Its u...the much awaited monsoon.
Fooling day in day out with black fleece in the sky but not once yeilding.
The earth gaping wide wouthed at the sky...wondering when tiny blobs quench the thirst.
Then one fine day...you came for the first time.
In a hurry...as if you are late to go somewhere.
Your visit was harried and hurried yet you came.
The earth relaxed with the clumps of droplets,your scent a tella tale sign that you were there
The flowers gurgling in laughter with the sudden treat.
The grass lush green and fresh
The feeling was good...the first rains in season ...here you come
Saturday, June 11, 2011
On first rains of the season
Dhila character haha
Loved you. That’s all I can tell about this song. Sidey songs I love you. The song begins with a shehnai? Neeraj sreedhar starts with the preppy tune…”main karu to saala character dheela hai..” now “ishak ke naam se” had me wondering what the hec is the word…the mouth formed an oh “accha …ishq”…the song is good…foot tapping kind. The same way as was “I hate love stories” title song..The lyrics are good and especially a funny note to something deeper…what actually love boils down to JJ
Not much to say about the music of the song. The song has no bends, nothing special per se in music except the omnipresent shehnai in the background. Peppy definitely, long remembered…definitely notJ another “shilla” and “munni”
Unfortunately I didn’t manage to see the song on screen. But heard there is the “pyar hua ikraar hua” scene from shree 420, and a mogul-e-azam scene with anarkali and salim…now that seems to be a lovely visual parody…
Definitely after the song ends for a long time my mouth hummed “main karu to saala character dheela hai”
Not much to say about the music of the song. The song has no bends, nothing special per se in music except the omnipresent shehnai in the background. Peppy definitely, long remembered…definitely notJ another “shilla” and “munni”
Unfortunately I didn’t manage to see the song on screen. But heard there is the “pyar hua ikraar hua” scene from shree 420, and a mogul-e-azam scene with anarkali and salim…now that seems to be a lovely visual parody…
Definitely after the song ends for a long time my mouth hummed “main karu to saala character dheela hai”
Long time and absolutely no blogging
Long time and absolutely no blogging. Life without oxygen. But nothing good came out of my not that good head. But yes I do have some things to think about.
I was wondering about children and habits and how molding really makes them or breaks them. If the molding is right and proper, not too constricting but at the same time not a free style.
The topic came to my mind because of some disturbing factors. I won’t go into the nitty- gritties of them. But yes I can definitely quote some incidents as and when they come.
I always like polite people not servile(=willingness to please others, http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/servile ) definitely. And that applies to children too. I am amazed when I hear a 1.5 year old girl blabbering “thanku” each time a potato chip is offered to her and best, gives the current chip when she is offered a new one. Amazing isn’t it? I am amazed at how children at that small age learn to say a sorry or a thank you. But yes one of the reasons is definitely the environment in which the child has grown. If the environment is conducive and if the caregivers knowingly or unknowingly imbibe such values, then definitely such children grow up to be better individuals.
Now came the part 2 of the thoughts. An 8 year old child “for fun” knocks an elder. There is no remorse in his actions just plain pleasure. No guilt on causing pain to another, no sorry, just plain happiness. And the parent just asked what happened. And after knowledge, just feigned indifference. No guilt over the child’s actions, not explaining to the child that whatever the child has done is wrong. Now that was something.What do we exactly teach our children at such times? That hitting is OK? It is cool? That you don’t need to be sorry? That if someone is in pain be happy? What will such children be when they grow up? Thankless? Insensitive? Or a start of antisocial behavior. Is it the duty of the parent to stop such activity when it happens? Drilling some much required sense in the child or just like an ostrich refuse to hear anything negative against the child? Over nurturing the good and over nurturing the bad? What will be the future of such child? He may be successful in his/her profession, but will he/she will be a successful human being? Questions and questions. Now the quest lies in finding answers to such questions and trying to implement those answers for future.
I was wondering about children and habits and how molding really makes them or breaks them. If the molding is right and proper, not too constricting but at the same time not a free style.
The topic came to my mind because of some disturbing factors. I won’t go into the nitty- gritties of them. But yes I can definitely quote some incidents as and when they come.
I always like polite people not servile(=willingness to please others, http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/servile ) definitely. And that applies to children too. I am amazed when I hear a 1.5 year old girl blabbering “thanku” each time a potato chip is offered to her and best, gives the current chip when she is offered a new one. Amazing isn’t it? I am amazed at how children at that small age learn to say a sorry or a thank you. But yes one of the reasons is definitely the environment in which the child has grown. If the environment is conducive and if the caregivers knowingly or unknowingly imbibe such values, then definitely such children grow up to be better individuals.
