Phir wahi shaam,phir wahi....

Phir wahi shaam,phir wahi....

It had been a close, rainy day in January,quite unusual for that part of the year,but its India we have got too many varieties to choose from people to weather!Blinds half-drawn and me laying curled upon the sofa,reading and re-reading the ‘daily legitimate gossiper’,oh!I mean the newspaper.Alas!paper was uninteresting despite every possible corner filled with scam tainted leaders,break-ups and P3ps!!I was yearning to get out and get lost,to watch lot many attractions which the world presents in every nook and corner!I have always loved to lie in the very centre of five millions of people, with my filaments(my 3^rd eye and this pen!) stretching out and running through them, responsive to every little jostle.The evening had brought a breeze with it.I thought,”What do you

say to a ramble through your bazaar?”.I was weary of my large living-room with bare walls and a tv(!) and gladly acquiesced.

For three hours i strolled about watching the ever-changing kaleidoscope of life as it ebbs and flows through motilal galli and the stand. My characteristic stupid vice of  tracking of trail of thoughts of every other creation like me,with keen observance of detail and subtle power of inference,revealing many a canvases held me amused and enthralled as usual.

Whenever I step out in a weather as today wherein heavens might shower at any moment again,I cloud myself completely with a raincoat and plugin my i-pod.To stroll in a weather as this is a pleasure which I by no means miss.Once I tune in sounds and noises start flowing through this tiny masterpiece,tune in,tune in,rj’s start  jostling through that little time of theirs and ours before which we ditch them and go for their neighbour in no time afterall!!People request songs,I wonder why cant they listen to their own which they would have stored in their respective phones.Don’t  tag me cynical,please!I m just being logical.Why indeed do they need to come on air and place a request to listen to that one song!!Why indeed should I make that one thought complex and decided to let go!Afterall we require someone to listen to every now and then to make us relive the feeling that ‘indeed I ‘m alive!’.Passing through the stand watching people or rather the vice versa makes it amusing,People rushing towards the bus stop holding their umbrellas in one hand and their lunch pack in the other,with the fancy formal bags clinging to their sides.Few running for shelter with their tiring efforts to cover their head with that small bunch of  books and a white kerchief.All que up in that 7sqm sheltered place near bus stop!oh!and their invaluable smiles on seeing an acquaintance,the fellow traveler who too inturn feels something amiss if the counterpart is late or absent.Few meet while departing and few travel buddies meet in the morning just to say a hi and to know about each others lunch packJSometimes I feel the world is just amazing,as though each of us are connected to one another in some or the other way,what if it is just a familiar glance as they say ‘ek nazar kaafi hain!’.Few waiting anxiously for their buses to come and just jump in them,afterall they have to think about dinner to be prepared,kids to be seen and husband’s roz ka office story to be heard,they are one category of living people called ‘middle class or I would say nuclear family middle/lower middle class working women’!!That does not stop them from smiling either.I pass and so do they,none of us knowing each other through person know many a things through that one unknown familiar glance!On my way back home sweet home having a kulfi from Mithi bhai is a must,other wise the sole purpose of me dragging my body in that dreadful weather is an utter waste and at times when the shop is closed,especially in that weather I feel so anguished over Mithi bhai and feel like thrashing her nashe main dhuth husband black and blue for it is the sole reason from stopping mithi bhai opening her shop for the bruises of last night will be to much to bear for her.To prepare and get kulfi is next to impossible.Luckily its open,oh grace hail Nathuram(well!the rascal is Mithi bhai’s husband mahashay!)

 Further down the lane sitting in a char by char gaddi is Babu bhai,ek lalteen and his chai ki dukhaan.He too never misses to throw that one familiar glance and a salaam.teenu starts wailing and wagging its tail to signature his presence in that scene whose daily dose ka biscoot is still remaining.Below the char foot by char foot gaddi is Teenu’s ghar grihasthi!!and I shout’ Babu bhai biscoot pack!’.Teenu has a sweet family after all with a puppy and family planning the only responsible citi’jan’!Strange,absolutely strange!!

