Cheeni Kum Review

27 06 2007

To the horror of all prudish folks, I loved this movie absolutely! Tabu and Amitabh’s chemistry is just right and together they present a very convincing romantic love story with oodles of tongue in the cheek humor!

The movie projects itself as a romantic comedy as the 64 year old Amitabh is all set to woo the 34 year old Tabu. Now dont imagine it as a typical old man after a young girl story. The movie is dealt in quite a mature and realistic fashion. Zora Sehgal played a terrific role in supporting the movie with her exuberant presence.

I must say that this movie has set a new definition in the typical romantic movie genre of Bollywood. I really love the way Amitabh is experimenting with himself in the recent movies with fresh roles, looks and challenging scripts. I know that everyone loves a superhero. Most of the times we worship them in stereocasted moulds that it would be a taboo if they try to break free of it. Well, I can never imagine Amitabh’s role being played by Rajani Kanth in a tamil remake of cheeni kam without loads of bandhs and suicide attempts! :-) Hope you got my meaning! Tabu is my all time favorite. She has a touch of elegance and I love the way she lives in her roles. So imagine how delighted I was when I saw both of them coming together in this sugar fare! I just hoped that the second half could have been better with a little less of sentimental gandhian drama.

Watch it for a light hearted fun ride, for the satirical comedy in the movie, and for the sheer brilliance of Amitabh and Tabu. Even if you can’t stomach a couple of dialogues, even if you thing Paresh Rawal is wasted in a stereotypical father role, even if you think that the cute little darling ‘Sexy’ mouths a lot of gyan, watch it for the sheer light headed banter that runs through the movie.

Guess I don’t have to play the spoiler to reveal the plot. It has been already talked over thousands of times. Yet, like everyone I still believe that I have my own two cents to talk about. And My Advice is Go For It!





Rain is Beautiful…

21 06 2007

My day started off with this lovely forward SMS that I have received today..

“Its Monsoon and I’m sure u must be very happy. U must feel like going out, drench urself, singing songs, splash water and find sum1 spl. right?

Every Frog feels d same!” :-)

It surely set the tone of the day and complemented the weather nicely!!

Its raining in Chennai! When I wake up from the plush comfort of my bed, the weather warms up my spirit as cool breeze envelops me in crisp silence and the little drizzle forms tiny droplets on my forehead.. Rain makes everything beautiful.. Roads, flowers, trees, and me.. I was feeling like Maggie while riding her bicycle towards the end in ‘City Of Angels’.. I donned my sweater and umbrella and blissfully shut the noises of the world with soothing music flowing from my N70.. I sang with Bangles, and Belinda, acted like a original composer and must have looked a Sight on the roads of chennai.. Yet, who cares!!!

Savoring the moment, soaking the fresh rain, dancing in vain and living it up…

This is Life!!!





Beauty Of Mother Tongue..

21 06 2007

I was browsing through and guess am locked in an air of nostalgia.. Flashes of memories, of granny teaching you Aksharamala (Alphabet), of the childhood victorious glow when you grew up enough to read those Chandamama, Balamitra, Bommarillu and all those child magazines enveloped me in tight hold. As I grew up I read wonderful books in telugu.. Be it novels or poems.. Sumati Satakam, Vemana Padyalu, and all that grammer.. I still miss some novels like Mohana Vamsi, Venello Adapilla, Lakumadevi which I read some fifteen years back. And the worst fact is that neither I can google them down nor can I load them up in my PC.

Guess language sets an ambience for cultural expressions and nothing can beat mother tongue in it. Learning a language opens up an entirely new world.. You can associate with the spirit and at times some expressions are so authentic that you cant translate without watering down the intensity. Sometimes I face this problem too. I still wonder how would I translate ‘alambana’, ’samyamanam’.. When emotions succumb you in a deluge it becomes difficult to relate to heart matters in a language thats alien to you in the same spirit that you want to express.

If I muse on, I speak Hindi with friends, Telugu with family, English in Profession and to write on.. I see things as I am made, cause I rely on my perception over reality.. And when immense depth of feelings hit you, you may be at loss for words. Guess I am blessed in that sense that I had great grand parents who introduced me to the world of Telugu Literature and my parents encouraged me in every means possible.

Thanks to the advent of globalization, English is slowly taking the place of mothertongue and ‘Amma’ is becoming ‘mom’.. With all fairness, I accept and respect English as any indian language yet I only mourn about the dwindling focus on native languages. Are we missing only the language or a breadth of cultural experience? Think it up..





Playing Process Executive..

20 06 2007

This goes as a humble attempt of mine to sketch a life like story in BPO…

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Suma has always thought that she should have a first hand experience of a BPO or call centre. All that glitter, media talk and allure of that career is enticing enough. She is a first class degree graduate and finally she landed in a plush job as a process executive in one of the most popular BPO’s in the Metro. After her hectic training she ended up dabbling in the billing operations to learn reality the hard way.

