Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
How Romantic Are You?
You are a Romantic Genius. Your romance IQ is perfection! You are dreamy and seem to be gifted with sensitivities that most do not possess. Your heart is pure and full of true love. You treat your lover like a one-of-a-kind gem and everyone else is so jealous!
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Saturday, December 06, 2008
I am mellow like a wine.
If you have an eye, I am still
beautiful, fresh and fine.
The haunt of poets and writers
is now where joggers train.
The silver jubilee clock tower,
has gone silent again.
Radio house and summer blooms
still charm at Cheluvamba Park.
Dufferin tower and market front
beneath the sky - blue and stark.
The imposing banyan tree -
a place of quiet, time to spare.
Golden canopy of my maharaja -
known as statue square.
I age with every passing day
I age with every week and year.
I want to be beautiful always, forever
Only if you protect me, my dear.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
When I was thinking the about the necessity of such media circus, the fact dawned on me. These days media is cluttered with negative news, they really need to bring home a positive and heartwarming story and also the need to publicise these most visited spots of the world. Of course seven wonders of the world are the hottest tourist destinations, this fact was driven home to me when my friend Dileep visited them within a span of half an hour.
Okay, please don't stare at the monitor in disbelief. No, I am not drunk and am not blabbering. It is true; he did visit them, at least not personally. He went to all these spots by Google Earth (do I hear 'oh...'!).
Well, the point is, people are visiting these places either personally or through post cards, or Google Earth, or by whatever means they can get. This is serving one primary thing - tourism is thriving at these places.
Suddenly, my thought switched over to my beloved city- Mysuru. It is also a tourist hot spot. It has got some beautiful and wonderful things. So, why not I list the wonders of Mysuru? Well, enough of my winding introduction to the main content of this post. Here it is, the wonders of Mysuru.
- Illumination of Amba Vilas Palace - Breathtaking
- Chamarajendra Zoological Garden
- Nandi on Chamundi Hill - Monolithic statue of bull
- St. Philomena's Church - largest in south India
- Lalitha Mahal
- Inlay craft cluster - largest in the world
- Nada Mantapa - music concerts therein
- Bidara Krishnappa's Sri Prasanna Rama Mandira
Well, mine is not the last word. You can add your list too. Leave a comment if you want to add some more.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Kim's Chicken at Rice Bowl Restaurant of PL.A. Residency, Tanjavur (Tanjore)
Paan Meetha a sweet dish from Agra Sweets Agra Mithai Ghar, Charminar, Hyderabad
Kajjaaya a traditional south Indian sweet from the famous sweet shop, G Pulla Reddy Sweets, Nampalli Road, Hyderabad
Gudbud at 'Ideals' the famous ice cream parlour at Hampanakatta of Mangaluru (Mangalore)
Pongal at any hotels in and around Tanjavur and Kumbakonam
Alu Chat and other Chat items in Varanasi(Benares or Kashi)
Masala Dosa with Red Chutney at Bhairappa's mobile hotel, Chat Street, Mysuru (evenings only)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
- 'It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Mirror of Erised. Pg 157.
- 'After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next adventure.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Man with Two Faces. Pg 215.
- 'As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Man with Two Faces. Pg 215.
- 'Always use proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Man with Two Faces. Pg 216.
- 'The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing and should therefore be treated with great caution.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Man with Two Faces. Pg 216.
- 'There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.' - Albus Dumbledore. The Man with Two Faces. Pg 221.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Last friday I attended a meeting organised by the southern centre of Indira Gandhi National Centre for Arts (IGNCA) at Bengaluru. Various scholars and researchers from across south India attended the meeting to discuss traditions that are fast disappearing. I went there with R.G. Singh who gave a presentation on the 'Traditional Board Games of India'. This meeting was an eye-opener regarding the negative aspect of the present education system as practised in India (which is an hangover from our colonial past where British wanted to create a class of white-collared indentured labourers to serve their mighty empire and rip India off its riches accumulated in the primarily agrarian society).
The tradition of chanting Jaimineeya Samaveda in a remote corner of Kerala is virtually dead with only three men, in their eighties, having the knowledge of entire text and no youngster is interested to learn. Among 70 families in a hamlet of Andhra Pradesh, only three remain who can recite 20 different variations of Telugu Mahabharata. These oral traditions involve learning thousands of verses by heart along with unique way of rendition. This means that children have to learn these daily from an early age.
Nowadays children are sent to schools to be formally educated which does not allow them time to learn their hereditary traditions like chanting, recitation etc. Once children are educated they are no longer interested in learning the traditional chantings and rather work as either an engineer or doctor and earn loads of money.
The current schooling system is single dimensional in its approach and does not make room for the multi cultural and multi traditional backgrounds from which students hail from. It is wiping clean the rich, innate, culture-scapes and tradition-scapes from each student and etching common and mundane things in the name of education.
