I dunno what's enticing in this song...but yeah...right now addicted to it.As the song and its lovely picturisation still haunt me...I feel great to have made the decision to go for "Shivaji"...after a long contemplation.
ARR's magic and the lilting tamil lyrics do make a great combination sometimes. Tamil lyrics never fail to mesmerise me...probably it's the charm of the unknown.
As I scare people here with my obesession...it goes in a loop in my mind..."Sahana Saral Thoovutho..."
Sunday, 24 June 2007
Saturday, 23 June 2007
In the 'K'ampus...
It's just been four days now at IIMK but the feelings and the familiarity make it seem otherwise. The academic atmosphere has set in quite early...Each night the notice boards at the mess and the hostel are crowded. Curious students wondering what's in for the next day...who's addressing us to which material to collect at what time...I've probably never seen notice boards get such attention.
Academic discipline and efforts are stressed in almost every address during the three day induction.
First day of our classes began today. A class that is supposedly the introduction to case study analysis...apparently didn't seem to be an introductory class. We were up until 1.30 -2, the previous night analysing the case scheduled for the today.
Motivation, I realised could come from any source...sometimes from someone you'd least prefer. But I was lucky enough that though the realisation came in later, the cue was taken much earlier.The effect was that the confidence levels rose to wipe out the insecurities.To be put simply, it got me the attention of one of the toughest-to-be-pleased prof.It brings in an urge to do better.
And as learning takes off formally from Monday, there would be lesser periods of inactivity. Library would still be my address at K...but probably "Two Alone and Two Together" would have to give way to MA, OB and stuff...
One thing that I've realised is ...Time here never flies by...we are made to live and remember each moment's learning.
Academic discipline and efforts are stressed in almost every address during the three day induction.
First day of our classes began today. A class that is supposedly the introduction to case study analysis...apparently didn't seem to be an introductory class. We were up until 1.30 -2, the previous night analysing the case scheduled for the today.
Motivation, I realised could come from any source...sometimes from someone you'd least prefer. But I was lucky enough that though the realisation came in later, the cue was taken much earlier.The effect was that the confidence levels rose to wipe out the insecurities.To be put simply, it got me the attention of one of the toughest-to-be-pleased prof.It brings in an urge to do better.
And as learning takes off formally from Monday, there would be lesser periods of inactivity. Library would still be my address at K...but probably "Two Alone and Two Together" would have to give way to MA, OB and stuff...
One thing that I've realised is ...Time here never flies by...we are made to live and remember each moment's learning.
The First Few Impressions...
Where would you find a large family room at a hotel in the commercial heart of the city...for Rs 370/- a day... Welcome to Kozhikode...
Honesty, Simplicity and Hospitality...are not anymore rare virtues here... they are a part of life...
I realised probably for the first time...how people could live a contented life at enviable standards...gluttony and commercialism are unheard of...people charge aptly for the sevices they offer...and quality of the service is unquestionable...They embrace their duty with responsibility and a smile on their face...
Work here is worship...it's not a routine chore to go through...right from the bus driver to the hotel attendant...there is a willingness to help people out...
Traditions are taken pride in...there are still movies made with a soul...and language is no barrier there(I watched one such movie on our way to Guruvayur)...
Strangely abundance doesn't make them overtly complacent...the value of the resources is always respected...
Far from the hustle of the metros...a land where virtues still hold ground...serenity and peace still rule the roost...truly it is the God's own country...
Honesty, Simplicity and Hospitality...are not anymore rare virtues here... they are a part of life...
I realised probably for the first time...how people could live a contented life at enviable standards...gluttony and commercialism are unheard of...people charge aptly for the sevices they offer...and quality of the service is unquestionable...They embrace their duty with responsibility and a smile on their face...
Work here is worship...it's not a routine chore to go through...right from the bus driver to the hotel attendant...there is a willingness to help people out...
Traditions are taken pride in...there are still movies made with a soul...and language is no barrier there(I watched one such movie on our way to Guruvayur)...
Strangely abundance doesn't make them overtly complacent...the value of the resources is always respected...
Far from the hustle of the metros...a land where virtues still hold ground...serenity and peace still rule the roost...truly it is the God's own country...
Thursday, 21 June 2007
On Route to Kozhikode...