Suma walked to her desk. Her maniac monday regime is set to begin now. Its 9:05 AM and she is already five minutes late! Her mistaken sense of punctuality is at draggers with her again! It doesn’t make a difference that her office starts at 9:30 AM. Its an internal sense of commitment that gets her going!

One look at the inbox work, and Suma is longing for her carefree times again! She has to finish off a lot so that her team leader can audit it in time. People work for around 16 hours a day in her team, resolving escalations or raising plain bills in India for some UK or US customers. Their celebration of life starts by switching on their monitor to prune through the innumerable mails dealing with several requests and hours roll on in characteristic nonchalance..

Just 3 days old into this and she wonders at all those bright minds entangled in the routine humdrum of mundane activities. She discovered new friends along the way.. Anusha is an MCA, ended up in this role as she wanted to enjoy financial independence in marriage; Ketan is preparing for GMAT and wanted to make his own dough; Leela is an orphan and this job is godsent. Everyone is always on run, helping eachother in their issues, dealing with escalations, managing workload and trying to scrape some moments of personal time in that maddening rush…

Suma has found a shortcut to tackle the situation though. She prompty switches off those inner rantings which drive her crazy and gets herself going at that insane pace which her work demands.. There isn’t time enough to be with herself or is it that she hates to take a maverick stance?

As she muses over herself, she considers ‘Hey what’s wrong with me? I earn 20 grand, family is happy, I got great friends and I freak out every other day. What’s wrong with my job anyways? ‘ Suma has always based her life on rule book.. Yet, when she opens it to check what she really wants to do, the pages are all blank!





Flashes Of Insanity..

19 06 2007

How many of you have a problem of short temper? I know you may be cautious before you confess.. What’s wrong with short temper anyways? I have seen those muted silent types and those fiery volcanoes. And I trust fire.. At least you know whats going on in their head and some how I feel that sense follows after those expositions of insanity. Its the other way for those composed silent types. They park all those moments in their internal store room only to account for them ages later.

But watch out if you get drowned in your own rage of fire and become self centred in brooding.. Some feelings are so deep that one needs to look within in numbing solitude.

How many times have you smiled or managed a stony silence when all you wanted to do is scream and yell? In those moments of insanity, all I can do is blow up or walk away into a closed space till sanity dons its mantle again.. Why is it so that when you have said all that you wanted to say in anger, regret usually follows.. Why is that we take liberty only with our loved ones and slip on our zingers when we wanted to treasure them through our lives? Sheer Madness!





A Perfect Weekend..

18 06 2007

Hey! I had a perfect weekend and I truly madly deeply wanted to etch that beautiful day in my frame.. Guess am waiting for a perfect moment to write about it.. I had a lovely south indian lunch from Abhiruchi, catched up with Jhoom Barabar Jhoom and went for a long drive on ECR Road.. Weather is on our side and we soared like a wind as the road is so clear and free.. We stopped by ‘Food Village’ on ECR for my favorite Mulagatavani Soup and headed to KFC in Ascendas to seal the day with a nice Dinner..

The day had a perfect ending with this special good news from my closest buddy on earth.. She got placed in the company that she longed for and she is in a rocking celebratory zig.. Her happiness filled my night as I was counting stars waiting for the verdict until her call came through.. A great weekend it was.. I am glad that it happened!





Life Rolls in Patterns..

18 06 2007

Sometimes it just feels so right to listen to heart. Sometimes you indulge so much in the beauty of the moment only to realize that its sanctity can be destroyed by simple interpretations. Sometimes you stifle the voices of conventional wisdom and get carried away only to realize that age old sayings have come true..

Advice is the easiest thing to dispense, I wonder how many are takers though. Yet, you rushed ahead based on your instinct only to hit the dead end.. You have so many people to flaunt that lyrical ‘I told you So’ with an ironically compassionate whisper which may do little to assuage that nagging pain in heart. You may want to create something beautiful and alas you ended up with the old frame thats etched in your memory.. Memories never die, they just repaint themselves in new colors to flaunt and haunt again.

Sometimes it so happens that you make certain choices which prove bitter and then when you walk along the path of life, you have this dejavu kind of scenario where everything is back to square one and you may have to choose again. Have you ever wondered that you have done that one that you have always dreaded to do? Sometimes priorities and choices weigh more than feelings and when you respect the stand you take, there is little chance that you get space to sit and brood over spilled milk.

Nothing remains pristine over the passage of time.. You get tough and when you wake up to a new sunrise, your area of focus changes. One can’t really change their basic nature, can they? Guess one can find patterns whereever they look.. Life is what we make out of it.. Let it roll in patterns or take the wildest route possible.. I can still have a choice in deciding what glasses to wear.. I am content as long as I have my voice and attitude alive and kicking..





Jhoom Barabar Jhoom!

18 06 2007

Jhoom..

There cant be a more apt title for this movie, coz thats what I ended up doing through out the movie.. It sure made my day, brought a smile on my face and made my weekend delightful. Have you ever tried to live up to a lie that you have created in an innocent and harmless situation? Then you will surely identify with this.

