Friday, 19 August 2011

Ever Wondered...

I suppose signboards reflect the changing times. But, I can't help wondering how a single apartment block becomes an international school.
Earlier, every English medium school HAD to be a convent school, even if it was in outskirts, in some non-descript village and even if it didn't have the jesuits/nuns/fathers teaching or running the school.
Now, every school HAS to be an international school. Even if the word International comes after the noun Saylee or Ryan or Vimal.
Likewise, when you have a tooth ache, you don't go to a dentist or a dentist's clinic. You go to a dental studio! A rootcanal procedure in these studios must be called as "shining touch to the molars and pre-molars."
Who said only photos are clicked at a studio? You can fix your teeth, hair, smile and even nails at the various studios scattered around your neighbourhood.
Thank God...the kiranamalache dukan is still the same...until it goes international and calls itself "Kiran's grocery studio".

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Remembering PC and Ackamma

I was lucky enough to meet PC Alexander and his wife, Ackamma, at Raj Bhavan. I was an intern then and the then Governor and his wife were to meet kids who were suffering from Cancer. I think it was on the occasion of Children's Day.
I remember running from the gate number 1 of Raj Bhavan right down to the State Hall, not even pausing to look at the helicopter whose blades were still whirring. Someone had just landed or someone just took off. I didn't care. I was getting late for the event.
When I reached the hall, all the kids and members of Cancer Patients Aids Association were waiting in hushed silence. The Ex-Governor's press secretary and his aides were also there.
And, then entered Alexander and his wife.
While the gentleman quietly fussed over the children, the lady was effusive with her affection. She went hugging and kissing the kids gathered there. The kids looked a little dazed.
On my way back, I paused a bit to look around the Raj Bhavan estate. I wasn't sure when I would get the chance to visit it again. I haven't as yet.
Ironically, Alexander passed away three days ago because of cancer. RIP

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Love you Bagwati

"Love you Bagwati"
"Dilon me tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum..."
My google status mssg is alternating between these two lines since I watched Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. 
I was in a wretched, wound-up kind of state before I saw the movie. And, after watching it...I am smiling all the time and you know about my status mssgs!
Watching the movie is like meditation (Sorry Laila for borrowing your expression). I mean, aren't we all tired of rushing around, crackling with energy and being constantly on the move? That's why just being along to glide along with the movie is such a blessing. I could actually feel all my knotted organs unwinding themselves. Uggh...the metaphor isn't very appropriate. But that's what I felt.
I laughed, giggled and grinned at the "inane" jokes. I soaked myself in Imran's sheer magical imagery of words. And, of course the beauty of Spain mesmerised me. I wish I had the money and friends, who could drop what they are doing at the moment, to hop into the car and glide along.
I remembered Asawari, a friend from college, while watching Zindagi..
She has that "gliding along" effect on me. I often meet her when I am tired and angry with the world, unsure of myself and abilities; and just being in her presence helps me relax and laugh and smile with my eyes. She has that soothing and calming effect on me. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

My version of Proust questionnaire

a) What is your idea of happiness?

Sleeping; Lying on the bed and reading a book with a plate of munchies by the bedside. Summer mornings and evenings, winter mornings too. Flowers in full blooms. Giggling and talking with friends. Writing letters or long mails. Digging into SBDP and ice cream. Watching movies. Looking at old photo albums. Rereading old letters or notes.

b) What is your greatest fear?
Losing my Dad. Becoming financially dependent on hubby or parents.

c) Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Ahilya Devi Holkar, who gave the Peshwas a good fight.

d) Which living person do you most admire?
Aamir Khan, Rajanikant and Sonia Gandhi. Aamir for his astute business sense and “selling” himself so well. Rajanikant for being comfortable in his own skin away from the arc lights. He looks the man he is – in 60s minus his wig. (I don't know his age. I am just guessing). Sonia Gandhi, well, she had everything against her starting from her foreign origins. But, she is firmly ensconced in her position.

e) What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Losing my cool very quickly
f) What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Self-obsessed and full of themselves. Those who yap Duracell batteries.

g) What is your greatest extravagance?
Books. Photography.

h) What is your favourite journey?
Getting into someone else's shoes – Main wahana hoti to kya karti!
I like travelling by trains a lot. And, I simply swear by the Lal Dabba (ST) buses. They haven't ever let me down when I travel in them from Point A to Point B.

i) What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Honesty. No one is ever completely honest or true to oneself.

j) What do you dislike most about your appearance?
I have made peace with the fact that Fat is a shape – round one!

k) Which living persons do you most despise?
Those who spread terror in the name of religion.

l) Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Chayla! Chyamari! What the hell? Just go away.

m) What is your greatest regret?
That I have two left feet. I wish I could dance.

n) What or who is the greatest love of your life?
My family home and the flowers/trees in my mother's garden – mogra, jaswandi and ananta.

o) When and where were you happiest?
In my family home and in my mother's garden.

p) What is your present state of mind?
Impatient and sulking.

q) How would you like to die?
Maybe in my sleep. Haven't really thought. But, somewhere where there are flowers.

r) What is your favourite motto?
Give it some time.