On crossing the street and coming out of that chaalis feet(oh yeh lambaayi hain!!)galli I reach Godowwin street exclusively filled with up-scale apartments,’chowki-daar(u) meethings’!,flashy lights and of course my flat,walls and a five feet balcony opening beautifully to Mrs.Sharma’s kitchen.Oh!I have no issues with that after all its community living I say!!;-)phir wahi sham,phir wahi chaar deewaarein aur meri doordarshan!!;-)

Roznaamcha(dinachari)- Ek subah

Ek subah

 

Kabhi Kabhi din ki subah kuch zyaadi hi jaldi ho jaati hai mere liye,na jaane kyun suraj ki who pehli kiran ko meri kamre ki khitki se dekhne ka bahut jee chahtha hai,who bhi jab,tab neend zaroorat se zyaada sochne se chutkaara pane ke liye kee gayi ho toh.bas dheere se aakhen kholna aur ek nayi subah ki umeed main jaagne ka man kiya toh,suraj ki kirane ek taazgi laa deti hai,who toh mere liye umeed ke maseehon ki tarah lagte hain,kyun na ho, andheron ko cheerke humaare liye subah laate hai..chey baje tayyar hokar walk se zyaada band darwaazon se baahar chalne ka man karta hai.panchiyon ki aawaaz,aur suraj ki uthna aur in sabh main aasman ka rang,waah bhai waah,kisi bhi raat ke baad subah zaroori lag jaata hai..

Ravivar toh hum sabhee ko hota hai,bechaare paper denewale aur doodh denewaale ke siva,hum log toh bhool hi jaate hai,ki humaari Sunday special edition newspaper ke liye toh unhe baaki din ke tarah hi subah suraj uthne se pehle kaam shuru karna padta hai.ravivar hai,iska matlab yeh thodi na hai ki log apni vyayaam ko chutti de,so who logo bhi ramp par utar lete hai!ha yeh baat hai ki,us din kaaryasthal maane office hai janaab,unki bhaagam bhaag nahi hoti hai,toh ghar ki auroton ne shanivaar raat hi man bana liye honge ki kal toh ravivaar hai,aadha ghanta zyaada so sakte hai,bachon ko tayaar karne ke jhanjhat nahi hota,unki box,pati ke files..uff ravivar aakhir mere liye bhi hona chaahiye..yun chalta rehta hain unke man ka rail gaadi.arey yeh sab is liye keh rahe hai kyunki agar us din subah baahar nikalte he toh rasoi ki light nahi jal rahi hogi 6 bhaje,aur aangan bhi suna hoga,raste par toh aise sannaata chaayi hogi ki khud aapko shak hone lagega ki kya yeh meri hi shehar ki gali hai,hai raam,scooter,car aur toh aur buses ke bhi chutti hogi.gaadiyon ko goli maaro main toh chaahthi hu yeh kambhaqt  cell phone ko bhi ek subah ki chutti dena chaahiye,bechaara roz subah who bhi suraj se pehle uth jaata hai,jor se alarm bajaa kar!

Chalo in sabko man main liptaate thak jaate hain toh universal shaanthi van!park road ki taraf nikal padte hai.gate ke saamne “herbal chai”waala aapko ek muskaan de kar aapke swaagat karta hai,toh hume bhi lautaana padta hai.mujhe toh lagta hai ki use cid main bharthi karwaana chaahiye,bhai subah agar saara shehar ka news agar kisi ke paas hota hai toh sirf wahi sahib honge,aur toh aur kuch log hai jo unke param mitr hai,park main zyaada se zyaada do round lagaa kar chai waale ki agal bagal main apne apne sthaan ko alankrit kar lete hai,aur wahi saare log hai jo kuch samay baad park main aanewaale sabhi logon ki swaagat karte hai.aur abhi cid ki baat,chai waale se saari khabren sun kar woh cases solve karne lagta hai,aur toh aur government  ke bhi diplomatic decision ve hi lene lagte hai.sach main parliament sessions toh chai ke dukaan par kar shift lena chahiye,aakhir faisle toh khule aam honge, sacha jamhuriat maane democracy ka true spirit!!