Let me play the spoiler and detail the plot.. Amitabh Bachchan (AB) opens up the movie dressed in a funky outfit along with Guitar in London Railway Station with a foottapping dance number which sets the mood of the movie. When the train gets two hours late and two strangers (In this case Alvira Khan (Preity Zinta) and Rikki Thukral (Abhishek Bachchan)) has one coffee table to share, what would they do? Well, Rikki tries to pull Alvira into a conversation and she tries to ward off his advances by claiming that she is already engaged. Undaunted, Rikki tries to play along and confesses that he has come to receive his fiancee. Now feeling harmless, these two strangers exchange their highly creative love tales and in the end fall for eachother.

What follows later is a rollicking fun ride that leaves you dazed as they try to flaunt their false fiancees and live up to their lies for the sake of pride. Finally their lies get exposed and love lives on. The story got a predictable rhythm yet it escapes the inevitable track of sentimental drama. Bobby Deol and Lara Dutta as side characters who are entangled in the tales of the Rikki and Alvira live up to the expectations. I am surprised to see the ease in Abhishek’s acting. He delivers with mettle and timing and Ms. Bubbly Preity complements him perfectly! I loved the way Amitabh comes on and off in the movie linking them in a string of music.

Now for a disclaimer.. This is neither a mush movie, neither is a sentimental one. What it got to offer is romantic comedy sprinked with dollops of generous peppy and thumpy music. Its sure worth the investment if you are looking for pure entertainment with no strings attached! Coming to me, it sure made my Sunday!





Sivaji Movie Review

17 06 2007

Well, there is NDTV Coverage, all the media is frenzied over this movie, almost all the theatres in Chennai are screening Sivaji, Tickets in black are going at 1000 bucks and the only topic at coffee tables seems to be related to the superstar.. All this made me go for this movie on the first day first show. Somehow I wonder whether all this hype is essential?

For starters, Sivaji is an out and out commercial entertainer. It got all the masala like a rags to riches story, glamor, humor, technology, action, and songs. The movie deals with the story of an NRI who comes with to India with a vision to create Sivaji Foundations which would offer free education only to find his dreams crashed by an industrialist with political clout. How Shivaji fights the Indian System, the corruption and black economy while paving way to realize his ambitions forms the rest of the story.

One should park logic and commonsense in the alleyway of the theater to savor this movie. For example, the CBI arrests Sivaji without any monumental evidence when all they got is a voice locked laptop. Or sample this, the hero who wasn’t reluctant to bribe every official in every means possible confesses lamely in the court scene. The only reason I could give to watch this movie is that it got Rajani’s Superhero presence and fabulous dance sets which speak of opulence, and grandeur. Hey Rajani got style in the way he tosses the coin or reaches to his mint. His action and the ease with which he carries himself is a treat to watch. Are these reasons good enough for you to head for movie? Yet, I guess this movie may still make century days, by the sheer support of his fans. I will wait and watch.

Sreya’s role is limited to being a glass doll and look glamorous in dance numbers and play the role of a traditional tamil ponnu in the acting sequences. The story drags in the first half as Rajani tries his best to woo Sreya and the middlemen and it gains tempo only in the second half. Rajani’s overpowering presence fills the screen in every sequence and guess the story is underplayed alot to adjust to that. The story theme isn’t well integrated with the picturization and the movie drags in an attempt to include the cool and style element of Rajani in the story line. Suman’s action stands out as a soft spoken and menacing villain. Music is sure peppy, yet I wonder how much of those numbers remain after the hype cools down.

I felt that the story could be dealt better and with greater depth for this marks the return of Rajani after I guess almost two years. With a mix of formidable talent like Shankar, Rehman and Rajani, I expected better.





Splash Of Yellow!

17 06 2007

I noticed this magnificent beauty on Besant Nagar roads yesterday. Its such a visual treat to watch such a splendid display of yellow, as if it stood to rain energy and warmth on the inviting land assuring one of the alluring things that are going to come. As Chennai gears up to receive monsoon, I hope there will be more such lovely dash of colors to come. Guess I did an OK job in capturing it, for the ethereal experience I had watching this couldn’t be represented in this paler photograph. Still I tried! By the way, does anyone know the name of this tree?





Relishing Life!

16 06 2007

The exhortation of the dawn is so pleasant.. The day breaks slowly to welcome sunshine and rain warmth and hope in all brightness. Early mornings are so friendly and cheerful, espicially when the wind carries the invigorating fragrance of fresh coffee, evocating primulas, coral jasmines and the blending of soothing music if I managed to switch the player on. I love to stand in that little corner of my balcony trying to imbibe the freshness of the moment. Soon my heart longs for that cuppa and a dose of ET, so I saunter to pick the newspaper and the milk. Sipping the piping hot tea while indulging in the regular news and dreamy melodies really helps me warm up for the rhythm of the day. Guess thats what relishing life means to me on a perfect morning!





In Memory Of IMDR..

