Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Thoughts @ 4AM!

I just can't sleep. There are so many things thats coming to my mind, so here I am, at 4AM typing them out for you. I have made streams of thoughts revolving around one core area but before that I have put down the conclusion questions for those who dont want to read the streams (I urge you to read it though, atleast that part that is you with respect to me)


I would like to ask:


1) Are we so scared or irresponsible that we don't want to protect and stand up for the very land that we live, earn, eat and drink from?

2) Are we really "The Indian Crab", who dont want all to progress together but are more keen on bringing down other's progress or being so selfish that only we want to progress? If yes, do we want to continue to be them despite knowing it?

3)Are rational thinking and human nature to adapt and accept, washed out from us, that the land we live in is not our's, but the land we left behind is always the one we protect?

4) Are we not able to see "IT" as a means of getting this Nation to be one strong county but we use it to make it more divided and make the divide stand out more starkly!


A reply to a different argument:


Situation is the Cauvery water dispute. A friend of mine, a tamil settled in Karnataka, asked, what if all the tamilians in Bangalore boycott offices - His complaint was about not getting tamil TV channels - and prove to the Government of their influence and presence.

My reply:
Boycott offices but go say "We too live in Karnataka, this is our home now, we use the water from here, this land's growth matters to us, justice to this place is our right, be just and come to a fair decision - to our land - the land that is sharing it's waters freely over so many decades. Give it something back for giving you the lifeline of precious water instead of just being more greedy". It's time for you all who live in this place, to call this place your home and stand up to protect it. Else, there might come a time when the water and money is all gone and just like the gardens are gone from the garden city, the people might too from the city...

The water from Karnataka gave Tamilnadu the lifeline, just like a mother's blood gave life to the child in the womb, like a friend's help revived a weak one. It's time the child and friend to grows up and becomes self sufficient, time to protect the Mother instead of just gnashing at the womb for more blood. Time to become a responsible child than to just become a arrogant mindless brat. (In my own personification.) Time to stop asking for more free help and instead get to be self reliant and repay with gratification.


The thought streams are here:



Stream1 - My Family:


At a function, 4 generations of the family - grandparents, parents, us and the next generation. There is a constant stream of talk, switching between kannada and Telgu effortlessly. In the 200 or so people about 3 grandparents and one entire sub-family (father, mother, children - a new addition to our family by marriage) can't speak Kannada. Most of us are good enough in Kannada to completely express ourselves - from screaming to sweet talking. Some have gone further and have studied this language with Masters and PhDs. Ofcorse, Telgu is not forgotten but happily intersperced in the conversation. It's an easy switchover, infact so easy, that till now we have not seen them as seperate languages, or that I am supposed to be partial to Telgu or Kannada. For us, both are mother tongues. Afterall, we live here and we use all this land's resources and that empowers us to say, THIS IS MY CULTURE TOO!


Stream2 - My Office:


At work we are a mixed crowd. There are Mallus, Tamils, Telgus, Northies and a couple of us Kannadigas. The outsiders plan to stay here for upwards of a decade atleast if not more. Strangely, only 1 person in that set is making a concious effort to inculcate this culture and calls bangalore her Home. It feels as if everyone else has an aversion to Karnataka and it's culture. It's looked upon almost as a criminal offence to absorb this culture. There are almost 70% outsiders in my team, they come here to bangalore, use all the infrastructure available and never once want to call it their place. Never once care to make a difference. They prefer to remain outsiders living inside. How can one expect to be accepted and united if such is the mindset? Whatever happened to the responsibility to the land that gives one the food he eats, the water that he drinks and the space to live in? Is this mind block fair? Human? Why blame someone when there is bias in one's own self?


Stream3 - My Friends:


I have friends who are kannadigas as well as those who have moved here for work. Those who have moved in have built houses here, have families here. Most also know the local language and culture. There are also those who are otherwise too. Those who isolate themselves behind the shut doors of their homes and tele-port back to "their" land from within their tele-visions. Those to whom it hardly matters what happens to the land they live in. They come out only to brashly point fingers at everyone else when something happes to their comforts but never to live with the locals. It pains that most of them are people who don't want to know about the local culture, who's families are not known to each other and they have not grown to become a tight bond but have remained - just friends. Gone are days of "aunty's coffee and snacks", "the parents' talks and gossips", "the sit at home, with the family and talk", I dont know their family and they dont know me; ofcorse the families don't knowing each other at all. Sometimes it's 'cause of language barrier, but more often it's a person's own barrier. Thanks to those few with whom I have bonded and not just remained friends.

Monday, March 05, 2007

couple of my fav songs's lyrics

Just felt like sharing these with you.


Anyone To Love




Another night, another drink
Another time to contemplate and think
Will I ever, ever have anyone to love

It's not that I don't try
Maybe I try too hard
Seems like I'm living a lie
So there's a game I just won't learn
And I wonder will I always be alone
I take a sip and wonder
Why I haven't anyone to love

I guess I'll say goodnight
My drink's done and it's morning light
Sorry my friend but you see
What other ending could there be
And I wonder will I always be alone?
I take a drink and wonder
Will I ever have anyone to love?


Guess I'm Falling For You



When I look into your eyes
I see sunshine
The coulds are blown away
I hope you're here to stay
'Cause I've got me needing more of you
Guess I'm falling for you

You walk away
My eyes caress you
Then you turn and smile
You've caught me thinkin' of love with you
Guess I'm falling, I may be falling for you

Since I met you days are brighter
Life's uneven loads are lighter
When I hear you whisper the words I long to hear dear
Now I look into your eyes
I'm lost in knowing that you are all I want
My need for you is growing
Guess I'm falling, I think I'm falling for you
Think about falling for me too


Ive got a crush on you



How glad the many millions of annabelles and lillians
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance
I fell and it was swell

Im your big and brave and handsome romeo
How I won you I shall never never know
Its not that youre attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view

Ive got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time give me sigh
I never had the least notion that
I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
cause I have got a crush on you

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage
That we could share
The world will pardon my mush
cause I have got a crush, my baby, on you

Monday, February 26, 2007

married men!

Ok now you can also go and cry and weep just like women! Infact, it might help you get rid of your annoying wifey :-)


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Sunday, February 25, 2007

pirates!

Just when I thought Pirates were movie stuff I came across this:


Pirates seize UN ship off Somalia


Curious? click here!


Is there a jack sparrow there?

weekend with the teachers

This weekend my sister had arranged a concert of sorts at her place. Among the people singing were my teacher and my teacher's teacher. It was quite an emotional moment since it's been quite sometime since I saw my teacher on stage. I was reminded of the first time I saw her sing, at a temple close to home, I was may be 10 then :-) and her voice, that deep sonorous voice of her's still makes me go crazy!


Grand meshtru(on the lines of grand parents)

My meshtru(teacher)

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

water woes

Yesterday I was reading a nice book which happpens to illustrate some examples of thinking differently and working on facts and data.

Problem I decided to take up was the Cauvery water dispute. I have tried my best to be impartial in these statements.

Let us list the facts:
1. Cauvery finds most of it's water source in Karnataka in the form of rainfalls.
2. The rain fall here is so abundant that the water is enough for the south region of the state and a little more to spare.
3. The reason for good rainfall - abundant forest which have NOT been destroyed for cultivation.
4. Since the rain water falls in the state, it belongs to this state. So also because the forests are maintained in this state and the crazy infrastructure costs that come with such a terrain. If any one has seen Coorg and Mangalore, they will realise the expense of maintaining roads in these regions.
5. TN has a lot of cultivable land but they depend on Karnataka's rain and water instead of the eastern monsoon.

The argument is that Karnataka collects the water and release it for free to TN, Under the name of national resource and one nation argument. Fine, under this argument why does TN not give away a part of it's produce to Karnataka in return for supplying the water. Afterall we are one nation. This would most definitely not be acceptable. So the best solution is that TN buys water from Karnataka. Depending on the water availability this would be released to TN. It does not justify for one state to give away the MOST PRECIOUS comodity for free to some other state for free. One nation argument is more apt when people are concerned. The number of Tamilians living in Bangalore using this state's infrastructure is enormous and no body every questioned their living here. As Indians this is their right but when it comes to resources it sould be handled with impartiality. Not just for political reasons.

Monday, February 12, 2007

India and education

"The statistics state that India annually produces some 4,500 doctorates as against 40,000 PhDs in China every year." - TOI.

Reading this in the times the first thing that came to my mind was Quota and the number of Institutions. Since 1960s the number of premier Institutions have remained the same, the seats are also the same number, the quotas have gone up like crazy. It would be nice to see a statistics on the number of PhDs Indians have got in the US.

