Singin in d rain..

Singin in d rain..

Still rubbing my eyes,started walking towards the window,pulling the window panes open,stretched my hands towards the open sky,trying to embrace the cool breeze,basking in the warmth of sunlight,that immense pleasure,a smile on my lips,and wishing myself a  good morning,indeed made the morning a perfect one..

A new gal in the city,hmm,have been to other places too or rather countries,but somehow coud’nt figure out why am i  having this strange and weird excitement,a spring in my step,a smile on my lips,something alike my childhood days right from the moment I had stepped in this city!

Having taken the instructions from the caretaker about the tea bag chai a day before,went into kitchen to make my cuppa chai,without which however perfect a morning remains incomplete!Its a different story that however perfect a story is it will have its flaws,in my case I dint have the day’s newspaper to complete the picture perfect morning!pulled out a chair and started walking towards the sitout to do chai ki luft uthaana!I better put few words in praise of the view from my room,however,it was enough for me to get lost!The amazing skyline featuring the elevation of a church,the partial view of the tomb of a masjid, the clock tower fading away towards the oblivion with a bhajan as the background score!Wish I had my transistor(yes!i still have one!) to tune into!Nevertheless,steve jobs gave a substitute to this world!i turned it on,and bang on,the morning coud’nt have got better with ‘the boss’! “naam gum jaayega

Chehra yeh badal jaayega..!”

Was still trying to discern the strange emotions I was going through.It was excitement all right but also had a mixture of that strange underlying eerie feeling,for which I did not dare to find an answer.

So stood up and thought however average the view is from my room,still there were birds in the sky,cool breeze to blow my hair back and make way for that epic frame if I had to shoot this scene.In order to stop pondering over the fact whether or not will I be witnessing this beautiful sunrise ever again in this city.

It was funny the way I had decided to come to this city,knowing very little of the fact about my stand on the job nor the city!Every morning I used to wake up with a hope to run away from the known streets and familiar faces  for the fact that they had become way too familiar which was too unusual for me!

Always had these words ringing in my head,no matter where I went,what I did..

Gum hona chahti hu

Isi umeed se ki  

Phir se khud ko dhoondh saku

Har ek chehre main us ajnabi ko talaashti hu

Yeh pata hote huye bhi..

Travelled to all those places unknown to me to be existing in this city,woke up night after night,used to pick up my camera and went clicking all those things which I never thought will be clicking,as a matter of fact I shot humans,certainly had never thought will be doing like all sane people do!while riding to all those unknown places,amidst the ear banging noise,honking,people bragging about the quientessential metro characteristic traffic,skipping the last 3 seconds of the signal,looking into their respective watches,yet so oblivious of all these ramblings around me,being lost..

Like the centre metering(I know this is an epidemic with me,though I aint this great steve mcurry I just cant see the world without going behind the lens!) the scene I described looked all focused on me,blurring the entire foreground,background,noises,lights,flashes..!The evening wind blowing my hair,my shades protecting me from those flashy lights,and a calm,lost expression behind them!

Still I love my bohemian self and this ounce of being nomad that allows me to travel and travel for that is the only joy that is unparalleled!

Decided it was time to go about breaking those imaginary shackles and run around wildly in the direction unknown to destiny!I ran I came here to this city,though I would’nt say my dream city,but my dream city’s neighbor!Had thought will be writing this piece of shit looking at the amazing skyline against the backdrop of the vintage sunset amidst the shor in the city on the shores!

To survive in this city had to go bout earning so had thought of giving it a shot!hell yeah!broke all my previous records,dressed up all formals,a decievingly honest look,a night before had prepared for a quirky presentation of all the crap that I had acquired in these 5 years!It was time that I started towards my destination,a cool 2.5 hrs ahead of the scheduled meeting.With my visibly not so chaste Marathi,I did manage to reach the destination.All I had in mind was to grab that job,not even expecting any magical lines such as ‘I’l make u an offer u cant refuse!’,no it would be suicidal to dream to that extent.But since I am the protagonist of this saga,I was to be written a winner all over.

