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I remember.

>> Saturday, November 13, 2010

“Shhh!! Don’t tell mom”, you told me on being asked why you were limping. I remember gasping in shock to see blood on your feet. I was shivering when you whispered that you stepped on broken glass. I was only relieved when Mom noticed you were limping and dragged you to the doctor on seeing blood on your chappals. And I only could say “Sorry Anna” on seeing you in pain.
I remember jumping from terrace to terrace in the typical Bangalore suburb setting we stayed in, to look for you, who I knew would be busy flying kites with Babu, Bailu, jayyu, Suri,…(they sound like goonda names now). 

I remember fighting with you every single day over some silly thing. Fights that would result in me wailing and you giving up. 

I remember mom yelling that we are the worst siblings ever cos we fight like dogs and that we should learn from other kids. And I actually believed that only WE were the only kids who fought.

I remember you reaching up to the dabba in which tamarind was stored to sneak a piece to me, cos I could’t reach it.

I remember you convincing to read comics instead of playing in sand. :)

I remember that day you went to the hostel and not realizing you would’t stay with us for 3 years.

I remember the day I ran behind the bike,when uncle took you to the bus stand after summer holidays, tears running down my face.

I remember you holding the cycle for me when I was learning to ride.

I remember the summer where you grew taller by 2 feet. 

I remember coming to visit you in the hostel, and you showing us around proudly, holding back tears when time came for us to leave.

I remember losing appetite when I was told you accidentally poured hot water on yourself.

I remember your first job, your first salary.

I remember you bargaining for a kinetic at home.

I remember those amazing omelets you made for me on Saturdays.

I remember your first promotion.

I remember those million times you have lent me your bike.

I remember you bringing a Barbie for me, cos I complained that you never gave me proper ‘Gifts’ and only cash for every occasion. (and just because I did’t have a Barbie when I was a little girl)

I remember the times I have hurt you by mean words and not even apologised.

I remember those times we’ve eaten dinner in silence, absolutely determined we would’t say a word to each other ever after that chattered away just a day later.

I remember you protectively walking by me on the crowded streets.

I remember having been upset that you din tell me that were seeing someone .

I remember being thrilled that you were getting married. 

I remember crying the happy tears when you did my kanyadaan.

I remember the joy I felt when I knew your son was born.

I want to tell you, I remember. Everything. I might not mention it. But I do love you.
It’s not your Birthday, Nor is it Rakhi. (Well, it’s your Wedding Anniversary tomorrow. )
But , I want you to know, You are the best brother I could have asked for.

Thanks for being my Brother.



Hail Remy!!

>> Friday, November 12, 2010

It's been a while since I've blogged from the phone. But I could't resist. Our favorite shack is up. And our weekends are kind of booked. :).
Remy's shack is up and we kind of inaugurated our winter shack visit. Nice fish, some beer and feels like home.
Weekend begins.
Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar


Declaration of Love

>> Tuesday, November 2, 2010

What does it take for the person you love, to know you do?

Should I wait for the perfect evening, a fantastic sunset and a candle-lit dinner to look into his eyes and gently say “I love you”? Or should I take the more vociferous path and stand on the echoing 
hills of some strange place and scream it, so it comes back, loud?

Will buying an airplane (or a fleet) and naming it after him suffice? Or should I try building a monument of Marble?

Should I write a poem? Or a fancy letter?

Should I carve my declaration on anything I find??

I’m told that one doesn’t need declaration to love or be loved. Well. The logic does understand. The romantic in me disagrees.

Once in a while, it doesn’t hurt anyone. Does it?

Declare, when you feel like, I say!