The number of people in India has also gone up. Read: the number of Intelligent Smart capable people. Those are people who can not really afford to go to the US and get a PhD. Those numbers are steadily going up and our fantastic government/s is least bit bothered. Votes and vote bank politics is all that matters. Unless we all do something about it, one of the oldest and greatest civilizations on Earth will also become a fine example of having progressed, not forwards but backwards.

I applaud the way the Chinese have used their greatest asset - Human Population and converted their country into a bubbling economy with good infrastructure, good education and brought the country forward. I also appreciate the way they have made a place for themselve and preserved their culture than blindly adopting the West. However one thing that lacks in that country is freedom and once they get that, they will become invincible.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

as THE week sets in...

Last night out of the blues I remembered a song, Chal Chale and I downloaded it. The music started bringing with it a sweet stinging memory. The most well remembered moments around this song, the lush green Coorg, v driving in the jeep, the mist and the wet roads, and since then this song has been Chalu, Ive been playing it over and over again. One of those songs that just keep you wanting more.









On a thoughtful and innovative note, I am glad that flash drives and non-moving-parts-based storage was invented. The optic disk still gets ruined with repeted play back but the other has no wear and tear. Absolutely clear sound without the hum of the rotating disk. Im talking about my mobile and Ipod by the way. Im glad sony has a good sound quality, quite crystal clear I could say. Music systems should implement serial port based playback of files. That would really be the next step. May be even 2 ports, that assists in copying, reducing the dependancy on the computer for copying. Playing from phones, pods, and a host of other devices would become easier.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

1957

I wish I was not born in this bloody mess of a 21st century. I wish I had some courage to get up and do what I wish to, what my heart draws towards instead of being stuck in this stinking pot of IT. The only time I get to be me is the teary ride on my bike. Yes these days when I get on my bike, my pod is churning out the music of the Gods. Invariably a traffic signal happens to be the only time when I can hear my ipod. In those few moments I am moved and torn and elavated and all at the same time. This is too much for a small person like me and the tears just rollout. Today I was listening to this old copy of GNB and Chowdiah's concert.I wish I was born in their time, where making money was not so much of an issue, where IT was not the only employment, where going abroad was not the only ambition and life was lived all through and not just in the 20s and 30s, where education meant more than just MS/MBA. I wish this internal conflict ends soon and when I break out from my cocoon I am a beautiful butterful and not an ugly moth.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Kamadhenu kalpavruksha

That's the name of my latest painting. Some snaps of it below below.


The entire painting


Border flowers


Kalpavruksha


Wings and Shawl


Pecock tail


Jewelery

Friday, February 02, 2007

odd man!

Today I went to give my bike for servicing. To get back home I usually take a auto but today I just hopped on to a bus. This is the first time after almost 2 years I am taking a bus. There I was, dangling by one hand, the other holding the helmet and in a Bus. The looks I got, well, I felt like an outcast almost.As I was buying the 6rs ticket, I was thinking of my college days when I would take this bus, fight with the conductor that my pass was valid for this route, all for a 1 rupee bus ticket. I was also reminded of how thin I used to be and how much stronger when, halfway to home, my arms started to hurt like hell. May be I should take the bus more often, but then, that would mean more than 2 hours travelling...Ok plans ditched unless absolutely needed, but it's a far better and cheaper option compared to autos.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Music and Meaning

Thanks to a great personality, I was intoroduced to one of the divine singers of this age, TM Krisshna. Since the day I heard him in a concert around newyear's, I have been dying for more. Yesterday a good friend and I were at Planet M and I picked up a CD of the man with the brass voice. Today was listeneing to it on my way to office. At the busy MG road traffic signal this fantastic voice is doing this neraval and in a moment, at the busy signal, my mood elavated. The joy became so profound that tears burst forth. What is it that makes me so happy? It's not words, but just the 7 swaras and the play with it. Or, may be it's just the flow. The ups and downs and the interlacing of it. There are a million things that carnatic music holds in itself. What would be life without music...beautiful but then lacking in beauty.







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Monday, January 29, 2007

Random thoughts from a single origin

Love is like sand in hand, hold it too loose and it flies away, squeeze it too hard and it slips away.

Expectation - Translitereation from kannada: If it does not bend as a sapling, will it bend as a tree.

Nip it in the bud - even if you hope it might bloom into a flower - if the bud wants to rush to become a flower, wants all the attention, a bud that is weak or does not understand that there are other buds in the plant but sucks all the sap away.

One bad stands out despire a hundred good.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Sunsets

I work on one of the tall buildings in the city. I am on the 10th floor and the pantry overlooks the Southern side of the city. There is nothing that obstructs my view. The sunsets are the best thing here. See some shots I took on my phone. I pray to god, next time make me an Eagle.

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Manfredi Triathlon

This month has seen me devouring 3 fantastic books. All by the Italian writer, Valerio Massimo Manfredi. The titles:
Empire of Dragons
The Oracle
The Talisman of Troy

He is a fantastic writer who is a master at interleaving history and fiction. All the books are very good but the best was Empire of the Dragon. It has a good blend of war, struggle to survive, for power, of deceit and valor, ego and it's breaking, travel, history and fable.

My next on must read by Manfredi:
Last Legion
Alexander collection

Please note, I am accepting gifts, in case someone is feeling like you know what to get me :-)

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cast in sugar

India, Tradition, Classical, Customs, Festival, Festive food, Festival Preparations, these are words that ignite a sort of passion in me. Somehow, I feel we are a lost generation. We are neither Indians nor Westerners, we try to ape the westerners and we succeed in being apes. I don’t even see the point of trying to become like them when they are so not ready to accept us even as humans, let alone as "them". Why do we want to become part of the hypocrisy? The worst is the kind of outlook we have towards our own language and customs and the "not so well off as us" people. Why do we want to spit at ourselves? The worst thing in the world is internal conflict of a man against himself and accepting to be degraded. I see a lot of people from my own generation going through it. The internal conflict is how they identify themselves as, in reality they are Indians but are supposed to be western in behavior. We can see clearly that being modern is not all about drinking and partying but in making our nation strong, getting our infrastructure right, getting back to being a developed country. It is sickening to be called cheap labor, to be thrown tit-bits, leftovers and rotten junk and being told that we are the IT capital. This is against what we read in our history, what we see in our grandparents and we are left lost. There is absolutely no respect for the generation, from the elders nor from peers. Everyone knows we are doing nothing great and in such a case where does the respect come from? The money is there, but the respect and dignity, it's just not there. Sometimes I hate our previous generation, for not being the kind who taught us to care for our own values, for wavering and loosing identity and many other reasons the top of which is the desire for money in dollars and for respecting dollars and not humans.

These were random musings as I was making the cast sugar sweets for the harvest festival. We are like the sugar casts, tasty and sweet but not strong, who melt away easily and loose our identity but then essential for flavor.


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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Memory down tea-lane

Not too long back, everyday evening I used to have friends over at home. It was not the posh - get slosh kind of crowd but just the boy next door, level headed bram-boy, kind of friends. I would make tea, we would sit at the steps of the front door overlooking into the garden and talk. Anything, right from academics to music to sex. We would spend a hour or so together and they would get back home. It was such a filling experience. Since work started this custom has stopped. Everyone is now grownup, all are busy, and the void is growing bigger in the heart. I wonder why at office colleagues remain acquaintances and never become friends.


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mango season's here!

:-) Can't wait to have the mango flower chutney, tender mango pickles, raw mangos with salt and chilli power not to forget the juicy mangos.

The trigger was this tiny mango fallen from my tree:

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by the way, that's natural sunlight streaming from between the tree :-)

This is a look at my tree:

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Hats off!

He is a Perfectionist. In play, in life, in talk and whereever else. He is as precise as a swiss watch and handles all kinds of tennis styles with ease, just like a swiss knife. He is calm on the outside like a lull before the storm and charged up like a raging storm inside. It's beyond pleasure watching him play. Roger, you rock man! Hats off to you!






Misty Mornings

Finally I managed to get out of bed early in the morning today! I went to my favourite place, lalbag and as I was jogging around the lake, I heard the familiar quack quack of my ducks! A sort of welcome call to me. The misty air was running through my hair, leaving a tingling sensation as it caressed my body and soul. I reached the far corner of the lake and as I turned the pre-dawn scattered a scarlet red across the sky and a shimmering reflection in the water. The mist laiden trees dividing the Heaven from Earth and as I watched this colour play my mind streached across the boundary and united with nature. I then jogged on and as I completed another 2 rounds, the sun peeked from behind the palms.