Just managed to barely hide my excitement and stepped out of the studio,called up people who would all be ears for what I say on the other end.

It started raining,with not even a hint as to where I was heading started walking,took a left straight down the road,as usual(this as usual cause I write about a chaiwala I would have found effortlessly in all those cities!) found a chaiwala,standing under the tarpaulin extension of the 3 sqm space ordered for a chai and in somewhile I started sipping the smoking hot sugary chai,gazing at the street,people running helter skelter searching for that chath,the chaiwala besides me squatting and just immersed enough in his routine of pouring the milk from the container to the ‘gilas’ yet all ears to the convo between the man in a watchmen uniform and a constable!still I could’nt discern the fact that despite all these hussle around me I was being oblivious to the surroundings,lost in my own weird world pondering over the fact that I had a great chance to stay in this city,I had a great chance to escape  familiarity!

Paid a shocking bill of rs.4 for the chai,pulled out my headphones,and started walking under the large black umbrella,lost in iktara..

Reaching my room was a more tedious task than my folks had thought of me reaching this city!as I said I am the protagonist,I ought be the winner,found way oops ways,familiarized myself with few lines of Marathi,roamed around the same square several times everytime thinking the city has too many similar squares,acquainted myself with the petrol rates,local fm,the upcoming civic elections,saw a huge bappa and also that dandekar was a Marathi name I guess last name!

It was still sometime before the sun started setting,knowing I dint have anything worthy to spend my time sitting in my room,decided to take a stroll,another reason being that I had just realized that I was more than hungry!as I said,protagonist,oh nothing but sheer luck,that my room was situated in the central part of the city,or in my terms,cbd.on one side was the shopaholic crowd,in the M.G.Road,wow every city in india no matter how small or large it is,it will have one m.g.road!on the other hand or the other corner started those innumerable unending Peths!by now even you should have guessed it the protagonist is the quintessential crazy person!took the route to peths,oh how many bazaars,if I were to loot this city,I would get all the revenue fromhere(please writing such a line should’nt put me behind bars!).i just felt that I had done time travel and was walking through the streets of a different era!Or even better way of describing the streets I was walking through,was like I had walked into the sets of peshwas,an old show that I used watch as a kid!

All I could think of at that moment was my hands itching to hold my camera,which like a wise soul had left in my room owing to the fantastic weather!just to shoot this one street wanted to come to this city!a foggy morning,sleeping city,endearing silence and framing that in a monochrome!as I had mentioned earlier I have this epidemic to go behind my 3^rd eye!

Like any native ordered for a plate of pohe,jalebi and I knw this ‘and’ will raise brows,knowing me,but had to savour a hot vada pav!continued taking a stroll and cheking out the wooden columns all slowly discerning to be part of the the city’s silhouette.Finally I came to an end,and had to decide where to head next.took the nearest shortcut possible after a series of enquiries(!!i would say a double exclamation!)

The heavens were mighty pleased after I did the honours of having stepped into this city,it did shower again,oh it was way too perfect for me to be walking on the median,in the rains under the umbrella,amidst the night bling,flashes of the vehicles in the shoppers paradise where people hardly bother to look around other than the wares!

The next morning standing in my room recallin all those way too sane things I did from the moment I stepped into the city had me laugh to hearts content!realised it was time for one more cuppa chai for I still had 4 and a half hours to reach the station to get back to familiarity before which wanted to get lost as much as possible!

Finally it was time to bid a temporary(I still was and am under the impression it was temporary!) adieu to this city that I fell in love with,leaving the familiarity behind,far behind!

Ironically the song that my pod was playing was,quite pleasant for the weather,my mood and the mad hustle of the station,meri duniya hai tujhme kahin..!for the way I smiled people thought I was way more than crazy!

Somewhere amidst my journey towards this back to familiarity mode standing near my bogey's door,music on,through those earphones,cool breeze,an evening sky,wanted to leave my hands sailing free like those strands of hair no matter how hard you try to keep them together tightly with a band,it still blows free,kiss the beautiful evening sky,embrace the few remaining bits of those things which are far from familiar..!

