6 year old Himaja came home.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Kids
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Two States.
No, I am not talking about Chetan Bhagat's latest 'cool' book. The two states in question are Andhra and Telangana. I am offering a short primer before I go into the details.
The Center distributes funds to States based on a formula(Mukherjee/Gadgil/Rangarajan formula) that takes Population,Area and certain progressive data(like financial reforms) as criteria. Larger states with greater population and area get greater share by default, and in cases where a state has 42 MPs it can do wonders to draw more 'Plan assistance'.
Now these states-Cha and Jha need heavy central assistance to meet their developmental demands. On a more realistic note, with the Jharkhands developmental assistance landed right into Madhu Koda's lap. Isn't it easier for 'The Madhu Kodas' to survive in the smaller states?Winning 40 MLAs is child's play, just offer them shares in your new venture in Africa!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Autumn Autumn!
This was on Nov 7th, Mom "allu"-fied all the flowers into this beauty!Should the poem go to this sisterly bunch or the "hide-and-seek" moon?Friday, November 06, 2009
Laws of Conservation of Friends
I have been always thinking why I haven't been able to "stay in touch", as much as I would want to, well who is to blame?Me?Times?Or the new Law of Conservation of Friends?(That I will shortly put forward!)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Caw Caw..err...Bleat Bleat
Phew!
Quiet a week it was!
Bought a Kurta(u knw my taste, if u dont....it rocks!),got a gift for my sister(Thanks Gaur!), watched Love Aaj Kal, met a great fundoo for IIML for Dinner and was blown away,such a peanut-sized brain i have!!And then there were some tests in between, results and exultation and today I'm at the palace!(not place)
Yes the oil massage, cricket with Germans, the pool, the guests from the "Ministry",the German keyboard(Rückgängig and Einfügen!!!),Volkspartein and BMW,the pool, the mini Golf with dearest Rene,the postponed rakhi and my new kurta, and phone calls, MEGAphors and mandodari!
And over the last two months..
A trip to Chandigarh!!!
YAY...me,Baya Bakari(the Yemenis) and Meha went to the Noodle Bar.M got such a high!!!(and so did yemenis).In the auto,on our way back to the hotel,the yemenis sang 'Mayadaari maisammo maisammaaa','Gaajuvaaka Pilla mem gaajulollam kaada' while poor Fraud punjabi Kudi was screaming at the top of her voice that she wanted something in Hindi!
So the Yemenis sang 'Emosanal Atyachaar'(with renewed stress on 'Bol WHORE why didiyou ditch me?','Whoooore','Ho gayi dil ki par tray-gidee') and followed it up with Raina Beeti jaaye!M was laughing like crazy, she was crazzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyy....
And then M realises that its 12 in the midnight-Chandigarh is empty except for the Punjabi street dogs(their girth i mean,nasty me!) and the auto drivers(who are suspect rapists according to M). M is shit scared, she's screaming at the top of her voice that the autowallahs can overpower me and rape the lasses :))
Yemenis were scared too, M somehow steers us safely to our destination.She also saved an as$,considering that I will try to stop the rapists if they get to business .(pun regretted)
After all, not all the auto wallahs are rapists, there are good people or just that they dont 'do' retarded people.
And the next day it was the turn of the Rock Garden, decent Punjabis were treated to rustic Yemeni antics,extremely disgusting potty jokes, random songs, animagi hysteria(we became lizards and spiders) and such uncivilised behaviour completely un-befitting of 22-23yr olds!(pics will be uploaded in due course,locked in M's cam)
And then we were back to our places watching a crappy movie, so we played the Yes Boss game, mute the TV and dub for the artists, it was another round of utterly disgusting potty jokes from Yemenis, a wife complaining to the psychologist about how her husband is interested in the potty habits of lions :D
Like all the good things have to end, retardation also had to end.On the Yemenis way back to Delhi there was a huge sandstorm and the bus broke down, 60km before Delhi!
At 11 in the night we were hitchhiking near the Haryana border, a nice sardar driver of Punjab roadways gave us a lift to Delhi.And so the madness ended with Baya Bakari chugging off to good old Hyderabad.
There is something we me and '60km from Delhi',the last time...A P Express stopped at Palwal as there was a derailment at Palwal, and the icing on the cake, i was travelling alone with luggage of 5 ppl, so I had to get down at Palwal,get to the bus station,get into a pakced Haryana roadways bus with all my luggage, get out of the bus and successfully catching all the luggage that was thrown out of the bus by co-passengers.I can go on and on about my luck with travel...
One more time,it was on my 1st trip to Pilani, we were dehydrated and shit -dazed,blame the hostile august weather of the desert and on our way I tell my long time frnd Massio 'Imagine if there is a puncture now?', and tusssssss.....puncture!!!!
No stepny!
One more(last one),Me and ahem-ahem on our way to bangalore in a dakota-bus,had to report to work the next day sharp at nine. At 3am in the wee hours of Monday the bus fails, puncture!, after an hour so it starts to only stop for a gear-box failure repair and before this...all throughout the night there is a choleric on the bus, asking for the driver to stop so that he could answer nature's calls. Can it get disgustin-er?Who must be my lucky star?(winking madly-hilarious madonna video!!!)