15 06 2007

I was going through old files and old memories when I hit upon this song. This song is my favorite and has a special place in heart as it kind of sums up the beauty of IMDR in a love filled melody. The best place to listen it is at Alumni Meet where someone or other inevitably picks up the mike to hum this along. Author unknown to me, yet am quite familiar with the nostalgic glow it brings in heart.

Purani jeans, aur guitar
Wah re poona, wah IMDR.
Hamare sapne, hamara pyaar,
Wah re poona, wah IMDR.

Woh Bhupi ka, banana chehre
Woh kehna yeh hain,
Systems ki baat.
Y.R. Rao ka hamesha hasna,
Class mein har sentence ke baad.
Woh bhola bhala, Kandy hamara,
Jo pooche hamse, andar ki baat.
Woh Sapre sir, jab canteen mein baithe,
Vrindavan, humko aaye bus yaad.
Jaane kahan se, aaya ye doctor,
Jo maare fatte, aur padhaye top.

Poochon mat, tum classroom ki baatein,
Ki unke andar bhi chaata hain pyaar.
Bus yaadein…

Assignments karna hamesha late,
Pahunchna classroom, teacher ke baad.
Woh ghanti bajne ki lambi yaad,
Woh bhaagna TT room, ghanti ke baad.

Woh library mein baatein karna
Woh daatna madam ka,
Humein baar-baar.

Aaye jab junies, hua yeh haal
Ek-ek ladke ko, hue do-do pyaar.
Quadrangle ka, kona-kona,
Kiya un ladkon ne, bilkul kharab.
Mohobbat ki o baazzee khelne waalon,
Yeh socha placements hain kitni paas?
Bus yaadein…

Aur kya kahoon mein yaar
Jaan se pyaara hain yeh pariwar
Ye aisa ghar hain hamare paas
Bhool jaaye hum to, apna ghar-baar.
Kucchh hi din ke, hum hain mehmaan,
Jaane kahan hum, jaaye iske baad.
Jahan bhi jaaye, hum iske baad,
Sataayegi humko, yahan ki yaad.
Aanso aayenge jab yaad aayegi
Aise hi apni, life guzre yaar.
Bus yaadein…





Life is Muted!

15 06 2007

Guess the title speaks for itself.. Am in a process of transition, playing the role of a passive observer, and loosing myself in the predictable humdrum. A lot of thinking is keeping me occupied and guess this little private space gives me an opportunity to depict those muffled expressions of silence. What would you do if several pulsating stimuli make you indecisive, when the choices are very limited? Doused in the fragmented reality, life is currently muted..





Grappling With Change!

13 06 2007

After two years of hanging around in Tidel Park, my office got changed to Chennai One. Well, if you are wondering about where this Chennai One is, I can’t help you. It exists as one among the innumerable, indistinguishable IT parks on the so called IT corridor in Chennai. I took an auto, since this is my first day and hence ended up being tossed in all directions on the windy road while fighting with the sand and sun through the race. Reaching this particular office itself calls for celebration as I had to wade my way through the dusty and rustic Perungudi while battling with huge Traffic and biting dust on the journey! I could notice huge trail of jampacked vehicles on the Old Mahabalipuram Road during the business hours and the condition is only worsened by the ill-maintained, under construction roadways full of potholes. My official transport nightmare! Now, all those TCS loyalists may draw their swords at me saying we got an official bus transport.. Yet, they dont help me to reach my office at 10:30AM..The infrastructure on the IT corridor is not even worth a mention.

Here is a snapshot of Chennai One. You can even notice the green board which marks the entry to Pallikarnai Forest Block! Coming to Chennai One Office, it houses a lot of corporate offices and you can find offices of companies like TCS, Wipro, Siemens, Ford etc. Unfortunately, its still under construction and the recreation facilities are not yet up. Thank god they got canteen atleast! The office is designed in a purely functional format (matlab no hangout or open space) and hence has pretty good workspace. The only light in the end of the journey is that I meet good people with smiling faces in my project which definitely soothens the mood.

Finally I have officially moved out of the innovation labs of TCS to face the ground realities of the project based organization. Guess my hands are full for the coming months!!!





Dangling in Void!

12 06 2007

What would you do if you feel as if life is currently suspended in vacuum? Have you ever felt that you are caught in an inavoidable whirlwind of dalliance, brought over by nothing but a string of accidents? How many times that you have made a decision in a flash and tried to hunt a rationale later on? How many times have you abandoned your choices to time and fate?

Looks like my mind is playing rapid fire.. Could be a reflection on the things happening around. I do know that when that moment of truth arrives, I wont back away from making a choice or standing by one.. Yet, I wont be able to claim that its a perfectly rational and logical decision. Sometimes it helps to surrender yourself to destiny, especially when you end up in one of those win-win situations where weighing up priorities doesn’t help the matter in hand!





Connecting People!

11 06 2007

The first thought that popped up was Oh God! I lost my contacts!!! It made me realize how much this little piece has become a part of my identity. It is so easy to reach to people with just a click that I rarely spare a thought to the convenience and technology thats at work behind the scenes. Guess I got accustomed to the loss pretty soon as I was going through this experience for second time. Guess the effect was palliated by the wooing of so many mobile models in the market with lots of attractive features. Guess that called for an upgrade and I was soon hunting for a new mobile model which could double up as a Music Player and Camera as well.

