Today is the annual budget.. I always look forward to it as I try to understand finance and economics. Sis being almost-a-CA helps a lot!! The world of finance is very dynamic and complex. This year, I wonder what the budget is gonna be like. The morning of the budget is usually an anticipatory one,the newspaper stays longer than usual in one's hand :) I heard that tax exemptions on investments might go up to a lakh and a half. Thats good news.
What interest me most though is investment in agriculture and defence. I strongly believe that India is primarily an agricultural economy and that if we dont take care of food production,(includes irrigation,water conservation et al ) sooner or later, we will be importing onions,rice,wheat and exporting roses for Valntine's Day!!,or even exporting software in exchange for food..
At the same time, defence is the most important sector today for India.I'm never happy with allocation to defence sector;hope this year around,with the aero-show and other aviation effects looming at large,we get more money to boost up our defence infrastructure.
Talking of the railway budget,whats working behind ??? "Railway Budget 2007" is the eighth wonder of the world :) I have heard mixed opinions on this one.. Some people say Lalu writes the account books of the Indian Railways himself!! and some say(these are usually students of MBA who happened to listen to his lecture in IIM or got to hear of it!!) that he worked his way up.Well,am not qualified enough to comment, but if it is true that IR posted profits, am damn happy!!
It is however noteworthy to see that trains are getting better and better. Even the small town connection ones. The nicest invention on the last train I boarded two days ago is this :- The toilets have a 'flush'(not a tap!) attached right above the damn 'commode' hanging by a long pipe(that's been there before!),so it makes it lot easier :) :) (we all know the clumsiness of toilets in our trains, dont we ? ) oops!! am digressing,I will write another one on the nicieties and oddities of our trains, am sure will make interesting read...
anyways, one thing is sure about today's budget,it will be vote-bank friendly no matter what! What with INC losing out in many states, they better promise rosy pictures atleast((with invisible thorns)!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Fort St George and God's Own country
wish life was as simple for me. last two days have been one of the best days of my life.. 2 days with my guru has been exhilarating, inspiring, educative, informative,happy and all that is positive :) This is called 'positive energy' I suppose..
Saturday morning was a lonesome journey to Chennai ,Lalbagh Express AC seater. :)
I sat the whole 5 hours reading an Agatha Christie. To sit without speaking to anyone for 5 hours at a stretch is something I rarely do...
Stepping foot into Chennai, you can feel the heat hitting you at face, but this time around it was a lot pleasant,nevertheless, the arrival at Chennai Central station always floods me with memories of childhood at my mausi's place. How eagerly we used to prance about in the train right from 'Basin Bridge' and look out of the grilled windows, hunting for our cousins on the platform (who would invariably come to pick us up) and upon spotting them, we would just jump from the train on to their arms;how the heat would cause beads of sweat to trickle through my nose. Upon arrival at home, we would just jump crazily onto my aunt's lap and laugh laugh laugh...
These memories always happen to me in Chennai Central and never falls short of bringing tears to my eyes...
Then, went to my guru's daughter's house in Besantnagar situated about 500m from the beach. A hearty lunch and then off to Mylapore and Sripuram to buy a couple of books on Carnatic music. No trip to Chennai can be complete without a foot into Mylapore I suppose. Evening had a peaceful 45 minutes at the beach with S, talked about this and that,about freedom,marriage and how the two must coexist blah blah.....
The ocean has the most humbling effect on me. If I had been alone, I probably would have cried my heart out to seas. The grief inside me would have found an outlet it needs. When you cry in front of the ocean, you dont pretend, you dont care, you are not embarassed and you are not judged/misjudged.. and above all, you are not asked to stop crying. But these tears shall have to wait for the next oceanic opportunity :)
After a dinner cooked by my guru,we set off for God's own country to Kottakal. My guru had a concert there and well it was a 'Chamber concert', a class of its own.In the train, maami and I discussed so many things and I must say that her wit is the best,I have seen in a woman of her age.I'm so happy and the happiness is pure and borne out of "love for her music and her commitment to it."
Kottakal is about 16km from a place called Tirur.Our excellent host met us on time and led us to his house which also was the 'sabha' for the day. The arrangements were par excellent and the generosity of our host was something I shall never forget for life. A quick breakfast of idlis with chutney followed by tea and then the concert began.