I usually get to savour the lovely sunset across the city's skyline and as I was watched this splendid sunrise mirrored in the lake my joy was magnified two folds. Louis armstrong with that husky raw voice was the apt choice for today's jog. (remembered a moment with my ex, he got me the pod last year around this time). As the divine morning turned towards a normal day, I headed back to a mist kissed bike.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Invasion time and again

Somehow I have come to the conclusion that India has been and will be one of the richest and most sought after country in the world. Time and again outsider come here, make money, put Indians down and get lost leaving behind bad taste and memories.
It all started with the muslims invading this place a few centuries ago, looting it, polluting it and now living in it but not loving it.
Then came the Brits and the other colour changing skins from Europe (not sure why call them white when they turn red, blue and green depending on their mood). Again it was the same loot, pollute and abuse story.
Finally we got independence and got branded as a country with people to use as slaves for the so called developed but immature minded nations. The same pre-independace story in a different form, Some select people were taken to the developed countries to make it more rich, the others were used as "skilled labour" for the fast growing IT Industries's crappy clean up and maintainence work that no one enjoyed doing. If maintenance is "GOOOD" work then why do we look down upon people tending to gardens and buildings and look up at architects and landscape designers with awe? The same shit applies to IT. Now the developed countires are given "warning" that developing nations are become developed! (see this) Scared hyprocrits that they are, don't even have the courage to accept that other nations can be developed too and they have the balls to talk of world peace and growth (may be they forgot to put a note that they are talkin of their world and not Earth).
Next comes the invasion into our own country for all the Travel stories they want to make. I don't mind them making a travel show. As travellers they show a different prespective but as long as they are un-biased and openminded its fine. Ofcorse, they expect to see Europe/US in asia, which is very absurd but then again can't expect much out of narrow minded travel guides. What I really am against is why the hell do some non-indian person have to tell the world about Indian culture and cooking? Recently I was watching this chinese cooking show and the chinese woman settled elsewhere was making these chinese dishes and in between she was praising the Chinese and China's culture. On the other hand there was this other show in which some horrible firang who does not know the name of the spices used also was trying to cook some Indian food and half the time he was complaining on how spicy and fattening and what not Indian food was. Then why the bloody ***K was he making a living cooking Indian food! The same thing happened another time where they were showing Durga pooja preparation and the moron acting as the host goes about saying "The gaudy colors that Indians seem to love so much". I am shocked to see such sick comments from people who are used to "neutral" statements and of "mild" nature. Then there was this praise of Calcutta as India's literary capital and I confused. I mean, there are so many languages in India and there can never be one single place for our Country when it comes to cultural/lirerary superiority. Why can't people frame correct sentences that give out the complete facts. These are what make our country different and special and how can a Firang even be expected to understand this when most of the Indians dont! This happens time and again and it's time we raise our heads and stand for our dignity; than letting the Firangs screw us and our dignity. It's time the channels/producers recruit some "proper" people from India for shows based in India.

p.s: This is just a verbalisation of reaction to some events on TV and is not meant to hurt sentiments of anyone on EARTH.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Xmas!!

Ok I know this post is a little delayed but then I got the pictures only now!!

For this last christmas, I joined with a few of my friends and with a lot of help (concepts including making us practice, getting the songs and tunes) from my teacher Ivy Thomas, we made a small choir. Here are a few snaps from that party. It was one jolly good party and we sung carols in German, English, Spanish and even Japanese!


Oh ya the Santa gave me a gift too and there was free cake and coke from the maxmuller cafe.

THats me with SAntA...


Thats my instructor in the shawl. One energetic person with a fab voice!


THe entire bunch Zinging :-)

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

About bikes and technicalities

I was generally musing about how the reserve fuel thing works on my bike. I know it's just 2 intake pipes at different heights and all that but still I wanted to google it and see what comes up. I found this really nice site that has some pretty neat stuff!



The main article

The valve used to control the intake is called petcock. (don't get ideas here! funny name I know!). Click petcock to findout more.

Also, I found out why excatly I crashed into the hill last time when getting down at a bit of a high speed. Pretty nice article. Didn't know the concept of countersteering, now that I know, I shall practice it and get my reflexes used to this. The link to counter steering is here

Ok before you start making comment, yes I have had my bike for 2 years now and yes I am paying more attention to knowing it's working only now. Better late than never! :-)

Sunday, January 07, 2007

At devarayana durga.

This Sunday, I and a friend of mine decided we would go to devarayanadurga, a hill top fort on Banglore Tumkur highway. It was a lovely ride, but could not stay till sunset as I had to get back to Banglore by evening. I could not find much details of the route on the web so, here it is:
There are 2 routes to this place.
1) From banglore, go till Dobaspet. Go under the flyover and take a right. The left leads to Shivagange betta and right leads to Devarayandurga. There are 2 roads on the right, take the one that is diagonal to tumkur road and not the one perpendicular. Better to ask one of the villagers if confused. :-). This road is in quite bad shape and it's a longer approach to DDurga. On this route you get DDurga first, and then as you go towards Kyatsandra, you get another Hanuman and Shankara temple, a little further is Namada Chilume and then Siddaganga mutt (different from Siddagange betta) and a KM from there is Kyatsandra where you hit Blr-Tumkur road.
2) The other route, as you might have guessed it, is to get in from Kyatsandra side. Ride about 5 kms from Dobespet on Tumkur road and you will reach this intersection. From there, Blr->on Tumkur road, a bit after reliance A1 take the right at Kyatsandra->Siddaganga Mutt->NamadaChilume->Hanuman Temple->DDurga. The roads on this side are much better and I feel this route is shorter and faster.

Fact File:
1) For food pick any of the resturants on Tumkur road starting from Kamath to Reliance A1 but I liked the good old pavitra hotel at Kyatsandra the best :-)
2)Food is not availabe at DDurga, so better fill up before you get there. You can carry it too but then beware of monkeys. You however get tender coconut and the like.
2) Namada Chilume has a small heard of deer in an enclosure and a spring (ok water DRIPS only) from a boulder.
3) Hanuman temple - no idea how this is. Didn't go there.
4) DDurga has 2 temples, BhogaNarishma which is at the base of the hill and YogaNarsimha which is on top of the hill.
5) Road goes almost to the temple on the top. But to reach the temple you got to climb about 50 odd steps.
6) There is a small stone structure further from the temple, on a large boulder that can be reached from a steep climb through (kinda) caves and paths taken over by forest. The view from up here is worth the climb :-)
7) All these places are very cleanly kept and there are enough dustbins. Please use them and help keep our country clean instead of praising other countries. It's our responsibility! We are afterall a race that are more cultured and learned than them.

Happpy travelling!

Some Snaps below

The serpentine roads:


The temple from the top:


The fortress:


My Love:


Me!! On top of the world!! (ok top of the hill)


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a week with music

The new year started off with me relishing a wonderful concert and the entire week continued with that same elavating experience. The past one week I have met, spoke to and seen upclose and personally some of the most well known people in the field of carnatic classical music. I also went through some prominent changes in this last week.

The most important was in the way I appreciated carnatic music. Sitting amongst well versed students of a very great singer, cuddled up with a special frnd, getting to know the different aspects of the concert, has added a diffent dimension to my feeling and enjoing carnatic music.

I started to look at todi raga in a different sense, rather was show to see it in a different way; for me it was always a sober raga but Ravikiran painted an altogether different picture on his gotuvadyam. I got introduced to a superb singer, TM Krishna, a man with a voice that scales 3 octaves with ease, with a ring in it as clear and strong as a brass bell, whose knowledge and creativity in music is so good that people have modified songs which praise the lord krishna and they sing it in praise of TM Krishna! I also got to speak to and take the blessings of Kanyakumari, the first one to get on to my list of favourite violinists. It was a night that I shall remember, I still shiver just thinking about it. She is one of the most sweetest and charming lady I have met.

I also got to see a yaga and yagna for the ragas. It was a very pleasent and new experience for me to see scores of people singing in unison; and then later on all of them got to have lunch and leave. It was close to 3000 people! I have never been to a tyagaraja aradhana but this is how it would be I think, a goosebumpy and thrilling experience!

I was also enlightened on the fact that the richness of Mysore's artful people has not yet been completely wiped off. After watching the divine brothers, Mysore Nagaraj and Dr.Manjunath, I am glad to say all the great musicians are all not in Tamilnadu :-), we still have some left in mysore who can lift you to heaven. They brought so much of emotion into the music that I was moved to tears, once in an alap and again in one of the "neravals". As RKP sir said, this is a concert unforgettable for ten years, but to me it will be unforgettable for life, the day I got the first glimpse of these 2 gods on stage. They right now top the list of my fav violinists.