This city will remain this forever,like me and this unknown familiarity!A walk in the rain that was free from the sane thinking of running for a shelter,looking at your watch,cursing for leaving the umbrella behind but the kind of  full blown downpour cats-and-dogs walking in the rain until you’re practically dripping droplets from your hair with your clothes tight fit kind of walk in the rain and smile at their dance?

That was the best part about this unfamiliar city,for after sometime walking in those rains I just folded my jacket,tucked it into my bag,grabbed my hairband and tied my hair into a ponytail!
Clothes drenched. Hair dripping wet. Eyes are staring. But i kept walking. Not hurrying, but instead slowing down. I sneezed and shivered from the cold.

But in the end, all i could think of was..

Good I am still lost..

Evening glory..!

Evening glory..!

Perhaps a good day would ensure a perfect evening..

Opening the door and just smiling at the thought of a wonderful day I proceed to keep the keys in the rack,a rare thing to do on my part,all thanks to that wonderful day!

Humming a tune,I head towards the washroom,turn on the tap and splash water across my face,every drop soothing my strained nerves and I pick up a towel to wash my face intentionally leaving behind a trail of droplets to let them cool my nerves.Further I think for a moment and head towards the kitchen,wondering about the simplicity of my problem whether to add a charm to this already lovely evening with a dash of coffee or a cutting chai?!

Amused at the very thought of lovely evening I decide to go for a cup of cutting chai,continuing to hum a new tune,flawlessly adding adrak to the ubhalehuye chai and relishing the sweetness of the tune with the  aroma of a perfect chai,after this mind  soliloquy I say  taaliyaan!

Pour it into my gilaas ,which everybody call the rasthe main milne waale sasthe chai ki gilaas,well let them mock but I really enjoy sipping my cutting chai in that cup.The aroma teases you to sip it a little  before you settle down,ah!my taste buds I never disappoint them!

I pick up my earphones and head towards my most favourite hangout,my terrace,the one place I have just reserved for my evenings.I step up the ladder and land between two large water drums,a perfect settee.I settle down gazing at the evening sky,the best part of my life getting lost in the magical setting.

Life seems picture perfect at that moment.My roof will be the endless sky,painted in varied hues of orange,purple,blue,yellow,white and with such mastery that you can but be amused searching for enough words to describe.So it is at that moment I just settle down brushing aside every rational thought I have and for a moment I feel the child in me is just gazing innocently at that beauty with hands holding the chin and cutely pouting.Just then my cutting chai awakes me from that dream when I am lost in that moment while I was trying to keep it near my cheeks,to feel the warmth,for the cool breeze adds to the charm.

It is when the city is getting decked up with neon lights as the sun sets inch by inch giving an impression as though its being gobbled up by something or somebody is vanishing the colours on the canvas and taking away that last bit of that bright orange yellow shade.With every second the canvas changes,leaving you awestruck at that digital painting every now and then enhanced by the sudden appearance of a sway of birds in flight making a signature on that canvas.

The slow transition in that twilight moment when I feel,for every inch of the setting sun earth is getting decked up with a light here and there,culminating in a breathtaking climax of the city completely decked up with jewels made up of all possible different lights varying in colour and intensity as stones in that jewel and the sky shyly discerning to the oblivion leaving a chance for the city to shine.

With melody overpouring through my headphone I just realize that this is the beauty of zindagi paused.You need to click on the pause button and just sit back and enjoy without battling with rational,irrational and what not thoughts.Let nature amuse you,let the child in you come to the fore,let life get its dose of innocence as seen in its nascent stage,just sit and ponder,zindagi kabhi rukthi nahi,but we need to do that,zindagi paused!

Sounds all too cliché for some but letting yourself feel as a carefree child,brings in thodi zindagi to your life!my mind traces back at those zindagi paused moments!

