I thought i just arrived and now i am done with my first sem!! Mumbai is a fast city! ;) I am yet to feel connected to this city but then again I know I take time for things, i don't like to rush it.:)
Each city has it's own flavor. I loved Bangalore for its cool laid back feeling. Loved it even more for the wonderful friends i got from there. And even more for the wonderful moments i had there.:) I don't wanna comment on Mumbai now because its too early and i wanna explore more here. But yea it is a fast city and the mad mba run of mine is adding to it. Everyone is always on the move. Always busy or at least trying to look busy.
Whenever i meet someone here and say i am from Kerala, they will be like "oh wow god's own country. I have heard it's very beautiful." And yea of course i feel proud. :) But I often find people very ignorant about the places and states in their own country. Esp the knowledge of some North Indians (Not alone) about South India. I think at times they think all South Indians belong to chennai or tamil nadu. Like the other day in college someone said 'Happy pongal' to me and i was like 'huh?'. Even after repeating then that I am from Kerala, the person gave me a blank look. :D Trust me, i find it very irritating (like any one else) but then they are stupid and frogs in their own well. Everyone loves their city or town or village they come from even if others may think its the worst place to be. Like Mumbaikars have this strong love for the city, which people coming into the city first time may not understand. But doesn't mean you don't respect it.
Recently,one of my friend's had put up a status saying I hate mumbai and she went on to abuse the busy trains and dirty roads here. Hmmm it was pretty clear that she missed home and was feeling lonely and wanted company. I felt it had nothing to do with Mumbai. We feel connected to a city when we connect with the people in the city.
Like I said every place/city has it's own flavor, you have to wait for your turn to taste it.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Udaan!!!
Haven't opened my blog after moving out from bangalore. :) There were so many things to write about after i came to mumbai, but i was never in the mood. Thought will post the poems from the movie 'Udaan' which i found beautiful :)
Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par.
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain –
Joote kahan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi
In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.
Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin.
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Jo lehron se aage nazar dekh paati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon,
Wo aawaz tumko bhi jo bhed jaati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Zid ka tumhare jo parda sarakta toh khidkiyon se aage bhi tum dekh paate,
Aankhon se aadaton ki jo palken hatate toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Meri tarah khud par hota zara bharosa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Rang meri aankhon ka baant-te zara sa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Nasha aasmaan ka jo choomta tumhe bhi, hasraten tumhari naya janm paatin,
Khud doosre janam mein meri udaan chhoone kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate.
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Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par.
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain –
Joote kahan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi
In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.
Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin.
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Jo lehron se aage nazar dekh paati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon,
Wo aawaz tumko bhi jo bhed jaati toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Zid ka tumhare jo parda sarakta toh khidkiyon se aage bhi tum dekh paate,
Aankhon se aadaton ki jo palken hatate toh tum jaan lete main kya sochta hoon.
Meri tarah khud par hota zara bharosa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Rang meri aankhon ka baant-te zara sa toh kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate,
Nasha aasmaan ka jo choomta tumhe bhi, hasraten tumhari naya janm paatin,
Khud doosre janam mein meri udaan chhoone kuchh door tum bhi saath-saath aate.
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Friday, June 4, 2010
Namma Benguluru
This is the list of places, people and all those memories i have had in Bangalore in the past 2 years which i will never forget:) I will miss you Bangalore !!! :(
1. Balaji pg
2. Mittu (parrot) of balaji pg who cries out ‘Khanna do..Khanna do…’ and calls out names of girls in pg :D
3. Cook bitching about the pg owner with us :D
4. Nous day 2008 – Our ‘Papu can’t dance’ dance ;)
5. Walking in Madiwala market and taking photos for the photography contest
6. Dandiya night at palace grounds
7. Getting mugged :(
8. Weekend @ uncle’s place
9. Baby sitting Appu and Ammu :D – specifically making Appu eat! The first time he asked me to read to him a story in bed, I told him I don’t know how to read :P , but later on I had to learn..sigh!