The last day was a different program, a dance drama presentation of the story of Vadiraja. it was simple but very tasteful and creatively done. It was a special program in more than one way for me but we wont go there here. It shall suffice to say, I was overjoyed watching it all.

This is one week where I got to meet legends that are and legends that are going to be, where I made a few new friends and have had a week filled with happyness every single day!

Monday, December 25, 2006

A fab xmas weekend

Weekend was butt achingly fantastic!!! Me and a friend of mine decided to go out biking for 3 days. Did some 650 odd kilometers in 3 days which included a stupid accident with the side of the road, where my bike got badly damaged but thankfully we both escaped almost un-scrached. Now the repairs is gonna cost me a bomb and I dont even have insurance!! But all in all it was simply fantastic. Places visited:

Day1:
Banglore->Ramnagar->Maddur->Shivanasamudra (Bluff falls for ye english lot)->Talkad (Awesome beachy looking place)->T-Narispura (Sangam of 3 rivers)->Mysore
stayed at mysore after a nice 270Km ride of which 100kms was just mud road!

Day2:
Mysore->Nanjangudu->Gundulpet->Bandipur(missed taking a turn to our actual destination)->Gundulpet(had to ride back about 15 KM of bad roads)->Gopalswami Betta(Wanted to see elephants but missed it)->Gundulpet->Nanjangud->Mysore
In total about 200Kms mostly good roads. Left early morning and reached the misty hills while it was still misty :-) so returned back home by afternoon. Hogged on good lunch and took a nap. Evening went to chamudi hills. In total abot 220 or so kms of riding.
The stupid accident was here on the chamundi hills!

Day3:
Mysore->Srirangapatnam->Cauvery Sangam (Cauvery splits into 2 before Srirangapatna and merges after it)->Srirangapatna->CoffeeDay on mysore Road->Banglore
Did not want to rip at 100KMPH as I usually do 'cause I was not sure how the bike was doing after accident. So came at a horrible snail's pace of 60KMPH! I dont ride so slow even in the CITY!!
Now nursing a sore butt and feeling like accomplishment achieved!!

Saturday, October 28, 2006

weekends, working

Today has been quite boring at office. We are compensating for some holiday and hence working on a Saturday. All my friends have called me since morning and asked me "where are u? working? I thought I'll meet you today" like ya rite, you didnt feel like meeting me for the past 1 month! And there is no work too since morning! I have been chatting or reading blogs or something like that...how terrible. I wanna go home! I wanna finish of the book I am reading for the past month! I wanna go shopping, I wanna do something else!!!

I wonder how people on bench feel, I mean if this is my state in a few days how must they be feeling for like months...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Green Valley!

Misty mountain tops, lush greenery, a lone path, a railway track, endless number of high bridges and dark tunnels, this is Karnataka’s most favorite trek route. The Sakleshpur rain road trek, a must do for anyone who calls himself a trekker. I have wanted to do this since 2 years now. This last weekend, thanks to a good friend, I made it!

We started out Friday night almost close to midnight from Bangalore. The bus took us to Sakleshpur, the nearest town, in the wee hours of the morning. After a hot cuppa and packing some breakfast, we boarded another local bus that would drop us near Maranhalli, the starting point of our trek. We took a muddy slushy path in the forest, along scattered houses for about a kilometer to reach the first bridge. This railway bridge will be our actual starting point of the 16 KM trek on the railway track. We freshened up in the crystal clear stream water and finished up our breakfast. I rolled up my tracks to leech proof my legs by a liberal dose of amruthanjan, a strong balm of sorts. I was unfortunately too late, a little fella had already crawled up and latched on and was sucking my blood. My first leech bite!!! After 4 monsoon treks in the western ghats! Took a snap of my dark parasitic friend before salting him off. After armoring with the above said balm, we go on the bridge and set off on the track.

Took some snaps at the bridge. It was quite awesome standing on the bridge at such a height and no guard rails or such stuff. Started walking, measured steps on the sleepers, almost a catwalk. Little did I know that my walking habit would need re-training after the trek! A hundred meters and we encountered our first tunnel, a good 250 meters long one. Photos shoot time again! Picked up a rusty railway bolt as a memento and moved along. The bats had all flown off as the trains have started plying, this was a bit disappointing. As we started walking into the tunnel, it became pitch dark and we switched on a few torches. But after a few minutes of walking we decided to walk in the dark for the thrill of it. Reached the end of the tunnel and realized another tunnel starts off just a few meters away! The whole track is like this, full of numerous bridges and tunnels. It’s just fantastic!

The best tunnel was close to a kilometer long, which happened to be the longest one we had encountered in the whole trip. This has some wild turns in the middle and its pitch dark, quite a challenge. The only missing element was a loved one to smooch, feel up and maybe more! As we were walking along, we heard the following sounds: “It’s going left, completely left, left yaar, left, thud, ahha!” Our foreman, an enthu daredevil had miscalculated and instead of taking a right, he had taken a left and had fallen into a not so deep rain trench close to the tunnel wall and now he sports a nice mark on his head and nose! 

The best bridge was a wooden bridge, a few decades old. The wooden sleepers have not yet been replaced by iron ones and as such it is quite worn out and broken at places. This took a lot of nerve and concentration to cross. It was quite long and had a fast flowing stream underneath a few hundred feet down. It was a thrilling experience!

Towards afternoon we took a break, had just another 3 KM to our destination. We took a small path leading to a waterfall. After a cold bath and good water massage, and lunch, I slept off on a rock, head resting on my friend’s lap. It had been a while since I slept on someone’s lap… A good half hour’s rest later I woke up to a grey sky and by the time we packed and hit the track, a drizzle had begun.

We reached the destination station, Yedakumeri at around 5.30. The station master had setup quarters and the workers had moved on. After a bit of negotiation, we managed to get a room to stay for in the night. It was a diesel generator room, thankfully not running, the floor was not swept for ages and the slight smell of diesel oil hung in the air. No complaints, adjust and survive is the motto. The cook there agreed to give us hot water but no food as they were low on supplies, so just had cuppo noodles and a shot of whiskey and some vodka to keep warm and then sat down with the station master for a chat till 10 and then we hit sack.

Our initial plans for the next day was to cut across the forest, walk up 5KM and reach a near by village and catch a bus from there. Due to heavy rains, the path had an overgrowth of vegetation and would be infested with leaches. So, we made and alternative plan and kept this as a last resort. The station master told us that a goods train would be passing by at some unknown hour in the night, and he told us he could stop it briefly but it was for us to convince the driver to give us a ride. In the mean while another group of software guys had also come along and the station master refused to give them shelter and they ended up sleeping in the open-aired waiting room. People skills training does not seem to be effective enough.

The next day round 3 we were woken up and the station master told us to hurry. The train was almost there and was chugging along slowly. We all hopped on to the train and soon it started to move with a harsh jerk to warn us of its “non-passenger-friendly” way. Somehow I feel that the station master had sort of convinced the driver to take us - over radio. Oh that was the first time I saw what GSM-R is used for. And along with us the other group also tagged along. We all huddled up like sheep in the small coach and the since it was dark outside and there is not electricity in goods wagons, the other team were using all their torches. After some time all switched off except this one guy, all dressed up like a cowboy but hardly had the courage. He kept it on till I finally got annoyed and asked him to switch it off.

What an experience it was! The dark, the rattling train, the tunnels and bridges, the greenery, the mist and the emerging twilight. We reached Subramanya, a temple town with busses connecting to Bangalore at around 7. From there we took a jeep to the bus-stand half hour away. The jeep was stuffed, that’s the best way to describe it. I was practically in the driver’s seat and he in turn was almost leaning out and driving! 4 people in the front and 6 in the back and the luggage! And the man is ripping across in the Ghats! Whao! We reached the bus stand, caught the first bus to Bangalore and after a gruesome 9 hour ride reached home at 6 in the evening. The first 3 hours was in the Ghats section and man was it awesome! One fabulous trip done and many more to go!
The snaps are here by the way.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Passport!

Today I saw this sign on the passport road.



If this is the state of the road leading to the passport then which way do we go with our passports? No wonder we have a lot of confused travellers! :)

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Reservations in India.

Today's headlines scream out to the public that "Our Prime Minister's Grandsons are ill and have Dengue". I so hope and wish that as an eye opener one of the grand child must be treated by merit students and the other by reservation students exclusively. That will I hope show to the PM how he is playing with his citizens and give him an understanding between basic education for all and professional courses on which lives depend.