Here is one declaration i found on a train recently.
Way to go Manoj- or Abarna. :)


Confessions of an impatient driver

>> Wednesday, October 20, 2010

As I slammed the brakes of my 10 year old Maruti 800, I flinched. I wondered how long is this car of mine bear with me . Pushing the worry out of my mind for future reference (as in when I reach home), I tried to focus on climbing the slope of the exit. “Left? Right? Left? Right? Was there a right choice? Which would give me lesser traffic to deal with? “. Yeah, I’m dramatic that way. And left I go. Rejoice on seeing a clear street. But, least did I know it was the calm before the storm. (yeah, more drama). After covering a furlong (what? That word is still in use!!), I noticed the cause for the empty street. JAM. I was stuck the end of what seemed like a long line.  Reverse!! But face a monster sized Safari right behind. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Hello, crabby me!! After what could be 15 mins and several under-the-breath curses, there was some movement ahead. The idiot who had caused the jam, with the badly parked omni, was found. Cars started moving. The idiots(yes, there were plenty), who had climbed on the pavement, with their bikes that is, hurriedly climbed down to the street. But crabby was not in a mood to rejoice. All crabby wanted was to go home and do nothing. When it was my turn to move, first gear, second and then third, and BRAKE! A head bobs in and out and in and out from a new Swift. Ah, I get it. New car. He needs to be sure that he gets his “Babe” home safe. While he leaves safely from my right, throws me a grateful smile (for waiting patiently. Hah!) I throw him a look that says, ‘Well, congrats on ur new car. But get the hell out of my way’. He was gone by the time I could make up my mind if I wanted to slam into his car or just yell at him. Finally, free streets. Yeah, Gear number 4 springs to action and I’m whizzing home. I get home. Phew! What a day!
The next day begins with equal impatience. Getting my insurance renewed was the task of the day and I was late. I wondered why is it that when you are in a super hurry, others tend to move in superer slow motion. Well, I couldn’t help but swish and swerve and rush. And I finally got there. I was told to give a copy of my Driver’s license. While I was filling the renewal form, it registered that my license on that day was exactly 7 months old. That meant, I was on the streets, in my car, for all of 7 months. AND I’d turned into a monster already. I shamefully remembered my Driving lessons where I’d drive at a snail-pace while other drivers patiently waited behind for space. And if someone impatient passed by me, almost pushing me into the ditch, I determinedly promised myself that I would never be one of those. And that I would have patience and respect for everyone on the street. In my arrogance of having learnt the art of driving and mastering the confidence, forgotten my promise to self. I was really ashamed. For that one moment, I thought I din deserve the license. Well, I think the RTO should start taking a bond signed for nice behavior for drivers.
Well, I had amends to make. It meant starting fresh and with patience. Well, I think now the world has one less impatient driver to deal with.


Travel underrated!

>> Friday, October 1, 2010

I remember the times when I've eagerly waited for the travel plans, conceived at least a month in advance and carefully checked and rechecked for possible flaws, gingerly move into reality. The exotic locales, shopping surprises, must see points, must eat –at joints.....everything so glorified. So much of time invested in keeping everything safe and perfect.  Not that I've not been on those "carefree-careless" trips. Have done few of those. But there has always been an element of preplanned comfort.

That afternoon when we set of one of our longest day journeys by train, I was apprehensive. One, cos the trip was short and decided on at the spurt of the moment. Two, we were to travel by a chair car on a 11 hour journey. Three, it is to a city I'm in awe of and am  terrified of at the same time. Mumbai.

As soon as we entered the compartment, a face hounded us "what are your seat numbers?". I wanted to tell him, “You are loud AND ur face is too big. And why the hell should I tell you our seat numbers”. I guess the unplanned trip is going to be difficult. But, the kind of person I am,I flashed him a half sweet smile and gave him our seat numbers. We were requested to sit on another pair of seats cos our seats were bang in middle of their 'family of 30 nos'. Okay! Moved. We happy. They happy.
 We eat the lunch on Shatabdi. They eat the lunch on  Shatabdi. We are done. So is the rest of the train I guess. They continue to eat. I see a man from that family make some Chaat.  And then the noise begins. All the mummies in the noisy gujju family of 30 ,get to fatten up their babies and hubbies. And then the well fed mummies, babies and hubbies decide to give it all and start the all time fav torture antakshari.