Now came the part 2 of the thoughts. An 8 year old child “for fun” knocks an elder. There is no remorse in his actions just plain pleasure. No guilt on causing pain to another, no sorry, just plain happiness. And the parent just asked what happened. And after knowledge, just feigned indifference. No guilt over the child’s actions, not explaining to the child that whatever the child has done is wrong. Now that was something.What do we exactly teach our children at such times? That hitting is OK? It is cool? That you don’t need to be sorry? That if someone is in pain be happy? What will such children be when they grow up? Thankless? Insensitive? Or a start of antisocial behavior. Is it the duty of the parent to stop such activity when it happens? Drilling some much required sense in the child or just like an ostrich refuse to hear anything negative against the child? Over nurturing the good and over nurturing the bad? What will be the future of such child? He may be successful in his/her profession, but will he/she will be a successful human being? Questions and questions. Now the quest lies in finding answers to such questions and trying to implement those answers for future.
The life’s experiences.
There comes a patch in your life. It can’t be exactly called as rough but definitely eye opener. I cannot call it bad. Since there is nothing called as bad patch in our life. It can always be called as good patch when everything is smooth and then there is bad patch where we learn. Honestly do. Deceptions, lies and nonsense. If you are a hard core straightforward who doesn’t understand politics then you are all confused but if you are straightforward, it’s hard to keep the mouth shut without gagging.
I like such patches in life. I won’t say I love such patches, but I like such patches because they have never ceased to teach me something. It is through such patches that I have learnt “never say die” attitude and “try everything at least twice before quitting ” attitude.This time however I got the best lesson in life. “people who are there with you through the toughest situations are actually your friends”.I got a few jolts and my mouth dropped open at times. Friends whom I considered as “mine” actually turned out to be strangers. But yes I found a few genuine gems, and with them in my life, I think all the other “fauxes” can be tolerated. With maybe a bit misty eyes and an understanding smile on the lips. To all of you who have always been with me, I am forever indebted to you
I like such patches in life. I won’t say I love such patches, but I like such patches because they have never ceased to teach me something. It is through such patches that I have learnt “never say die” attitude and “try everything at least twice before quitting ” attitude.This time however I got the best lesson in life. “people who are there with you through the toughest situations are actually your friends”.I got a few jolts and my mouth dropped open at times. Friends whom I considered as “mine” actually turned out to be strangers. But yes I found a few genuine gems, and with them in my life, I think all the other “fauxes” can be tolerated. With maybe a bit misty eyes and an understanding smile on the lips. To all of you who have always been with me, I am forever indebted to you
The hiatus ends with my love mangoes
Hope to continue writing...Umang...pls ping once in a while to promt me to write:):)
As the summer starts, my heart waits for the first bite of luscious mango. “hapus” or “alphonso” to be precise. The perfect ripe shapely fruit, wrinkled, slightly freckled at the stem,The Silken, firm orange-yellow flesh, sweet as nectar and fragrance like ambrosia. Eating an “alphonoso” mango is experiencing heaven it self. A visual, olfactory, tactile and gustatory experience.
Mango in any form is welcome in my heart. The current next best form (the first form is bites of ripe orange fruit itself) is milkshake. As milk is currently required in my diet and milk in itself tastes pathetic…a combination of both as milkshake is a boon for me. Cold with ice water, a bit of sugar , chunks of un pureed mango, yellowed concoction surely opens the paths to paradise. The glass just gets over too soon. You close your eyes and the tongue greedily licks those last delicious dregs…
As the summer starts, my heart waits for the first bite of luscious mango. “hapus” or “alphonso” to be precise. The perfect ripe shapely fruit, wrinkled, slightly freckled at the stem,The Silken, firm orange-yellow flesh, sweet as nectar and fragrance like ambrosia. Eating an “alphonoso” mango is experiencing heaven it self. A visual, olfactory, tactile and gustatory experience.
Mango in any form is welcome in my heart. The current next best form (the first form is bites of ripe orange fruit itself) is milkshake. As milk is currently required in my diet and milk in itself tastes pathetic…a combination of both as milkshake is a boon for me. Cold with ice water, a bit of sugar , chunks of un pureed mango, yellowed concoction surely opens the paths to paradise. The glass just gets over too soon. You close your eyes and the tongue greedily licks those last delicious dregs…
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