According to our history, a good King would treating his citizens as his children. But our nation is in such sick political hands. Let the PM disprove this by treating his children like all his other citizens!

Don'd blame me for wanting to be under a great able king than under such lousy sick politicians.

Friday, September 29, 2006

A language independent of regionalism

I am not sure if the word regionalism is a valid word but then I am too lazy to look it up and it serves the purpose here for me. Oflate I have been reading a lot of stuff about India and how we have sold ourselves to the western world and the struggles and fights of getting back our individuality and culture.

Despite all these, there is no real feeling of oneness amongst the countrymen. There are a million things that divide us and we are happy to fight to keep it up that way. Language is one such element. Living in banglore, this is one thing I keep hearing often, that we use english and all other languages except kannada. Quite true I agree, but things are changing. I myself am making an effort to use kannada. It's another matter, I was born to telgu speaking parents and can't speak telgu for nuts. I guess that's also a typical banglorean characterstic, where ever the origin, everyone born in banglore finds kannada as a comfortable language to speak in than the language that parents speak.

And getting back on track to a common language for Indians, I strongly feel that Sanskrit is one language that is not associated to any region. This would make a good common language if the government makes an effort to bring it about. Also, we as people wanting to be of one nation, should strongly promote this too, In terms of getting back our own identity as people of a nation, rather than the divided regions of India. Learning Sanskrit has been an elegant thing and I think its pretty cool too with all the complexities it has. I am not saying we throw away kannada or hindi or whatever the languages we speak, but across regions we must use Sanskrit than force others to learn our language, both as hosts and as visitors.

And similarly we must make an effort to make things common and Indian, respect others of the country than show them attitude. Humbleness and kindness has been our cherished values, lets go by it.

-My thoughts for a strong united India

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

value added services

Sometimes when I go out of coverage area I wish I didnt have to loose my messages and if a internet is available around, It would be great if I could get it on my mail ID. This is actually simple, the software at the operator can be modified to recognise that a mobile is out of reach and instead of saving the message for further trying, it could be instead forwarded to the user's mail ID. Probably this could be done after a fixed intreval of retries may be 15 min to 1 hour configurable by the operator. Also a notification could be sent to the sender that the user is out of coverage area or something like that. Even better would be the user to be able to reply to that mail and an SMS reaching the sender. Pricing could be the same as normal SMS charges applied on the email. This would greatly increase the SMS usage even in roaming and could be quite profitable as a mass usage occurs.
a few teki thoughts once a while... :)

coining a new word...

Every day while comming back from office I usually take the bylanes to avoid traffic. There is this one road where there is an apartment being build. The road is used as a store room for sand and gravel and some spills over to the ground and makes riding a nightmare. I have decided to call this situation as "Bikemare" :) and I usually have 2-3 bikemares on a good day!

Ride to Nandi hills

I had been wanting to go on a ride to Nandi hills on my bike for sometime now. This last weekend I decided I am going no matter what. I called a lot of people and after a series of refusals I called up my close friend and cribbed that I really wanted to go! He agreed with doubts about the time. I wanted to leave by 7 and he was not sure if the hills would be that great at 9. So after convincing my mom, we planned to leave at 4.30 in the morning instead.

On Sunday, I got up at 4, got ready really fast and met up with him at 4.45. Man, talk about craziness. It’s amazing to ride at this hour in the city but once we reached the highway, the ride got slow with my headlights not being powerful enough. We reached the foot hills at around 6 and started the climb up. The upper part of the hills was mist covered and as we rode up, it soon became completely foggy and misty and the ride got better! It was super cool, awesome. After taking some snaps on my mobile camera, we reached the top by 7.

We roamed around the place watching the neighboring misty hill tops and the landscape down below, went into coffee plantations and hidden trails hardly taken. We were having a lovely time just the two of us, away from the crowed parts. Soon the sun stared to clear the mist and the hill turned plain and simple. We decided to head back at about 9 and were back home at 11 in the morning. Despite the day light, the road had this eerie feeling that prevented me from zooming back home so I did a slow 60 kmph ride back with a feeling of achievement, after so long a wait.

Bangloreans!!

It’s very annoying when someone says something about Bangloreans. Every single person who comes to Bangalore has to crib about us; I don’t understand who gives them the right to criticize us. It’s our place and we live how we like to. Just because others come and settle here why should we should change ourselves to please them and make them feel at home. Give me a break; you want home, go back, why did you bother coming here. I find it very pitiable that they are such blind narrow minded people. You don’t go to Italy and say no one speaks Hindi here or that roads are narrow and such. When you go some where respect the people for what they are and not put them down and try to show you are superior. No one is, everyone is unique in their own way and no one is really superior as such. And don’t generalize because of just one person you see or interact with. I hit the roof when one of my favorite radio stations, radio Indigo, decided to do a poll on what people find irritating about Bangloreans. I don’t understand why they don’t have a poll on what Bangloreans find irritating about the outsiders. Is it because the content manager or the radio jockey is a non-Bangloreans who loves to put down people of the place she lives in? Grrr!!! A fuming Banglorean!

A visit to Shankar Mutt

Shankar mutt has been on of my most favorite places to visit. During the dussera time, goddess Saraswathi is decorated in various forms each day and also there is a concert in the evenings. Yesterday I was insisting that I wanted to go as there was a bit of turmoil in my mind about something that had happened. So at 9.30 after dinner, I and mom went to the place.

This is a haunt of mostly Brahmin crowd. It was really pleasant, everyone is organized and clean, wear decent clothes and come as a family unit. The concert was going on by a local resident and it was quite nice. A lot of kids were running around and playing but not disturbing the atmosphere. Overall it’s a soothing environment. After praying for the goddess and the acharya for their blessings, I sat there contemplating if what I had done was right. And ultimately, I felt it was a good thing - what I had done. With a feeling of renewed motivation and aim I headed back home with a decision to go there everyday till dussera end.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Joy at Jog

It was a thursday evening, One of my friend was headed to Jogfalls. I told him that I wanted to come and soon we were planning to do a 2 day trip to Jogfalls and Agumbe. But for some reasons, we had to settle for just Jog falls.

We left on Friday night and reached Jog at 6 in the morning. There was a slight drizzle and what a MAGNIFICIENT sight it was. I instantly fell in love with "Rocket". The beauty of the water smashing and exploding is beyond explanations. The water level in the dam had risen quite a bit and hence all the gates were opened making the falls very "FULL". We could not see roarer from where we were standing, nor could we see the end of RAJA as the mist rising was so thick. THe wind changes directions often making the falls appear and disappear behind the mist.

We decided to climb down. A local shopkeeper warned us of slippery rocks. As we started climbing down, I could feel my joints groaning like rusted joints. After about 20 minutes of climbing, our path was taken over by a stream but we continued our descent with wet shoes. But, the wind changed directions and in an instant there was a heavy downpour. We carried on but soon it became an wirl wind and the entire path was water logged. Our rain jacket, umbrella and water proof bags was no match for the 'Jog Rain', so we named it cause this rain was the mist rising from Jog. It was artificial rain!

We started to climb up, escaped the rain envelop and with numerous pit stops and chocolates to make up for the depleting energy levels we climbed back up. The timing was just perfect as the crowd had just started the descent and we had had our privacy and peace being early birds.

After a second round of break fast, we sat there drying our clothes and socks, taking pictures and me soothing my aching legs. Then we decided to walk to the other side, closer to the falls near the Raja rock. We took off our shoes as it was like wearing lead boots and walked the 3 km to the other side barefoot. There is a bridge which not only connects the 2 ends of river back but also sort of seperated the calm sharavati on one side and the gurgling falls on the other.

We reached the other side and rushed to see the vertically down view of the Raja falls. We can also see roarer from this side. It is a completely guided falls gushing out from a sudden bend in the rock above. It makes quite a noise, almost a thunder clap at times. The raja rock is a projection right next to the Raja falls and looking down from this point the abyss of the falls is visible when the mist clears. Also due to it proximity to the falls you can see the water exploding to billions of drops and mist. This view is priceless and mindblowing. After multiple peeks from the edge, we try to feel satisified but then, this is one of those things thats so attractive that dissatisfaction is guarenteed. After some time we head back, have some scanty food and want to spend time at the river bank.

There was no way to reach the water front, so we go instead to a green field. The rains which were holding back till now started lashing its wet tongue at us! We surrendered to the leeches in the field and headed back to the bus stand just in time for the bus to Sagar, a near by town.

At Sagar, since we had a couple of hours to spend, we had dosas and coffee, roamed around the town. It's a beautiful little town with very good looking people with an amazing complexion. Finally we boarded the bus and fell asleep instantly. Woke up in between couple of time due to leg ache but went back to sleep after shifting a bit. Sunday morning, back in banglore to find my bangalore in a pleasent post rains mood...