The joy of experiencing first showers of the season,the first drop that kisses your skin makes you throw away everything around in joy(oh!it wont happen unless you are as crazy as me!!),waiting to get drenched,enjoy the pitter patter on your window sill,and getting muddy playing in the puddle, accidentally catching a ball thrown at you and reminiscing at the first thought that crosses your mind,a smile appears slowly at the corner of your lips from no where!!lowering the window glass when you are travelling when you are signaled for a shower by nature through thunder storm with lightning and slowly putting your face out enjoying the breeze followed by the first few drops of rain,and inadvertently pulling your palm over the window forgetting all the rules of the being the so called civic!

walking across a busy street on an evening to find people forging each other over a set of display screens and you join in the mayhem without realizing you raise your hands in joy and scream sixxxx!at times sharing the joy with any other person standing besides you and after a moment wondering at what you did a secong ago, the rational thoughts drawing  you back into your own civic cocoon!

Sometimes waiting for your turn at the grocery store outside the supermarket I Look longingly at a father-daughter animated conversation with the vendor over a balloon  while the father is carrying his princess on his shoulders,a cute little pouting,sweet dialogues and reasoning, father gives in after accepting defeat and a false pretention of being angry they proceed to buy.The father gets a glimpse of the immense joy of his kid trying to hold the big balloon in those tiny hands and getting lost playing.Looking at those cute little antics and a satisfactory smile on father’s face  the scene ends there making you ponder over your own memories and that thought of innocence!

While I am on my way holding a handful of bags,I pass across a bunch of youngsters clinging to their bags sitting on the steps of a closed shop waiting for their buses,meanwhile chatting,hooting,teasing,engrossed in themselves despite people aroung staring or should I say irritated or I better say disappointed,few folks do argue about the youth wasting energy over these petty and silly stuff!i would say it’s a part of their irritation over mundane leaving them in a fix to wonder what makes these kids be that carefree!i would say don’t analyse just be amused!

I feel as I proceed through every galli I see glimpses of my life being enacted all over again by a different set of actors!zindagi main thoda life brought in by these zindagi paused moments!

Heege onchooru..

Belagina java kitakiyinda baruva sooryana kiranagalu mogada mele sookshmavaagi ili biddaaga aaguva saviyaada belagina anubhava,eradu hoovinantha kaygalu mogada mele nidre hodisiruva paradeyannu sarisi,kantheresi,tutiyanchinalli naguvirisi,manassinalli hosa dinada aaseyannu belagi,kangalalli adara holapannirisi maayawaagi biduttave..


Prakruthiya sobagu padagalalli varnisalaaradashtu, chitradalli bandhisalaaradashtu..


manassina tili koladalli sanna kallu biddu kadhadiruvaaga,kitakiya bali hogi ninthaaga daariyalli saaguthiriva tangaali,mogada mele haadu hogi koduva tampaada anubhava..naviraada kshanagalu saviyaada indige nenapaada nennegalige..

Clicks,gupshup aur do cup chai!

Clicks,gupshup aur do cup chai!

Ee ooru nannanna welcome maadiddu raat ki dhaai bhaje aadaru munjaavina surya raathri dhaai bhaje ki dhai degree koreyuva chaliyalli railway stationa chai kudiyo majaanu masuku maadthu!hosa jaagadalli suryanu hosadaaagi kanda!chai angadiyinda keli barthaa idda haleya hindi haadugalu,kerosene ole mele itta haalina paathreyannu tegedu joraagi Melinda gaajina lotakke chai suriyuva shabda,nakha shikhaantha unne battegalanna,kambaligalanna hoddu chaarpaay mele aaseenraagiro mandi,ottaare innu belagaagirade sheharu nanage salaam and welcome to shehar of babus anthu!!


