Author: baqir shameem

Not only one but many https://videopress.com/v/e5IsdfCP?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Yesterdays golf outing under the ubearable hot sun and the journey to the beach plus the pure, refreshing and the light breeze did have their effect, I dozed off The Ocean was least bothered nor were the visitors https://videopress.com/v/uEPQdLiX?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true https://videopress.com/v/e61u6fYy?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true The children as usual were busy playing in the… Continue reading Rehoboth Beach – Soothing & Pleasant →

(Picture by Jafar Shameem) Main khouf se farigh (free) hoon, iss ehsass (feeling) se khouf hota hai Zindagi mein khouf ne na choda peecha,  kya ab khouf mujhe chodh sakta hai Paidaish ke dauran tha main bekhouf, khaouf mein thhe Waldein aur ilm amraaz naswan (gynecologist)  Waqt guzra Samajh ne jab gher liya, ibtida ho gaya… Continue reading Khouf →

With Net Flix and Prime Video doling out pelethora of a mixed vriety of movies I normally avoid the multiplexes, unless the Titanic or its genre are screened in them. My aversion to animation movies is a sore issue with my grandchildren Eshan and Ayaan; in various debates I have been a victim of their… Continue reading Movie Review: Inside Out 2 →

(Picture by Jafar Shameem) Intezar gham ka kabhi nahi hota hai Intezar mein hi basa rehta hai gham Her intezar ka asar sab per padta hai Intezar ki Ghadiyon mein ho jaati hain ankhen nam Dil ki dhadhkano ki raftar badal jaati hai Na hota hai Mehsoos koi khushi ya gham Cha jaata hai ghair… Continue reading Intezar →

Simba and his ball Unfortunately not a cricket or a golf ball! May have joined him inspired by the World Cup (WC) T20 and the PGA Championdhip presently in full swing! Let him alone to try out his skills. https://videopress.com/v/SIuxtpdE?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Tired he took a breather on the deck. I followed him. And as always admired… Continue reading WC T20 & the Boiled Eggs →

a I love choclates and am fortunate that I have no dearth of suppliers, who out of their sweet concern source them to me regularly. I recieve them from my brothers and sister in India and my Betis (daughters) from countries they were born. Recently Tehmina Beti, my son Jafar's wife, fetched it from Hawai,… Continue reading “Syttende Mai” →

For me, home cooked food is fine and Bahadur’s cooking is good. However, here in Seattle I am in a minority as both my granddaughters, Yameena and Serena, have a different view; to them restaurant food is preferable and they do have their favored joints. Last Saturday for breakfast on Serena’s choice we journeyed to… Continue reading An Omlet Story →

While in Seattle I saw Serena (I am her Dada) busy with sketching randomly. I liked her art work and told her that she had acquired her skills from her Dad (Jafar Shameem). She looked surprised and told me that it was not possible as she has not seen her dad sketching. When I mentioned… Continue reading Serena’s Wish – From the Archives →

(Picture by Jafar Shameem) When the prices are not displayed or you hear or are shown unconvincing costs, you are confused. This often happens in normal jewelry stores and those selling semi precious stones and artificial jewelry. Many get persuaded by the overdose of rhetoric and histrionics of the shopkeeper and succumb, while the rest arrive… Continue reading The Unknown Price →

(Picture by Brig Shah) When I meet someone I knew after a long period, the first phrase that sprouts from my mouth is, “Aap tho eid ke chand ho gaye ho (you have become Eid moon).” Why so? Eid moon appears only once a year! In my childhood, my grandma used to accost my uncle,… Continue reading Eid Ka Chand! →