The concert in itself is worth mentioning for the simple fact that it was the first chamber concert I attended. There was rapt attention. For an artiste, I think the most satisfying thing about any performance is the quality of your audience .It brings out the best in you. Maami sang 'Nagaswaravali','Bhairavi',an RTP in 'BrindavanaSaranga','Yaman kalyani'. After the concert, was the usual thanks note, the chit chat amongst rasikas. I was so happy to meet my friend from orkut who had come from Calicut.
The lunch was a typical Kerala 'yele saapadu'. I love that cuisine and I must have looked silly eating away all those with gracious second helpings, but who cares ? Music and food go together and sometimes each surpasses the other( Chennai December season is proof enough!) Then I buzzed off to sleep for an hour of so.. the room was a silent one with chirpings of birds heard now and then,I must have dozed so deep that I got some dreams too..
Maami then suggested a music class,right there!! I was so so thrilled and said 'yes' almost involuntarily. I had got the same brilliant idea too but refrained for the fear that she could be tired. She surprises surely!! The "music notebook" not being there, it was a little different from the customary class, but wonderful nevertheless.
We sang the 5 raga javali 'Panchabanudu napai'( I must confess I get this one right:) ) and then she taught me 2 new ragas - Janaranjani and Vasantabhairavi and ofcourse grand old Shankarabharanam. What an experience this was!! The serenity of the place brought out the best concentration in me and I can hum these ragas very well now in such a short span of time..
Evening came and we had to board a train back. Dinner of dosas,light and fluffy, my mouth waters .. :) and then drive back to Tirur. One the way we were held up by some procession,a really big one.Thanks to the 'kind tone' of our driver,who requested in chaste Malayalam(I guessed it was chaste because I could not make out a word and he kept rolling his tongue a lot :) :)) to the processed (is this the word or should I say "the posessed") to give us the way as we had to catch a train,,we reached just in time!!
In the train we had a jolly talk for sometime and off dozed again. When I woke up, it was 6 AM and the familiar sight of high-rise-on-the construction apartments told me we were near Bangalore. Life was to get back to normal in a few hours..
Another day had begun, another couple had passed.. As someone rightly said 'far away in the sands of time, memories of an other day shall haunt me forever' was ringing in my head while I carried those bags from platform 3 to 1...
Saturday morning was a lonesome journey to Chennai ,Lalbagh Express AC seater. :)
I sat the whole 5 hours reading an Agatha Christie. To sit without speaking to anyone for 5 hours at a stretch is something I rarely do...
Stepping foot into Chennai, you can feel the heat hitting you at face, but this time around it was a lot pleasant,nevertheless, the arrival at Chennai Central station always floods me with memories of childhood at my mausi's place. How eagerly we used to prance about in the train right from 'Basin Bridge' and look out of the grilled windows, hunting for our cousins on the platform (who would invariably come to pick us up) and upon spotting them, we would just jump from the train on to their arms;how the heat would cause beads of sweat to trickle through my nose. Upon arrival at home, we would just jump crazily onto my aunt's lap and laugh laugh laugh...
These memories always happen to me in Chennai Central and never falls short of bringing tears to my eyes...
Then, went to my guru's daughter's house in Besantnagar situated about 500m from the beach. A hearty lunch and then off to Mylapore and Sripuram to buy a couple of books on Carnatic music. No trip to Chennai can be complete without a foot into Mylapore I suppose. Evening had a peaceful 45 minutes at the beach with S, talked about this and that,about freedom,marriage and how the two must coexist blah blah.....
The ocean has the most humbling effect on me. If I had been alone, I probably would have cried my heart out to seas. The grief inside me would have found an outlet it needs. When you cry in front of the ocean, you dont pretend, you dont care, you are not embarassed and you are not judged/misjudged.. and above all, you are not asked to stop crying. But these tears shall have to wait for the next oceanic opportunity :)
After a dinner cooked by my guru,we set off for God's own country to Kottakal. My guru had a concert there and well it was a 'Chamber concert', a class of its own.In the train, maami and I discussed so many things and I must say that her wit is the best,I have seen in a woman of her age.I'm so happy and the happiness is pure and borne out of "love for her music and her commitment to it."