Shehar-e-talaab antha sumne helthaare ankondidde!!aadare ee oorina jeevaala keregalu,ella pramaanadallu kandu baruthe!!ee sheharanna aa keregala madhyadalli sundarawaagi ittidaaneno aa srushtikartha ansuthe!rasthegalu aa kere badiye saaguthe,belaggina aa manohara notadinda arivillade baayinda ee padagalanna helsuthe,good morning!
Modala dinada anubhavada nanthara nanna dinaanu shuruwaadaddu 11 ghanteya nanthara!ee oorina raathrigalu bahala sundarawaagiruthe!buddhi ilde aa hothalli peteyannu nodalu manassaagi horage kaalitte!3 degree koreyuva chaliyalli,dum hodide idru bay bitre bari hogene,aadaru raathri peteyalli addaaduva sukhaane bere!nawaabara sheharu,haagagi petegalannu raja maargavembanthe kattisiddaru!ella tirugugalallu ondondhu darwaaza!ade sheharina innondhu mooleyalli,janaru bechhage hoddu malgirthaare,aa bhaagadalli dinada shubham aagodu 12 ghantegalla ombathakella,maneya deepagalanna aarisirthaare!sheharina eradu baagagalu aa oorina jeevalavaada bade talaab aacheeche beru bittive!mandira,masjidgalu,awugala munde goodillada janaru saalaagi malagiruva drushya,bazaarina vyavahaaragalu baradinda saaguthaa iro drushya,ellellu kandu baro samosa,kachodigalu!!mathondu swaarasyakara vishayavendare aa oorina jaagagala hesaranna bus nildaanagalu,bus numbergalu nirdharisuthawe!ee ooru needida madhura nenapugala saalige seruthe,illina halawaaru chai dukaangalu!ellede adrakwala cutting chai yaavudralli kodthaare antha bere helbekaagilla!yaavude samayadalladru chai ge nanna tutiyanchinalli ondu nagu moodisuthade,visheshawaagi eradu samayadalli koreyuva chaliyalli mathu suriyuthiro maleyalli!aa gajina lotadalli chai suruvi kottaaga,baruva hoge,mele kaaniso nore,kayalli irisikondaaga adara bechaneya sparsha,eradu kaygalalli bhadrawaagi aa gaajina lotaana hidkondaaga,manassina aa bhaavanege shabda roopa needokaagolla!kayyallirodu obba aapthana saanthwana needuva kaygalu ansuthe!yaake anno prashnege yaava utharanu illa nanna bali!adu aa sandarbhadallina nanna manassina bhaavane ashte!


Eshto baari parichaya yaavude sambandhadalli beseyolla aadaru ondu nenapaagi ulidu hoguthe.sadaa manassina badiyalli ninthu inuku nota harisadidru ello bhadrawaagi bachhittukondiruthe.aa nenapu masukaagidru maathugalu spashtawaagi kiviyalli gunugunisuttaa iruthe.parichaya nenapina modala putada haage.yaavagalaadru mathome nenapina aa pusthaka na odoke shuru maadidre aa putawe hudukade sigodhu.
Kelavomme parichayagalige yaavude sambandhada hesaru needade idrene aa parichayada nenapaadaaga tutiyanchinalli ondu sanna naguvina ele kaanisodu!


Ee ooralli iddashtu dina,mooru vishayagalu nanna dainandina badukaagithu!halawaaru mailu nadiyodu(nanna amma naanu aa paati nadedidde nodirolla,aadare nannadondu siddhanthano athwa nambikeno athwa anubhavadinda manassu grahisiro sangathi,’the best way to explore any new place is on foot!’Aaascharyavendare yaava kaaranakko ee sheharu modala dinadindale bahala aapthwaaythu!!ha marthu mathe oorina varnane kodoke munche,nanna dainandina mikkeradu vishayagalu,dinada aarambha ee sundara saalugalalinda,ha farhan akhthar khuddaagi nanna i-pod moolaka heltha idru!!
“Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyaan leke chal rahe ho

Toh zinda ho tum

Nazar mein khwaabon ki bijliyaan leke chal rahe ho

Toh zinda ho tum

Hawaa ke jhonkon ke jaise azad rehna seekho

Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna seekho

Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein
Har ek pal ik naya samaan dekhein yeh nigaahein

Jo apni aankhon mein hairaaniyaan leke chal rahe ho

Toh zinda ho tum

Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyaan leke chal rahe ho

Toh zinda ho tum..”