Aur ek daud lagaate lagaate ek hamwaar jage pahunch jaate hai,toh bhai zaahir ho jaate hai hansi ke doctors!maane laughter club,bas man main ek hi khayaal aata hain,kya din bhar who haseen hoton par lagaa kar rakhenge?!khuda jaane.phir se daudne par milta hai za’eef logon ki adaalat,ek doosre ki ghar ki,bahuwon ki,pota potiyon ki,bachon ki aur aakhir main uth the samay apne sehat ki.sach main naahi main prejudice huyi hu naahi ha chori chupe sabhi ke baatein sunthi hu,bas baahar ki shor itna hota hai ki man ki khamoshi bhi dar jaata hai.sach main man toh kabhi khaamosh hoti hi nahi kyunki itna sab kuch toh sochthi rehthi hai.par sach main roz chahthi hu ki bhai aaj toh log subah ka sirf maze le,arey aisa saubhaagya kahaa,duniya ek bazaar ki tarah hota hai,aur shareer ke tarah aakhirkaar zabaan ko bhi vyayaam ki zaroorat hoti hai,mujse pooche toh kahoongi miya zabaan ko vyayaam ki nahi kuch pal aaraam ki zaroorat hoti hai!aur agar seedhi baaton main kahen toh roz subah main bhi chahthi hu ki yeh saari soch badle aur baaton ki dhang kuch alag hi ho..kaash sach ho jaata!aur toh aur ghor yaane seedhi baat main kahe toh meditation karne baith bhi jaaye toh man toh chupa rustum hai,khayaal yeh hota hai ki who apna swasthaan par hai,par woh toh kab ka ser ke liye nikal chuki  hogi.tab tak itna waqt dhal chukka hoga ki dimaag aur peth dono chillaa chillaa kar bataa rahe honge abbey chal uthna bahut hogaya yeh falsafa yaane tatwa jnaan bas chai peen ka waqt ho gaya,toh chalo hum bhi nikal padte hai humaare parliament ki taraf!subha ba-khair....

My Ahmedabad walkathon adventures!!

My Ahmedabad walkathon adventures!!

I m writing almost after six months or so after visiting d place.I wanted to write as soon as I came back,but had to leave for an unofficial tour of 15 days.after which it was back to work session and I m the most laziest to pick up after such a long gap!!Honestly I wont lyk to pick up my notes during xams,cause again big gap of 12 months!! 

It was a college trip,so no doubt ‘101 rules’,to break!!

A city which was familiar to me just for its soaring temperature until I watched a slide show presented by Ar.Yatin Pandya,few months before I left for trip made me excited to witness a ‘shifting culture’(its my term for a changing canvas in a city square which houses the livelihood of the ordinary city people)that makes it colourful,lively and a statement every second,that says ‘live on man!’.

Well I state it again!I gues minus temperature(ahem!it ws normal @ 38celcius!),it’s a place which any given day would say me,’live on’..

It was for a project work,on the top of it 10 days away from home,which definitely made my  mind inevitably click d ‘Y’ key!Since quoting d exact date takes away d excitement(I ve forgotten and again I need to leave this in half to search!!)some night trip started with me standing near the door of our compartment till my parents vanished into the crowd.It was day1,since it was the perfect weather when I woke up after a sleep-in-train,I sum how managed to read chaduranga’s collection to end dat day!I read in sum story,its indeed irksome wen the writer describes every stone and street while describing a place.Lemme cut it short,n say dat I reached ahmedabad!

The true day1,revealed its real colors once I stepped out of my a.c.room,it ws beginning to rise by 27-35 by afternoon.but mornings are the best,cause except for the tweets,here I mean  birds!The world sleeps in the bosom of silence,yes,indeed life starts on streets a li’l past 7.30a.m!Cause ahmedabad ppl know that stayin in India its our birth right to follow IST(indian standard timings!).I m an early riser(accidentally!).Staying in a 3 star hotel is really good uptil rooms,but when it cums to fud,its d typical English breakfast,which had I dared to eat would have been a sin,to b more precise,my mom says it wud b lyk,’bakasurana hottege are kaasina majjige!!”,for which I cumpltly agree wid my  mom.Inevitably it made me step out of the room,at 6.45a.m and gave me a chance to explore a small part of d city.I started randomly and reached a square.It was a scene which was pretty familiar to me,a scene repeated as many times in our bollywood,hoard of pigeon,but its was a beautiful sight.