Yet, I loved my little Samsung mobile.. Its comfortable for SMS, great for calls, with spectacular display and a handy size. More over, I loved the FM and Cam features too. The moment of nostalgia came when I sat beside a person who is chatting her way in that Samsung X620.. Though I had this brand new N70m in my hand, I sighed longingly!!!

Well, A couple of liners about my new N70m.. It got great music, Sudoku game and an OK 2MP camera. Hope it does a decent job in capturing some impromptu moments.. Its a bit bulky and heavy on hand, yet it makes up for it by offering a lot of convenience features. I can tag my thoughts at will and can dispense off my little transend.

Now am currently on a hunting drive to get my contacts back. As my friend puts it, loss of mobile kind of refreshes contacts and relationships. How true! In my 250+ contacts in my old phone, I could remember only 12 numbers (mostly family and closest pals) and am sure that around 20 people will reach me with in a day or two. So, probably those odd 200 people are either collegues, acquaintances, business contacts or far away pals.. (those who call to wish only B’days or special news) Hmm.. Sometimes, its tough to acknowledge all those special people who add a cheer to life. And they needn’t be in close knit circle. They could even be those whom you respect, cherish, love or care for. And Mobile truly connects people! :-)





Tales of Pleasant Truths..

8 06 2007

Do you lie? Tricky question, isn’t it? Do you ever conceal a part of truth to save the feelings of your loved ones? Did you ever take a guilt trip later on? Guess I have always been a champion of truth, frankness and honesty..Yet, I believe in pleasant truth! Irony indeed! I have always measured people by the bar of openness and warmth that they exude. I may respect the real stiff types yet I love those flexible, approachable people who wear their heart on sleeve.

Sometimes it may even happen that we have never set any boundaries for some relationship.. That may lead to complicated situations when they try to intrude into your private space. You can only blame your attachment towards them.. Ideal kind of relationships exist in very rarely.. Why do we make an abstraction of truth when it can be our best defense? It’s probably because we may not always appreciate the distinction between Expression and Explanation. One comes out of volition and other out of demand. It’s not that people evade when they lack trust. Reciprocation can never be done in the way it’s expected to be done. What may seem like transparency to you may seem like encroachment to someone else. If I expect something, it’s my problem. If I long for poetic justice then there is a definite mismatch between how things are and how I want them to be.

Sometimes we may sport this paternalistic attitude towards loved ones which may make us feel the need to be in control and weigh every word we say. The question out here is if we share with people we care for, it makes us more open and vulnerable. I just say whatever comes into my mind or heart.. But if people start to analyze, dissect and interpret everything I say, that would force me to be diplomatic, distant and be politically correct. You reveal only as much you want t, you make an new truth by sharing those pieces which seem harmless. How correct is that attitude? How good is pleasant truth anyways?





Being Nostalgic Over A Small Town..

6 06 2007

Rajahmundry is often called as the cultural capital of Andhra Pradesh.. Well, that’s what my papa loves to boast! It’s located on the banks of the river Godavari, which has a lot of religious and cultural significance as the River Godavari splits into 7 streams which were named after the seven Saptarshyas of the Hindu mythology. I always love the sight of Rajamundry, those riverbanks, temples when the train is gushing over the huge arched bridge thats built over Godavari. Since childhood, Mamma used to hand me a coin to throw in the river and pray for the river goddess whenever the train is taking us over it. A small confession is that I still do it. :-)

Oh, How did I forget to mention? The Asia’s largest rail-cum-road bridge on the river Godavari linking Kovvur and Rajamundry is considered a real miracle. Me and my dad used to hop on a bike for a long drive on that bridge in my school days. Guess that bridge is almost 4 kilometers long and a long ride along its side sure breathes fresh life into any mood with picturesque surroundings..

There are a number of temples here and the Kotilingala temple, Uma Ramalingeswara temple on the banks of the Godavari are some of the most important temples. The Godavari Pushkaram, celebrated once in twelve years, attracts a huge number of pilgrims from all over the country. It’s the period where every Hindu is urged to take the ceremonious bath in the river Godavari. It’s a big event for which preparations go on for two years during which our quaint little town dresses up for the travelers and visitors in the most grandiose fashion. For the last Pushkaram, they have renovated the entire godavari and gautami ghat and have constructed a huge shiva linga near the Godavari railway station which marks the entrance of town.. I still get that childish glee of coming home whenever I see that well lit huge temple.

Rajahmundry is famous for Cloth market/Textile and it is said that the cloth business of Rajahmundry stands second, after Mumbai in India. The drought in Vizag made the weavers shift to Jampet in Rajahmundry and lead to the establishment of the Textile industry. Rajahmundry has the Mahatma Gandhi Cloth Complex which is one of the biggest shopping complex in AP. It is the base for most of the big cloth merchants in India like Bommana Brothers, Chandana Brothers, Sumangali, Puja Silks, Tummidi Brothers etc. Having sampled various showrooms in various cities, I would say that whatever you get in entire A.P. (and even more varitety at times) is available in Rajamundry, albeit at reasonable prices.