Thousands of years of ancient knowledge systems are being wiped off with a stroke of common education system. Unless checked in time, this will render our society shallow and heartless.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Masala Dosa with Benne and Saagu at Mylari Hotel, Nazarbad, Mysuru
Idli Chutney and Masala Dosa at Gayatri Tiffin Room (GTR), Chamundipuram, Mysuru
Idli Chutney at Hotel Harihara, Agrahara Circle, Mysuru
Prawn Soup at Hotel Regaalis, Mysuru (Mysore)
Pineapple Pastries at Hotel Regaalis, Mysuru
Mutton Biriyani at Sri Kanteerava Narasimharaja Sports Club, Mysuru
Upma or Uppittu or Kharabhath at Vasudeva Adiga's, KG Road, Bengaluru
Button Idli in a bowl of Sambar at Hotel Saravana Bhavan, Chennai
Khichdi at Surti, Kalbadevi, Mumbai
Pomegranate juice at a shop in Chandni Chowk, Delhi
Bhindi Fry at Quality Inn Hotel, Nampalli, Hyderabad
Pongal at Sri Ranganatha Swamy temple, Srirangapatna (prasada given during festivals)
Curd Rice at Hotel Saiba, off Station Road, Kolhapur
Cheese Chutney at Julie and Vivek Cariappa's farm house, near Sargur
Bitter Lime Pickle at Surya Condiments, Chamundipuram circle, Mysuru
Strong Kaapi (Coffee) at Hotel Mysore Refreshments, Near Zoo, Mysuru
Kundapura Masala Fish, a restaurant by the highway, Kundapura
Hyderabadi Biriyani, at Hotel International, near GPO, Hyderabad
Vegetarian Meals (Maharashtrian Thali) at Durvankur, Tilak Road, Pune
The word Yugadi is made of two Sanskrit words 'Yuga' meaning year and 'Adi' meaning beginning (yugasya adi = yugadi, beginning of the year). In Roman script the former word is always written as 'Yuga' not 'Uga'. If it is so then why would one write the word in question as Ugadi when it is an extension of Yuga?
If one still insists on sticking with 'Ugadi' then 'Yoga' will be 'Oga', or 'Yahoo' should be 'Ahoo' or better still 'You' should be 'Ou'.
In a similar situation about a name being written wrongly in Kannada, I told a former editor of a widely read Kannada newspaper about it. A few days later, after consulting a couple of linguists, he told that the popular usage is alright even if it is lexicologically wrong. I was flummoxed. It is the case of a lie turning into truth when told over and over again.
Now, do 'ou' want to correct the mistake or commit it time and again until it becomes the norm? As the Kannada saying goes, raayara kudure katte aagutta? Will the king's horse turn into a donkey? 'Ou' decide.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Koin... (n is nasal)
I heard this jingle today after a long, long time since my childhood. Whenever someone farted, we kids used to sing this to embarrass them. We used to pinch close our nose and I think we were also dancing in a particular way while singing so that it sounded and looked awkward.
The jingle does not mean anything because except two nouns (Avalaki and Kaanchana) all other words are gibberish. This jingle brought a flood of memories of those years.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
T.S. Satyan is a celebrated photojournalist of India; he was born in 1926 in Mysuru and after a highly successful career in photography he returned to his beloved city for good.
As an amateur photographer, I always harboured a desire to see this living legend at work. He had seemed elusive and unresponsive during all my previous encounters with him, though I never vocalised my desire which laid buried deep down inside. When Gyani told me about the trip on Tuesday evening I was like 'hey some one pinch me...'
At Hemmaragaala Satyan was in his elements. The pristine and quaint charm of the hamlet impressed the photographer and he started shooting immediately. He saw me carrying a digital camera and without me asking started telling how to compose a photograph, which angle looks good, what kind of light is better, etc. Only then I could muster myself and asked him, why does he prefer black-and-white photographs over coloured ones. Well he seemed disappointed with my question, of course it was stupid, but nonetheless explained why.
Satyan showed me the scene he had just shot and told that the if the photo were to be in colour it would be dull but when it is in black and white, we can click it in a higher contrast and the texture of the scenery is highlighted which would otherwise get distracted by the colour. It was a revelation for me.
During our drive back home we crossed another hamlet of Badanavaalu. Satyan became nostalgic and said that he had taught in that village. This came as a surprise since we didn't know he had worked as a teacher. When Gyani told him that, his reply was amazing.
In pre-independence India Mysuru was being ruled by Wodeyars and under kings like Mummadi Krishnaraja, Chamaraja, Nalwadi Krishnaraja and finally, Jayachamaraja, Mysuru progressed in all aspects, be it infrastructure, culture, irrigation, economy, literacy, etc. One among the many things that Mysuru pioneered was the adult literacy programme. For the first time in the country Mysuru initiated this concept and college students were supposed to go to rural areas and teach adult village folk. This was kind of a rural posting which they had to do for a few months in order to qualify for the graduation and Satyan was posted at Badanavaalu and surrounding villages.
Satyan revealed that along with adult literacy another movement that was initiated in Mysuru was Youth Hostel which has now grown into the gigantic Youth Hostels Association of India. He started recounting his fellow scouts and friends who went on to occupy international offices.
At this point my eyelids started growing heavy and I was lulled to sleep by the drone of the car and the breeze. Though I consciously love it, unconsciously I still seem to get bored of unknown names and dates of history. My snores betrayed my best intentions and I was later told by Gyani that they earned a look of disapproval by Satyan. Well, that's my encounter with T.S. Satyan as close as I have ever got.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Your smile has faded for me, I miss you...
My arms've forgotten your hug, I miss you...
I can't smell you anymore, I miss you...
No more of your sweet lips, I miss you...
Oh, that song again, I miss you...
You can never be mine, I miss you for good...