Idu nanna anthem aagi hogithu!nanna dainandina koneya mathu mukhyawaada bhaaga,dinada aarambha,eleya bisilu nanna mukhawannu sparshisi ondu sundara sanjeyanna sajju maadittaaga ondu cutting chaai kayalli itkondu aa samayawanna saviyodu!

Nakha shikhaanta unne batteyinda nannanna naanu bechagittu koltha idde!aadare ee awataarada awaantharagale hechu!kelasada kaaranaartha,nanage HSZ(high security zone) moolaka prati dina nadedu hoga bekaagithu,kayalli nanna aasthi bere,camera,tripod!eshto baari press card saha keliddaythu allina aarakshaka varga!!
Nanna kelasada kendraviddiddu bade talaab baliye aaddarinda,prati dina sanje kelasa mugide nanthara adara tatada bali addadalu hogtha idde.hesarige kere,aarambha,anthya eradu kaanisolla!alli kaaniso manushyarigella naane vichitra,yaake andre,kaarana adu open disco thara,couples only anno board irade ne aa jaagada niyamagalanna barediddaare,gen X!!devara daye inda innu nanage adrushtawashaat jeevanadalli obbare kaliyalu bejaan khushi ulisidru!!khaali aasanagallu tatada bali hudukodu bahala kashta,aache badiyinda ondu sanna pattanadalli kadlekay kayalli hidkondu ‘mission aasana’ shuru maadi,adrushta parikshe embanthe swalpa kashta patta balike mission poorthiyaaythu!hakkigalu goodige maraluva samaya,nidhaanawaagi soorya inchinchaagi karagi hogthaa iro drushya,aakashadalli nisarga tanna palette nalliruva haladi,neeli,kesari,kempu matheshto bannagalinda kannige kaanadashtu dooradawaregu habbiruva ondu sundara canvas moodisuthe!tangaali mukhwannu mellage sparshisi munde saaguvaaga,kaalu chaachi koothkondre,manassige eno santasa,belagginda kelasadinda aagiruva danivu ello choomanthar aaytheno ansuthe!mathe i-pod on maadidre,adu nanna manassina bhaavanena kelskondideyeno ansthu,barthaa idda haadu,’Dil dhoondtha hai,phir wahi phursat ke raat din..’!

Haadu mugithu,kayyalli kadlekai pattana kooda shabda maadthu,uldiddu khaali hale,sari eddu hogo samaya antha soochane sikthu!swalpa doora nadeda nanthara rickshaw hathi goodu seriddaythu!


Heege saagidda dinagalalle aaythu halawaaru parichayagalu!aa parichayagalalli yaava hesarugalu sigolla!ondu parichayada nanthara mathe sikkare tilido tiliyadeyo mukhada mele mooduva nagu,heege ehsto nagu!ade alliya parichayagala visheshate!


Eega aa clicks,gupshup mathe do cup chai vishayakke barthhini!Kelsa maadtha iro sandharbhadalli nanna kayalli camera hidkondu naanu maado awaanthragalanna,bahala hothinda yaaro gamanisutha idru!aa vyakthiya kayalli aagale innondu camera kaanisuthu!!nodiyu nodade munde saagide!swalpa samayada nanthara aware nanna bali bandaru,heege maathu shuruvaaythu!parichayada nagu hege obba guru shishyara sambhaashaneyaagi badallaythu antha tiliyale illa!awaru ee camera anno adhbhutadondigina awara anubhava,anubhaavagalanna helthaa hodru,amele tilithu naanu maathanaadtha iddidu,obba tehelka reporternondige antha!saavina neralondige sadaa jeevana saagiso jeeva!ooru,keri,jana ellara parichaya maadisiddaythu aa vyakthi,harate mathu chaiyondige!Haage nanna kelasada Kendra ondu kalegala swarga!alli nadedaaduva jeevagaligella kaleye usiru!chitra kale,sangeetha,naataka,nruthya ottaare kalegala tavaru!kelasada deseyinda mathu aa nanna hosa parichayada deseyinda,andu nadeyuva naatakotsavadalli paalgollo awakaasha sikthu.hmm aaga ansthu anthu inthu ee ooru innu en en torsutho antha!alli koothu naatakagalanna nodida anubhava,bahala vishesha!yaavudu ghat hathra koothiro anubhava,haagithu alliya aasana shayli.ghadiyaara eradu baari aagale nodkondaagithu,nanna pakkadalle koothidda aa vyakthi,nanage abhyantharavildidre nannana naatakada nanthara goodige talupiso bharavase needidro,kaarana awaru saaguva daariyu ade anthe!!saari haagu heegu yochisi hu usuriddaythu!adara melee e helike bere,mundina naataka bahala sundarawaagide!kavithegala collage!yaavaga naataka mugiyithu anthale tiliyalilla aa pari mulugi hogidde!ashtu sogasaagi kavithegalanna naatakadalli henediddaru!naatakada hesaru ashte sogasaagithu,”Chittiyaan”.