Kottakal is about 16km from a place called Tirur.Our excellent host met us on time and led us to his house which also was the 'sabha' for the day. The arrangements were par excellent and the generosity of our host was something I shall never forget for life. A quick breakfast of idlis with chutney followed by tea and then the concert began.
The concert in itself is worth mentioning for the simple fact that it was the first chamber concert I attended. There was rapt attention. For an artiste, I think the most satisfying thing about any performance is the quality of your audience .It brings out the best in you. Maami sang 'Nagaswaravali','Bhairavi',an RTP in 'BrindavanaSaranga','Yaman kalyani'. After the concert, was the usual thanks note, the chit chat amongst rasikas. I was so happy to meet my friend from orkut who had come from Calicut.
The lunch was a typical Kerala 'yele saapadu'. I love that cuisine and I must have looked silly eating away all those with gracious second helpings, but who cares ? Music and food go together and sometimes each surpasses the other( Chennai December season is proof enough!) Then I buzzed off to sleep for an hour of so.. the room was a silent one with chirpings of birds heard now and then,I must have dozed so deep that I got some dreams too..
Maami then suggested a music class,right there!! I was so so thrilled and said 'yes' almost involuntarily. I had got the same brilliant idea too but refrained for the fear that she could be tired. She surprises surely!! The "music notebook" not being there, it was a little different from the customary class, but wonderful nevertheless.
We sang the 5 raga javali 'Panchabanudu napai'( I must confess I get this one right:) ) and then she taught me 2 new ragas - Janaranjani and Vasantabhairavi and ofcourse grand old Shankarabharanam. What an experience this was!! The serenity of the place brought out the best concentration in me and I can hum these ragas very well now in such a short span of time..
Evening came and we had to board a train back. Dinner of dosas,light and fluffy, my mouth waters .. :) and then drive back to Tirur. One the way we were held up by some procession,a really big one.Thanks to the 'kind tone' of our driver,who requested in chaste Malayalam(I guessed it was chaste because I could not make out a word and he kept rolling his tongue a lot :) :)) to the processed (is this the word or should I say "the posessed") to give us the way as we had to catch a train,,we reached just in time!!
In the train we had a jolly talk for sometime and off dozed again. When I woke up, it was 6 AM and the familiar sight of high-rise-on-the construction apartments told me we were near Bangalore. Life was to get back to normal in a few hours..
Another day had begun, another couple had passed.. As someone rightly said 'far away in the sands of time, memories of an other day shall haunt me forever' was ringing in my head while I carried those bags from platform 3 to 1...
Friday, February 23, 2007
good morning bangalore...
got up early today after a long gap (that shows how lazy I have become ).. hope to continue this consisently.. consistency is my problem here... chatted with S..it is the damn discipline in my life that is badly needed.. the difference between me and any winner I see around me is discipline....
feeling great..
things i need to give up.. ( as in things ...)
1. TV
2. TV
3. TV
....
the morning rays of the sun beckons me..
feeling great..
things i need to give up.. ( as in things ...)
1. TV
2. TV
3. TV
....
the morning rays of the sun beckons me..
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Form is temporary class is permanent
learnt this in web designing,yes am NOT talking about the quote. Nevertheless this is a loose comparison to writing direct html versus writing Cascaded style sheets(CSS). The former resembles 'form' (after all html forms are html!!)
and the latter 'class' (litrally stylesheets have classes in them)
Writing CSS is far better compared to writing just html all over the place. CSS is stylish and logical way of grouping while just html is just html....
learnt this today...
my fear of web designing is reducing gradually LOL!!
and the latter 'class' (litrally stylesheets have classes in them)
Writing CSS is far better compared to writing just html all over the place. CSS is stylish and logical way of grouping while just html is just html....
learnt this today...
my fear of web designing is reducing gradually LOL!!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
On being 'Castaway'
a friend popped a question 'you have become 'castaway' for a while. The word 'Castaway' was ringing in my mind, images from the movie 'Castaway' flashed across the silver screens of my mind and then I spent good 2 hours last night watching that movie for the nth time probably.
Every scene in that movie is worth its weight in gold. I'm sure there are better movies than that which I have not watched ,but I dont intend to compare. I shall take this movie for what it is...