Be it that special Palakova from Kumari Talkies, Rose Milk from Kotagummam, Tapeswaram Kaja, Artos Cool Drinks or Putarekulu (Paper Sweet), our Rajamundry has its share of unique mouth watering delicacies. When a topic of sweets come, I cant resist quoting Anand Sweets. I can blindly vouch for any item under their name, be it their dry fruit chikki, badam burfi, kaja, kachori or namkeens!

Rajahmundry has the base offices for the Krishna-Godavari Project of The Oil and Natural Gas Corporation at Rajahmundry. This brought in various cultures of people and the establishment of the ONGC colonies. Dad used to take us to the ONGC colony park and the township whenever it fell on the way of our drive. Also Rajahmundry houses industries like The Southeren Drugs and Pharmaceuiticals Limited, Smithkline Beecham Consumer Healthcare limited, GVK Industries/The Jegurupadu Power Project at the outskirts. Its also home for a lot of paper mills like The Andhra Pradesh Paper Mills, The Coastal Paper Mills (P) limited, The Kadiyam Paper Mills. Anyone can locate loads of nurseries and flower gardens near Kadiyam, which have almost any variety of samplings that you would love to have in your little garden.

I cant write about Rajahmundry without giving due credit for to these two people, Sir Arthur Cotton for making the city arable and Sri Kandukuri Veeresalingam Pantulu for his contribution for the city. These people’s memories are etched strongly in the minds of the people.

Sir Arthur Cotton dammed the great Godavari River below Rajamundry at a point where the river is over three miles wide, and although he utilised two islands he still had to construct two miles of masonry to build his own dam. This took him five years to complete, but was an immense gain to a teeming population. The 2 1/4 – mile long Dowleswaram Barrage across the Godavari turned a flood-and-drought prone area into million acres of flourishing paddy and sugarcane. He made Rajamundry a rice bowl for A.P and people still remember and honour his contributions. A Sir Arthur Cotton Museum is set up at the dam site and a Sir Arthur Cotton Memorial Agricultural Service Centre is set up at Bobbarlanka, 20 km from Rajahmundry and near Dowleswaram to commemorate the contributions of Sir Arthur Cotton. Thank you Sir!

Sri Kandukuri Veeresalingam Pantulu is known as “The father of reformations” in A.P. He is a champion of widow remarriages, girl education and social reforms. There are many firsts to his credit. He started a monthly magazine “Vivekavardhini”, a school for girls at Dowlaiswaram in 1874. He established a weekly “Satyavadini” which was published both in English and Telugu. He established “Hitakarini Samaj” in 1906. He was the first novelist in Telugu ;”Rajasekhara Charitra” was the first novel. He bought a revolution in Telugu Literature by simplifying Telugu without using the flowery embellishments that graced the language through Sanskrit influence. He is a great man who has dedicated his pen, intellect, money, work and worth for social service.

Many schools and colleges were started by the Hitakarini Samaj. Well, the expansion of ‘SKVT High School’, the school that I studied in stands for ‘Sri Kandukuri Veeresalingam Theistic English Medium High Schoool’. If you stop wondering about whats me with long names, I had a great time at that school with some fabulous schoolmates and teachers! I can’t think of any college that wasn’t supported by his ideals or deeds in some way. Well, if you ask me the current scenario, the educational climate is slowly getting commercialized now, with the advent of Srichaitanya, Nalanda, Narayana, Bhasyam schools and colleges.

Being at the banks of the Godavari River, which has a lot of religious significance and the Sir Cotton Bridge, which gave a boost to the agriculture made Rajahmundry the way it is. Since history, a lot of Brahmins settled in Rajahmundry making it the centre for Arts and Culture. Even today there are separate areas designated for Brahmins in the City, though the City is an amalgamation of various sects, castes and beliefs. The City hence is a cradle for education, textiles and agriculture. The attitude of people is slow paced and life rolls on simply. I love the simplicity and the down to earth nature of the people here. I feel home!

All this and more is what makes my little town special to me. Guess all this is summed up in this lovely song from Andhra Kesari. I get a reverent feeling whenever I hear it..

“Vedam la ghoshinche godavari
Amaradhamam la sobhille rajamahendri
Satabdala charita gala sundara nagaram
Gataveibhava deeptulato kammani kaavyam

Raja raja narendrudu kakatiyulu
Tejamunna meti doralu reddi rajulu
Gajapatulu narapatulu elina ooru
Akadhalanni ninadinche Gauthami Horu

Adi kavita Nannaya rasenicchata
Srinadha kavi nivasam pedda mucchata
Kavisarvabhoumalakidi alavalamu
Nava kavitalu vikasinche nandanavanamu

Dittamaina silpala devalalu
Kattukadhala chitrangi kanakamedalu
Kottukoni poye konni kotilingalu
Viresalingamokadu migilenu chalu”

Didn’t realize that this would end up as such a huge post when I am not even half done! Let me wrap up here as my love this little place can make me fill this space with ease.





