aie ho meri zindagi mein tum bahar ban kay

I love old desi songs. When I was little my mom used to always play this song in the car. I always thought he was singing, “You came into my life like a mountain.” I always thought of the song meaning that someone came into his life like a mountain and was his strength. The word in the song is actually not bahr (mountain) but bahar (spring). Sometimes I like to listen to the song with my fake meaning and sometimes I like to think of the love coming in like springtime.





Here is at translation that I found online and modified somewhat but unfortunately it does not capture the poetry of the original by a long shot.


aaye ho meri zindagi mein tum bahaar banke 

You came into my life disguised as the spring

mere dil mein yuun hi rahana, tum pyaar pyaar ban ke

Stay in my heart just like this forever, having become love, love itself!


aankhon mein tum base ho sapne hazaar banke

You are fixed in my eyes, the answer to a thousand dreams


mere dil mein yuun hi rahana tum pyaar pyaar banke

Stay in my heart just like this forever, having become love, love itself!

ghuunghat mein har kali thi, rangon mein na dali thi
Each flower bud was veiled, it had yet to blossom


na shokh thi havaaein, na khushbu man chali thi
And the winds did not have any life, nor were they fragrant


aaya hai ab ke mausam kaisa khumar banke
Now what an intoxicating season has come upon us!



mere dil mein yuun hi rahana tum pyaar pyaar banke
Stay in my heart just like this forever, having become love, love itself!

aaye ho mere zindagi mein tum bahaar banke

You came into my life disguised as the spring



man ka nagar tha khaali, suukhi padi thi dali

The city of my spirit was empty: the branches lay dry and withered,



holi ke rang phike, benuur thi diwaali

The colors of Holi faded, Diwali was lightless



rimjhim baras pade ho tum to phuhaar ban ke

You became the rain, and pattered down…

mere dil mein yuun hi rahana tum pyaar pyaar banke
Stay in my heart just like this forever, having become love, love itself!

aaye ho mere zindagi mein tum bahaar banke
You came into my life disguised as the spring


aankhon mein tum base ho sapne hazaar banke 

You are fixed in my eyes, the answer to a thousand dreams



mere dil mein yuun hi rahana tum pyaar pyaar banke
Stay in my heart just like this forever, having become love, love itself!

a day at the lavender farm

When someone asks you if you want to go to a lavender farm, you just say yes. Last week, my friend Zahra picked me up and we went on an adventure to pick some lavender at Seven Oaks Lavender Farm. Here are some pictures for you to enjoy.
It felt so quaint to pull up to this charmer. 
These girls are ready to pick some lavender in the 100 degree weather. 
This guy was only $10. It was so hard not to bring him home.
I love how I feel a world away in VA.
Can you smell it?
Making some progress.
Butterflies come rest on you at the lavender farm.
Queen Anne’s Lace.
A hard day’s work well rewarded. 
We ended the trip to the lavender farm with a good old run through the sprinklers. Life on the farm is so good.

Happy Independence Day!

Real patriotism is eating these guys today.

When I was quite young, I would often go to Pakistan. I remember standing in airports and begging my mom to let me hold my own passport. The times that she did, I would hold it with both hands with the face side up so everyone could see that I was from America. Even though I didn’t understand everything it meant, I knew that it was something special because I always heard people in Pakistan talking about how they wanted to move there. They would have looks of fascination on their faces as they asked me about how the roads were, what kinds of food I ate and what I did in school.

When I started college, it was the fall of 2001. Soon into my undergraduate education, our country changed forever. My friends ranted about American foreign policy, In our name, Bush invaded Afghanistan and soon thereafter we were in Iraq. In those years, I learned to dissent. I no longer held my passport with pride and rather than flash it in airports, I kept it tucked away until the moment I was at the customs desk. Although I didn’t go as far as telling people I was Canadian, the only time I spoke up about my country was to speak against the actions of my government.

 It was years later that I was able to appreciate that the blind outrage some have for our country is as destructive as the blind patriotism I have always been quick to despise. Our country is struggling because it is involved in unjust foreign policy, it doesn’t provide a living wage and it denies basic civil liberties to so many of its citizens. Our country is beautiful because we have freedom to dissent, because it allows for social mobility, it is full of opportunity, it is diverse and it is aspiring. Adali Stevenson said, “Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.” I love America and because I love it, I want it to be something better than we could have ever dreamed for it to be. It has come a long way and now it is the work of our generation to find some way in which each of us can, in our own tranquil and steady way, help make it something even more beautiful.

are you too busy? part II

via NYT.

A while ago, I wrote about how people think they are too busyToday, my friend sent me this great article from the NY Times that does a great job of talking about the issue in more depth.


Two of my favorite passages:

They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence.”


“(She once ruefully summarized dating in New York: “Everyone’s too busy and everyone thinks they can do better.”) What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality — driven, cranky, anxious and sad — turned out to be a deformative effect of her environment.”

I am fortunate because I know some really happy people and some really unhappy people and these people transcend all spheres of life. Some live in cities, some live in the suburbs, some are single and some are in relationships. These people teach me how to be happy and unhappy. I think its easy to say that happiness is a choice that we make each day. While I believe that is true, the choice is not just to be happy. The choice is to decide what our priorities are and to live a life that honors that or to do the things that will make us happy. When we are sincere to ourselves and those around us, then our life can expand infinitely. We must be brave to be happy.

Nietzshe wore, “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” 


I think our lives are so busy because we have bought into this idea that happiness comes from traditional notions of success. Having a certain job, having a certain relationship, having a certain home or car. And all these things come with the pressure of a time stamp. Have a degree(s), get a prestigious scholarship, earn a high paying job, own an extravagant home, have a blissful marriage, maybe a baby on the way and all before you are 30! Because when you turn 30, its all over.

The business problem bothers me so much because it is married to all these other archaic notions and ideologies of happiness and success that my peer group has so blindly accepted without questioning whether these things are right from them.