This movie has its particular moments and scenes that I love,it draws upon you realities of life,metaphorically woven with an implicit philosophical explanation for those who wish to see..After all you get what you want to see, so what am trying to say here is,'if you think Castaway is just another Oscar movie', go away, right now from this blog!!
Man in his moments of desperation does things that are so totally unexplainable, like, how Hanks befriends the football(?) 'Wilson',for instance. It was heart-wrenching to see him wail in the end when Wison supposedly got engulfed in the ocean.. Relationships,emotions are so circumstantial and many a time have got nothing to do with people!!!
And then the scene about trying to fall to death from a tree high above the cliff is the most beautiful I thought. Suicide is tricky,it cheats on you :) and you thank God for it..nothing in life is more despicable than trying to end it.It is better to go on dumbly, living like waste,with no aspirations,no dreams,nothing whatsoever, than trying to end it,it is a crime...
'Castaway' is about how life puts you in places you never in your wildest dreams could have imagined to be,about how you rebel,loathe,shout,cry,laugh at your situation,about how you learn to cope with what you have,soemtimes how you want to end it all;try and fail at it too, then go on living 'just like that', until you finally muster enough courage to risk it all and dare the oceans,surrendering all you have,be picked up eventually only to discover that things have moved on, changed and you are left far behind...
thats when the 'Hankses' amongst us will surface...
this is what they meant when someone said 'some movies stay forever'...
Note : Suggestions on good movies are welcome...
Every scene in that movie is worth its weight in gold. I'm sure there are better movies than that which I have not watched ,but I dont intend to compare. I shall take this movie for what it is...
This movie has its particular moments and scenes that I love,it draws upon you realities of life,metaphorically woven with an implicit philosophical explanation for those who wish to see..After all you get what you want to see, so what am trying to say here is,'if you think Castaway is just another Oscar movie', go away, right now from this blog!!
Man in his moments of desperation does things that are so totally unexplainable, like, how Hanks befriends the football(?) 'Wilson',for instance. It was heart-wrenching to see him wail in the end when Wison supposedly got engulfed in the ocean.. Relationships,emotions are so circumstantial and many a time have got nothing to do with people!!!
And then the scene about trying to fall to death from a tree high above the cliff is the most beautiful I thought. Suicide is tricky,it cheats on you :) and you thank God for it..nothing in life is more despicable than trying to end it.It is better to go on dumbly, living like waste,with no aspirations,no dreams,nothing whatsoever, than trying to end it,it is a crime...
'Castaway' is about how life puts you in places you never in your wildest dreams could have imagined to be,about how you rebel,loathe,shout,cry,laugh at your situation,about how you learn to cope with what you have,soemtimes how you want to end it all;try and fail at it too, then go on living 'just like that', until you finally muster enough courage to risk it all and dare the oceans,surrendering all you have,be picked up eventually only to discover that things have moved on, changed and you are left far behind...
thats when the 'Hankses' amongst us will surface...
this is what they meant when someone said 'some movies stay forever'...
Note : Suggestions on good movies are welcome...
Monday, February 19, 2007
simple thodi exquisite manodharama
I was fortunate to listen my guru's 3 hour recital yesterday. Her concerts are like classes, you always learn, everyone has something to learn, no matter what your musical stature is. Yesterday's hero was 'raga thodi at the hands of Neela mami' !! I have not heard such a thodi alapanam ever.
For the musically elite,this is what she did. Most of the sancharas were bereft of 'Panchama', now that adds to a elevating mood when listening. To qualify her concert is not something I want to do, nor I can do, but those 3 hours felt like being in a world where the only language is 'Carnatic music'.
To add to the spice, we had Charaulatha Ramanujam on violin and she is a young master...brilliant brilliant,brilliant.... (she was not so happy with her thodi accompaniment as was evident from her smiling 'not good enough' expression while looking at maami ) Belonging to a music fraternity,listening to concerts with ur 'guru bhais and behans',knowing the performers personally is invaluable.
Apart from thodi,there was a rare ragam called 'Sucharitra' she sang with such elaboration, I wonder how maami can think of such things to sing :) Where does she get them ? Why doesnt my brain work like hers ?? Oh am frustrated at this moment !!!!