Musings On Collective Wisdom!!!

6 06 2007

I have always had this feeling that collective wisdom is an amazing thing. Somehow, the popularity of Wikipedia impresses me.. Guess people Think of all those people who are adding tiny bits of little things that they know so that someone somewhere is benefited! Isn’t that an amazingly selfless thing to do? It reminds me of the squirrels’ role in building that bridge in Ramayan! It reconfirms my belief in the natural goodness of the people..

We have knowledge in bounty loads.. We have really gathered a lot of information through all these years. I believe that all that we ever wanted to know or learn about must be around somewhere in this world, as someone’s knowledge, memory or experience. It’s just a matter of finding it which makes a world of difference to someone’s quest. Guess that’s why the googles of the world are so popular. Yeah, I would give them all the credit on the earth for making knowledge more accessible..

Working for the past two years, I really appreciate what a valuable enterprise search engine and a proper knowledge management system can do to a mammoth organization. Probably it would almost reduce 5o % of work as it would reduce the chances of recreating, reinventing and redefining the existing process or work. Think of how much time that would save? Am already dreaming!

Yet, the key component out here is not some software but the people who will come and share their core knowledge in open. Well, am not saying the word ‘give’ as the key here is ‘to share’. To share without restriction, in openness and perhaps without taking credit! How many are willing to do that in corporate world where one is defined by the privileged information one holds? That’s a Big Question! It always boils down to the work environment and the organizational culture. An organization can have a great blogging platform, and still end up with zero contributors. When the Internet is overwhelmed by the Web2.0, 3.0 ..n.0 , there are only muted whispers in the enterprise world. This surely demand some soul searching though!





A Special Visit By A Little Friend!

5 06 2007

Yesterday, we had a special visitor at our home. I was all pious and am reading a hindu religious tome called Gurucharitra (Courtesy: Mom) and then there she is, gracing my bed corner and sitting royally on my pillow. I went hesitantly by her side and she breezily jumped on to my fingers. Such a tender little young sparrow… I loved the feel of her on my hand!

I called out for my sister to shut all the fans off in the house. She rushed by my side with a name ready for my little friend. She called her Bittu over the name of her lost friend and bought Kaju Barfi and a bowl of water to greet her. Me and my sister were really fussing over this little visitor and my mom rushed in with loads of warm advice.

‘Let her go, her family would find her’

‘Place her in front of mirror so that she would preen’

‘Hunt for her parents, they must be searching for her’ and so on..

I felt a lot of swirling emotions inside me. I know that its a cruel thing to hold her and that it may damage her plumage. I let her go and then I realized that she is a proper kiddo and cant fly more than a short distance. I was concerned and scared for her. Well, that particular childhood memory of a little sparrow getting hurt due to a fan while flying didn’t comfort me either. I scooped her on my palm and went out to take a walk around the home. Hey, her parents are waiting for her on the big fat tree thats in front of my home. Bittu flew to her parents side and the whole family is squeaking again! Capturing that tender moment, me and my sis ran inside and gave a real bear hug to Mamma.

Finally everybody is home to their loved ones! :-)





Moments of Quiet Laughter..

4 06 2007

Well, on an impulsive moment (guess must be some divine insight!), my dad has decided that I need a makeover! He picked up a comb and went into business!

I thought that’s an incredibly sweet moment,
Especially when my dad is at his creative best, concocting some utterly comic coiffures..
Especially when mom is trying to be politely encouraging when all she wanted to do is roll in gales of laughter,
Especially when I was confused in deciding the expression: do I laugh at the outcome or be indignant that my hairstyle is commented upon..
Especially when the mirror is reflecting this affectionate domestic scenery where two people are dying in quiet laughter watching the touching concentration and crinkled expression on the face of my dad!





A Visit To A Local Seamstress!

4 06 2007

Well, that only happens when I am home! Though am a great fan of ready-mades: especially those of select, don and pay category which offers instant gratification, at times I just love picking up material.. Probably I like the lazy way in which u choose that fabric for how that can look, ponder over design, discuss with your tailor, await delivery like a kid for candy and then fret over tiny things for alterations.. Since I had a lot of time at disposal and a couple of material that would require a stitch job, I thought I would pay a visit to Taruni for my dresses. Taruni is the most famous boutique kind of store in Rajamundry.. She started off as a specialty tailor some 7 years back and is doing pretty well as a designer tailoring joint.