Vaapassaguvaaga bikealli koothu gaadi munde saagidaaga,mathe dhai degree koreyo chaliyalli naanu heppugattade iddade vishesha!!mathondu swaarasyakara sangathiyendare indigu awaru aa oorina nenapugala saalalli ondu hesare illada parichaya!gupshup aur do cup chai..

Prologue:
Modala sala goodige maraluva santasadashte ee oorannu biduwaaga dukhawaaythu.manassu yaavudo mooleyalli althaa koothiruvanthe bhaasavaaythu.ee ooru kotta parichayagaligo athwa ee oorina parichayawaadudakko athwa manassu ehsto dinagalinada bayasidda aparichitha mukhagala,hosa rasthegala sheharanno,gothilla!anthu ondu kone salaam embuvanthe railinalli kootha balika kitakiyaacha kay beesuvaaseyaaythu!shuru 2 dinada railu prayaana goodige talupalu.


Maggalu badalaayisi halawaaru baari malago vyartha prayathnaaanu maadiddaaythu,aagomme eegomme anno haage alpa swalpa geluvu kandantaaythu!ella reethiya prayathnagalu mugida mele ghadiyaarada mullugalannu balawanthawaagi tirigiso prayathna maadtha iddaaga yellindalo gollendu nakka shabda kelisthu!sari bechhi biddu atha itha tirugi nodidaaga gothaaythu adu manassina kitaapathi endu!baagila bali hogi ninthukonde.
Railu munde hogthaa kaalwannu hindoodtha ideyeno anstha ithu!kelavomme hasiru gaddegalu tumbi hariyuthiro kaaluvegalu,sethuvegalu!ade prayaanadalli kandu baruva biruku bitta nela,tale mele kay hothu kootha raytha,tannantaane addadi kondiruva nelada mele neygilige kattiruva aakalu,ishtella idda mele kaaluveyalli innelliya neeru!
Aadaru prayaana munuduvareyuthe hmm athwa munduwarsthivi!
Tumbida neerina kaaluvegalu,baradaada nela yellawannu onde gathiyalli nodthivi,awugalannu hinde bittu saagtha irthivi.antheye jeevana anno prayaana..

Ishtella aalochanegalu manasinalli iddavo athwa daari saagutha moodi bandavo tiliyadu! aadaru  ee aalochanegalalliye samaya doodo haagiddidre yaava tondarenu irthirlilla,aagolwe!! ee haalu manassige banna bannada kanasu kaano aase,ninthalli nilawalladu!adakke anthaare manassu langu lagaamillada huchu kudureyanthe!yaava samayadalladaru adara EQ(energy quotient!!)iliyabahudu!endu kelagiliyada china mathu indhanada beleyanthe aata aadsuthe!

