Tuesday, November 29, 2005

B'day ...






Happy B'day to You ... happy b'day to You .. Happy b'day dear Kochi ... Sang Rajesh, while I cut the pristine looking white Pineapple "Heart"(cake) .. with glowing candles on it and confetti all around it. On the way hung balloons and a Happy Birthday slogan. Thus was celeberated my 1st b'day after marriage, with lots of love, affection and cake on my face :D.
The fun and excitement started a couple of days ago, with dinner at Bangalore's tallest restaurant "Ebony" .. Situated in the heart of the town in Barton Centre, on M.G.Road, this quaint eat-out is on the 13th floor, boasting of an exquisite cuisine that includes Parsi, Italian, Thai and much more.. You should definitely try out the Saladi per Ende (Parsi omelette) - it is simply out of the world (the price of 120/- too :P). We walked in the drizzling rain on the streets of commercial street, enjoying the weather and being satisfied with our purchase of a wonderful coat for me.
Another day of shopping on my b'day eve ensured I increased my formal collections by alteast 3 new pieces of exquisite clothing.... We started the countdown to "The hour" by watching the ever-charming and "brilliantly" stupid - Marilyn Monroe in "How to marry a millionaire".
At about 11:45, I was ushered and locked into the bedroom, while the Mr.went about his preparations. Just when he walked me out the of the bedroom, eyes closed - the lights went off... heavens blessing , maybe :) ... In the candle lit room, I was awed by the decorations rajesh had done ... I blew the candles, cut the cake.. We shared big chunks greedily ... finally some landed on my face also :)....
Satisfied and very pleased, I went to bed, having enjoyed probably the best b'day after college days ...
Only to wake up to numerous calls the next day from near and dear ones and a wonderful boquet of flowers from my dear friend Ram in the US of A...

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Thalai Deepavali

Unfotunate are those friends of mine who got married this year and missed their "Thalai Deepavali". Deepavali/diwali(as it is called in North India), in itself is probably the brightest of all festivals.... All around lamps are light and no street is spared of crackers for the entire week.... All around you can see a haze let out by the Man vilakku(mud lamps), and of course the smog let out by the Standard Fireworks :)....

The first diwali celeberated by a married couple, in Tamilnadu, is called "
Talai Deepavali". It is one of the most special occasions in the entire year. And it was the most special in our lives also... We landed at Chennai the day before Diwali, after having soaked ourselves not only in religious piligrimage, but also in the sweat (due to the sweltering heat in Madurai). A few hours later my in-laws arrived from Palakkad.... There were two huge bags of crackers waiting for all of us, and of course the sweets that amma had ordered... After a nice talk for long time, sumptuous lunch, a visit to old friends - we were all ready .... Amma was beautifully dressed, so was the "other" amma(mom-in-law) ... The hero of the day wore a maroon kurta and looked dashing... I never saw my father so enthsiastic about the diwali festival ... We brought all the load into the cellar and began the show with a blast (a 100 wala...) After a while i shook my timidity and tried to light a flower pot from a distance of atleast about 4 feet, which brought everybody rolling on the floor with laughter. I was the official photographer clicking photos of flower pots and ground chakras...

Appa started releasing the special rockets that he had bought. Each one brought an "oooh!..." "aaah!" ... "Waaah" ... from everybody's mouths.. Soon all neighbours came out to watch the spectacular show.. We ourselves had never seen such things, and were really in awe at the beatuiful colors that were formed in the skies ..


Soon , we were joined my Krishnamoorthy mama and family. So, we took a short break, went upstairs and finished one round of sweets and savouries, in the pretext of offering them. The whole house sounded like a poultry farm.
After finished the second round of crackers, we came back tired and victorious at having silenced everybody in gopalan street with our dazzling show of showers...

Next day morning, Diwali, dawned pretty early at my home.We were woken up for a oil bath, new clothes were passed around. Dressed in a crisp white veshti and new pink shirt, the mapillai looked as handsome ever while bursting the last round of crackers..
With a flourish we ended the show with the 5000 wala... For about half a minute there was no other sound that entire postal colony could hear. After the last cracker had burst, it was another minute before even the birds started chirping....

Thalai diwali is one of the most special occasions. The attention, love and happiness in the occassion is to be experienced to be felt or understood ...

Friday, November 18, 2005

Weather Report

What is the recipe and place for ideal weather I can never say. While in Chennai i was always bothered to the core about the heat, profuse sweating, sultry evenings and dry, still nights....
In Bangalore, the rains had shown what it takes for nature to unleash its wrath on human beings... while the weather is pleasant, there are other things like traffic which spoil your mood...
And come Winter, bangalore has become something like I have never seen before. Right from 6 in the morning, the sun is its full glory, burning on your skin - but the moment you cross a patch of shade you are shivering and wishing you were under the cosy comforts of a jacket ...
Strange is the maya of nature... Far away on the other end of the world I hear that it is already snowing :) ...

The best splendour of nature that I have seen was while travelling to Coutrallam (the only and infamous waterfalls in TamilNadu). We were driving through warm , breezy sunny climate when suddenly from nowhere there was a downpour ... and just as instantly as it started raining it stopped. When i looked back, i could still see that patch that we had passed was still getting wet with the blessings of Uncle cloud..... Strange! ...

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Ragging Ke Darmiyan ...

Yaaawn! ... Reading documents is the most boring job in life. Even after having spent close to half a decade in an industry that requires me to interact with the comp once every half a second ; i have not got used to reading documents on the scren. I woudl rather have a print out , sit inches away from the Mon(i)stor and read it in peace...
Again after a long break, I am blogging. Not that the thought of spilling some ink(well i cannot say that exactly), on my monlogue did not cross my mind, but either i was too busy or tooooooo lazy to do so.
Mornings begin as usual with Radio city listening in the bus. Today for the first time on radio, i heard the song ... "Bahon ke darmiyaan...." , and my thoughts drifted to an incident nearly a decade ago ... Me standing with my head hung down (can't say in shame, for till date i don't realize what shameful act had i done) and tears almost forming in my eyes, while mentally i was hitting the taskmaster standing in front of me....
I always prided myself in the fact that i could sing decently well. So, when in the first class of ED(engineering drawing), the lecturer asked us to perform any one act on stage, I chose my favourite singing , and this being my current favourite - i did not think twice before vocalizing it in front of the 60 old students comprising of both girls and boys. Not for a teeny weeny microsecond, did i dwell to think of the picturization of the song, or the meaning of the words. A song was a song for me, musical to ears and soothing to the heart.
But how was i to know the terrible mistake I had done!!! ... By the time i reached hostel in the evening, the summons had arrived... Lady hidimba was waiting for me ... I could also see my ever-smirking "darling friend" classmate standing there. Even then i could not put my finger as to what crime i had been a part of ...
A Lecture ensued "What do you think of yourselves? Great models? Stars? Do you want your names to be written on all the walls of the class rooms with "I love You"'s all over .. ? Have you come here to study or make boyfriends? What were you trying to show of... "Wham! Bham!Whack! .. it went on for half an hour before slowly she asked "why did you sing those songs in the class?" My partner-in-crime had sung the most innocent of all songs "Tere mere milan ki yeh raina" ... And then there was light in the room , all the black clouds hangning over my head were instantly cleared - when I realised she was bashing us up for nothing .... But what was i to do? She was a senior .. and me a poor,wretched junior ...
Till I left college, the Bahon ke darmiyan story was never forgotten in my batch. Any moment this song played on the TV in common room , all would rush out yelling my name and asking me to come and watch my "Moment to Fame"....
So much for my love for music!