I was able to sight a small ‘kaka chai angdi’ and ordered for a chai,and enjoyed it sipping it in a cumpltly filmy style.But it was d stares dat wer made me gulp down chai soon n march!after all d main course was still remaining,On further enquiry I was led to a place cald,lucky;s restaurant,ate’ maska bun’,for what it is famous for, a restaurant that is built around graves,at least 22 bright green coloured tombs of various shapes and sizes exist in this restaurant perhaps the reaturant exists amidst these tombs!! Trunks of trees shoot right out of the ceiling.

gravy amidst graves!!

 

Most singular experiences started happeningJ

Was yearning to hav a look at the new 5 n 10rs coins,perhaps,the owner gave me change almost evriday during my stay a new 10 n 5 rs coins!!

Wel,as an architecture student,and also as an interst as part of my other disastrous  faculties viz,p.graphy and writing..if dey might b cald so provided me with immense pleasure.the teen darwaza area,r d main market area,was realy enchanting.buzzing with life,d love garden to be honest night-in-gal(z)e,the ppl of course..

                                                    

Travelling in a 2^nd class train to jumping into an autorikshaw at 11.30p.m,to bumping into a DGP whose face had a big question mark(I didn’t know whether it was an exclamation!!due to less light from the street light besides which he was standing with his fellowmen in search of his ‘celebrity guest’!! to stares and glares that accompanied me every morning on my walkathon to explore another canvas,the crazy encounters are endless that did add a dash of colour and spirit to my lifeJ

The early morning walkathon sessions(as early as 6.30a.m)did make my fellow claaasmates sharing my room think a li’l weird about me!!I guess it was unusual for them to go out in an unknown place alone and as early as that hour of a day!

I was determined however that a trip to a new place would definitely be incomplete without  tasting exclusive local cuisine..n gujju food,I wud hav been a fool if I had not tasted it,besides I hav a sweet tooth..so indeed all conditions favoured me;)

So after bumping into the dgp,who of course was courteous to send his aide in finding me a gud restaurant near by,which of course turned out to be an all exclusive non vegetarian one!!at dat tym I dint hav much experience if I may daresay to sit with food explorers!!so made my way to a nearby store to ask for guidance,about a place where I can find exclusive gujju meals.n viola I found one amiable old man,who told me the names of 2 famous restaurants,but was some 2kms away from the place where I was put up,but it dint deter me the least.he also specifically tol me to ask for a particular sweet,pardon me of course I hav forgotten d name.@ 9.30pm, I did catch an auto,well if I wer to go I wud hav gone in a bus,but my roommates had gone out for shopping who told me dey l b back anytym!!n I had d key!!

So did catch an auto,did go to dose restaurants,to my utter shock dere except for  unlimited meals u get nthng,but as I said earlier I was fixed on tasting gujrathi meal!!n yum wer d sweets,was worth cumin so far!!wen I was back to my hotel after a sumptuous meal I was for a shock to c my rum mates earlier dan me tasting ‘d roti’….

But still excitement was remaining for I was to attend the night city visit..a peculiar one..organised by some city group,2 times a day..since d morning one was over..d 11’o clock walk was remaining…a design walk..rather that would take us through the city streets,bazaar area,havelis,etc.,the best way to a exlore a city would hav been mine..had I got a few others(it was in the requirements list!!) to accompany me at 11pm which was a gud 4-5 kms away from my place.thats how I missed out on the real fun of exploration but never the less the walkathon sessions where really filled with enriching experiences, hearing about the city from my hotel watchmen to autodrivers,meeting young ladies with their faces covered to escape form tan(it was strange for ‘me’),to eating exclusive gujrathi meal and picking up a few lines of gujrathi.. J”khem che”

 

 p.s:-phtography credits-my classmates!!;-)

guns n roses

Guns  n  Roses

Kashmir and khauff

A valley that’s been created by The Almighty with finest elements and with utmost care..