Ade prayaanadalli aa samayadalli  kanda manohara drushya.ella banna,aakaragalalli aakashawannu alankarisiro patagalu.aakashadalli sambhaashane nadesutha idyo athwa balle pradarshana needutha idyo ondu tiliyawalladu!makara sankranthiya sanje aagasakku alankaara maadiskollo aase teerisuthaare ee oorina jana.gaaliya naadakke mele,kelage,bere patagala sutha mutha aakashadalli ondu sundara roopakawannu moodisithu!’when you are alone,the whole nature conspires to cheer you up!’ antha Coelho maathugalanna swalpa badalaayisikonde,mulughtaa iro soorya aakasha anno canvas mele drushya kaavya moodisidda!ottaare devaru nanagoskara nature carnival yerpadisiro haagithu!muluguva sooryanondige haage niddege hoythu ee manassu..


Prathiyondu prayaana hosa parichayagalannu needuthe.aadare nija hela beku andre ella parichayagalu ondu sambandhadalli beseya bekendenilla!aa prayaanavemba nenapina modala puta aa parichaya..

disclaimer:all pictures taken from google!!!

ZINDAGI NA MILEGI DOBAARA..

ZINDAGI NA MILEGI DOBAARA..

      

Nope I really don’t do promotional activities for charity!!its got nothing to do with criticism either!!hola  Amigo,I am honest!its ma sincere love for spain,tapas and sky diving(as well as pity for spending crores to promote tourism spain!)!!;)its has been my only constant dream,hope and the top most thing in my bucket list or to do list before you die or I would say before you turn 30 list!!!yes,its sky diving.my greatest fear is for two things heights and felinophobia(don’t google dis!!dat just means I am scared of cats!!)(I don’t like opening so many brackets its sucha disgrace to my graamar teacher!;-)well since I have opened one more I cant help but to tell you that it’s a childhood thing which hasn’t changed over years,hola don’t expect me to tell beyond this!!thats it!))so if I can go to that great height of 10500ft and dive or drop is a better word!fly and come down to earth after having witnessed its aerial beauty what else remains,I mean fear,not me!aww!that doesn’t mean to overcome felinophobia I will take a cat under my custody and say oh kitty!!!i aint do that in a 100 times!ah!well I don’t know!

Owe it to the excellent cinematography of Carlos Catalan that made me go ga ga over the distant spain,oceans and blues,the impeccable poetry,dashing wild horses running along the gorgeous vintage beauty in blue again,sun rays piercing through the golden yellow wheat fields,all the blues and yellows ultimately ending in the world’s biggest food fight,La Tomatina in red that definitely takes away the major chunk in any frame given the breath-taking spaces starting with gaudi on a blink and you miss kind,charming cafés,clean and simple layouts well I know i must still credit the cinematographer for its almost like travel porn where beautiful images keep coming on the screen and you will really start checking your account infos! Nos vemos en España amigos!!

The crorey dream apart whoever first said that beautiful line,”zindagi na milegi dobara..” said it right.grab every opportunity that destiny places in your hand cause by the time you think about all your means and possibilities,you can only sing ‘as time goes by..’!destiny gives oppurtunities,life places constraints but hope makes you sail through them,the only thing that lies within you forever untouched,undeterred.hope is fuelled by dreams the only constant change that grows on you more beautifully everyday,presenting the mundane in its best,colourful form to drive you away from the monostrous monotony and make you believe that your dream is not distant but you are stepping towards it every moment.

Once the oppurtinity is given the means and possibilities are the ones to bother,reminds you who you are,pierce you to think,analyse for its an investment you will be making not only for your own life but others whose might be altered.its then your instinct shows you your dream,fuels the stride in your step towards it through the god called hope.some wake up,listen and raise to that journey for their destiny,some don’t heed to their instinct,only to wake up on their bed every other day after they come back to the world they have submitted themselves to and waiting to just see what it would have been had they listened to their gods for a moment that could have altered the same lives around and within.only thing that mars the beauty of this wonder called opportunity is that once you turn it away it never comes the same.all the change happens in a second that either builds,alters or mars the course of that journey..

 I know I cant say this to people whose lives have already been knocked over by that one decision mostly garnered by advises,advices and aims but for those who really belive in that one line,zindagi na milegi dobara,sounds filmy for rationalists,clinky for the youngistan!well they will cope with it in their own time!