10. Shopping with Krishna Ammayi :)
11. Ranga shankara theatre play – Moby Dick
12. Weekend with Suraj- Nov 08
13. Shopping and roaming around with Ash and Anju
14. The rickshaw accident with Ash
15. Bunking Time classes :D
16. Sunday mock cats with Sujith & Anju- Finishing the exam and then sitting at ccd for long hrs with coffee and complaining about the exam and realizing that we should start studying soon. But again every Sunday we come back to do the same.
17. Weekend eat outs with my foodie friends – Aloo, Anu and Sree ;D
18. Mishti chats
19. Night @ The Beach with Olee and Divya –first tequila shot ;)
20. Christmas 09 with Srini Sujith and Arjun
21. Making fun of Suith a.k.a Tundu ;)
22. Diwali @ Swanthanam
23. Visit to Mitra Jyothi
24. All office lunches and coffees with Olee :)
25. Easter Weekend 2010 with Srini, Sujith and Anju: Ramnagar trekking, Fuga, Ranga shankara theatre play – Robinson Crusoe, Tarot card reading ;)
26. NPOS team in Nous :)
27. And finally, all Restaurants, Coffee shops, Shopping malls and Pubs in Bangalore;)
PS: Will update if i have missed out something :)
1. Balaji pg
2. Mittu (parrot) of balaji pg who cries out ‘Khanna do..Khanna do…’ and calls out names of girls in pg :D
3. Cook bitching about the pg owner with us :D
4. Nous day 2008 – Our ‘Papu can’t dance’ dance ;)
5. Walking in Madiwala market and taking photos for the photography contest
6. Dandiya night at palace grounds
7. Getting mugged :(
8. Weekend @ uncle’s place
9. Baby sitting Appu and Ammu :D – specifically making Appu eat! The first time he asked me to read to him a story in bed, I told him I don’t know how to read :P , but later on I had to learn..sigh!
10. Shopping with Krishna Ammayi :)
11. Ranga shankara theatre play – Moby Dick
12. Weekend with Suraj- Nov 08
13. Shopping and roaming around with Ash and Anju
14. The rickshaw accident with Ash
15. Bunking Time classes :D
16. Sunday mock cats with Sujith & Anju- Finishing the exam and then sitting at ccd for long hrs with coffee and complaining about the exam and realizing that we should start studying soon. But again every Sunday we come back to do the same.
17. Weekend eat outs with my foodie friends – Aloo, Anu and Sree ;D
18. Mishti chats
19. Night @ The Beach with Olee and Divya –first tequila shot ;)
20. Christmas 09 with Srini Sujith and Arjun
21. Making fun of Suith a.k.a Tundu ;)
22. Diwali @ Swanthanam
23. Visit to Mitra Jyothi
24. All office lunches and coffees with Olee :)
25. Easter Weekend 2010 with Srini, Sujith and Anju: Ramnagar trekking, Fuga, Ranga shankara theatre play – Robinson Crusoe, Tarot card reading ;)
26. NPOS team in Nous :)
27. And finally, all Restaurants, Coffee shops, Shopping malls and Pubs in Bangalore;)
PS: Will update if i have missed out something :)
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Faces of life...
It was raining heavily, pouring down, a welcome respite from the heat of the past week. Huddled under the small over-crowded bus stand, I was waiting for the rain to let up so I could walk back from work, when suddenly, out of nowhere she came walking towards me, and then, as if to intrude into my thoughts, she came and stood beside me. She turned around, probably to check if there was anyone familiar. That is when our eyes met briefly. She smiled at me, but as usual I found it difficult to return the favor; maybe it was my ego or maybe my guilt. I looked away.
This was the fourth or fifth time that I was seeing her from the same bus stand. She catches the same bus every day I think. But it felt little odd that I should see her again today, as it was my last day in the city. Hmm I will never forget the day I saw her for the first time.
It was on the evening of my birthday and as a treat to my friends, they wanted me to take them to a dance bar. None of us had been to a dance bar before. And when one of my friends said he knows this place where you will find the best ‘hot chicks’, we were all excited and ready to go. We got there by 9. Our first impression about the place was that it was cheap and filthy. The crowd wasn’t too great either. But as more and more alcohol went down our throats, we started liking the atmosphere more. The spirits started to have an effect on our spirits too. At some point we were even head banging to the loud bollywood number. And yea my friend was right, there were many hot girls dancing at the bar. When I say hot, yeah they all had good bodies, some had pretty faces too; all that a man looks for in a woman, but still their faces lacked something. That was the first time I saw her.
