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These days listening vivid music, fusion of indian folk n rock, sufi n jazz, n more :-)

Different style of music n singing.. its like something tinkling in mind, something is missing.. someone is missing.. like dancing angels in my head . The singing or the music takes me far away from near abouts.. And I enjoy it, like the rain makes earth happy and we can experince it with the fresh smell of the mud, n fresh green color of grass..

Music makes me happy indeed :).

And actually more is the visual effect, watching them playing . It makes the impact in mind , the way artist plays how they express themselves. Enjoying self like some invisible connection of minds!! And the synchro of the whole band or all performing artists! their graceful presence in front makes me happy !! Or what makes me more happy, is seeing them enjoying the moment, enjoying they being themselves, i guess :).

Thanks to youTube :).

Sunday $ Sand-day

It was sunny afternoon with cool breeze.And the coconut trees, I could see from my window, were dancing on the tunes of wind. after a heavy lunch the sunday afternoon, it was more pleasant.

Just like that i went near the shelf and i saw a small plasic bag lying in corner. It seemed unnoticed for many days. I picked up and opened, It was sand from kanyakumari beach. This sand is different from arebic sea sand, that sand is golden white .. The long golden beaches of alibaag, goa, mangalore framed in front of my eyes suddenly. And then the colorful kanyakumari beach.. with 3 different shades. Three types of sands, each with different seive and color. Red, black and golden!

I opened the bag and put some granules on a white sheet. It was looking beautiful, different colorful crystals.. Suddenly i thought to take a closer look with magnifying lens! and it looks beautiful ! Adjusting the light on the granules and trying out diferrent patterns.. the colorful shadows of crystals.. simply amazing ! Sands are indeed one of the most fascinating things to see under the lens :).

"Tingya"

Last weekend I saw a Marathi movie .. 'Tingya'.

I could relate it to somewhat forgotten memories, of the calf, with which I, as a kid, used to love to play... All emotions just strike to the mind, acting and the dialogues are simply great!

'Tingya' literally means, "small guy" , but to understand the feeling in the word, tingya, u should hear it aloud... umm if I try to pronounce it like dictionary style it would be "tin'gyaao" !!

Small kids playing around a bull are happy to see the tractor coming towards their farm and start jumping with joy that their bull will not have to work. But after a while the tractor turns away, making Tingya and Rashida sad... And here starts the story of love for Chitangya his favorite pet animal, the bull, who is almost of same age as Tingya and has served the family till recent time...

Tingya is from farmer family, with only bull and a cow, Chitagya, who is unable to work in farm now. And the family has no money to buy new one or to rent tractor. If they will not plough the farm, the potato crop will go waste and there will be no means to earn till next year... so his dad, head of the family is in trouble, decides to sell the old bull and buy one. Now this bull is of no use for farming so he would have to sell it to butcher only... Tingya of course opposes the idea, by all means shows his refusal, and to see all his cute ways to show his refusal, you should watch the movie only :-).

And during that time, Rashida's granny falls sick, and a doctor comes to examine her... this gives Tingya an idea to call doctor for his pet! And get his Chitangya cured. So this small 8 year old kid walks to the miles away town, in search of doctor he saw in morning... and finally he finds him, but doctor says he needs to find Vet, doctors for animals... and then he finds that doctor and gets him to his dwelling, with full enthusiasm and happiness. His father, who is already frustrated with all worries, screams at Tingya and the doctor, as he cannot afford doctor's fees... From his heart he wants his pet to be cured, and well but the situation is such that he is just helpless... And then the doctor says, the bull is seriously unwell and cannot work in farm again... Disappointed both, father and child cry in agony...

Finally they decide to sell off Chitagya...

With his walk all the way to the town, Tingya falls sick, and Rashida is worried, she sees her grandpa taking a medicine drink from bottle for his cough, and she offers that to Tingya... he is absolutely reluctant to swallow that bitter drink but she makes him drink... And after having finished the bottle, he gets an idea!! His father would sell the bull in bazaar tomorrow, but if the granny dies, bazaar will cancel, and Chitagya will get life! And knowing his Bhari idea this small little girl, just cry and cry and cry... puzzled with, why does her best buddy has to say anything like this?? After telling this story to her granny and grandpa, we know the culprit, the liquid in bottle, alcohol!!

Next day, Tingya still awaits, visits the granny, she is extremely unwell but alive, disappointing him... and his presence disappointing more for the little girl, Rashida... she asks him to go away...

His mother performs rituals with great gratitude for the pet, before father takes Chitangya to the bazaar, and Tingya still confused and angry, refuses to perform the rituals... and then they, his father 7 brother, take Chitangya toward bazaar... tingya follows them disappointed kid, but helpless.. None of his tantrums are helping in this situation... the bull is sick, and walk after very much force... tingya is supposed to push him with stick, but instead he hits the stick on his own leg to make the sound .. But to keep the bull safe... his leg is soaked in blood till now... (One may feel its exaggerated or something... but people really do love their pets so much...) since morning Tingya is just silent...like lost somewhere...

In bazaar no one is ready to pay the amount Tingya's dad is asking for... its almost end of the day...but till now no customer for his bull... and disappointed father says we are taking Chitangya back home.. Hearing this Tingya lights up with joy! And turns the bull towards home, with his brother... planning how to cure him, how to decorate him after he is all well... And here in bazaar, the butcher comes back to tingya's father and asks almost near amount, and deal is done! Chitangya sold off... they trace the little one and Chitangya, and take him forcefully from Tingya...

They return back home disappointed... Tingya is wearing the Ghungaru of Chitangya... which make weary sound in complete silence of the way.. And till they reach near house, the granny is passed away... more silence in the frame... and running Tingya with Ghungaru around his neck...

