Leila, 81, continues to strive for welfare of society



Leila seth is reading her own book 




Leila seth with her husband



Leila Seth has proved herself at every stages of life. She is among those people who dare to go against the tide to accomplish their goals. Despite being 81-year-old, Leila continues to work for the welfare of society with enthusiasm.

A resident of Sector 15, Noida, she is not only professionally acclaimed but has also given the best for her family and still continues to do the same. She was first woman Chief Justice of a High Court in India and first woman judge of Delhi High Court. She also topped London Bar examination just three months after giving birth to her youngest son.

Completed Bachelors from Calcutta University
She was born in Lucknow and did her schooling from Larato Convent school, Darjeeling and completed her Bachelors in English from Calcutta University. Leila's father died when she was just 11-year-old and this incident changed her life to a great extent. She got married in her twenties and always wanted to go abroad for higher studies and her dream came true when her husband Premo got posted in England.

Sometimes, we take prompt actions and they turn out with best results and the same thing happened with Leila Seth. She got enrolled herself in a law school just because there was no requirement of regular attendance in that course. She took it seriously.

'Premo is my pillar of strength'
"I have brought up my three kids in a well manner and they are now one of the most interesting young people. None of them do a nine to five job and they are very happy and successful. It was not that easy for me to handle them during my studies and work. My husband Premo is my pillar of strength and has always motivated me," said Leila Seth."Initially, I struggled a lot to prove myself as there is a male dominating society in India and there were only few women in this profession," she added.

Worked with many NGOs
Apart from judiciary, Leila Seth worked with many national and international NGOs too. She was the chairperson of the executive committee of the Commonwealth Human Rights Initiative, New Delhi and a member of the World Commission on Ethics of Scientific Knowledge and Technology, which was established by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation.

'Education is key to prosperity'
She also worked as a chairperson of MARG (Multiple Action Research Group) in South Delhi. Through workshops, seminars and books, she increased legal literacy among women immensely. "Not just women's legal literacy, education in general is always my first concern. Education is the key to prosperity, enjoyment and the way to avoid any kind of prejudice," said Leila Seth. Her contribution for the welfare of the society never stops, presently she is an active member of Help Age India organisation, which works for the welfare of senior citizens. She is also a board member in various schools and colleges.
As her son Vikram Seth, she has also written two books 'On balance' and 'We the children of India'.

http://www.jagrancityplus.com/city-news/leila-81-continues-to-strive-for-welfare-of-society_1295606699.html

Teasta for pure teaholics




Bored of sipping tea at your place or at numerous other tea shops at every nook and cranny of the city and still searching for great tasting teas crafted to suit your palate? Try 'Teasta', one of the most prominent tea shops in the city, which claims to offer wide variety of teas to the 'teaholics'.

The tea Shop at Godavari market in Sector 37 has become one of the most popular hangout places in Noida these days where one can sit and enjoy tea with delicious handmade cookies. Not only tea, but one can also go for coffee, sandwiches and momos. "It's a good place to relax and have a sip of tea. Generally, I go there with my friends and spend hours," said Aditya Aggarwal, a college student.

This shop offers you a wide variety of teas which include Kashmiri kahwa, Sor-tib tibetian tea and ginsing tea with Chinese herbs. Green tea, Darjeeling tea, lemon tea, orange tea and jasmine tea are also available here which are from the best tea gardens of Assam and Darjeeling.

It is a small shop and has been run for fifteen years by Capt (Retd) Vijay Mehra and his wife, who are the residents of the same sector. "After retirement, I worked in a tea plantation firm in West Bengal and learned the whole process of making tea. Then I moved to Noida and initially started my own tea shop in my garage but at that time it was very difficult for me to find the customers as people were not so much aware about the varieties of tea. It took me more than two years to educate them about the whole process of brewing tea," said Vijay Mehra, Retd Capt.

Around 200 people daily visit the shop. Tea prices are very reasonable and range from Rs 15 to 45. You can also buy tea leafs from the shop which cost around Rupees 50-170 for 250 gm."It is quite popular among the young crowd, they come here to sip and chat. Green tea without sugar and milk is the first choice of the customers and some also prefer ginger ice tea even in this chilly winter," added Mehra.

http://www.jagrancityplus.com/city-news/teasta-for-pure-teaholics_1295241532.html

छोटी सी जिंदगी ...

 जिंदगी ये छोटी सी

 इम्तिहानो की लड़ी सी,

 पल भर में सेलाब भी

 तो  खुशियों की टोली भी....

 चंचल ये हवा सी

 ठहरती ना कभी कही,

 चलती ये बिना रुके

 समय के साथ ही...

 हर दिन नए रंग में

 खेल ये अनेक रचे,

 जितना भी समझो इसे

 उतना ये डूबा ले चले...

 कोई कहे माया है, 

 कोई  कहे जाल  है,

 जरा सा तुम सभल  कर

 भाग दोड़ में जरा सा बचकर

 छोटी सी है ये  जिंदगी

 जी लेना बस इसे तुम खुलकर....

Are we alone here ???



Picture clicked at Old Delhi



"we are born alone, we live alone, we die alone.Only through our love and friendship we can create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." 

somewhere i read this...

