Showing posts with label soul curry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul curry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Priceless...


An auto to the bus stand- Rs. 25 , a Volvo to Mangalore –Rs. 65 , paying for full and getting half way down- loss of Rs. 35, again an auto for a stuffy and sweaty 5km journey-Rs. 30..stepping on fine,  hot coarse grains of sand and still feeling comfortable –PRICELESS.



Walking under the fake shades of  coconut and date palms and slowly feeling the wetness and coolness of sand that pushes cool and positive vibes into your soul till you reach the shore is the best thing to experience Sunday morning  and just when you feel it’s the best day of life…the fake shades are gone and here comes the scorching sun. Welcome to the Kaup(Kapu) Beach.
I have always loved beaches and the sea beauty is always a mesmerising for my eyes. Just as you reach the end, you hear those angry thrashing of the waves and slow movement of back currents which reminds me of the power nature holds and how its strength has given us the 2 form – rocks and sand.  The variation is clearly demarcated – “ green, brown, light brown and the blue..” . Blue till the farthest end your eyes can see. Stalls made of bamboo and fillings of inside with plastic chairs are your soul source of food and chilled beer are scattered throughout the long stretch. To the right stand stills the vigilant eye, mounted on a huge rock( untouched) and with standard white and black stripes. the light house, which is a cites the tales of the ships far at the harbour and those below it. A beach has so much to offer.
Every one’s got their own reasons to make a visit- some spend family time, some for business, lovebirds for “secret” place and talks, some visit the nearby temple and for students like me- a priceless way to stay calm, rejuvenate my mind, hang around with friends and get clicked to cherish the memories. Lying on beach sand, closed eyes and feeling the breeze passing by ….nothing matches it. Some just slog around from their frustrating lives.

But to more often, I feel the sea is a sink of our sorrows and dullness which we discard off when we come near to it. It absorbs everything, from the last words/prayers of the drowning sailor, to those of the killed fish, the fishermen who return with empty hands, pirates who mix red with blue, the man on the lost island, to a daily worker tired of his strivings. All open up in front of the sea and funnily the sea takes them all. Never ignores anyone. The waves take them from your feet  (as the flow of energy if from head to toe), thoroughly stirs them continuously and mixes them with all other thoughts , thus keeping your privacy. They take them to the storehouse (sea bed) and you always wondered why it’s dark at the bottom. Leaving you feel enlightened and that’s how nature maintains its cycle. Your environment gives you moments of cherishing and living, but you feel low when they turn ugly. The sea takes them back and when its saturation level is reached, all of it blows out on us again in one form or the other. Everything has some price. Right now I am feeling the light and can absorb the sunset but who knows I won’t get this the next time. As very well said by Christopher Morley (U.S author and journalist)


And so we get different sounds at different times. Everyone has two faces of their life and they perfectly live up to them. So does this vast ocean which mesmerises you but has the ability to dwell you within itself because the third law of Newton holds true for every thing that ever occurred to us, is happening and will happen. Sitting on the shore, dwelling in the past and thinking of future is what we do, I did and now its evening, I must reach back on time as the sand is itching me now.

With my eyes catching the glimpse of the horizon, I bid farewell to the mighty sun who sprinkle’s the last rays and to the waves who again freed me today while my valet is still full cuz I don’t need alcohol or drugs to rejuvenate myself or feel good but I got a “priceless” solutions to my problems.



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Saturday, February 5, 2011

While my guitar weeps..

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For the first time that evening I got a feeling that tonight was going to be a good night. with my guitar in one , I waved her with my other hand who had been practising for this very show. She smiled and I knew something was cooking in her heart, but mine was already turned into an overcooked cake, burning out emotions and smelling of the upcoming time. I was the only guy in the colony who never flirted with her, because something within me stopped me from doing that. That evening, sitting in my balcony at the second floor, I saw actual “love “ in her eyes for me.

As the days passed, I would notice that she stood still watching me playing my guitar and I feared that what if I played the wrong chord..what would she feel. I was on my nerves. Soon we became good friends and she came close to me, sat in the balcony learning guitar from me. Omg!! I was never that good , but still I was enjoying the time and so was she.  We sat and used to chat for long hours- thanks to the summer breaks. Gradually we started spending lots of time together and we became very close..
She was a fast learner and picked up guitar really well. Soon the guitar lessons turned more than just learning time and then one day we kissed . our first kiss.

