Saturday, July 14, 2018

Colours on the monsoon sky...

Was passing through and saw the most beautiful canvas of nature...Tranquility!
Couldn't resist myself from capturing it and here iam sharing with the world!

Old gold hues of setting sun painting silhouettes of rain!
God's own painting!!

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

I have found you!

For our love to stay young and alive
For those beautiful days and sleepless nights
For you and me and both of 'us'
I have found you!

To love you for 
what you are to me,
To love you for 
what you have done to me,
To feel the love 
you have for me,
I have found you!

To live happy days 
and see you smile,
To fulfill our dreams 
and walk a mile,
I have found you!

To make you feel
how special you are,
can spend nights and days 
wrapped in your arms,

I love the way you care for me
I love you with every part of me,
For i love you with every breath in me....

Monday, December 18, 2017

Coffee at CAARA!

Taking up a cozy corner of CAARA, with Cafe Latte, a hot chocolate brownie and a book/or a lapy when i feel to how i love spending time on chilly December days! This is one of my favorite places where i can be myself!

A quiet cafe on the ground floor of British Council Library at Kasturba Gandhi Marg, is dream place for people like me who want to run away from bustling madness of the city and spend quality time of their own!

Unlike other normal cafes which would rather make your conversations meaningless with non stop music running in the background, the place has an unsaid rule of being calm and polite. 

You won't see flocks of lovers/friends/corporate haunches here, rather genuine book lovers, art lovers, English teachers and a few expats are more to be found grabbing a corner and immersed in their works. Such is a beauty of Cafe CAARA! 

For me CAARA is ambiance which it serves to me! Though it has generous space to itself, the seating is not conjusted, with ample of space to breathe. 

After IHC, CAARA is my personal favorite where usually i like to visit alone...just to be with myself. Soulfully peaceful and serene!

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Book Review: Dollar Bahu

Author: Sudha Murty
Publisher: Penguin Books
ISBN: 978-0-14310-376-9
Pages: 142

Dollar Bahu - The title says it all! A story with foreseeable twists and turns in an Indian household, when money, to be precise Dollar becomes an important part of their lives. 

A predictable tale of the way money hampers warmth in relationships and wreck lives of people involved, if the sudden riches are not handled with maturity. 

Author does not elaborate on the characters, rather makes Dollar a hero and then a villain by the end of story. Indian American Dream of a lower middle class family living in Bangalore comes true when the eldest son travels to US for a company project. It is at this stage, Dollar enters in their lives and starts to change relationships only to turn sour. 

The story revolves around how the eldest son of Gouramma, Chandu, manages to reach US, and through his passion, dedication and hard work creates a dream home in US for himself. Soon he becomes a favorite son as dollars sent by him pulls the family from rags to riches. 

Vinuta, a simple girl from small town of Karnataka, marries Girish, second son of Gouramma, and moves into live with her new family. Living through the ways of her new life and adjusting to the tunes of her greedy mother-in-law, Vinuta is put to constant comparisons with Jamuna,Chandu's wife and the Dollar Bahu!

Blinded by the shine of Dollar, Gouramma and her daughter, Surabhi treats Vinuta in worst of ways during her pregnancy and send her off at her native place for the delivery. Vinuta takes all the nasty comments and insults quietly in her stride and removes herself from the scene. The unfair comparisons goes on till Gouramma gets the chance to visit US for delivery of Jamuna and closely witness the American way of life. 

She learns that while Dollar can earn you easy life, a life full of liberation and privacy but at the same time loneliness and homelessness. She realizes that dollars cannot buy love and respect which she gets at her place in India. She wishes to go back to her home in Bangalore and Vinuta, but by the time she reaches home, it gets too late. 

Its only the end of story which is less predictable and more practical. Characters in the story are simple and easy to judge. Author do not focus on their private lives, rather demonstrates the incidents and behaviors of family members as a whole and towards each other. Circumstances and reactions to incidents constitutes this story. By the end, it becomes a short collection of experiences of Indians living in America, narrating their good and bad experiences of living in land away from home. 

One can finish it in one go. All in all, it is a pleasant one time read. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

I would find you!

I would find you
In any version of reality,
In any life, in any circumstance,
I would find you!

In any situation, in any life
This life or that life,
In hundred lifetimes,
I would find you! 

Through those sleepless nights
and restless days,
beneath moonless skies,
with teary eyes,
I would find you!

In warm summer breeze
or the cold wintry night,
In music of rains,
or in the autumn dry
I would find you!

Through the silent nights
and the gazing minds,
Through the midnight talks,
and in between the lines,
I would find you!

You are the weakest thread
and my strongest hope,
for the tears i hold, 
and the joys you serve,

To have it all
and all in all
in the hundredth world 
yet another time
to come again...
for yet another life..
to be yours and to make you mine...
I would find you!

I would find you,
Till time has time.....

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Rainbow of Life!

The God's own way of reassuring to the world that there exist colors behind the darkness of black and grey!!

Rainbow in the sky of Delhi!

Monday, March 2, 2015

That last day!

I looked at you
You looked at me,
for the questions unasked,
and the answers unknown,
I wish we could say,
on that last day!

It made me cold
the look in your eyes,
which could be felt,
but could not be seen,
I wish we could make,
on that last day!

The scribbles on shirt
and the shiver of touch,
the smile on lips,
and the missing beats,
to continue it all,
I wish we could say,
on that last day!

There were people around
though silence within,
my day was alive,
but something died,
i wish i could collect,
what i left behind,
is that last day!

Through unspoken lines
there were thousand signs,
wish we could see,
and made them realize,
I wish i could stay,
on that last day!

Though the time has passed
and we can count the years,
i wish we could meet,
before the final goodbye,
I don't want to die,
before that last day!


Through the mind of a rain lover!

It was about to rain, combination of grey black clouds and cool breeze was adding to the mood of weekend. I closed my eyes to feel the bliss, nature has bestowed on us. 

The face to feel the coolness of breeze, the wetness of raindrops, to experience the magic of silence admist the thunder and to see the beautiful colors beneath the grey sky. The peace is magical, the joy unknown. 

A rain lover..we find meaning of life in rain. To an extent of relating it to the peace of mind and happiness. Loving the sound of rain drops falling on leaves, the sound of rain on water, the thunder comes naturally to us. 

A walk alone in the rain take us near to the god, its gloomy and bright at the same time. Nature talks to you, comes close to you,to ask for the wish you ever wanted to, to cleanse your wandering mind and soul. 

You talk to yourself, to your soul, to the one which is hiding behind the worldly mask, the you...the actual You!!

And that you is different from what the world see, think and perceive, the actual You is like an innocent child, who gets out of the closet only to play and dance, in the blinding rain..where world is invisible and inaudible!