Some days later, when I was walking back from office I saw her again for the second time from the bus stand. At first I didn’t recognize her, but she looked strangely familiar. As I passed her, it struck me. She was one of the girls from the bar. One of the pretty ones I must say. I turned back to have a second look and saw her getting onto a bus. She looked at me as she felt my eyes on her. She gave me a suspicious look from inside the bus and I quickly turned away my face and the bus rode away. There after I saw her 2 or 3 times at the same bus stand. When she saw me the next time, she gave me a small smile. I didn’t reciprocate and acted as though I am seeing her for the first time. Maybe she recognized me from the bar and there is a very good chance that everyone present at the bar that night might also recognize me and my group, as one my friends threw up on the table. :)
As I was lost in my thoughts, a bus came and she started getting into the bus. Though I prefer walking, I also got into the bus as the rain was not showing any signs of calming down. I grabbed a seat in the middle of the bus. She stood a little away from my seat, holding and leaning onto a pole. I started watching her closely from where I sat and soon, I was again lost in my thoughts. She looked so different that day at the bar. She was clad in a light blue salwar today. Her hair was tied together at the back and there was a small jute bag hanging on her shoulder. She held her wet umbrella on one hand and with the other she was holding onto the pole. A baby’s wail from the back of the bus was disturbing all in the bus but to me, it seemed like a far away cry. My eyes were glued on her face. She looked so calm and composed. She looked herself.
Before I could ponder more, the bus stopped in the front of a school and she got down. I turned back to have a last look at her. She went up to the front of the school gate and a small girl came running from inside the school towards her. And before I could see more, the bus started moving away. I strained and put my neck out of the window to see her. I saw her smile and put out her arms and hug the girl and before I could see more I had lost sight of her. I sat back properly on my seat. I felt something hard in my throat. Her face was fresh in my mind. I stared outside the window. No way! It can’t be her kid!?…Hmmm... Or maybe it was… Or maybe she was picking up somebody else’s kid.
I will never know. I will never see her; never will I get a chance to smile at her again, but I will never forget her.
This was the fourth or fifth time that I was seeing her from the same bus stand. She catches the same bus every day I think. But it felt little odd that I should see her again today, as it was my last day in the city. Hmm I will never forget the day I saw her for the first time.
It was on the evening of my birthday and as a treat to my friends, they wanted me to take them to a dance bar. None of us had been to a dance bar before. And when one of my friends said he knows this place where you will find the best ‘hot chicks’, we were all excited and ready to go. We got there by 9. Our first impression about the place was that it was cheap and filthy. The crowd wasn’t too great either. But as more and more alcohol went down our throats, we started liking the atmosphere more. The spirits started to have an effect on our spirits too. At some point we were even head banging to the loud bollywood number. And yea my friend was right, there were many hot girls dancing at the bar. When I say hot, yeah they all had good bodies, some had pretty faces too; all that a man looks for in a woman, but still their faces lacked something. That was the first time I saw her.
Some days later, when I was walking back from office I saw her again for the second time from the bus stand. At first I didn’t recognize her, but she looked strangely familiar. As I passed her, it struck me. She was one of the girls from the bar. One of the pretty ones I must say. I turned back to have a second look and saw her getting onto a bus. She looked at me as she felt my eyes on her. She gave me a suspicious look from inside the bus and I quickly turned away my face and the bus rode away. There after I saw her 2 or 3 times at the same bus stand. When she saw me the next time, she gave me a small smile. I didn’t reciprocate and acted as though I am seeing her for the first time. Maybe she recognized me from the bar and there is a very good chance that everyone present at the bar that night might also recognize me and my group, as one my friends threw up on the table. :)
As I was lost in my thoughts, a bus came and she started getting into the bus. Though I prefer walking, I also got into the bus as the rain was not showing any signs of calming down. I grabbed a seat in the middle of the bus. She stood a little away from my seat, holding and leaning onto a pole. I started watching her closely from where I sat and soon, I was again lost in my thoughts. She looked so different that day at the bar. She was clad in a light blue salwar today. Her hair was tied together at the back and there was a small jute bag hanging on her shoulder. She held her wet umbrella on one hand and with the other she was holding onto the pole. A baby’s wail from the back of the bus was disturbing all in the bus but to me, it seemed like a far away cry. My eyes were glued on her face. She looked so calm and composed. She looked herself.
