I See You...
"Give me the strength to become worthy of being called Your student, Sai student,
Give me the courage to lead my life in a way that my life can be Your message."
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| Prema Bandham |
Labels: Irony of life, life, Love, personal
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| Prema Bandham |
Labels: Irony of life, life, Love, personal
Labels: life
Labels: Friendship, Irony of life, life, Love, personal
Labels: Irony of life, life
Last month I had some great fun spending good amount of time the way I did as it was a clear cut diversion from how it had been for the past few weeks. Not to say that I don't have fun investing a good amount of time at work, oh yes I do like and enjoy what I do to earn my living. But its the other side of the coin that we tend to forget during the course of the so called busy life, sometimes even act as if it doesn't exist, ignoring the urge to do something different. The month started off with myself learning some salsa and hip-hop dance steps and dancing didn't stop there though as I watched the series of events unfolding later. What followed next was memorable event. And, that was the picnic to a hill station namely Saptasajya, a scenic beauty located eleven km out of Dhenkanal. I have always been flabbergasted by the places full of natural beauty and Saptasajya is one such place filled with the lush green landscapes apart from dense forest like surroundings with lot of trees. If you thought I missed out something, then you are right. There is also a mountain stream flowing down the hill.
We started off early in the morning (at around 6 o'clock) from Bhubaneswar as its a three hour long bus journey we had to travel and even before that the bus driver(s) for the two buses did have a job in his hand, picking everyone (ninety in number) up which was made easier with some meticulous planning by a team of dedicated individuals. It indeed needed a lot of pre-event planning as managing people of this big number is no less than a Herculean task. As we started for the picnic, at first I had an impression of it as a typical bus journey but boy, did we have fun. All my notions were proven wrong as soon as the wheels of the bus started rolling. All of us were in the mood to sing that we did with full throated voice. Aanth-akshari was just the beginning though, as one of us, Mr Hati, quite a popular figure in CDR team started entertaining everyone within the bus with his unique talent. His acts were were hilarious indeed, so much so that the two buses took turns to invite him to perform the acts, he did all the while we were in the journey. We just couldn't help but laugh and kept laughing till we had no more of laughter left in us. The journey was great although we did have some bumpy roads towards the last few miles to our destination. But thats how it is i guess. Many a times in life too we have to travel past the bumpy moments else would we be in a position to appreciate the brighter side of it.
Once we reached our destination, we had some breakfast and we were on our own to explore the place that is said to act as host to the Pandavas during their Agnyatvas days in these hills as they had spent one year this mountains for shelter. There is also the holy temple of Sri Ramachandra is located at about 900 feet at the hill top. A mountains stream flows down as if touching his holy feet in veneration. Mythologically this place is important and many legends are still available. Its name is Saptasajya because, there are seven hills surrounding the area. Again there is story that, the Saptarashi had their ashrams here in this place. There is also a mythological story, that, Sri Ram during his exiled or Vanabasha had spent seven days in this beautiful spot. This scenic spot has become a good tourist and picnic spot where thousands of tourists and devotees gather from different corners of Orissa and India. Once we were done with the breakfast, we went in groups up to the temple first and the hill top later. I must say I was in complete awe to see the greenery around. It would be a great a mistake on my part if I were to call this place just a picnic spot or a tourist destination as it didn't fail to baffle me with its dazzling and rejuvenating environment. When we were back for the fun activities, it started from where it had stopped at the bus with events like catch the balloon, tug of war and some solo songs sung by few of us and oh yes, my guitar did play a part for my song. When it came to the dancing to the beats of the music being played, it was a sight for the Gods to see. Oh my God, I never thought we could dance the way we did in the group, i mean all of us. It reminded me of my university days, when we used to dance in the DJ nights all night long at the university of Hyderabad. The crazy moves made by us had become a part of the interesting dance steps. On the way back to Bhubaneswar from Saptasajya, my mind was struck with a series of thoughts as I was reminded of a poem I had read sometime back in which the poet describes life as a journey. In my view, the journey of life gives us enough opportunities to make it a memorable one. Its up to us how we reach our destination and what we do to make it a memorable one.
Photographs Courtesy : Sridhar.
