Thursday, March 30, 2006

Gudi padawa

Today is Gudi padawa here - the Marathi new year. Just went out to Karve road. The traffic was jammed because of this procession with camels and horses, with little boys dressed up as Chatrapati Shivaji, Sambaji and little girls as Jijabai etc.
This place is very different from where I hail. They still remember their emperors and some are even passionate about them. Ofcourse this passion gets a bit aggressive and bad at times, but at moderation, this was a feeling so nice. Felt happy.

I cant but help wondering rather disturbed, TamilNadu too had great rulers. Three renowned dynasties that spread across the entire state- Chera, Chola and Pandias. I remember the buses plying in the respective regions used to bear those names. That way, Coimbatore had its city transport named Cheran transport Corporation with its symbol being the bow and the arrow - the ones of the dynasty. That was when I was a kid. Then the TN Gvt, specifically JJ as usual thinking herself to be a stud, changed the names to TNSRTC. Why the heck? I always thought it was a nice way of honoring the ancient rulers.

We could only watch helplessly and TN maybe kissed her stars that it didnt become JJSRTC!!

Monday, March 27, 2006


Summers are bliss... May be they hold stong memories of faithfully recurring vacations.... maybe my mind has it re-inforced year by year... Whats more than roaming in your housecoat all day long, lazing by the backyard door basked in the morning sun, with a book in hand, and chai in another....
Our kitchen opened into the backyard, and I felt that was the romantic place ever..
the sound of the mixer preparing coconut chutney, the cooker whistling its way with bubbling sambar inside, my granma's grumbling at the maid... interspersed with the birds chirping and the eucalyptus tree's leaves rustling... and me imbibing all this along with Nancy Drew... :-)

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

Guess the power of repetition is but undebatable.. Why else would my heart still sing in summers as I make my way to work along the polluted Pune roads knowing fully well that the day holds nothing more than the mundane document reviews and the ususal whatevers. Why does my heart still skip a beat when I step out of the monotonously sophisticated office in the evening to feel the soothing cool summer breeze caress my very being. Feels like a kid running into her sweet mother's open arms, after a psychological assault - no exaggerations!!