The RTP was a mastermind, Khanda nadai,Khanda jaati Jhampa talam in simhendramadhayamam. The ragamalika had valaji,dwijavanthi and mami's fave sindhubhairavi. There was a bold bratty bat romaing over the hall causing rasikas to wince,grimace and get goospimply ( I was the star of that show :) ) but to think that none of that mattered to those on stage and that their superb concentration was intact is amazing.
This wont be complete without mention of mridangam Arjun Kumar. To play for the song is everyone's wish and he excelled there. Mridangists are so misleading, you see them smiling, laughing, shaking their heads or simply sitting and watching the singer, but when they get to task, it is impossible to fathom what goes on inside to produce that kind of music in rhythm. Arjun Kumar is simply this and more. He is his guru's shishya no doubt. 'Mridangam is the king of rhythm and the queen of melody' is a popular saying and he gave us a royal outing :)
The best part of all this is the job of driving around my guru 'Neela Maami'. She enjoys sitting in my car, she loves my driving and she loves the KVNs I play while I drive. At the end of it all, she always says 'May God bless you child with many more things' and thats it... I feel my life is worth it all !!!
At the feet of my Guru,
Rekha..
For the musically elite,this is what she did. Most of the sancharas were bereft of 'Panchama', now that adds to a elevating mood when listening. To qualify her concert is not something I want to do, nor I can do, but those 3 hours felt like being in a world where the only language is 'Carnatic music'.
To add to the spice, we had Charaulatha Ramanujam on violin and she is a young master...brilliant brilliant,brilliant.... (she was not so happy with her thodi accompaniment as was evident from her smiling 'not good enough' expression while looking at maami ) Belonging to a music fraternity,listening to concerts with ur 'guru bhais and behans',knowing the performers personally is invaluable.
Apart from thodi,there was a rare ragam called 'Sucharitra' she sang with such elaboration, I wonder how maami can think of such things to sing :) Where does she get them ? Why doesnt my brain work like hers ?? Oh am frustrated at this moment !!!!
The RTP was a mastermind, Khanda nadai,Khanda jaati Jhampa talam in simhendramadhayamam. The ragamalika had valaji,dwijavanthi and mami's fave sindhubhairavi. There was a bold bratty bat romaing over the hall causing rasikas to wince,grimace and get goospimply ( I was the star of that show :) ) but to think that none of that mattered to those on stage and that their superb concentration was intact is amazing.
This wont be complete without mention of mridangam Arjun Kumar. To play for the song is everyone's wish and he excelled there. Mridangists are so misleading, you see them smiling, laughing, shaking their heads or simply sitting and watching the singer, but when they get to task, it is impossible to fathom what goes on inside to produce that kind of music in rhythm. Arjun Kumar is simply this and more. He is his guru's shishya no doubt. 'Mridangam is the king of rhythm and the queen of melody' is a popular saying and he gave us a royal outing :)
The best part of all this is the job of driving around my guru 'Neela Maami'. She enjoys sitting in my car, she loves my driving and she loves the KVNs I play while I drive. At the end of it all, she always says 'May God bless you child with many more things' and thats it... I feel my life is worth it all !!!
At the feet of my Guru,
Rekha..
Saturday, February 17, 2007
TMTs for a bottle of cognac :)
just today struck a deal to obtain some TMT concerts in exchange for a super duper bottle of cognac from abroad, the next time I go ( brand will be specified :) ) what luck!! Cognac vs Vintage Carnatic music wine!!! am i not lucky ??
I regret having born in this generation, I needed to be there about a couple of generations earlier!!
well.. thanks to science, we underprivileged children of Carnatic music are damn lucky!!
I regret having born in this generation, I needed to be there about a couple of generations earlier!!
well.. thanks to science, we underprivileged children of Carnatic music are damn lucky!!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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Love is not about roses,coffee shops,movies,jewellery,perfumes,cliched college romances,bikes'n gals and babes'n hunks!!
Love is defying age and working in a rose garden to suppliment a poor labourer dad, love is to be old enough at 10 to earn for a living, love is to work to earn enough to pay for a school. For these children, cries of hunger blinds all their desires and they learn to love their dishevelled lives and carry on endlessly..only for the love of living, of life...