I was glad I had come armed with a book. A fat one. And earphones. While I secretly devised/plotted schemes involving waking up the sleeping gujjus with buckets of cold water if I ever got a chance, Shantaram-the book I'd wisely brought along, slowly took me in. And then the Konkan region we were travelling thru had me wishing I was driving thru it. I'd never known that this belt was this lovely. Perfectly green, dotted with lovely water- falls (that might even give a mighty complex to our local beauty dudhsagar falls) and the kind of riverside you only conjure up in your head if you've heard a story of it.
I wish i had taken more pictures along the way. But my creative part of the brain had gone to sleep with all the extra loud antakshari session.

The Indian railway on-rail catering team kept sweeping in with samosas, cutlets and soups even. I've eaten to keep busy/ sane/both, I know. :)

I knew that I cud do without the 30 odd voices digging my brains out my ears with all that singing. But, I also knew that it all added the character to this trip.
To top it all, the train was late by 2 hours over the scheduled arrival. I wonder if it was the revenge of all the Gujjus I’ve ever made fun of.

Cheers to shantaram, konkan coast, indian railways, gujjus who can't sing and Mumbai.


Immortals of Meluha- Review.

>> Wednesday, September 29, 2010

When I packed my bags this time, I did so with a lot of care. I took only what was highly necessary. No, this was not about travelling light. (wicked smiles). It was to ensure that I had enough space for all the lovely books that I had to carry back. Called the bookstore ahead to make sure I get all the books I need. Armed with a long list, I bugged ‘the Bookworm guy’. He patiently noted the names I was shooting at him. And told me to come about an hour later. I decided to give him more than an hour. After all, some titles were relatively new.
Kiran, no longer ‘the bookworm guy’, had found all the books I needed. And some precious pre-read (shmancy name for used) copies too.  And then it began, like every time I hit a bookstore. A few more titles got added to the stack. I stopped before it would get very difficult to decide. I turned down a few suggestions and freezed my loot at 8 books. And bang on my budget. I was proud of myself. That I did not give in to the huge temptation or Kiran’s encouraging ‘one more wonly madam’. He finally gave up. Or so I thought. When another fella did my bill, kiran came back with a book and said in his signature syle, “ayyo, I forgot this completely. You shouldddd buy this.” I was prepared for it. I go, “ No, No. Not this time. Next time. Let me finish these first. What is it called by the way?” And hurried to pay my bill. ‘Immortals of Meluha’. And I go, “oh, okay. But not now.” He then plays his trump card without realizing it. “Madam, it is about Lord Shiva. The whole country is reading it”. My mind had stopped at ‘Shiva’ and I grabbed the book from his hand. Never judge a book by it’s cover they say. I broke that rule. I had to have the book, at least the cover. The Mighty Himalayas and a beautiful lake as the background, the object of my undivided attention, had Shiva, his back turned to me and a Trishul in the centre. Shiva in a book and a fiction at that, is something I had to try.
Immortals of Meluha is a debut by Amish Tripathi. His first of the trilogy. And a very brave attempt. Brave ,because, he chose to write about a Hindu God for a majority of  the readers who have probably grown up listening to plenty of stories about the book’s main character. Would this story be different? If yes, how far could the author afford to go? If no, why would someone buy this book?
I tried not to be too judgmental. And read the book as a neutral book lover. Not be blinded by my fascination for Shiva. And so I read on.
The review ahead might be a spoiler for few. For those who might not want to read the obvious but important chapter out of the book, turn back. The rest, continue.
The book tells us how, Shiva, a simple Man from the Himalayan Mountains, was turned into a legend by a few turn of events. Shiva, who accidentally develops a blue throat on drinking the Somras(otherwise knows as the drink of gods) and according a long-before told legend, is expected to lead the good side (the Suryavanshis) to be victorious over the bad side(The Chandravanshis). Amish does a good job describing his main character taking care to add all the details that we love Shiva for (the looks, the dancing prowess, the anger, the wit, the passion,..). The description of Chandravanshis match the description of Modern day India complete with potholed roads. The story seems to be in a hurry though. I wish Amish would’ve taken more time and paid attention to his other few characters and made the book seem a little less messy. The book is dotted with pleasant suspense sections and some amusing lines.
The two things about the book I am not a great fan of:
  1. I only could not bring myself to believe that my beloved Shiva was a Tibetan. No way!
  2. The Author, to make the book run at the pace of a thriller has lost track half way and added unnecessary unconnected sequences.
But I have to give it Amish. He has made me finish this book less than 2 days of reading time (reading between work and home) and wait eagerly for his next. I guess waiting is fun.
The trailer for the book is interesting.

