Monday, October 25, 2010

Death are......

There isn’t a hiss,
When you come by
No Foot prints, no trail
But there is only cry.
Picking the best of the mangoes
And leaving the rest
With a laugh on your face
Holding lives at your behest
So brutal you are, and have no care
Oh! Death you are, and no one can dare

Death spares no one......
He keeps ticking and picking... we just watch each mango being picked up everytime... and remain so helpless.
Today , we have lost one of our respectable colleagues... and my condolences to his family in this great hour of grief...

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Kole Basava, ( the tamed bull)

Have you ever heard that name before….. well if you have grown up in karnaaka or a kannadiga then it is a well known name but lost out somewhere , deep in our memory… .I had kind of forgotten this ages ago…. ,
Today I happened to go thru the interiors of bangalore for some carving work to be done…and I was standing in this shop facing the shop keeper and talking something very serious… and suddenly behind me I hear a bell….. Just turned around and Lo ….. it was “Kole basava” standing with his master.
Kole Basava means tamed bull….
He was really well decorated with a lot of ornaments, a nice silkish cloth over his whole body and a solid macho looking head gear… looks it was made of bronze….
There were quite a few of us in a around that place and the master decided to show us some tricks… instead of just asking us for money….
He would ask questions to the kole basava and it would nod its head… all it could do is nod…
Few hilarious questions and the nod would go on…. Few of us gave him some money and he left…
It has approximately been around 15 years since I saw this Kole basava….
It was such a common sight to see before in every festival, early in the morning he would be our first visitor… none of us could say no, some rice to him and some paise’s to his master would definitely go…
And with this super duper speed of urbanization we are in… He will soon be extinct.
I am glad atleast in some places he is still visiting and this folklore is still alive
Infact “kole basava” name is also given as a synonym for a person who nods his head for everything in acceptance  (with or without brains !!!!)

Saturday, October 16, 2010


I just wanted to share some drawings of Maansi...

Pls see the images in the bottom up, right to left approach :-) . After I uploaded I saw the problem and I am too lazy to change all over again... so please help. :-)

1. Cindrella, getting into the pumpkin carriage before the clock strikes 12
2.Classroom with that huge Red bell, to ring before time and finish classes soon :-)
3.Commonwealth Closing ceremony
4.Scenic drawing
5.copy from the deccan herald , open Sesame
6.She and her friends sailing in the Sea with Sindbad the Sailor

I just think all these kids of these days are just amazing... they beat the wits out of me..

Time to Dance

I really have this craze for dancing, that kind of runs in my blood, but past few years with the way i have put on weight, i try hard to refrain as i feel i kind of look funny. Every year ,navratri Durga pooja happens on all the 9 days in a very traditional and ethnic way in my apartment. This was the first time i was attending it....I just went to see the goddess for the pooja and then all the ladies just bang pulled me to dance with them.... for sometime felt a little odd... but then some of them were much better than me ( in weight) :-) felt like i had a lot of company of the same type.. and then there was no stop. and playing with those dandiya sticks... it was such a long time...
It makes you feel so happy, de stressed.... and so much fun

so many people came forward for this pooja...truly such festivals give a lot of opportunity to know people around you.

I just plugged some snaps, not sure if it is clear.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Games Begin ... and what Grandeur

There have been so many wrong things happening with the CWG for the last so many months. Each one using the opportunity to make their fortunes or the others using it as the best time for mud slinging at each other or even the roof top collapsing. Each time I read the paper I would wonder ... " will the CWG ever happen".
I waited for Sunday to see the inaugaration and ..... what was it I saw......

I just remain " AAh Struck" . The way it was done .... amazing.... for a moment the whole past was buried in my mind. Watched every bit of the program. The exhibition of our art, culture and the whole concept... simply great.
Infact I think it was much much better than many of the international events i have seen. They may be technically classy... but the stuff.... is what we have....

Mera Bharat Mahaan.