For all those who have found their love this year, stop buying those roses, will you ? Learn to love unconditionally every day of the year to the one in your life.no matter what..
For those who have not found anyone to love,love your life a lot lot lot...
For those who got a chance to be loved and refused, remember there is someone in this world whose love is yours forever... if this cant bring a smile to your face, nothing else can!!
Take a moment to think about the little angels who strive to make our life a little rosy!!
Thats the least we can do to love this world we are in...
Love is defying age and working in a rose garden to suppliment a poor labourer dad, love is to be old enough at 10 to earn for a living, love is to work to earn enough to pay for a school. For these children, cries of hunger blinds all their desires and they learn to love their dishevelled lives and carry on endlessly..only for the love of living, of life...
For all those who have found their love this year, stop buying those roses, will you ? Learn to love unconditionally every day of the year to the one in your life.no matter what..
For those who have not found anyone to love,love your life a lot lot lot...
For those who got a chance to be loved and refused, remember there is someone in this world whose love is yours forever... if this cant bring a smile to your face, nothing else can!!
Take a moment to think about the little angels who strive to make our life a little rosy!!
Thats the least we can do to love this world we are in...
Monday, February 12, 2007
Love was in the air..
Finally got the chance to watch aero-show this year, not once but twice. I have always nourished that desire. Every year, I fail to fulfil it but this time around I found a group of like-minded individuals who nourish similar desires. It is important in life to find right company I thought...
Cut down to the show itself, words are not enough to express the exact feelings of watching live, a few of the bravest men on earth today !! I'm stuck on bravery,patriotism,thrills and adventure, thats the way to live life...
Only when we fly past dangers in the sky, we realize how important life on ground is!!
Having said that, flying in itself should be the "passion" for these pilots. The sky, is their home,their work place ,and their gates to freedom. I read somewhere that the moment you put passion before anything else, everything becomes possible. I saw it with my own eyes today. Only "love for their work" can drive these guys to somersault,spiral,twist and turn themselves and their birds, braving all sorts of dangers in the skies above.
I also realize that 'love for work' is the only form of love that gets reciprocated to every bit. Because, 'Work is Worship' and God is sure to listen!!
Lessons learnt :
1. Love your job, if you dont, find a job that you love. :) ( In other words, heed to your calling)
2. Fear is what separates one from getting what one loves.. ( Like swimming for me !! )
3. Some events,like people,find a place in your heart forever.
4. My daily prayer to God.. 'Make me brave, give me the courage to live, to experience,to fail,to fall , to rise, to fly and soar the skies'...
P.S :- The whole world is talking of love,thanks to St Valentine, so shouldnt I too ? After all, I have found a new love in flying :) It is like one of those unrequited ones, nevertheless the feeling shall remain eternally in my heart and thats what is important, isnt it ?
Cut down to the show itself, words are not enough to express the exact feelings of watching live, a few of the bravest men on earth today !! I'm stuck on bravery,patriotism,thrills and adventure, thats the way to live life...
Only when we fly past dangers in the sky, we realize how important life on ground is!!
Having said that, flying in itself should be the "passion" for these pilots. The sky, is their home,their work place ,and their gates to freedom. I read somewhere that the moment you put passion before anything else, everything becomes possible. I saw it with my own eyes today. Only "love for their work" can drive these guys to somersault,spiral,twist and turn themselves and their birds, braving all sorts of dangers in the skies above.
I also realize that 'love for work' is the only form of love that gets reciprocated to every bit. Because, 'Work is Worship' and God is sure to listen!!
Lessons learnt :
1. Love your job, if you dont, find a job that you love. :) ( In other words, heed to your calling)
2. Fear is what separates one from getting what one loves.. ( Like swimming for me !! )
3. Some events,like people,find a place in your heart forever.
4. My daily prayer to God.. 'Make me brave, give me the courage to live, to experience,to fail,to fall , to rise, to fly and soar the skies'...
P.S :- The whole world is talking of love,thanks to St Valentine, so shouldnt I too ? After all, I have found a new love in flying :) It is like one of those unrequited ones, nevertheless the feeling shall remain eternally in my heart and thats what is important, isnt it ?
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Fanatics in the neighbourhood!!
The tribunal is a dumb crony of the Union government.