 

A valley with lush green of pines,fir,birch and laced with small white streams,coronated with the milky sky to be the most beautiful thing on earth,which compels anyone to utter those beautiful lines,

‘Agar jannat kahi hai,toh yahi hai,yahi hai,yahi hai..’

                                                                                                                                                                              

The endless precautionary advises,news flash about death toll does create an inexplicable effect on mind,which on entering the valley,we do experience it.There is a beauty that is hard to describe through words and also a silence,unending silence,that’s better to be termed ,’khauff’!Its hard to imagine that a valley like this that also has hoardes of pine,has in its bosom a lot of insane people(it’s a shame to call them humans!)who in turn start chanting verses of terror about azaadi and what not the whole day.Every ‘chowk’ is just a square of terror with our dutiful poilicemen watching from a distance,the full on action film!

I guess the beautiful girls in the traditional kashmiri dresses,the juicy apples,the smell of kobab(well this is just a piece of info!),kesari,pashmina,pahadis along with guns did make my  trip a memorable one!!

                 

Walking bare foot(to be honest it was trekking!!)till glaciers(just on the other side of the mountain that has amaranth) did make my trekking debut memorable ,and started the infamous riots which like our the celebrity B-town relationships on-off status recurred.Riots,as old as me,deaths as common as curfews and peace as rare as ‘rozi roti’!!

Despite terror,khauff and bliss,the valley of Kashmir reminds me of a line from an English movie(definitely do not remember the name!)like ‘its all a part of the charm’!

The terror,khauff and bliss make the valley as news in paper,people who are used to whole scenario think terror is as native to Kashmir as its natural bliss.I hope the next generation can just have sleep,play,snow,the smell of kobab,the juicy apples and PEACE!!                                                    

                           

Guns  n  Roses

Kashmir and khauff

A valley that’s been created by The Almighty with finest elements and with utmost care..

 

A valley with lush green of pines,fir,birch and laced with small white streams,coronated with the milky sky to be the most beautiful thing on earth,which compels anyone to utter those beautiful lines,

‘Agar jannat kahi hai,toh yahi hai,yahi hai,yahi hai..’

                                                                                                                                                                              

The endless precautionary advises,news flash about death toll does create an inexplicable effect on mind,which on entering the valley,we do experience it.There is a beauty that is hard to describe through words and also a silence,unending silence,that’s better to be termed ,’khauff’!Its hard to imagine that a valley like this that also has hoardes of pine,has in its bosom a lot of insane people(it’s a shame to call them humans!)
who in turn start chanting verses of terror about azaadi and what not the whole day.Every ‘chowk’ is just a square of terror with our dutiful poilicemen watching from a distance,the full on action film!

I guess the beautiful girls in the traditional kashmiri dresses,the juicy apples,the smell of kobab(well this is just a piece of info!),kesari,pashmina,pahadis along with guns did make my  trip a memorable one!!

                 

Walking bare foot(to be honest it was trekking!!)till glaciers(just on the other side of the mountain that has amaranth) did make my trekking debut memorable ,and started the infamous riots which like our the celebrity B-town relationships on-off status recurred.Riots,as old as me,deaths as common as curfews and peace as rare as ‘rozi roti’!!

Despite terror,khauff and bliss,the valley of Kashmir reminds me of a line from an English movie(definitely do not remember the name!)like ‘its all a part of the charm’!

The terror,khauff and bliss make the valley as news in paper,people who are used to whole scenario think terror is as native to Kashmir as its natural bliss.I hope the next generation can just have sleep,play,snow,the smell of kobab,the juicy apples and PEACE!!                                                    

                           

namKannada!

