Remember this.......The India's Own Fantasy town Malgudi

.........................I was just thinking .......what men can do to leave something back in the minds of the common men ..... imagine if R.K.Narayan never wrote the Malgudi Days ? Imagine if R.K.Laxman never cartooned these pics ? Imagine if Shankranna never made this film..... Inspite of all those knick-knacks about where the best directors come from .....bollywood or the south...... no one would deny giving credit to Late Shankar Nag or Late R.K.Narayan for the accomplishment of the Malgudi Days........ Prbobably there would be a few and whom you would meet seldom who would ever say that they dont remember the Malgudi Days if they ever watched the DoorDarshan in the dawn of the Television era in India. Wish these Men of Honor Live for ever physically although they would live to eternity through their work.....

Hat's Off Gentlemen

Adios

.........what a life ...........what a city.....Diversity in a Diverse City

..... been longing to write a few things from quite some time, found no time, found no enthusiasm. Don't know if this would be the state of life for a long time persisting through the existence. Well a few things happened in the last week which did actually kind of shook me from normal....... after all normal is boring.
I was just thinking about a few things that happened the last week in the city I live in. The once so called paradise, garden city, etc ... Quoting this kind of an incident may portray me to be xenophobe or a man of very low tolerance. But it does leave a dent. Getting digressed... huh...
The north indian family down my street some time back in the last week celebrated the birthday of their kid. God Bless the kid... atleast the kid with some common sense and some civic sense when it grows up to be an adult. These folks quite affluent who could probably afford a party hall never did that instead they chose to block the entire street at their surrounding with a temporary tent fixtures to celebrate. Imagine a whole part of the road being blocked, people from one side aren't able to move to the other side...... a whole lot of vehicles of the guests parked in front of every gate. A few of them right in front of my gate as well. I asked a man if he thought my place was a parking lot...... he answered in a very careless manner "cmon yaar...chalta hain todi der mein nikaal doonga" I was aghast the way he gave it back to me. I continued further.... what if I need to go out?.....says he " doosra gate hai na use karlo yaar". It pissed me off. The first thing is that some one trespassing your property, the second thing being the atrocious manner of answering with out any remorse or a sense of apology. Eventually, it took some harsh words from my end to get the vehicles moved. For all these are the people who complain about the infrastructure in my city who don't even have the least civic sense of living in a society. I had head on with the head of the family which celebrated the birthday of the kid a couple of days later..... I accosted him and queried did he find it right what they did? The same careless manner of answering comes out " to kya? hamaare yaha aise hi hota hai" and he walks off... .... man is this some place to live???? is this some kind of behaviour that one exhibits? god alone knows.....
But there was something happened just the previous week which made me feel proud that i am actually living such a diverse city..... I was working up that weekend. It was a saturday and I was doing an all night shift at the office. My friend Suraj comes up to me and says " bartiya maga ulsoorge hog barona?" I was confused as to what this guy wants to do in the grave hours of night on a saturday in ulsoor? I asked him "en maadakke?" He said today its "Ulsoor Pallakki" . Born and brought up in this city I had never heard of this thing. I asked him what it was all about. He informed me that there were a whole lot of gods and godesses were taken on a procession and people from near by villages bring the gods of their place to assemble at one temple called the "Someshwara Devasthana". Apparently the legend is that it is an occasion of wedding of two gods. Hence there is a groom's side procession and there is bride's party of procession coming from the opposite directions and meet at one place to celebrate the Marriage of the Gods. Here I accompany Suraj and I am amazed . There is a pretty tight police security, a whole lot of policemen alert, one of the main streets of the city that connects to the M.G.Road is totally blocked. folks from villages are selling their goods right in the middle of the street. People are intoxicated and dancing away to glory to please their Gods. They've broken all thresholds of enjoyment. The police is there only to maintain the peace harmony and tranquility. The men are sweating. Their shirts are sticking to their bodies. They dont seem to be bothered. They just throw themselves to the pool of enjoyment. It was truly an experience. Amazing!!!!!!!!!
The next day I woke up sometime in the evening and I see i had missed a call. It was from an old friend. I call him back and talk to him. Casually ask him what his plans were for the weekend. He says "it's sunday maga... no plan, I had a blast yesterday" I asked him what he did? says he " Maga I was totally intoxicated, absolutely out of my senses and then we all hit a discotheque and danced my heart out. Man I was sweating like crazy. My shirt stuck to my body....I was stinking when I left the place".He says "It was truly an experience".
I just started wondering about different class of people. Here was a techie who earns really good who is also intoxicated, who is also drained his sweat by dancing to some kind of a trance music. Also there are whole lot of other people out there who are also intoxicate, who also drained their sweat out dancing to the tuned of local trumpets and drums to be more accurate the "ding chack ding chack" music and dance on the same saturday night in the same city almost close to one another. Should I say is this what you call "Diversity in Diverse City" .
Then the only thing that was running on the back of my mind was "Ye Jo hain Zindagi, Ye hi to hain Zindagi"

Time to go ....will be back with some more crap later

Adieos Ameegos