The Union government is but a coalition of Madame's proteges with little or no interest in our country's progress.
The coaltion has a faction,criminals who roam around freely advocating language-based hatred,anti-brahminism,reservation and the like.
One of them is a black-eyed monster who has not only ruined his state but also has stretched his filthy hand to wash away the purity of this place called 'Karnataka'.One of them has now damaged the lives of millions of farmers in the Kaveri belt around Mysore.
Curse fall on all these devils surely.
But wait! is that all ?
What do we do about scores of people in our state, the non-kannadigas, who for all glossy reasons have decided to make our land their home and yet do not stand up for our cause ?
What shall I think these people are ? Hypocrites? Yes, thats exactly what they are.
These educated idiots who buy real-estate in Bangalore because our city is a lot cleaner
than theirs; they crib about climate in their towns and refuse to leave our land because of our climate; they consume our water,the same water from the Kaveri ;they buy food from our land, yes the rice fields here are also irrigated using the same Kaveri waters. They are the ones who spread filth in this otherwise clean heaven of mine, they who think Tamil Nadu deserves 400 odd TMCs and ask me 'Why do you need so much water ya ? '
(Anyone seen Bengalooru about 20 years ago would agree that it gave Singapore a run for its money)
Politics is a dirty game that pollutes even the purest of waters from Kaveri.
Also,it pollutes the minds of many of these fanatics living in my city in the guise of software engineers, businessmen, service workers, maids, etc speaking a language that is not Kannada,refusing to learn Kannada and acting as if they have arrived only to uplift
our land.
If I were the government, I would have driven out all such fanatics from here, today, right now and for good!!
The Union government is but a coalition of Madame's proteges with little or no interest in our country's progress.
The coaltion has a faction,criminals who roam around freely advocating language-based hatred,anti-brahminism,reservation and the like.
One of them is a black-eyed monster who has not only ruined his state but also has stretched his filthy hand to wash away the purity of this place called 'Karnataka'.One of them has now damaged the lives of millions of farmers in the Kaveri belt around Mysore.
Curse fall on all these devils surely.
But wait! is that all ?
What do we do about scores of people in our state, the non-kannadigas, who for all glossy reasons have decided to make our land their home and yet do not stand up for our cause ?
What shall I think these people are ? Hypocrites? Yes, thats exactly what they are.
These educated idiots who buy real-estate in Bangalore because our city is a lot cleaner
than theirs; they crib about climate in their towns and refuse to leave our land because of our climate; they consume our water,the same water from the Kaveri ;they buy food from our land, yes the rice fields here are also irrigated using the same Kaveri waters. They are the ones who spread filth in this otherwise clean heaven of mine, they who think Tamil Nadu deserves 400 odd TMCs and ask me 'Why do you need so much water ya ? '
(Anyone seen Bengalooru about 20 years ago would agree that it gave Singapore a run for its money)
Politics is a dirty game that pollutes even the purest of waters from Kaveri.
Also,it pollutes the minds of many of these fanatics living in my city in the guise of software engineers, businessmen, service workers, maids, etc speaking a language that is not Kannada,refusing to learn Kannada and acting as if they have arrived only to uplift
our land.
If I were the government, I would have driven out all such fanatics from here, today, right now and for good!!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Absolution in moments
Some events in life change the way you think. The event itself could be trivial but the associations will last long, forever. It influences one in a very profound manner.It is virtually impossible to exemplify or chronicle such events.Because whatever you say or write always falls short of what you feel.And sometimes by explaining, you take away the real depth of what you feel. As someone said,'nothing can take away the way I feel for u' in a different context though.
One such experience over the weekend.
Absolute Silence ,Absolute Freedom... to feel these is to feel life.
Even if the feeling is momentary, it is worth every miniscule of that moment.
One such experience over the weekend.
Absolute Silence ,Absolute Freedom... to feel these is to feel life.
Even if the feeling is momentary, it is worth every miniscule of that moment.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Let life live itself...
Who am I ?
What is a job ?
Why is home a home and office an office ?
Who are these people around me ?
Why does Friday mean happy and Monday sad ?
Why is it that soemtimes strangers understand me better than people who know me ?
(or do I think they know me ?)
Why does it hurt sometimes thinking of someone ?