More reviews coming up. I have the guns… errr… books ready.


bring the umbrellas out. Again!

>> Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Monsoons have picked up a flair for fooling us Goans. After leaving Goa wet and mossy, and being applauded for the best in 5 years, the monsoons pretended to take our leave. And just when we thought the clothes would dry crisp in the sun, it's back to soak us all. Poor umbrellas will have to wait a little longer for their hibernation. :). And this little fella has no problems with the rain.


Rio, Our 'little' Hound.

>> Friday, July 16, 2010

This is Rio. He's an Indian Hound. The breed is Mudhol. They are native to the Southern part of India, state of Karnataka. This one is just 5 months of age. A riot already. A stark change at home in comparision to our well behaved queen Genie who's a 11 yr labrador. He keeps us on our toes. Well, we love him for just that.


Jasmines, Lillies and Rain

>> Thursday, July 15, 2010

It has been a busy week but I'm not complaining for a change. I've been wanting to hunt and shoot some pictures for a while. With the rains and all. With absolutely no time i thought i'd do the honors this weekend. But, i lost my resolve today and here i am with some pictures of the beautiful flowers and plants in my garden and then the battery died on me. :(. Well more tomorrow.


Scribble. yay!!

>> Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Sachin found this great application for me on phone. It's called scribble. Now i can scribble all i want and upload it here. Fun! This elephant is something i learnt to sketch in school. I was surprised i could draw it after so long.



I've heard that Life is the most patient teacher of all. It makes you go through the same things till you learn, till you grow, till u accept to change for better. I wonder if this teacher has pet students and if these are let off easy. It's strange how much one rebuke from life can change your perspective. I've probably been a bad student. I hope the patience with me continues.  :).
Here's one picture from Sachin's  album to go with the mood.



>> Saturday, July 3, 2010

Well,as if to prove to myself that i'm sane, i started what i loved doing few years back. Making random sketches. These sketches usually show me what i'm feeling at one point cause these are made without deliberation. They just happen. Today's sketch surprised  me. It definitely did not prove any sanity.


Silly Me.

>> Wednesday, June 30, 2010

One of those days where blogging seems meaningless. So does watching TV. Or reading a book. or a ringing a friend up. Or just about anything. Feels strangely empty. But not Sad. The only thing meaningful seems taking a deep breath and starting the day all over again, with a new background music, a softer one.


Dino comes home.

>> Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I've always wanted to name one of my pets Dino (as in "Dye no"). Now i already have the likes of Brandy, Genie and Rio already who are 2 labradors and 1 Indian Hound respectively. But i guess the next one will be Dino. I recently picked up a lil Hippo from a Home Deco Expo. I find his shaking head very cute. He has to get a place on my Blog. So here goes


Where's the Beach??

>> Sunday, June 27, 2010

After what seems like a long long time (and some ) we took off gallivanting. And it felt so nice. The rain drops on your face can be good healer I've learnt. We went to our favorite Beach. And were shocked!! The Beach wasn't there. The Rains had eaten away most of it. But the sight was still so beautiful. I wonder if i'm insane. Some more Rain's fury pictures in the next post


Rains, Work and Chai.

>> Thursday, June 24, 2010

Goa is beautiful!!! I want to declare this from rooftops to anyone who still doesn't believe it. The parched fields are Green again. Our backyard is lovely again. :). The skies are gray. I wish i could keep looking out of my window till eternity. Ah!!! Alas! Work plays dirty now. Chai keeps me from banging my work and stepping out in the Rain.


Donkey Donkey Old and Gray!

>> Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Donkey, Donkey, Old and Gray, Open your mouth. And gently bray;. Lift your ears, And blow your horn, To wake the world this sleepy morn.

I Found this mother-son duo standing still in a street in Malleshwaram in Bangalore. They were probably enjoying the amazing weather on that weekend by just standing still.


On Cloud Nine.

>> Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I have always loved clouds. Well, who doesn't? I love the promise of rain that they bring, The shapes that they change into, the romantic effect that they leave behind. Monsoons are en-route Goa. Horrid Heat, you better hide.


Our very own Jack (Sparrow).

>> Monday, May 31, 2010

Carnival pictures are still a hot pick. This one here is Goa's version of Jack Sparrow. Him being one of my all time fav, i decided to give this picture a slot on my Blog.


Window to the Soul

>> Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Ever wondered why Ladakh, Tibet,.....are almost synonymous with Spirituality, otherworldliness, Divinity,...??  I have. I always wonder what is it about these places that pulls everyone from around the world. Why is it home to the most powerful of saints/monks? Favoritism by God himself i guess. For me it is the unbeatable ethereal quality that this place holds. I'm coming. Sooooon.


Ladakh and me.

>> Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I've been away from the blog for a long time. Did not have the motivation to write or put up any pictures. I'm getting obsessed with Ladakh. :-) . I'm haunting the albums of Ladakh. And drooling all over them. 

This is one of those pictures which brings a smile to my face. Clever shot. "Ooooo Pahadi ke peeche saab" types. And the B/W makes it even better. Some of these pictures have the privilege of being framed in pretty frames in the house


Mad Mad week.

>> Thursday, April 22, 2010

It really has been a mad week. 2 weeks actually. How i wish i could retire to this beautiful place. Beautiful shot by  Sachin of a praying place in the serene Ladakh landscape. One visit to the Photo album and my resolve to go there this june gets stronger


Balanced meal.

>> Monday, April 12, 2010

This cow was caught on candid cam , eating it's version of balanced diet. :) . Cows from south are pretty brave that way i guess. They casually wander over to the highways. Today i found a calf blocking my way mid-traffic for a good 150 seconds. Some seem pretty content chewing their cud (whatever that is) while 20 trucks behind them will honk till doomsday. and the others will scamper in your direction the minute you decide to ignore them and take a different lane. What holy cow, we know we need them.


Hook(ah)ed. :)

>> Saturday, April 10, 2010

This picture was clicked on a New year's eve at our fav shack. We waited for the sun to set on the old and dawn into the new. Camera's were busy. So was the hookah, Egyptian ishtyle. I love the surreal feel about this picture. The hookah looks almost inviting. And it was Apple mint flavor. I also tried some basic long exposure shots. Liked the way it turned out.


Diwali....very often.

>> Monday, April 5, 2010

Fireworks are not limited to Diwali in Goa. Beach shacks light these babies up when demanded by their Non-Indian guests. These fireworks never cease to amaze me. having stopped bursting them myself for sake of non-pollution, i'm surprised at how much money goes up in the air to give this spectacle a life. Hmmm. Nevertheless, they look good.


Life across Dauladhars

>> Friday, April 2, 2010

I once came across a wallpaper that looked exactly like this. Mcleodganj or for that matter, the entire stretch around Himalayan valley are home to lovely Wild flowers. I caught a few on cam


'Dandelion curls'

>> Wednesday, March 24, 2010

This picture was taken by Sachin about a year back. I've run out of pictures, so i thought i might as well use his. I'm sure he would'nt mind. :).

Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here
Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer
Tiny tangled curls of green
Gayly bobbing in between?

Pretty token of the spring!
Hark! we hear the bluebirds sing
When we thus see little girls
Decked in dandelion curls.