Din't know when the day turned 17th of June and my journey started to Kozhikode. It was a trip with the family after a long time. The train journey was lot fun...we found lot of time for each other...and sometimes silence brought in more togetherness. Momma, Bro and I were taking turns sitting by the window and staring out into the vast streches musingly.
There were times of activity...We would waitin for all those eatables (that Momma packed for our journey) to be put before us. Momma once seriously was peeling an mosambi and Dadda in an attempt to drive the a fly away...tossed the mosambi for a sixer...and lo! out it landed into bushes ...We couldn't stop laughing for minutes after watching it live...each came out with an instance of the projectory they got to see :)
Slowly we traversed through the brown patches of AP...into kerala... clustered with trees...sadly couldn't get a glimpse of gool old chennai...we passed it in the midnight.
Then with all our luggage (that we shared between ourselves to carry)...we find ourselves waiting for the train to Kozhikode on the platform at Shoranur junction. First glimpses of Kerala...persistant rains and inundate greenery and handsome Ticket collectors :) (always knew TCs as burly old men with inflated bellies)...
The journey to Kozhikode which as we were told would take an hour and a half...stretched to 3 hours and it was a ride through the greenery all along...Green was so glaring at times that I started longing for brown and black stretches of Hyderabad already...
Kozhikode welcomed us with heavy showers...as I set foot on the land that would be my home for another two years...
There were times of activity...We would waitin for all those eatables (that Momma packed for our journey) to be put before us. Momma once seriously was peeling an mosambi and Dadda in an attempt to drive the a fly away...tossed the mosambi for a sixer...and lo! out it landed into bushes ...We couldn't stop laughing for minutes after watching it live...each came out with an instance of the projectory they got to see :)
Slowly we traversed through the brown patches of AP...into kerala... clustered with trees...sadly couldn't get a glimpse of gool old chennai...we passed it in the midnight.
Then with all our luggage (that we shared between ourselves to carry)...we find ourselves waiting for the train to Kozhikode on the platform at Shoranur junction. First glimpses of Kerala...persistant rains and inundate greenery and handsome Ticket collectors :) (always knew TCs as burly old men with inflated bellies)...
The journey to Kozhikode which as we were told would take an hour and a half...stretched to 3 hours and it was a ride through the greenery all along...Green was so glaring at times that I started longing for brown and black stretches of Hyderabad already...
Kozhikode welcomed us with heavy showers...as I set foot on the land that would be my home for another two years...
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Lines that Linger...
I have been reading The Hindu Literary Review for the past two days and I chanced upon an article of Navtej Sarna..."past two days" and "chanced upon"...sounds contradictory???...yeah... such fleeting is my relationship of late with the stuff I read...
But that left aside... I am lucky to have encountered this particular article of Sarna.I knew Sarna only as the articulate foreign office spokesperson of Indian Government, but his article "Reluctant Writers" unveiled the avid and the exquisite reader in him. Probably I have been grossly disconnected from the Hindu to have this taken such a long time to dawn upon me. (I have earlier read a travelogue of his, which seemed quite natural of an official from the foreign office.)
The essence of all this is that I am in for some great read... from the "writer’s writers", Somerset Maugham and Graham Greene and “a writer’s writer’s writer", Henry Green.
Towards the close I quote Sarna's favorite lines of Henry Green...
"Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself at night, and it is not quick as poetry, but rather a gathering web of insinuation…Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers…It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of stone"
Another piece of news is Sarna's debut novel "We Weren't Lovers Like That" is just out...
But that left aside... I am lucky to have encountered this particular article of Sarna.I knew Sarna only as the articulate foreign office spokesperson of Indian Government, but his article "Reluctant Writers" unveiled the avid and the exquisite reader in him. Probably I have been grossly disconnected from the Hindu to have this taken such a long time to dawn upon me. (I have earlier read a travelogue of his, which seemed quite natural of an official from the foreign office.)
The essence of all this is that I am in for some great read... from the "writer’s writers", Somerset Maugham and Graham Greene and “a writer’s writer’s writer", Henry Green.
Towards the close I quote Sarna's favorite lines of Henry Green...
"Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself at night, and it is not quick as poetry, but rather a gathering web of insinuation…Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers…It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of stone"
Another piece of news is Sarna's debut novel "We Weren't Lovers Like That" is just out...
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