Why do memories make me happy yet sad ?
What is my family and what do they mean to me ?
Why does it worry when mom is not well ?
Why does Dad wait for me at the gate everyday when I get back from work ?
When am unwell, why does sis call every 1 hour while some people dont even bother ?
Why do I age ? Why couldnt I stay young forever ? Why is my age so important to people ?
Why shud my head throb in pain when am stressed ?
Why does the heart beat faster when I see something beautiful and magnificent ?
Why do some conversations make me want to soar high and fly and some make me want to start all over again ?
Why am I paid so much for doing this job while a
poor house-maid strives 7 days a week to earn 1/15th of what I do ?
Why am I single at 31 ? ( thanks to some ppl ,am asking this question myself !!)
Why does not being able to sing hurt so badly ?
Why does one line of hindolam sound like heaven ?
Why does witnessing a dead body make me philosphical ?
Why does rasam taste so good when I have fever ?
Why does it feel so good after coming from a swim ?
Why is it that life is beautiful and painful ?
Why do people call me 'Rekha'? What is in my name ? Why do I care ?
Why is it that when I smile everyone hover around but when I cry everyone stays away ?
Why should I always struggle for small,little things too, while some people sit pretty and things come knocking ?
Why should luck not favor me once ?
Why should I always be careful, calculated, regulated and abiding ?
Why should a mistake from me cause damage worth years of my youth ?
Why should I laugh or cry at all ?
Why should I have an opinion ?
Why should my thoughts matter to this vast vast universe ?
If I were to leave this world today, would it matter ?
If I cease to work,would my office close down ?
If I stop being a friend, would my friends care ?
so......
what is this all about ?
Many such questions in mind for the last few days. My Answer :- Because I want them that way!! My answers are always what I want them to be. To "think more" means more "inhibition", so from today onwards I risk the life of not "thinking too much" and giving life a damn chance to live itself...
( Inspired by a heart-to-heart talk with Sundari...thanks my dear for a few precious momentsof ur worthy life)
What is a job ?
Why is home a home and office an office ?
Who are these people around me ?
Why does Friday mean happy and Monday sad ?
Why is it that soemtimes strangers understand me better than people who know me ?
(or do I think they know me ?)
Why does it hurt sometimes thinking of someone ?
Why do memories make me happy yet sad ?
What is my family and what do they mean to me ?
Why does it worry when mom is not well ?
Why does Dad wait for me at the gate everyday when I get back from work ?
When am unwell, why does sis call every 1 hour while some people dont even bother ?
Why do I age ? Why couldnt I stay young forever ? Why is my age so important to people ?
Why shud my head throb in pain when am stressed ?
Why does the heart beat faster when I see something beautiful and magnificent ?
Why do some conversations make me want to soar high and fly and some make me want to start all over again ?
Why am I paid so much for doing this job while a
poor house-maid strives 7 days a week to earn 1/15th of what I do ?
Why am I single at 31 ? ( thanks to some ppl ,am asking this question myself !!)
Why does not being able to sing hurt so badly ?
Why does one line of hindolam sound like heaven ?
Why does witnessing a dead body make me philosphical ?
Why does rasam taste so good when I have fever ?
Why does it feel so good after coming from a swim ?
Why is it that life is beautiful and painful ?
Why do people call me 'Rekha'? What is in my name ? Why do I care ?
Why is it that when I smile everyone hover around but when I cry everyone stays away ?
Why should I always struggle for small,little things too, while some people sit pretty and things come knocking ?
Why should luck not favor me once ?
Why should I always be careful, calculated, regulated and abiding ?
Why should a mistake from me cause damage worth years of my youth ?
Why should I laugh or cry at all ?
Why should I have an opinion ?
Why should my thoughts matter to this vast vast universe ?
If I were to leave this world today, would it matter ?
If I cease to work,would my office close down ?
If I stop being a friend, would my friends care ?
so......
what is this all about ?
Many such questions in mind for the last few days. My Answer :- Because I want them that way!! My answers are always what I want them to be. To "think more" means more "inhibition", so from today onwards I risk the life of not "thinking too much" and giving life a damn chance to live itself...
( Inspired by a heart-to-heart talk with Sundari...thanks my dear for a few precious momentsof ur worthy life)
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