--Evaleen Stein


"When are you going to finish all of these?" exclaimed my mom when she saw a bag full of books i bought on my last trip to Bangalore. "Can you not buy few at a time, finish them and buy the next lot?" she advised much to my growing irritation. I dint explain to her that i might just finish ALL of these by the time i hit Bangalore next. Or that the fact was that i actually got greedy and picked more books than i had intended to. My logic was already yelling at me for having spent a good amount on a single day and that too because i was stupid to buy a majority of books from Crossword while i could've saved about 30% at another place. This place called Bookworm(off MG Road/Brigade Road) is a heaven for book lovers. You'll get straight 25-30% off on brand new copies or can pick up read copies for half the price. And what's more,You read the book,did not like it that much, return it and get 50% of price paid back. Now that's great. For people who don't believe in keeping books. Not for me. I keep every book i read. So i buy my copies even if i've originally read a borrowed one.

And i don't believe in 'read-as-per-your-age' nonsense. I love Harry Potter. I still read comics. I reread my books. I love fiction. I dont mind the author as long as the story keeps me wanting to get back to the book.

I experimented with the recent copies by clicking pictures of them as objects. Wanted to share them here.

A very popular book written by Elizabeth Gilbert. Quite interesting part of her life. Liked the indonesian part of her journey because it's all happy happy. Have't read the sequel yet. Might just pick it up on my trip home this time. ;)

This was a very cute book. One of the cutest i've read so far. Was recommended by the bookworm guy. Meant for teens i guess but that din stop me. It's about a autistic teen boy who wants to find out who murdered his neighbor's dog. Mark Haddon brightens the book with some illustrations of what's going through the boy's head. Nice!!

This was recommended to me about a year back by my younger cousin (who's overtaken my number of books read quite sometime ago now). For some reason i had'nt picked it up. Loved the book. Was disappointed when it was over.

It did not take too long to finish this one. Did not connect to it for some strange reason. Liked the cover. :)


Top on my things to do before i die

>> Tuesday, March 23, 2010

This picture was clicked by Sachin in 2007 when he made a trip to Ladakh. And now i want to go. When i see the pictures that he's clicked of this heaven on earth, my heart begs me to pack my bags right away and land up there. Sachin are you listening?


Eat,Pray,...and then some.

>> Sunday, March 7, 2010

An unexpected trip to udupi( a town down in South Canara Dist, Karnataka), was a glimpse at how fast things are changing. Roads getting broadened, town becoming city(ish), big buildings/malls ruling the otherwise conservative cocoon....
Udupi is a hub of great cooks. Confirming that is the countless 'UDUPI HOTELS' all over India serving amazing dosas and idlis forever now. It also happens to be the home of the famous Udupi (Lord) krishna. With my Camera left behind, my mobile camera came into action. Shot a few pictures on the way to and the short rendezvous with the lil 'temple town of Udupi'.

The truck loaded train on the way.

Not there yet.

After feasting on some amazing lady fish and prawn ghee roast (my mouth still waters at the mere thought of it), we walked some distance to catch THE famous icecream parlor of Udupi, 'Diana'. We reached bang on the closing time. 5 mins to go. I wouldn't give up.

Called Gadbad which loosely translated means 'mix', accounts for a lot of slurps for most of my friends, local or otherwise. A meal in itself sometimes, i can manage this as a dessert.

After all the eating, it was time to see the beautiful little Krishna. Unexpectedly, the temple was the least crowded of all the times i've been there. No photographs inside. The peace and energy inside made me wish for a longer time to sit there. :( .

The wooden room divider caught my eye and i was already planning ways of getting it done. Great piece for sure.

I need to go armed with a better camera to do justice to the beautiful little (big) town


Happy Place

>> Saturday, February 27, 2010

When you're lost in sorrow,
when you're just content with life,
when you need to thank someone,
when you want to argue with yourself,
when you need to cry aloud,
when you need to wipe someone's tears,
when you're in need of a hug,
when you have to celebrate,

You look for that special place for yourself.

I wish mine would look like this.


Croak. Do me justice it screams

>> Thursday, February 25, 2010


King of good times.

>> Tuesday, February 23, 2010

After a really long day, hitting the beach, sitting at a shack while the sea breeze refreshes you and sipping a drink.... This is how we lucky people spend almost every weekend (and some weekdays too).

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