Shivagange

THis weekend after a lot of past ditched plans, me and Chi decided to get our lazy butts to shivagange. It was a fantastic ride on tumkur road and I finally felt like having streached my bike's legs. Ofcorse, before we got to get on my bike and leave, my and her mom had a lot of gyan to impart AND sulk despite the knowledge transfer session. After a 'blasting' ride of 20 minutes we reached Dabaspet where we had to wait a good 40 minutes before the other couple came trotting along. Then on we took to the village road, and naturally the speed became an idle pace, the helmet came off, and the smell of fresh earth was so inviting, almost to the point of wanting to bury onself in it. We parked our bikes at the foot of the hills and started our climb. We went to the two temples on the way and as we we climbed upwards, my stength gave up and every thing went bright and blank. I had to rest awhile and let the blankness clear. When we looked up, it was a long climb and we decided to cut it short to about midway where there was is varalkal thirtha, a small temple with a water hole in it.

When we stopped next, near a small stall for some fresh lime and butter milk, we realised that we had gone beyond the point and that the top was almost near by. What we didnt realise though was that this was the best and most challenging part of the climb. With a dog for company we started off towards the rest of the climb. The inclination is almost 80 degrees and thankfully there is a iron railing all along. It was a thrilling climb till we reached the top. The top is like a plateau with a temple. THere is also a carved bull at one of the corners with just a few centimeters of space for us to go around it. After going around the basava (bull) we sat on the plateau with the wind in our face and enjoying the majestic view from the top and the dog keeping watch over the monkeys. Trust you me, these monkeys are a BIG threat. After an hour or so, we started our descent. The dog parted with us at the stall and in a few minutes we were attached by a monkey. Fortunately, another bunch of guys came along and its attention, rather attack, was shifted on them.

We came to varalkal thirtha. Its hidden in a deep cave and going around the god is quite an adventure with slipping and falling being a very likely possibility. Behind the god is this small deep hole into which you can reach down for water. The belief is that only the pure at heart can reach the water as the water level constantly varies. Well...only the 2 of us guys could reach it, and I shall let you make the conclusions. :-)

From the temple, a few minutes down hill and we were back on flat land. After a visit to a kolaku kola (dirty pond) nearby we headed back to banglore, bidding good by to our slower counterparts. We soon were zipping back home and in an hour or so were back.
One place down, many more to go...

The flow of Internet radio

I had been wanting to buy world space for sometime now. The most important reason being the 24/7 western classical, jazz and trance excusive stations. It was a paradim shift for me when I was introduced to internet radio stations. Now I have dropped my worldspace plans and as the Internet serves one more of my needs, my support and belief in next generation networks becomes even more stronger. Lucky for me, I am part of the team bringing about this transformation.

Songs that move a nation

I was born at a time when there was no cable TV, there was a lone channel, Doordharshan, the government run national channel. As such, it was a channel with little ads, with the aim being not to make money but to provide entertainment at the same time enrich the nation, to bring it tgether and instill the flare for bringing the nation forward.

One of my favourite songs that was aired was "Milay sur mera thumhara", when our voices unite...It had some of the most popular stars of that time singing this one phrase, in various languages. It was a beautifully composed and presented song, built around this simple meaningful phrase. There are lots of such patriotic songs in all languages. These are songs that move a nation, which have an impact. In this time where our nation is sold by corrupt politicians, multi-nationals treating us as 'cheap labour' and our strong intilligent youth running away to other nations, the same who once took our freedom, will these songs have any impact? Do we need to play them more often than ads or do we make it commercial, re-mix it, strip it of emotions and make them in-comprehendable words and play it on Independence day and dance like drunk maniacs...or just bury them so that they rest in peace with their composers...

Bhai

Yesteray evening I managed to get out of office and also get someone to go to a movie with me. Both occuring together is quite a rarity. Went to Forum.

Oflate this place has become quite a pain to go to. The traffic outside, the people packed inside, the crowd outside the theater door, the security rules, the pain of keeping your helmet in some corner in the ground floor to go to a movie on the 4th floor, and leaving all "inflamable" things including smoke pack with the security, and paying an obscene amount of money for front row tickets with the speaker blaring away, the a/c being toooo cold, the booking of tickets some 10 days in advance...It's kind of becoming mindless. Sometimes, rather most times, I think in the name of progress and easy lifestyle, we are becoming less happy...

The movie was about following Gandhi's principles and all that. It was shot quite well with a different outlook and some day-to-day examples and all that. Would I follow it, no, I have never been a fan of Gandhi. But, it was nice to see a different prespective and a change in story narration.

This is the second movie where they are trying to get the people of India a message, a movie with not just sex and love but also a 'moral of the movie'. The striking thing was the use of radio as a means of reaching out to people in both the movies, the other movie being rang de basanti. FM has in a way takenover TV. But then, with the RJs in demand and a dirth of good ones, quality of the shows has come down significantly, and so has the language, with the aim of mass appeal and political appeal, a mix of english and local language usage which is quite jarring to hear at times is making radio not too appealing I feel. But, for now, we can re-write the song "Video killed the radio" to "FM is killing the video".

I hate crows!

My office parking is pretty sad. There is no sheltered parking, and what makes matters worse is this other small company in the same campus has spent a bit of money and got shelter for the employee's vehicles. It's just too alluring for us and I usually tend to park my bike there, I do care about my bke's color fading and even more about the fuel evapourating under direct sun. Yestarday the security guard turned me away from there with a very kind word to tell my company to provide shelter if I needed one.

And yes, you guessed it right, the stuppid crows had a field day practicing to shoot shit - on my bike. I almost had a heartattack seeing my bike last evening. Today as I was cleaning my bike, I was telling my mom, how I wished all the non-veg people started to eat crows instead of chicken and help us bikers...

Monday, September 11, 2006

fast track

Oflate I seem to be doing nothing much but still I am out of time to do anything. I love to read, to write, to sing, to play the violin, to pray, to make love, to meet my sweet heart, to get up early in the morning, to concentrate, to stay fit, to look good, to travel, to organise and a lot of other things. I just can't seem to find a heart to do anything. Today I make a resolution to take control of life and get it in order. This page will now on see how I am growing along with the usual thoughts on every day things that happen with me...

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Tanjore Trip

Had been to Tanjavour (Tanjore) and Trichunappalli (Trichy). The pictures are here!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Sometimes, I wish my fingers were doing something else…

All I do everyday for a living is sit and type something mundane, boring and utterly craft less. I wish I was giving my fingers something else to do.
Probably hold a brush and use it to give fine strokes, delicate lines, confident sketches, and create a lovely painting…
Maybe hold a chisel and tap with a hammer, sometimes hard, sometimes soft and at times almost a feather touch, and create a magnificent sculpture…
Or hold a bow and strum the strings, with long pure notes, short crisp strokes an amalgamation of harmonies, and create a soothing melody…
Perhaps hold a pen and carve on paper, emotional poems, meaningful stories or blissful soul rendering songs, and create a masterpiece of literature…
If nothing else, hold the flowers born of this Earth which, I dug deep to reach her womb, planted seeds of her own creation, and nursed them to bloom…
I wish my fingers were doing anything else but typing on this keyboard!!!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Garden of Mine...


Of late my garden has gone to the weeds, courtesy, the lazy me. But then, my garden has natural plants, developed by nature herself, which unlike the puny artificially developed advanced technology plants, don’t have much of a problem growing amongst weeds.

Today evening I went home and opened my bedroom window to let in some fresh air. Along with the fresh air came this wonderful fragrance that instantly filled my mind and I was elevated to a different level altogether. The source of this eternal fragrance, an eternal flower, said to have been brought down to earth from the heaven by Krishna for his wife Subhadra. The tale also says that the plant leant into the neighbor’s compound and all the flowers would fall into the neighbor’s compound, (where none other than the lovely Radha lived). My tree was also kind of like that a few years back but then thankfully now it has corrected itself and the blooms are on our side of the compound.

As I sit now at my comp, in my room, with the lovely smell pervading my room, I remember the day I walked into a classmate’s room 6 years back, a room filled with this all pervading divine essence of “Parijatha Pushpa”. The next day I got a small plant for my garden in hopes of my room becoming heaven. Now it is. Mother Nature has been kind to me. This is my thanks to her.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Rangashanakar...atlast...