वहम...

पागलपन की बीमारी है मुझे
वहम है?
मुझे तो है..
चाँद पर घर बनाऊगी
आकाश में पंख लहराऊगी
वहम है?
मुझे तो है..
नाचूगी परियो संग
गाऊगी भवरो संग
वहम है?
मुझे तो है..
पैसो का पेड लगाऊगी
फिर ख़रीदारी करने  जाऊगी
वहम है?
मुझे तो है..
एक पल में जिन्दगी जी है 
अच्छी नोकरी है
लाखो में कमाती हूँ
वहम है?
मुझे तो है..
अच्छा चलिए
कुछ अच्छी सी बात करते है...
क्या आपने कभी सपने देखे है???
मैंने साकार किये है
वहम है? तो है..
मुझे तो है और अब आप मुझे टोकिये मत
निकाल लेने दीजिये अपने वहमो की पोटली को....




ये आदमी भी कितना अनोखा जीव है ?
कितना ?
तुम नहीं जानते ?
नहीं 
वहम है तुम्हारा 
हा है,लेकिन तुम हो कौन भाई ?
तुम नहीं जानते?
नहीं?
वहम हूँ तुम्हारा....

Ten minutes of stardom

Surbhi’s surprise birthday party. Ankita calling. LOSER! COME FAST (she loves to call me by that name).

Thanks to the Metro, I made it to Tilak Nagar in time enough; otherwise, she would have killed me. No sooner did I reach there than I forgot the address and called Ankita to check. She guided me to take an auto from there, and said it’d charge me 40 bucks. I soon spotted one, with its driver turbaned and tall. I asked him, “Bhaiyya, Bhagat Singh Hospital chaloge? Predictably, he answered with a “Yes madamji, challenge, par 50 rupees lagenge”.

I, of course, I wasn’t settling for a raw deal. I started, “Bhaiyya, main daily jaati hoon, 40 lagte hain. Kyun paagal bana rahe ho mujhe?” I had the urge to tell him that he’d better not fool someone from the media. But only ended up talking about how much we’d worked for their fraternity when they’d gone on an auto strike. I thought he would ask me about my profession then, but he didn’t ask anything. Anyway, there was little choice, so I got in.

He was driving silently, and I was sitting quietly, as we had already spoken much during our arguments. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Ankita. I picked up the call, and said, “Yes, Charlie 123 …”. We talked for 5 minutes about what to do next, who will arrange for the cake, and signed off with an ‘over and out’.

Finally, the auto wallah broke his silence. His lips curved into a wide, knowing smile, and he said, “Madam kya aap Delhi Police mein ho?” I played along. “Haan, lekin aapko kaise pata chala?” I remembered I hadn’t told him this; I’m not one of those who’d flaunt their job. Meanwhile, I was wondering if he was trying to fool me again. Did that one silly phone-sign cause him to believe what he did? Even if I wasn’t in uniform or didn’t have the jaat accent typical of the police?

He said with full confidence, “Madam, hum bhi cheaz koi chhoti nahi hain … chhoti chhoti batein hum bhi pakad lete hain. Police waalon ka favourite word hai ye over n out, Charli 123 ...” and he continued talking. “Madam, Police waalon ko hamne bade karib se dekha hai … hamara toh roz ka kaam kai unko tackle karna, mera bhanja bhi constable hai madam.” Don’t ask me how I managed to control my laughter, or amazement.

Somewhere, though, I was still not sure if he had really thought that I was from the police. I thought it was his great trick to self amusement, maybe. But I went on, telling him stories of how I had cracked IPS and thought it was a difficult exam, and yet cleared it and became an additional ACP. I told him I have my own police car, but like to travel by auto.

He asked me, “Madam, kaun sai thane mein baithte ho?” I replied, “I’m posted at the PHQ (Police Head Quarters), and today, I took a day off just to enjoy with my family. I also told him that when on duty, always commuted by auto, free of cost, but he was lucky that I was not in my uniform that particular day. He was on cloud nine.

He was ready with his next question. “Madam agar mujhe koi problem hogi toh kya main apse milne aa sakta hoon PHQ?” I said yes, of course, anytime.

That ten minute journey seemed funner than the funnest ones I had. Soon, he pulled over at my destination. I asked, “Kitna hua bhaiyya?” As if bestowed with a great honour, he replied, “Madam, bas meter down karne ke 20 rupai de do.” It was only then that I realized that he wasn’t joking; there was no sarcasm in his witticism. I gave him the money, he shook my hand, and we parted.

I laughed like anything for another half an hour. My friends still continue to.

Daring to dream

ILLUSION AND THE REALITY
Picture clicked at C.P.

It hurts most when you feel disillusioned
U cry, u scream, u shout
Try every possible way
To hold your shattered dreams
The dreams of your ambition
But when reality touches illusion
You wake up to the reality of the world
And your disillusionment snaps in no time
U feel helpless, disheartened
But that’s what makes you stronger
Everyone gives you hope, assurance
That makes you happy for a moment
But after a few seconds, u feel betrayed
No one can feel the same pain as u do
It’s just you who can translate your dreams in to reality.