Before I could ponder more, the bus stopped in the front of a school and she got down. I turned back to have a last look at her. She went up to the front of the school gate and a small girl came running from inside the school towards her. And before I could see more, the bus started moving away. I strained and put my neck out of the window to see her. I saw her smile and put out her arms and hug the girl and before I could see more I had lost sight of her. I sat back properly on my seat. I felt something hard in my throat. Her face was fresh in my mind. I stared outside the window. No way! It can’t be her kid!?…Hmmm... Or maybe it was… Or maybe she was picking up somebody else’s kid.
I will never know. I will never see her; never will I get a chance to smile at her again, but I will never forget her.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
All that glitters is not cricket
Thanks to IPL, for pushing cricket through bidding to gambling to controversies to, lately, politics. All for the ‘love for cricket’!!
IPL has indeed become one of the fastest growing businesses considering the fact that it is estimated at an enormous $4.13 billion today and that too in less than 3 years. Some people are even predicting it to soon out cross English Premium League (EPL), which, by the way, is totally absurd. EPL, which is currently valued at around $12 billion, is one of the most watched sporting league with it’s viewership spread across over 200 countries and is also known for it’s deep rooted league culture of Europe. IPL, on the other hand, has neither a rich league culture nor a global viewership. In fact, IPL is less about sports and more about glamour. It is merely about owing teams based on economic and politic strength and attracting crowd through various sporting and non sporting gimmicks, including the foreign cheer leaders and the late night parties. But we Indians are so much in love with this sport that we forget that all that glitters is not cricket.
This is evident from the controversies that are filling in the news papers nowadays, that speaks of the lack of authenticity and transparency with which this whole business is being handled. The BCCI who is supposed to be in the governing role; they are themselves the biggest promoters of IPL. This is because those who are associated with IPL or the franchisees are part of BCCI board too. Due to which the sporting spirit has been replaced with the greed and hunger for more money and power.
And today, the whole nation is discussing about Modi, Tharoor and BCCI. Our government and income tax people are wasting their time, energy and resources and running around to get to the root of this conspiracy. Hmm, was IPL worth all this? Isn’t cricket much more than just bidding and cheap politics?
Courtesy: TOI
IPL has indeed become one of the fastest growing businesses considering the fact that it is estimated at an enormous $4.13 billion today and that too in less than 3 years. Some people are even predicting it to soon out cross English Premium League (EPL), which, by the way, is totally absurd. EPL, which is currently valued at around $12 billion, is one of the most watched sporting league with it’s viewership spread across over 200 countries and is also known for it’s deep rooted league culture of Europe. IPL, on the other hand, has neither a rich league culture nor a global viewership. In fact, IPL is less about sports and more about glamour. It is merely about owing teams based on economic and politic strength and attracting crowd through various sporting and non sporting gimmicks, including the foreign cheer leaders and the late night parties. But we Indians are so much in love with this sport that we forget that all that glitters is not cricket.
This is evident from the controversies that are filling in the news papers nowadays, that speaks of the lack of authenticity and transparency with which this whole business is being handled. The BCCI who is supposed to be in the governing role; they are themselves the biggest promoters of IPL. This is because those who are associated with IPL or the franchisees are part of BCCI board too. Due to which the sporting spirit has been replaced with the greed and hunger for more money and power.
And today, the whole nation is discussing about Modi, Tharoor and BCCI. Our government and income tax people are wasting their time, energy and resources and running around to get to the root of this conspiracy. Hmm, was IPL worth all this? Isn’t cricket much more than just bidding and cheap politics?
Courtesy: TOI
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Intruder!!
The first time I saw him, it was just for a fraction of a second. He came and peeped into my world and disappeared. It happened so quick that, I was left wondering whether I imagined it all.
Some days later, when I had totally forgotten about the incident, I saw him again! This time I saw him clearly. He was young …with small eyes, which were searching for something. He saw me looking at him, and then again he vanished!