Me and my sis landed up there (at her boutique in Prakash Nagar) only to find ourselves in a huge queue. At times, its not the number of people who count but the number of dresses they have for the job.. I was playing a silent observer and was wondering at the loyalty of the people who came from faraway places like Nidadavolu for a visit to the tailor. I was wondering whether I am impressed by their fashion sense or their desire to engage the best. It’s not as if they have a list of specialized preferences or some exotic designs in their mind. Guess its same everywhere. Find an expert and give him free way! Or is it related to brand experience? Finally my turn came after an hour of waiting and impatient wandering around the store. I have always thought that stitching is a mindless job. That’s the most ridiculous opinion that I have ever held. It does demand a lot of creativity, visualization, attention for detail and an eye for sense. Guess this little visit served as an eye opener for me! I handed over my dresses and came home. Am almost expectantly waiting for them!

P.S. : She did a fairly decent job.





Sway

3 06 2007

‘Sway’ is my all time favorite slow dance number by Rosemary Clooney.. Must be my first brush with traditional pop music, yet I love the way this song goes.. mmm…

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me
Make me sway
Like the lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close
Sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me
Sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me
Sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I grow weak

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before
It begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth
Sway me now

Quien sera el que me quiere a mi
Quien sera
Quien sera
Quien sera el que me de su amor
Quien sera
Quien sera

I can hear the sound of violins
Long before
It begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth
Sway me now

Sway me smooth, Sway me now!





The Grind Of Group Discussions!

2 06 2007

It’s been almost four years since I went through the typical MBA grind of group discussions and interviews. The irony of life is that I went through more GDs to get into a B-School than to find a job! Those 3rd year and 4th year of engineering were days of quite tension and light excitement.. Attending CAT coaching, writing GRE test classes, engaging in debates for the heck of it.. Cracking that CAT is terrorizing enough, yet one has to live with the agonizing preparations of GDs and PIs too..

I still remember my first GD experience in TIME coaching classes of Hyderabad. Its one of those training classes and my faculty pulled me into that exhibition fish bowl along with eleven another to be the bakras where the other folks had the pleasure of that live performance. I still remember my first attempt of courage when I started off the discussion by announcing the topic and the tongue-tied way in which I sat with a stupid expression only to be mocked by the facilitator! I must say that it did wonders to my ego and I never kept shirking away from saying something sensible ever again. Yet, oddly enough, it did generate a healthy disrespect for those fish market kind of GD settings. You either end up feeling rattled or queerly unsettled.

One can really judge ones’ behavior from the way he/she carries oneself in the GDs. Some people wear their heart on sleeve, and for some, its sleeve on heart.. You can meet your Mr. Hitler personified or Ms. Goody Two Shoes out there.. One may run out of things to talk on, or you may not even get a chance to make a presence. There is quite an amount of luck that comes in and your mood plays a huge role too.. Don’t let that influence you, as picking people out of a GD is a highly subjective matter.. More often than not it depends hugely on the evaluator and his priorities. Some may prefer the calm and sensible types while some may look for warm and aggressive people. Be assertive, and not pushy. Give chance to the other person, yet not at the cost of yours.. Be a great listener and add value to the discussion.. Whatever may be the outcome, take it in your stride. Remember always, it’s your attitude that turns the tide in your favor!





The Great Indian Family!

1 06 2007

Today I chanced to see Om Jai Jagdish, a hindi movie that’s centered on the love and affection among three brothers (Om, Jai and Jagdish) in a highly romantic Indian setting. It’s a beautifully crafted Indian movie, which brings out the positive and the idealistic side of a principled family whose love and affection for one another is second to none. Waheeda Rahman is a widow who brings up her three sons in her family estate with lots of love and affection. Anil plays the role of a non-imposing, ever-loving and self-sacrificing big brother character pretty well and Abhishek Bachchan practically lives the role of a carefree young brother. Well, one could always say that it’s just another feel good sort of movie with a clichéd ending that love alone will be triumphant. Yet, the fact that I have watched it a couple of times and yet I stuck glued to the television shows how much I loved that movie.

It made me ponder on the values that Indian family setting imbibes in an Individual. Also, this movie highlights the attachment that a family has for the family home. It rings quite true for me, as when you grow up or live in a house which we call home, its not just brick and mortar anymore. It houses our fond memories and is a living reminder of the beautiful joys in life.

Its true that there is subtle politics that comes into play in a joint family kind of environment, where one has to be socially correct and politically appropriate to those relations involving authority or power.. It could be your grand dad with a cane in his hand or it could be your mother in law with an indirect nag. Pretenses to be maintained, respect to be kept. Yet, all these people carry a weight of responsibility which may be big for their shoulders. Being figureheads or the actual Dons of the family, they may have to keep their family’s interest above theirs at most of those times. And they play it with so much ease, as if they are honored to live the responsibility at any cost! It all comes for a price!

I don’t know whether people in Indian family settle for one another. Yet, I know that love and trust comes so easily to us. We accept people in all totality with such gullible warmth, mother them with over flowing concern and ensconce them with love and affection. The fiercely passionate way in which each family stands for one and one for all is worth paying a tribute for. Long live family culture!





Of Agony and Ecstasy..

1 06 2007

Why those intense moments of agony and ecstasy have to be deeply personal? Why can’t we share those intensely passionate emotional moments with loved ones? Why would words fail us and the only company we long for is a deeply craved solitude? Why is the crow black!?