It was her birthday today, I had arranged for a surprise for her and a lovely gift and was waiting for her to return from college. It was getting late, not her usual time of return. Now I was tensed. She didn’t turn up at the cafĂ© I told her to, so I decided to call at her home.no reply . no one picked the phone. I went back home waiting for the day to end.

Next morning  I coudnt meet her, her parents restricted me . I was now scared, after all what’s the matter and her friend told me later that she had been raped.

My world came to a a standstill, the earth shook beneath me, tears fell down from aggression filled eyes, I just couldn’t believe her words. I headed for my way back home and cried while driving. A complaint was done, I just wanted to see her, be there with her. Why did all of this happen??..why? and why wasn’t I there with her at that time..??..i wanted to kill those bastards.
“saalon ki maa ya behen nahi hain kya”
standing alone in the balcony, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her . I was full in tears as I myself was mentally shocked of these “sudden change of events”. I threw my guitar of the floor  in aggression , down it went and broke.

All strings detached, cracks over the surface, nuts drowned in the drain.like a man who committed suicide it lied down on the cemented graveyard.-My guitar.stuck in the graveyard of life- My love.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Apna dil ek baar dekar dekho...


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Delhi is “the capital of india” . yeh hai “dil waalon ki dilli”.A place well known for its historic heritage sights, the huge variety of food , the shopping centres and most of all- the people who fill all these places. Divided into many parts, Delhi is actually a mixture of different section comprising of different types of places holding equal importantance.one such location is , Central Delhi. It’s the region where prime minister and president reside. Off course others also, but its more of a strategic location.

Connaught place market is the key of central delhi and is the heart of the city. Built about 200 years back in the British rule, the white structure (recently renovated for CWG 2010) still stands tall. some about 10yrs back, this place was full of cars, scooters and buses, but thanks to the Mr. Sreedharan travelling is now not a hectic task. Metro surely smoothened the ride. One can see all sort of crowds here. College students who bunked the classes and are hanging around, ladies shopping in the state emporiums , teenage girls and guys stalking the street shops for clothing and accessories , Mrs. Sharma roaming throughout the inner circle dragging her daughter along, looking for some bride stuff, Mr. james-a tourist is in the search for true Indian goods and land up at Fabindia or The Rajiv Gandhi State emporium, Mr. Thomas has a meeting tomorrow and is looking for the right suit to match his newly purchased Louis Philippe shoes.   Some like wandering around for their “jewels” in the scorching heat, while other just circle the periphery in cars from the outer circle or some prefer to stay under the shades of the Metro trees-the central park. food doesn’t cost much, especially in the pallika bazaar but far from this crowd are “people” who are sandwiched between the inner and outer circle—those below the line.
Their major food source is the temple remains or those who feed them someday- flaunting their generous behaviour. The society has never been kind, so govt. steps seem immaterial. Their smile increases with each rupee given and inreturn all they have and can give the society is their wishes. Elderly say, that “unki duaaon mein bahut asar hota hai, who sacche dil se dua dete hai” . If to trust the NATGEO documentary, india has the max. no. of eunuch(hijra) and majority are illiterate. Its not their fault. This could happen with anyone. It was their fate, but I believe that society should think beyond the everlasting set conditions of marriage and sustainance. So what they cant carry forward a family—they never asked anyone for that. All they need is care, love and modes (by that I mean better ones) of “living” their life and not just dragging it.

Their world is limited within the circle and unless we don’t step up, they will just keep on imagining the life of the madding crowd that’s beyond their reach. I ask you
“if reservation is for caste, “SEX”, and religion then what the harm in fighting for a EUNUCH who’s potential is just getting wasted. Its time to stand up for something apart from caste and religion, and fight for the true cause because the reason for all reservations is THEIR FATE 

Apna dil sirf cricket aur ladke/ladki ko mat do,.koi aur bhi iska hakdaar hai
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Not in this life...

from bacterias to multicellular,we grew but our needs grew faster and in this chase of thoughts and desires, we lost our harmony with nature...ironically, in this "modern" age, nature sighting is the sole source of rejuvenation for your soul..around the world , man has created a havoc..now let see some mind stirring moments of my place, manipal..god's own city
the waves refresh you and the breeze lightens your soul...