“Kannada ene kunidaaduvudennede,kannada ene kivi nimiruvudu..”lines written by kuvempu on the ‘vishwa lipigala rani’(QUEEN OF WORLD SCRIPTS-vinoba bhave) is just apt as the third oldest language of World,as old as 2000 years is resident and alive in her full glory,which has the distinction of being 99.99% perfect -logically and scientifically,having a script of its own,which made a foreigner Kittel to learn,understand,appreciate and initiate the urge to make his contribution through a ‘shabda kosha’(dictionary),which no other Indian language can boast!
When " Kaviraja Maarga was written . . ." kaaveriyinda , godaavarivaregirpa ... " by Amogha Varsha Nripathunga, English was incradle & Hindi was not born at all.Till date seven kannadigas have won jnaanapeetha awards and number of literature awards KUVEMPU has got,is highest among any Indian authors.Ragale Saahithya can be seen only in kannada which is of a rare and different kind of literature.Chandassu (shatpadis) out pared all other languages.
Vachana,keerthane,devaranama,champu, grammar, poetry, prosody,ragale,tripadi,sangatya,shatpadi..the list goes on of the ways kannada has been explored and enriched by generations of story tellers,grammarians,poets,dramatists,novelists and what not but of all who breath and live kannada..

Nenapugala maathu madhura............

manasina mooleyalello kulitu belakina kidiyante aagomme eegomme inuku nota harisi namma harushadalli nammondigiddu aagale jeevana kanaso embantaha manasstithige imbu koduvante tanna battalikeyinda ondonde ankawannu bittarisutta saagutte andina aa payanadalli...
ee payanadalli sooryaastamaanadawaregu manasinalli bechhage kuilitu nemmadi saantwana kelawomme novannu needi tanna iruvikeyannu sadaa namage helutiruttade,nodu naaniruve innu ninnondige indu endu...
‘main jaanta hu ki tum yaha par nahi ho,kahi nahin ho par mera dil kehta hi ki tum ho yahi kahi ho...’ endo kelida haadu nenapaayitu...ninna bhaasheyalle maatuditti,kopa novu nalivu yenella bhaavanegalu...hogendaru olle endu iruttiyalla...sari nanna nenapu nanna bittu neenu yelli hoguttiya helu....ninna astitvaviruvudu nanna manasinalli....
Nija,nenapugala maathu madhura............

namma bengaluru

My take on Bangalore v/s other metros:
Bombay in a way sounds too colonial,so they changed it to Mumbai and started calling themselves mumbaikaars,well as far as I know its been years since amchi Mumbai took birth.It has got a distinct flavour of meetha and the raw tadka.
From slumdog to Mumbai meri jaan,Mumbai has been everywhere almost everywhere. Delhi-6 can by all means called as a pure passionate journey recorded with that composite subtleness in each and every frame by rakeysh omprakash mehra,I don’t like calling it a tribute.The celebrated havelis or rosgullas or guru dutt sahab or the prince have made howdah To be heard in the far south and east.It is not like the only land mass with so many stars but stars have made that land mass to be heard,to be known by us!It took years for us to realize that it is indeed namma bengaluru from,Bangalore,well I wonder how far v the youngistan of bengaluru think of it as namma cool ooru!All across the globe veterans say but one thing metamorhosis of ‘the city’ that has been theirs since years.Every Monday in Deccan Herald a column appears on the colonial style houses in Bangalore. Honestly speaking its in a way tribute to the good old days of Bangalore(Bangalore or Bengaluru but it should be namma ooru).Residents of those places speak about the beautiful weather which used to exist,the no such hustle bustle of vehicles as of now or the mushroom like malls,in true sense the flavour of Bangalore.we are losing our most celebrated m.g.road in the name of development!well I don’t know if there is someone who does not miss m.g.road.Bombay became Mumbai but the amchi feel! Has absolutely not disappeared as in bengaluru.
My brother belongs to the techie crowd in Bangalore.A person from Kerala but born in Karnataka,he has not made a single attempt to learn kannada!no none of my northi classmates have given a try?westerners love the culture of east,has anyone compelled them to do so,no it’s the respect that has made them appreciate.That respect arises from the fact that its deep rooted in us,which is so pure and strong that its power makes anyone to bow down so is in the case of namma bengaluru,our samskruthi and namma kannada.we got the classical status but we have not yet achieved it .Films or books on namma Bengaluru will then come into picture lets first become in true sense Bengaloorigaru,then after we are in no means behind in the race of metros.