I am a survivor of a million such mishaps,of a smoke filled rustic haryana roadways bus
that veered off to Bhiwani instead of Pilani(blame addictive company!), of smoking passengers in the cold desert winters who wouldn't let us open the windows to let off the bidi smoke!Of flattenned tyres, or 10 hour journeys on desert roads in stark midnight,of Walruses for co-passengers on my way to Udupi, of gutsy Northie females who occupied our seats on A P Express.....aaaah!!!
So, the long and short of it is, I am in love with Punjabi Kudis now, esp. the Chandigarhis!So if u know anyone with an exceptionally bad taste for men(looks and otherwise), u know whom to call. ;)
And i dont mind haryanvis, if they can tolerate me singing:
Watch this please!!!
''Tenu kala chasma
Tenu kala chasma
Tenu kala chasma jach da eh
Jach da eh gorey mukhre te
Tenu kala chasma jach da eh
Jach da eh gorey mukhre te''
(Black goggles suit you, they suit your white face!)
''Teri na diyan dhuman pe gayaan
Tu Chandigarh to aayi ni
Chandigarh to aayi ni
Tenu dekh ke hoke parday ne
Khare chonkan vich sipahi ni
Thodi te kala til kuriye
Thodi te kala til kuriye
Jo daag aye chandey tukdey te ''But like u would say, its not abt me liking any1 or anything, its abt reciprocal feelings! :D
Don't u ever mistake my light-hearted bleating for desperate crowing!So until next time,Caw Caw,err Bleat Bleat!
Friday, June 05, 2009
The Swallow and the Reed.
Like I promised myself earlier, I tried painting the "Swallow and the Reed" in water-colors. Here are the results...
"One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her. 'Shall I love you said the Swallow', who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer. 'It is a ridiculous attachment,' twittered the other Swallows, 'she has no money, and far too many relations;' and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. 'She has no conversation,' he said, 'and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.' And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. I admit that she is domestic,' he continued, 'but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.'
'Will you come away with me?' he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home. 'You have been trifling with me,' he cried, 'I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!' and he flew away."
Link to the full story.
I'm in love with the lines above, like Phoebe Buffay says about the "Smelly Cat", I am sure these lines have many levels and I'm very sure Wilde,hade he been alive, would have agreed with me on this.
Regrets:
I have just tried keeping a promise, I hadn't much time at my disposal and hence wasn't in the mood to paint,lest the mood of the vibrant Egyptian Summer would have been the most evident aspect in the painting. I also regret having used watercolors which are only for the chivalrous..anyways,I am also uploading rough work which is actually my favorite!
I am not sure if I can ever de-Indianise my art. :)
I will be back with more color, and surely not watercolor,and something a little more obscure and free-willed and Picasso-like!
Due acknowledgements to:
Nanna & Amma(for making me feel like Pulipaka Picasso), Mrs.Shamita Goswami, The Art Book, the Internet and Oscar Wilde.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
My Nephew R!
"Are you a Man or a Boy?",R asked me in his trademark accent.
I was carrying R piggyback and felt happy that someone actually is wrong about my age and that too very positively!
"I am a Man",I chortled!
"Then why are you studying,only boys study...Common lets play AniHudh,lets play "Jumping on the Bed",...or Pillow Fight.."
This is called the logic of a 5 year old. I told him that I had to study only till Sunday and then we could play anything.R left with Martha and I felt very very very bad....This was last Saturday.
It took some time for our wavelengths to match, it was actually the "jumping on the bed"game that started the resonance. R would wake up early on weekends,barge into my room and after the lovely Good Morning ask, "Anihhudh,Can you throw me on the bed like yesterday?"
"Only 5 times"
"No,2 times",R would say!Ah the innocence!
And then I would ask him, "What did you dream of yesterday?"
And with his characteristic smile, R would answer, "I was jumping on the bed..."
"I don't know, I don't think it is vegetarian."
"I will find out",and then R runs around the house for five minutes to find out if Salami is vegetarian!
"So,what story would you like today?"
"Tom and Jehhy!"
So,I tweaked "Little Red Riding Hood" and I am glad no one had told him the story of Ridinghood earlier 'coz he really liked my fake bedtime story!
And then I had to use "Fox in Socks,Knox in Box,Fox on Socks on Knox on Box...Sue sews whos socks..." and such other blah to finally put him to sleep!
The next day he wanted me to read him something in German, I tried(by making all Rs sound like rough Hs) but he couldn't take the fake German!
R loves "Pappu can't dance sala!", but he asked me,"What does Sala mean?"
He hardly speaks any Hindi/Telugu but he sure knows to say the most cutely(i hate the word!) sounding "Nahin".
And he also told me he knows the F word, and he uses it with such a mischievous smile, ah!he even escaped from any serious reprimands!
Our favorite song continues to be "Ilike ta movitmovit!"(Hail Kinf Julian I!).Last Sunday we were whistling "Ilike ta movitmovit" with our special moves(Hail King Julian I)...
Among other things, R can be effortlessly entertained with the magic words "Poopoo Kakaa"...hee hee!
R will turn 6 on July 14th, have to gift him something good. :)
Missing R.
