Archive for June, 2007

Colourful textiles

June 30, 2007

I do love the bright colours that  we always prefer, in our clothing and textiles. Textile and saree shops are always so colourful; and here’s a little pushcart I found a few days ago, selling what I would like to call “rainbow towels”

I somehow think there is a connection between the warmth of the climate and the colourfulness of clothes…the brightest hues are to be found in Rajasthan…

An Absolute Gem from

June 28, 2007

Remember, laughter is the best medicine! And you can send me the money…

At a Tambram wedding…

June 28, 2007

In the middle of taking the required “people” pics, I thought of focusing on the foot of the bride.

IMG_0635 9 yards and Metti

She is wearing a beautiful “mayil kazhutthu” (neck-of-the-peacock)Kanchipuram silk 9-yards saree, that is traditonally worn for the actual wedding ceremony; her foot is decorated with intricate maruthANi (mehendi) patterns; she wears a silver anklet, and just a few minutes ago, the “metti” (toe-ring) was put on her second toe, a mark of her being married.

The pAy (rush mat) on which she is standing is one that will be gifted to the newlweds, it usually bears, woven in, the name of the couple and the wedding date (you can see part of the “2007”)…the flowers scattered around her feet were showered upon the couple in benison.

Note to Myself

June 28, 2007

Before committing my time to someone for some activity, I must have a very clear idea of when that activity will happen, how long I might have to wait for it, what else I might have to miss on that account, and how much of time I might spend, or waste…

Learnt this today. No one can be held responsible, sometimes; these things happen; it is I who must be more careful.

It’s a note to myself, but I think it is universally leaving it as a public post!

What is next…that made me think

June 27, 2007

What a thought-provoking message, in a most unexpected place!

Liked this one…

June 26, 2007

Before marriage:

read from top to bottom.

He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
She: Do you want me to leave?
He: NO! Don’t even think about it.
She: Do you love me?
He: Of course!
She: Have you ever cheated on me?
He: NO! Why are you even asking?
She: Will you kiss me?
He: Yes!
She: Will you hit me?
He: No way! I’m not that kind of person!
She: Can I trust you?

After marriage:

read from bottom to top !

Nandi Hills as a getaway spot…

June 26, 2007

Here’s my Metroblogs post about it, at

(A few nice pics, even though I do say so myself!)

Nandi Hills…a fantastic day…

June 26, 2007

When anushsh, sainath, his friend Manu and I set off to Nandi Hills, we also got the welcome news that Adarsh and Nisarg would be joining us. But as we approached Nandi Hills, Adarsh and Nisarg (on a bike, we were in Sainath’s car) told us that it was raining heavily. However, we decided to press on, a decision which was quite correct, as the rain then held off almost all the time, and we had an amazing time. A usual, I found a huge variety of interesting things, not just birds….Let me start with some flowers, whose name I don’t know, that we saw…

un id flower Nandi Hllls

lots of here

Lyrics of Love…

June 24, 2007

Today was a day filled with music..a superb performance of north Indian classical music by Arti Anklekar in the morning, and old Hindi film hits in the evening…and it made me muse on love in lyrics.

themadman drew my attention to skthewimp‘s post about the lyrics of Carnatic music being generally always a description of the attributes of gods and goddesses, and I do agree that sometimes I can’t relate to the fulsome flattery of the gods! Why must Carnatic music lyrics ALWAYS be spiritual…why can we not sing of the celebration of love in its many forms, in human terms, not divine?

Some of the poetry of the lyrics sung both in the morning and the evening were so very beautiful, haunting, amusing or whimsical…Arti sang one “bandish” which went, He told me he would come, but he hasn’t; the clouds have formed, the air is cool, and my heart beats…here I am, all dressed up and waiting…simple words that rhymed and resonated…and of course, in the evening, the songs were all of the love between man and woman, teasing, sad, tentative or sweet…

Poetry is a collection of words which touches the heart as well as the brain; and when it is allied to great music, it has the power to move to great happiness, or tears sometimes.

Before falling in love, a young man sings:

“lAkhOn hai nigAh mein
zindagi ki rAh mein
sanam haseen jawAn..
AnkhOn mein sharAb hai!
hOtOn mein gulAb hai!
–lEkin vOh bAth kahAn?”

(There are lakhs (of girls) I see
on the path of life
Lovely, laughing and young;
Their eyes are intoxicating,
Their lips are rosy..
But–where’s that special ‘something’?)

And a sad lover whose inamorata sits before him with another man that she must marry, sings:

dil kE jharOkEy mein tujhkO bitthAkar
yAdOn kO tEri main dulhan banAkar
rakhoongA main dil kE pAs..
muth hO mEri jAn udAs..

(I will seat you in the window of my heart
Make the memories of you my bride,
And keep you near me…
Dont feel sad,Oh my life.)

and here are a couple of teasing songs:

kOi bathA thEy dil hai jahAn
kyun hOthA hai dard vahAn?

theer chalAkey yeh thO na poochO
dil hai kahAn, aur dard kahAn!

The woman sings,

Will someone tell me, why does it ache where my heart is?

And the man replies,

Don’t first pierce (me) with the arrow, and then ask where the heart is and where the ache is!

And a man teases his beloved:

Ap yoon hee agar hamsE milthEy rahEy
dEkhiyEy Ek din pyAr hO jAyega!

(If you keep meeting (me) like this,
One day you will fall in love!)

And I love this description:

“khuli latOn ki chAon mein
khilA khilA sA roop hai
ghatA sEy jaisi cchan rahee
subah subah ki dhoop hai”

(in the midst of the shadow of your tresses let loose
your face is flowering
like the early morning sun
filtering through the clouds)

Oh the delight of lyrics of love…whatever mood they depict!

Ah, can’t wind up without a few photographs…

Here’s some unknown flower ( I refuse to get into too many flower and butterfly id’s; id’ing birds is bad enough!) drenched in the rain at Nandi Hills…

un id flower in the rain

And you want to see someone on the ladder to success? Here he is, a tailor bird (this was the iron ladder on a water tank):

Tailor bird on ladder

And here’s the closeup of the little fellow giving his typical single-note cheeping/whistling call…

Tailor bird on ladder

Off I go to look at my friends’ list now..

Sainath,Nandi Hills and the monsoon

June 23, 2007

I know I should write about the superb day we had at Nandi Hills; but a Saturday evening lassitude sits heavy upon me…we had a great morning today, too, as sainath came over at 7.30 in the morning..he was supposed to spend half an hour showing KM his snaps, and then go for b’fast with his friends…we finally went with him at 9.30 for b’fast, and then came back and he finally left at about 11.30 after his worried parents reminded him that he had a flight to catch to Delhi! It was such fun to see KM and him talking Camerese (and I have actually started understanding some of the polysyllabic words)…KM is now a staunch Sainath fan, too!

Well…here’s the monsoon breaking over Bangalore, as we saw it from Nandi Hills….it’s truly a sight for sore eyes, parched by the summer…

View of monsoon showers from Nandi Hills

Look at the colour of those clouds..that’s the colour, of fertility and freshness, that Vishnu is supposed to be! When the grey of the clouds is almost bluish, it’s called Neelamegha…