The beej Ankure elucidation

"बीज अंकुरे अंकुरे, ओल्या मातीच्या कुशीत

कसे रुजावे बियाणे, माळरानी खडकात?

बीजा हवी निगराणी, हवी मायेची पाखर

लख्ख प्रकाश निर्मळ, त्यात कष्टाचा पाझर

हवी अंधारल्या रात्री, चंद्रकिरणांची साथ

कसे रुजावे बियाणे, माळरानी खडकात?

अंकुराचे होता रोप, होई रोपट्याचे झाड

मुळ्या रोवुन रानात, उभे राहील हे खोड

निळ्या आभाळाच्या खाली, प्रकाशाचे गीत गात

कसे रुजावे बियाणे, माळरानी खडकात?"

नाही झाला महावृक्ष, जरी नसे कल्पतरु

फुलाफळांचा त्यावरी, नाही आला रे बहरु

क्षणभरी विसावेल वाटसरु सावलीत

कसे रुजावे बियाणे, माळरानी खडकात?"

Hello, dear readers.

This is Nehal Yadav. After delaying this blog for almost 6 months and pestering my mother every morning to suggest a name, I was finally made to sit down on my laptop

(she snatched my phone, man that woman puts a lot of effort in me.Love her energy) by my mother because she wants this blog more than me at this point of time given the amount of effort she put in for suggesting the name and the basic theme. Instead of explaining the premise of the name "beej ankure" I can sit and brag about the lady sitting right beside me, watching a video titled "Child psychology GK quiz" (When she used the microphone to search for the same, I looked at her with adoration in my eyes.) One of the prime reasons for starting this blog was because of the idiosyncratic family I live with. I know for a fact that personal blogs can emerge as narcissistic in nature but I promise you this isn't one of them. Initially, I told my mum that I wanted to name this blog "Adhering to the Single Malt" and, to be really honest, her beautiful  concerning stare was enough for me to eradicate my thought crime in the memory hole (1984 reference y'all, acchi kitaab hai padh lena).

"Adhering to the single malt" was my favorite title because it popped up in my mind on a very surreal and beautiful night. My papa offered me this rich carafe of inebriant gifted

to him by a dear friend and as the ritual goes we both turned philosophical, the conversation was so delightful I crack up every time I recall the moment. The conversation went like this:

me: papa aap na aap na kangaroo ho!!!ho aap kangaroo

papa: kangroo kyun?

me: aap kangroo mumma jaisa humko bachake rakhte ho duniya se. so that we are always protected and pampered.

papa: toh isme galat kya hai hun main kangaroo!!!

me: aree sher bano papa. Let us go around the jungle and learn and fail and learn and fail taki jeena seekh jaye

papa: aree toh maine kab roka, bus mujhe rehne do aaju baju dur mat jaoo

me: *sobs 

papa: haan hun main kangaroo

 

Now that I think of it, I realize the depth of the conversation all thanks to that 6000 rupees single malt beverage we consumed that night. I call this the "kangaroo monologue."

It sounds stupid, just like every other late night conversation, but highly philosophical. 

Coming to the part "WHY BEEJ ANKURE". beej ankure is the name of the title track of a 

DD national show "GOTYA". I've already mentioned the song's lyrics. My mother loved the show, so did my papa. It's about this kid named Gotya who is very studious and loves his grandmother. Aside from the fact that he was an orphan, his overall personality is similar to mine, as explained by my mother, and the name beej ankure refers to a growing seedling,which has a correlation to the origin of my name, Nehal. Nehal (Persian:, pronounced nhl,) is a popular name in the Middle East. The name's literal meaning is a "newly planted tree." So yeah, this is why.. the Namkaram was so extensive, isn't it?

For me, this place will be a safe heaven or a thought bin. Its very evident that very few will actually click the link and come and read it so its gratifying and peaceful.

Most of my daily conversations has me in the listening department and everyone else in the speaking department. It is so fascinating to know how much people can 

speak about themselves without caring to ask you about you. I have always been a good listener, hence people come to me with their stories and It's truly an alluring feeling to know that they can confide in me. All the stories are securely guarded in my chambers of secrets. But coming to the part of expressing

myself this is the very place I will be doing it now. Oh, I see the narcissistic angle now, but in any case, there should be some place where you can talk about yourself .

Yes, Beejankure is the place for me. I derive inspiration from my blog guruji Vikram Grewal (google him if y'all don't know him, he's quite a character). His blog Besankahalwa is 

my go to happy place . Also thanks to Shubhangi, my mum, Shaheen, Shris, and Aakansha for constantly poking me to start a blog of my own. I really hope 

that this journey will be rewarding and congenial, and in the process, I hope to learn to express my thoughts, emotions, my weird hobbies, likes, dislikes, and every discourse of my life that is fascinating enough to share. Peaceout, amigos!!

Let's do thisssss!!!!!!!!!!