dead twin brother.

Tears of mine fell on his heart,
He stood aside me for hours.
He never held me or hugged me ,
But still he shared a bound apart.
Ya, he is a vivid known,
World doesn’t know that he is my own- my twin soul
-HARITHA SINGH

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