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Labels: personal, photographs, places, travel diaries
Its been quite an experience watching the show India's got talent, now that I come home on weekends and sit in front of the TV for hours together (if I'm not online). Talent is precious and God given, not all are fortunate enough to possess it. With the advent of talent hunt shows, it has become easier to express oneself. Not long ago, we had tv channels flooding with daily saas-bahu soaps and the trend seems to be changing. Its all about the reality shows these days. Rarely can one find a show aired on the channels that can hold the interest of the audience long enough for it to be called as a show-stopper amongst them (and do I have to say anything about the desi news channels.. grr!!). Last time I remember watching a show with such interest was KBC. And the recently concluded talent show has proved that talent is something that can never be ignored, whatever be it. It was great to watch such talented people performing on the big stage. Shows like these bring out the talent that is often (otherwise) not recognized. The Berhampur based dance group (Prince group) showed to what level can a dance performance be taken to. Hats off to the guys from the group. And yeah, Berhampur is my native place. So u see people, there is something coming from this place in future for the whole world to hear (who knows), someone called Mr. "M" is on his way it seems and he is coming soon. :)
Labels: life, Newsmakers, places
There seems to be something that is holding me back from blogging. Now whatever that is, it surely has taken much of my space and time. I find it funny that I myself am not able to figure that. Strange.. very strange. Life seems like moving on a straight line at its own pace. It just refuses to listen and I don't force it either. What would you do if lies seem more believable, when it becomes difficult to digest the truth.. I think its deja-vu that I am experiencing. Its all relative isn't it.. Whatever it is, I have realized that no point in thinking it over especially when it seems nothing more than a silly point. And I believe whatever happens, its all for good.. :)
I will be back. (Arnold Schwarzenegger style, yeah.!!)
P.S.1 : I am on cloud nine these days. I get to go home more often. Deccans have won the IPL trophy. I wish they had played well in the last edition when I actually had watched all their matches just to find myself disappointed then. Gilly rocks. Some of my friends got married and one of my friends got engaged few days back.. :) Guys.. my best wishes to you all. Happy for ya.
PS.2 : Right now I am addicted to James Blunt, Savage Garden, Pink Floyd and Evanescence. (ARR addiction is all time.. )
Labels: cricket, Friendship, Irony of life, life, personal
Some time back, I was wondering 'which hindi movie would take away the honor for the best Hindi movie of the year 2008?' Now bollywood is all about biggies, the Khans, the Yash Rajs or the Johars. So I thought no use asking myself rhetorical questions. Wait a sec.. I have a blog and I can as well put it all together. So here it is. This is a post all about stuff from the year 2008 that I thought was best and happening. Now, this isn't complete in any way and its only what i liked the most. Apart from the world without, this year personally has been quite an experience for the world within me.. So I have put a few things (randomly) that the year 2008 had for me.
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Labels: hydbad diaries, movie, music, Newsmakers, personal
Labels: hydbad diaries, Irony of life, life, personal
Well, it seems like allz going good with me but for my blog. Yes, I am alive though its been ages since I posted something here (and that really makes me feel bad). Hope i get over this laziness of mine. Now there is something I (rather my blog has) received that made me wonder 'wowww, where did that come from ?' Its the award for my blog. The Freedom and Independent award from Barath. I dont know if I deserve it though but thanks a lot Barath for considering this blog worthy of this award. You do have a lovely blog dude and it has remained (and will always remain) an inspiration for my blog.

This is the second in the series of guest posts. This time its my friend Barath ( a fellow blogger), has something to share on my blog and I am more than happy to have his writings here. Thanks a ton barath.. Dude, you write so very well.. But before that I also have a confession to make. I haven't been updating my blog or rather I have become lazy enough to write something for my blog, thanks to my seemingly busy schedule and my thoughts that keep me as busy as the other things in my life. okay, i ll try to become lil bit more active, but for now read this gem of a post (easily one of the best posts of my blog) that will make you fall in love.. with the 'balcony' of course :) .
Labels: Friendship, guest post, Irony of life, life, Stories
Its been a while since I watched a movie that has so much in it and yet a very simple and would-like-to-watch-it-again kinda movie. "Jaane tu.. ya jaane na.." has no great story neither is it a new concept. But it manages to keep the interest of the audience going. The story revolve
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Labels: hydbad diaries, inspirational, photographs, places, travel diaries
Well... this is a new thing, I am experimenting with my blog.. Ever heard of guest appearances in movies.. yeah something like that !! I had invited someone to write for my blog and this is the first ever guest post! :) Now as promised to the author, the name the author is not going to be revealed.. You may find the concept of remaining anonymous a bit strange and "why would one like to remain anonymous ?" . Believe me, writing anonymous articles gives one the freedom to express oneself best and its not a new concept anyway.. So read on !!
Recounting memories of someone is a tiring process, yet there are certain memories, when cherished creates rainbows of myriad hues with subtle shades of different emotions in the mind. It gives the true delight of life, which soothingly embraces the soul. One such memory is Mano anna.
There was no one in the street who didn’t know him, the mechanic Manoharan. Everyone calls him, ‘dey mechanic’. Dad and mom call him, ‘mano thambi’. To me, he is mano anna, my mano anna. I met him when I was six or seven years old. He was six years elder than me.