This was my first Kannada play and the second play I am attending in my life, the first one being an English play by pritam - a wonderful play about an actor - anyways this was also my first time at rangashankara. (I know I am terrible, only 1 play in my 23 years of existence is not a pardonable sin! Hopefully I can make up for all the losses). The theater doors were shut at sharp 7.30 and everyone had switched off their mobiles. That’s one thing I like about the theater, they enforce you to be punctual and non-distubant (mobiles force you to, I can understand). The play was a comedy, about a pauper fooling his landlord into giving him money. It was a nice hour long play but the best part was the clever usage of English in Kannada sounding tones. Its amazing how late T.P.Kilasam was able to conceive such marvelous plays. Well...as they say all good things come to an end (I thought all things come to an end…) and the play ended too. And I came back home at 9, no hassles with auto drivers or such things. What can I say, working inside the city and having your own vehicle has its advantages... :). Ok folks, play has ended now time for me to say good bye...till my next blog, c u...

my comp is here! finally!

Got my comp finally today. After a wait of almost 2 days, my comp was delivered at 5 in the evening, Next step setup and all that. Well I have to go at 6, have a play to attend! I don’t want to be late!! Thankfully, my system admin came soon and really really quickly configured my comp! So I managed to get out at 6.05, rushed through traffic on the way picking up my sister and reached rangashankara (the name of the theater) at 5 minutes to 7. Only to realise that the play was at 7.30! Well... got a cuppa of coffee met a lot of my sister's gang of girls... (Well I don't want to call them "Married and almost aunts" ;)). And we enter the staging area and I am conveniently put in the middle of the women folk! Thankfully the theater is really strict about maintaining silence and all that. Thank god for small mercies I was spared the torture of gossip! Ok enough cribbing lets move on to the play...

At the end of all this... I have a great comp, brand new Dell with 17" TFT monitor, 3.8Giz P4, 80GB Harddisk, 2GB RAM ( I know its almost better than a server ) DVD drive and a 1Gbps LAN :) ofcorse the ultra fast 24 hour net access is a boon but then no messenger or blog sites... :(

First team meeting with the new team

Well the focus of the meeting was to discuss productivity. It was a really nice meeting involving a lot of discussion on what each term is, (well, not to be rude of anything but as an impartial statement, now I have a boss who makes us talk instead of just talking himself and asking us to talk too…) analysis involving the entire software development cycle. Not just for the project but also in terms of features, bugs and its rectification, effects of reviews and a lot of factors other factors was well explained. So instead of pure numbers, we got to see what could be done to improvise on the software quality, a good learning experience...

A new day has come...

New day of the year, a new office, well what can I say, I am feeling lucky! :) A great way to start the New Year. As I take my bike out there is this overwhelming sense of finally getting to take my bike to office. Once I get to office it’s a slow work filling out forms and all that. Nothing eventful. Lunch was good though and since I am no longer under mom's pressure to eat crazy amounts of rice, I can feed on veggies and chapattis :). Post lunch I met my manager, a very sweet Kannada Brahmin guy, total banglorean. Simply adore him. Here is some one who does not each cake as it may have egg and who gets up at 5.30 everyday! ( In the morning! ) Simply simply good. Not to overlook the fact that he is really well dressed and very much in shape! That apart, met my team, mostly banglorean; a very small team too all huddled up in 3 cubicles next to each other. Felt instantly at home! The day was a quite one with not much to do. Left at 5 and home in fifteen minutes! Simply too good! Well... that was day one

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

quit!

I quit my office recently. The last day, I finish the formalities and all that. As I return the ID card, I feel this sence of almost something saying in me, you are no more welcome here, you will be treated as an outsider, for one second I almost panic! It’s almost time for me to leave and I clear my desk. Almost everyone is gone out to play or watch cricket. As I leave, my closest colleagues come with me till the bus stop. As I am coming back in the bus, it’s a strange feeling… I am not associated with anything! I am kind of scared… I miss my friends at office… It’s gonna be a nice new experience at the new company but then, I shall still miss the intimacy I had developed with my colleagues. Hope they keep in touch…and we get to meet up soon…

A show on NDTV 24x7

I saw a program on NDTV 24x7. Topic of Discussion: Should Gays and Lesbians be given rights or should they continue to be treated like criminals? On the same not, article 377 – does it need correcting? The following are a few of the points that came up:

1. Its unnatural, so no rights

What nature are they talking about? Oral sex is natural? But heterosexuals are allowed to do it. How about sex for pleasure, no other animal except humans do it. Is that not un-natural? Using contraceptives – really don’t think there is nothing in nature that uses contraceptives. Is that not unnatural – how come church does not oppose that?
Human intelligence, that itself is unnatural, for that matter there are a lot of things that humans do which is unnatural! Ban all of that! Homosexuality is unnatural, my foot!

Ok we will narrow down to humans, are homosexuals not born naturally? Are we not humans? Therefore, we being gay, is that not natural? Why do they want to point at us and say we are unnatural? They don’t have any right to say that! Every being with all the characteristics they are born with are natural!

2. Its bad to the society

Is smocking not bad? People die of smoking! But that’s accepted! Is alcohol not bad? What about guy and girl holding hands being romantic, kissing is public, wearing skimpy clothes, is all of this ok? Then, even we should be! Is it not bad to cause trauma to millions of homosexual kids by this stereo type of the society?

Being open and accepting, now that’s what I would say is good. Not vulgarity but living like decent citizens, either gay or otherwise, that should be accepted. Do not accept vulgar and indecent straight lifestyle. Proper sex education to kids, not gay or straight but “PROPER” sex education, that’s what we need to give our kids!

3. Guy kisses girl is ok, mom kissing daughter is ok, father kissing son is ok, and all this is with love. But when a guy kisses guy then there can never be love! Hello…father and son are guys and still there is love between them. Love sees no gender! Love was never gender biased! Wake up and grow up!

4. Homosexuals spread diseases! Please, there are equal numbers of heteros if not more who are cause of diseases! Give us rights to be together and share our life with our lover. Then the sleeping around and all that will automatically stop! We will then have a choice to lead a life not just think of sex! Simple nice solution, but NO! Straight people are jealous and afraid that we may begin to lead a better life than you with your families with only greed and no love…Fine if your definition of marriage is not to be changed, call our relation lovage, +some thing to mean guy and guy or girl and girl living together with love. That way your technical definition remains intact. Of coarse you should not use lovage to mean straight relations as well.

We are not handicapped in anyway for you to help us become proper! You don’t go around correcting people with fantastic looks, great brains or melodious voice just because they are not like “normal” people. Its similar with us, we are just too good for you to “correct” us. Please don’t give such lame excuses.

People talk of accepting mistakes and correcting it. Prove it that you are capable of it! Accept that you made a mistake saying gays are criminals! Correct it! Give us basic HUMAN RIGHTS to live with and share our lives with the PERSON WE LOVE. As humans, we don’t ask you of that right, we demand it! It’s a very good example to set our children (your born children and our adopted children that you gave birth to but didn’t have the capacity to raise); and example of living with love and peace. If you are responsible parents as you claim to be then correct your mistake, not only for your gay child but for the millions of other gay children, give them a life to live without guilt but with peace of mind and love of a lover. It’s a matter of guts, something homophobic heterosexuals’ lack!

Monday, December 19, 2005

T-shirts...

Tirupur! I had plans of buying lots of good quality T-shirts at real cheap rates. I didn’t get the chance to! We were there on a Sunday and still people are working like crazy! Workaholic place it is! It was marvelous to see how the T’s are made. And the management, typical Indian style bosses, no MBAs here who isolate themselves with all sort of jargons and stuff. Hardcore bosses who mix with the team and work to making both a good life for themselves as well as their employees. Simple plain human bosses… we had coffee at each manufacturer and by the end of the day I felt like I had had enough coffee to last a month. The three things I shall always remember from her – hardworking people, good old Indian bosses and conversations with my friend’s dad. One dynamic and interesting father I have come across till now. My friend…you are so lucky…

On the train! finally!

For a long time I have been wanting to go on a ride in the train from Ooty to Metupalyam. Finally my best friend form high school and me decide to do it! It’s off season now and not many tourists. Its too cold in Ooty and we both have cough! Still, we decide to go ahead. We take a late night bus from Bengalooru to Ooty. The road is bad and we were very lucky to have got the last (read most bumpy) seats in the bus. After nice good tossing about we reach Bandipur at the foot of the hills of Ooty at 3 in the morning. From then on I was awake with my eyes glued to the window (I wish I could open these sealed windows for better clarity) looking out and hoping to catch a glimpse of a wild tiger… and I got to see only Deer! Still, it was good fun, catching glimpses of these in the little light that the bus cast on the road, almost a silhouette. By 5 we were on the peaks. The mist was so thick that visibility was just a few feet. Finally as we reached Ooty the lakes and mountains were smoking, the mist rising as the early morning bright sun kissed it. Beautiful…

We took a room, cleaned and changed and set out on a walking trip round Ooty. We sat at a roadside tea stall and sipped some very beautifully colored but quite bland Ooty tea and walked toward the botanical garden. It was not the flowering season and so we just go an eyeful of green green mountainside. After a few hours of walking in the gardens we headed for lunch. On the way we bought tones of home made chocolates, flowers, yummy green Ooty apples and a pair of Caps – really cheap there ;). After lunch at a nice Bengalooru based restaurant we strolled back hand in hand to the hotel, checked out and headed to the railway station.