...after few days, their cow gives birth to a calf, he is a bull.. And Tingya names him immediately, "Chitangya" !! The movie ends with Tingya and Rashida dancing around in joy for new birth of ‘Chitangya’!

And back ground music of soft song.. Meaning literally, 'have my skies for you.. And keep yours for you.. ' Great line indeed, it means a lot! You can listen to he song here.

Nice movie.. Just small small things and emotions, very well captured in frame and in the acting. The countryside beauty captured in camera, and the small small incidents written and played extremely well.. Best part is music! Only one song, but enough :).

Indeed must watch movie !

Unknowingly..

In Morning..at bus stop.. "Didi this bus will go to Ulsoor?" a tiny fragile voice asked me. She was about 5 yrs old kid, with shiney black dress with Chamaki, And big red bag. As I could see, the bag was soo big, she herself could fit inside it !

hmm.. So she asked me a question, while bus was going ahead.. I said "Yes.." and she smiled looking at the bus going ahead.

I asked,"Going at school?". again the fragile voice replied, yes.. You are going alone ? .. yes.. (with happy smile.. like achievemnt) :-).

Hey where is your scool uniform? and she replied "birthday!" I wished her with a chocolate, and she said in same fragile voice thank you.

Now she was my friend! May just for next half hour but she was :).

We traveled together, till Ulsoor, she talked about school and all And suddenly asked , Whats the time?? I told and she said nervously, "only 5 minutes to start the school.." I said, "ohhh... dear dont get afraid Today is your day , birthday girl ! No one will say anything to you.", and i smiled. She looked at me with confusion, i nodded that its true. And she believed ! And was very happy .. Till then we reached till her bus stop , she got up from het place , went till door and looking back towards me..as if I was someone differnt. she got down , dint forget to waved to me !

As I waved back, I saw some Chamaki on my hand, from her dress..

Now when I am writing its still shining on on my hand..

People leave things behind… Unknowingly....

Balloons

Incidents:

1:

Sunday eve, whole day at alone home did all pending work of week and finally came out, but as no surprise, all men at road, not a single lady, off course except me, outside, at 7 pm!! Hmmm happens.

And I saw her, first thing I noticed, her confident walk, believe me she was not less confident than any Super model on ramp! Her wide clear eyes had pride look. She was wearing a long Ghagra, with lots of plates, carrying a Balloon stand. A long vertical stick and 3-4 horizontal, with big balloons, small balloons... blue green, yellow, pink, orange, red, white, all colors!! And unknowingly I asked her for big yellow balloon, may be I was highly impressed by her being there (1 more lady, then me, outside) or I was just happy seeing all those colors. She kept the stand on ground, and turned towards the balloons, I noticed her shiny nose ring and silver bangles on arm. She gave me a big pink balloon. I wanted yellow, but didn’t accept the pink one. Before I could say anything thing, she pointed towards my kurta, pink, and smiled :-).

I took it happily and all day’s tiredness just became as light as air in balloon :-).

2:

Morning 10 o'clock, I am tired of walking the long road; though weather is pleasant after last night rain and morning soft drizzle. I saw few small children walking on opposite side foot path, with dirty shabby clothes, and dust in hair with careless expression on face. Their parents must be working at nearby construction site.

A lady was walking towards them, with tricolor balloons, Independence Day special. As she slowly walk passed the children, a small kid in arms of a little old girl, looked at her and clapped happily. The lady noticed this, and and she waited there for a moment and walked back to the children with smile, and offered them a balloon each!!

All of them were so glad :-). They exchanged the smile of gratitude and the joy on their faces gave me the feel of independence, freedom!!

3:

Janmashtami, birthday of lord Krishna, celebrated with Dahihandi in Maharashtra. Here in Bangalore dahihandi part is missing but festival is celebrated widely. I somehow landed in a Krishna temple with a friend. All floral decoration from main gate welcomed us. And main temple was just amazing ! Nice fresh flowers everywhere, smell of incense sticks and burning Ghee lamps made it just different. It was quite late (late in Bangalore out timings ;) ) so very few people were there. As I reached near the God statue, to my surprise there are balloons!!! A bright red heart shaped balloon is smiling at us ! and accompanied with other yellow and orange fellows!! So even people try to make God happy with balloons!!

Hmmmm (long pause!) Simple things make us happy no matter why but they do! :-). Stay happy always :-).

Too often.. Too True..

Too often we don't realize

what we have until it is gone

Too often we wait too late to say,

"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones

we hold dearest to our hearts

And we allow foolish things

to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let

unimportant things into our minds

And then it's usually too late

to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know

how much they mean to you

Take that time to say the words

before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate

everything you've got

And be thankful for the little things

in Life that mean a lot.

Growing old surrounded by those we love

is a privilege denied to many

Never leave behind regrets.

~Author unknown

Wonderful spring !!

The winds are moving pleasant.. the trees blooming pleasant.. The tree was mere a sparse bunch of sticks is now filling up with lavish green color.. Sun shining on them to give them golden shine..Yellow lavender blossoms are heads up to add new fresh look to the scene.. And spotless blue skies above that, make the scene Picture perfect !!
The scene is Reflected on the glass building and the glass in turn reflecting it down on the Earth.. To walk through the scene (metaphorically).. I walk on that lonely road and feet just drag me slower.. Feeling the warmth of nature..on the way to office.. and and enter office in fresh mood :)
Also with nature I am enjoying spring , a new beginning after some cold time.. I am ready to enjoy the crispy weather.
Oh lord nature, grant me energy to enjoy this! And let my life be like spring forever !!