After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was becoming so paranoid that I keep looking around every now and then. He had left me all frightened and fumed up.
Until one day I decided, enough is enough! I have to face my fears and have to find a way out. Hmm!
I discussed my problem with my friend and he gave me a few suggestions. Hmm but I knew whatever it is, it has to be done soon and it has to be done by me alone. So I sat down and made up my mind and decided that I will go for it. Yes! Only this can stop him. The Rodenticide!!
The next step was to lay the trap and it has to look real. So for that I chose places where I have seen him and waited for his arrival, but he didn’t appear. I didn’t lose my heart and waited for the next day too. That night, I was almost dosing off waiting for him, and then from the corner of my eyes I saw his blurry image! But alas! By the time my eyes were wide open, he was gone. The trap I laid for him lie untouched!
It’s been 3 days, and there has been no sight of him. Where did he disappear?? And why?? I don't know..Hmm but hey...Should I care!? Anyways, I hate intruders!
Some days later, when I had totally forgotten about the incident, I saw him again! This time I saw him clearly. He was young …with small eyes, which were searching for something. He saw me looking at him, and then again he vanished!
After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was becoming so paranoid that I keep looking around every now and then. He had left me all frightened and fumed up.
Until one day I decided, enough is enough! I have to face my fears and have to find a way out. Hmm!
I discussed my problem with my friend and he gave me a few suggestions. Hmm but I knew whatever it is, it has to be done soon and it has to be done by me alone. So I sat down and made up my mind and decided that I will go for it. Yes! Only this can stop him. The Rodenticide!!
The next step was to lay the trap and it has to look real. So for that I chose places where I have seen him and waited for his arrival, but he didn’t appear. I didn’t lose my heart and waited for the next day too. That night, I was almost dosing off waiting for him, and then from the corner of my eyes I saw his blurry image! But alas! By the time my eyes were wide open, he was gone. The trap I laid for him lie untouched!
It’s been 3 days, and there has been no sight of him. Where did he disappear?? And why?? I don't know..Hmm but hey...Should I care!? Anyways, I hate intruders!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Reel effect!!
One of the many brilliant Malayalam movies made till date is ‘Thirakadha’. Yesterday when I watched it again for the second time, I couldn’t help thinking how a movie manages to create an impact on people?
Two major aspects of a movie are script and performance (by artists). Script, I believe, is the powerful of the two. A strong script with moderate performance has a more impact than a moderate script with a great performance. Like in the movie ‘Thirakadha’, the story itself captures you and you can feel the journey within it. The performances also were more than just moderate, in fact they were good, especially the protagonist role played by Priyamani. Some of the movies that stands out for its script or subject are ‘Water’, ‘Page 3’, ‘Taare zameen pe’, ‘Kaazhcha’ (mal), ‘Walk to remember’, ‘Step mom’, ‘Forest Gump’ etc, to name a few. (The list is really long! :)). But a movie like ‘Jab we met’ where the storyline is not that unique or different, the performances and direction took the front seats and got the attention of the viewers, which eventually made the movie successful.
Thus each movie has its own ingredients, and its own flavours which attracts the audience towards it.
Salute to all the brilliant scripts, performances and the individuals behind it!!
Two major aspects of a movie are script and performance (by artists). Script, I believe, is the powerful of the two. A strong script with moderate performance has a more impact than a moderate script with a great performance. Like in the movie ‘Thirakadha’, the story itself captures you and you can feel the journey within it. The performances also were more than just moderate, in fact they were good, especially the protagonist role played by Priyamani. Some of the movies that stands out for its script or subject are ‘Water’, ‘Page 3’, ‘Taare zameen pe’, ‘Kaazhcha’ (mal), ‘Walk to remember’, ‘Step mom’, ‘Forest Gump’ etc, to name a few. (The list is really long! :)). But a movie like ‘Jab we met’ where the storyline is not that unique or different, the performances and direction took the front seats and got the attention of the viewers, which eventually made the movie successful.
Thus each movie has its own ingredients, and its own flavours which attracts the audience towards it.
Salute to all the brilliant scripts, performances and the individuals behind it!!
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