Friday, August 5, 2011

Gift of July !


      A grandmother all over again and enjoying every moment of it !

Saturday, June 4, 2011

कोई लौटा दे मेरे बीते हुए दिन....


Sun shine or rains, schools reopened on June 1st. These girls are ready for the new session with brand new uniforms ,bags and books. Nostalgia ! Nostalgia !  कोई लौटा दे मेरे बीते हुए दिन....

Friday, May 13, 2011

What I Enjoyed Most about Bangaluru!



The changing face of the city.Ever expanding. Like a mother’s bosom…willing to embrace whoever comes within her fold.

Catching up with relatives and old friends. That was what originally the holiday was meant to be. But it turned out to be much more than that..



A totally unexpected darshan of Shree Shree Ravishankar in his ashram….. the ever so gentle, ever smiling Guruji of millions. He surveyed the scene with a sweeping glance that does not miss a single detail as he stepped into the hall where all devotees were waiting. Then as the devotees bow down one by one, he has a nod, a smile, a kind enquiry, an encouraging remark for each one….and a blessing with the touch of a rose..



The delicious mango curry prepared by my sister-in-law……










And meeting him in the crowded Commercial Street ! He was there,in his impeccable white suit,red tie and the poker face all intact ! That famous “couldn’t careless” look ! I swooped down on him . “55 rupees ,ma’am,” said the shop keeper. I handed over the money .Took home my own Zu Zu ,dangling on a key chain !

Silly ? Childish ? Who knows ? And who cares ?

An unforgettable holiday !


The Original Jhumkaas !

Saturday, April 16, 2011

What to expect in Ajmeer & Pushkar .

The Dargah Shariff of Hazrat Khwaja Muinuddin Chisty,although a bit dirty,over crowded, with pick-pocketeers roaming around.

The Brahma temple at Pushkar , the only one in the world dedicated to Lord Brahma with guides telling all sorts of cooked up stories, and a most unimaginative temple structure .


Colourful shops which has nothing much to offer unlike other cities of Rajasthan.



The cafeteria at the railway station. They have an interesting menu to offer.



Enjoy the trip. We did !

Monday, April 4, 2011

God’s own country ?

The euphoria is still on…..India is shining in the true sense. I am talking about the World Cup . The entire nation kept waiting till mid night – nails biting,,,,cursing Mallinga… crying for Sehwag and Sachin. Feeling sorry for Gambhir…. Till finally our men snatched the cup from right under Sri Lanka’s nose…..The hysteria still hasn’t died down. Gifts and appreciation for our team are pouring in from every corner of the country.

While one state is sleeping……

Remember how we forgot to recommend Resul Pookutty for a Padma award ? Pookutty made the country proud by winning Oscar in sound-mixing for the film Slumdog Millionaire

Remember the Sandeep Unnikrishnan fiasco ? Maj Sandeep Unnikrishnan, Ashok Chakra who was killed at the NSG operations at the Taj during 26/11 while trying to rescue two injured colleagues. The whole world watched with horror, as well armed terrorists were shooting down innocent people and our men were trying to put up a brave front. No less than an actual war.

“Do not come up, I will handle them.” were probably the last words which Major Unnikrishnan told his men as he was hit by bullets while engaging the terrorists inside the Taj Hotel and later succumbed to his injuries.

The Kerala government did not send any representative to attend Major Unnikrishnan's funeral. The Chief Minister took his own sweet time ( after much criticicm in the media) and visited Sandeep’s parents and received a well deserved welcome .

The same fate awaited Sri Santh who came home after the World Cup. No announcement of a gift for him ( leave alone other players ) from our government….because our government has other things to worry about.

Our heroes can wait……They better wait. After all they have the privilege of belonging to God’s Own Country , don’t they ?

Some privilege ,indeed !

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Whispers......


And then my love whispered to the departing spring "बहारो ,फूल बर्सावो मेरा महबूब आयाहे .....Spring laughed and there on the green lawns lay the golden showers..........