I am the only child at home. I can be spotted either roaming in the street, fighting with older boys, or in the mechanic shed after my school hours. There were at least a dozen kids and it was natural for us to squabble one thousand times each day. Though I got along well with everyone, I spend most of my time in mano Anna’s mechanic shop. At 15 he was the owner of this shop, Mano anna, unlike me doesn’t speak much, even if he speaks, I call it whispering. He is very soft spoken, who never loses him when dealing with people. He can be always seen working, with those grease stains all over him. All he knew in his life was his mechanic shop, his motor bike, his Bible, his harmonica, his volley ball and his few friends. He had an elder sister, who was studying in Chennai. He earned and spent everything for her. And more than anything, he is my good friend, a brother and my first male companion. I spent my childhood days in his company and grew up with him. My parents never objected or had problems with this. My grand-ma disliked me spending time with mano anna. There were times when she was rude and shouted at him for no reasons. I appreciated my parent’s efforts to pacify her, but every time they fail miserably in their mission. I had no problems over anything. I hate my grand-ma for her constant surveillance on me and her endless preaching on how-to-be-a-girl. I remember her constantly telling me that it is not good for a girl to have friendships with boys. I can very well understand my grand-ma. To her, her views and perceptions were right and hence she was reasonable. But I never personally believed in all that she told me.
I passed out of the school and took admission in the college. When I was in second year, mano anna got his sister married off .Things changed between us. He didn’t like me spending much time in the shop, rather never encouraged me. But he and our relationship remained the same. He will come to our home once in a while to help my dad and my mom in their usual chores. There was this one thing that I always wonder about him. He never went further our sitting room in our home and even when my mom insisted on eating with us on any festivals, he never accepted the invitation. He would always excuse himself and get the feast packed to eat in the shop with other workers.
And my mom for every Easter and Christmas would specially cook spice stuffed oil brinjal, puliogare, drumstick curry and pappads for him. I could only smile pitifully for him at the very thought of seeing him miss all the wonderful non-vegetarian feasts. I love my mom more for what she has been to him in all those years. When I was in Mumbai, I got his wedding invitation. I couldn’t attend his marriage for some reasons. I met Mano anna lastly in my marriage. He was there with his wife and his girl child. I felt good to see him after a long time. The child was six years old. I met him first when I was six years old. He had named her, ‘Avantika’. I couldn’t help but smile with tears for all that Mano anna had given me in my life- including my name for his daughter.
Two decades of life went turning me forty five. Life blessed me with two boys and a girl. Whenever I see my eldest son and daughter together, I’m reminded of Mano anna and me. I can now tell my grand-ma that my relationship with mano anna gave me a healthy view of men and women relationships. It helped me to trust men and understand that they are different and not bad. He thought me how important it is for women to be courageous in life. I teach my kids responsibility for I’ve seen what it is to be responsible even in one’s young age.
I remember those days of my life, when I’m in the mechanic shop with mano anna busy in his work. The only emotion I remember of Mano anna is how I cried softly when I first listened to his harmonicas magic. The only memory that lingers in my mind is the expression in Mano Anna’s face as he wiped the grease in his face with the back of his hand.
Labels: Friendship, guest post, life, Stories
What has happened to me.. I seem to find no time for my blog (even though I have a loadz of it for every other damn thing) and thats the reason why this blog has not been updated since ages.. Not that I dont waste any time.. I usually do and who doesn't.. But we have something called 'a project work', a year-long thing and we have to windup everything within the deadline and thats keeping me away from this place. And of course.. the hottest thing for the cricket lovers is still on. The IPL. That has taken away a chunk of my time for the past few weeks. And I had to constantly make a decision between IPL, Project work and the online world, somewhat confused.. So you see, how many things I have in my mind.. (and not to mention the unbearable intolerable scorching summer taking away all my energy.. it sucks!)
Labels: cricket, hydbad diaries, Newsmakers
Last month actress Ms. Revathy Menon was here.. @ University of Hyderabad (I know I should have blogged about it much earlier). As a part of the program called 'Women's March', she was invited to give a talk. The actress well known (in south India especially) for her acting talent also has two movies to her credit as a director, 'Mitra-myfriend' and 'Phir milenge'. I have seen the second one and I thought it was courageous on her part to make a movie such as this one. She didn't speak much about this movie though. The focus was on Mitra-myfriend and I thought the talk was very much insightful. What I liked about her talk was the clarity with which she spoke. I seriously doubt if any of the current generation actresses can speak with such authenticity.. And what can I say about her charisma.. She is one of the four gorgeous ladies I have seen.. { My mom and my elder sisters are the first three in the list.. :) }. I had an opportunity to ask a question to her and I don't miss many. Though my question was a twisted one, she gave a straight forward answer to that one.


Labels: hydbad diaries, photographs
Holi came and went.. Rang De Basanti was the song on my mind then. But I am afraid the extremity of mood swings has made me forget the song. Sometimes what you do needn't necessarily be what you intended to do.. I was made to realize that I have become forgetful. As I have recently discovered, I have been quite unfair.. to some, my very own friends. There's many things I wish I didn't do and I can never forgive myself for mistakes I have committed. My mind was occupied with many a thoughts. Random, depressed, weird, strange.. Of late, I have been into music and was trying out new compositions on the keyboard. The strange thoughts kept my mind busy and my hands, refused to stop.. Nothing can describe those feelings better than this piano piece of mine, a result of all that my mind was going through..
Labels: Friendship, music, personal