The train arrived and thanks to good crowd handling skills, managed to get window seats! The really really slow journey downhill began. Midway, the engines were changed and we were then tugging along with old old steam engine! Super cool! For the next 2 hours or so we were among lush greenery misty mountains, clouds, beautiful tea estates, lovely old railways stations, flowers along the tracks, black tunnels, bridges over deep gorges, tiny waterfalls, some almost next to the tracks and lots of coal dust and smoke! I am so glad we don’t have steam engines any more, they are so polluting! If this tiny engine generates so much smoke, I cannot imagine the big bad ones. Every time we go through a tunnel, I feel like an insect being fumigated! Over all, the ride was amazing! It ended at Metupalyam were we went on to Tirupur to meet my friend’s dad…

Inspiration...

Is it Murphy’s Law of lack of inspiration? I watched this Olympic swimming on TV the other day. My God – they have divine bodies. I decided then and there that I would get a runner’s body and work towards it! I also started running the next day onwards. A coincidence, my other better half also had started going out for walks. 3 days later, I am back to square one, late rising and rushing to office. Running forgotten, o rather cast away… God Help me!!! Give me back by healthy athletic energetic body…

Re-Discovering!

I walk into office on a Monday and find a mail from my better half. It’s a lovely pamphlet of a 12-day event near my place – Mahabharatha rediscovered. Me and one of my good friend and colleague decide to attend that evening’s program. We plan to leave office by 5 and, surprisingly we beat Murphy’s Law and actually leave by 5. Of coarse the traffic delayed us and we got there a good half hour late.

The place was a huge open ground covered in a really nice pendal and good seating arrangements also! We buy a pack of steamed ground nuts (some thing I have not eaten for some time now) and settle down. My companion was good and got an extra cover to put the peels and keep the place litter free. I am very pleased with her for that.

There was an initial Rajasthani dance sequence. Frankly, didn’t really understand much of it. However the last part was really nice watching all the women folk in their beautiful dress, mirror work and nice folk art prints on it. Then the governor of Bihar - a north Indian state – Rama Jois, was called upon the stage to give a speech. My colleague and me were thinking what he would understand the Kannada invitation – lo and behold. He delivers a crisp, super charged, beautiful masterpiece in the most eloquent Kannada that I have heard. This was on of the best speeches I have heard – that too from a politician. It was only later the next day that we realized that governors are chosen from a different state and Mr. Rama Jois is actually from Karnataka.

The final event that night was a fantastic puppet show. It was in the lovely Yakshagana style. It was nice, really really nice. I can only say, see it to feel it… I can still recall the resonant voice of the narrator every time I think of the show.

I return home having decided to attend all the events. Murphy obviously caught up with me the next day and stayed till the end of the events…

Monday, December 12, 2005

trip to ooty

Recently I went to ooty. Some of the snaps are here. I shall do a write up soon. :)

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Saw Chennai finally

After having planned and planned the chennai trip I finally actually executed the plan this weekend! This had a lot of first time events.This was my longest day train journey to start with. The first time I went in and electric engine train too. The first time I saw a double track and the feeling when another train zooms past you in the opposite direction. The first time I did not have to wait at a station for another train to pass by in the opposite direction, which was a big relief that made the travel so much better, so different from Bangalore Mysore travel. The things I notice when I reach the Chennai outskirts...lots of electric local trains, and the terrible heat and humidity and ofcorse the really bad stink. As I get off I meet my friend and we walk out of the really ancient looking train station. There was thankfully no climbing of stairs as I was carrying this really heavy backpack. As I walk out I turn back to look at the 100 year old station and the railways office and love the way it’s been preserved. Wish Bangalore had so many old buildings showing off to add grace to the city.

Went home changed into something comfy and went to the Besantnagar beach. Whoa, there is nothing as pleasing as the sound of the wave’s splash. We go to a road side restaurant and sitting on the footpath have food on the street, literally! It was also the first time I was on a beach in the middle of the night!

Saturday morning, post the washing up in the scarce water we leave to see the famous Spenser plaza. I was there all noon hiding from the heat of the day and was surprised that there was so much less crowd on a Saturday, so different from my own city which despite so many malls is still overflowing with the populace. Later I went to the Parthasarathy (Krishna) temple and found the entire crowd there! Well at least there are some places which are crowded in Chennai... Next we were off to the Ashtalakshmi temple close to the beach. It is a fab temple, very different style of architecture, it houses the eight forms of lakshmi in 3 levels of temple complex…and we squeezed past tiny staircase to reach the top of the temple for a magnificent view of the sea. It was one of the most intriguing temples I went to. Next stop, you guessed it! The beach! In the light of the “ringed” full moon, I build my first sand castle, not much of a castle but still it was fun, the kid in me was fully happy. After some Singapore noodles at a near by restaurant we headed back home. What happened back at home that night, well…can’t write it here…

Sunday, last day at this city, decided to go to mahabalipuram, reached there in the heat of the day. There were some very nice rock carvings but then, not much to see really. Got totally exhausted by the end of the tour and was desperate to go back! There were a lot of stone sculptures for sale, but it was simply overpriced. Got myself a nice small elephant and a shell necklace (very G! I’ll wear it to the next party). Back home totally exhausted, went off for a rejuvenating siesta. Evening wanted to watch some snakes but the snake park was closed by the time we reached there! We hit a coffee day and yapped away to glory. Went back home, packed, had a very nice dinner cooked by my friend’s roomy and went to the bus stand. The bus stand is really really far! I got on the Volvo, my first ride in a Volvo…it was a comfy ride…got a window seat this time too as I had in the train! I really could not sleep as I watched the sky and the beautiful moon, I felt I was sleeping in the open…wish I had my lover next to me to share this beautiful moment…

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Black Beauty

I read this lovely novel this week, many of us have read it as children but something in me prompted me to pick it up in the library last week. May be it was a distant memory of having loved reading the chapter in my schoolbook ‘The Black Beauty’.

If I could, I would have suggested it to both the ‘great’ management people as well as to philosophers as well as to any man who is in the notion of ‘my life’, ‘my business’ and pretty much ‘my anything’.

It has been some time now that I have read a novel which after a few ‘large print’ pages of reading makes me want to close the book, contemplate, apply the meaning to my life, discuss it with friends and understand it in as many ways as possible.

There was this particular piece were, the young horses which are of high spirits (not alcohol!) if not well exercised in the day are taken out for a run by the grooms later in the day. This would cool its spirits and keeps it energetic and active. I was applying this to the current life of mine, where a load of boring work is dumped on a young fresh man like me, which neither exercises my brain nor cools my spirits. It is like making a horse stand tying it to the stable, night and day and saying it is being exercised strenuously. Yes, it is a strain, but some thing that will cause stiff legs and a lazy horse(read lazy brain) that can neither run nor pull a load. This way our brains are left to rot and become lazy and then we are expected to have future vision! If we are no allowed to think of the present what future do we create or imagine? Give us good work and often a good word; and watch attrition drop. What we need is a place where our skill is of value than just our adaptability, a place where we can be master of one or two than jack of all and master of none, and most importantly a place where my driver (read boss) would appreciate me for having worked as hard as possible than for only extraordinary work. A kind poor master is better than a rich/famous and arrogant/ignorant master.

There was this other piece where, a good groom is important to the well being of a horse; similarly a good mechanic is important to the well being of a vehicle. I feel this every time I give my bike for servicing; they are bothered only about fast delivery and processing of more requests than a good work on the bike. Equally important is the owner, who can pick a good groom or a good mechanic as the case may be. I need to find a good mechanic for my black beauty…

These are some of the thoughts that flow as I read on the book. Read it and try and understand it… it’s a lovely journey of a wonderful horse…

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

dance rythm 2005

Yesterday we had a nice dance program at office...here are some of the snaps.

Voila!

Bonjour! cava? Je vais bien, mercie!
wondering what all this french doing out here on my blog! I got through my french test!