Tranquil Vibes

 

Tranquil Vibes

There is nothing more delightful in the world than the countryside. We ascertained this again on our anniversary yesterday when we decided to become wanderers for a day to   satisfy our craving 

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So we drove down to Karighatta the  destination in our minds .Even as we turned off the highway,  we were  driving amidst  paddy , sugarcane  fields and Coconut groves .We made several stops by the lush greenery and river banks , pausing  to imbibe  pleasant moments around small hillocks, patches of Chrysanthemum & marigold to savor  what we are missing in life in the city.

For me it was a joyous time as I soaked in  Nature’s lap .

Sometimes the most priceless moments don’t happen at famous tourist sites, they happen when you leave the beaten path behind and just explore.

We drove  down random country  tracks  as we imbibed the leisurely pace of life  and  enjoyed   life in the countryside for a short while.

In the absence of tourism & heavy human footfall, this idyllic setting where the cocks still crow and the Bicycles are 60 years old  ,will still manage to remain intact. But for how long? Highways have already reached these remote and inaccessible places, and the ugliness has begun to  raise its head.

What cost “Progress”?

 

Around the Bend

 Around the Bend

The Thought of many thoughts troubles me often . So thought of posting a few of my stupid thoughts which I thought will not let your thoughts go crazy. So here Goes:.

DREAMSCAPE

Expertly maneuvering the Phytonic Blue BMW X3 through the city traffic, he began to chat with the smart young man seated on the passenger side. “ This is the    Sheer Driving Pleasure I was after” “ Hushed cabin, stellar NVH”.- gearbox is a gem, is really quick”…….. he boasted & went on and on. The young man nodded in acknowledgement. .   30 minutes & 12 Kms later, the car glided in, the young man received the Keys and said: “ I am sure you liked the test Drive Sir?  When are you planning to take delivery Sir ? 

“All in good time .Thank you for the Test drive & the Juice” he replied. Putting on the helmet he drove away on his beloved Bajaj Chetak.

 

BRAVADO

“Yes, Yes .Yes”  he screamed “ my 1000th” . He somehow managed to control his trembling body. A perfect  job he gushed .  He treated himself to tea at the stall at the street corner while his Associates were  completing   their jobs. Finishing his tea the renowned stalker  clambered on to the  van. In his profession people are recognized by the number of ambushes achieved. Now 1000 it was. So he knew soon he would be recognized.  The poor mongrel untangled and bundled into the cage in the City Corporation Van  yelped ,

 Moment of warmth

Crowds gathered at the village Temple. Festoons, Garlands, banana stalks LED string lights decorated the entire street.  Rows and rows of banana leaves were laid out inside shamiyana erected on the open ground adjacent to the temple..At the designated time the villagers were directed to occupy the  dining chairs. Drums started  beating, nadaswaram &all sorts of musical instruments whipped up a cacophony of deafening sound . The crowds surged to have a glimpse of the Queen. She arrived,decked up in Royal finery on a chariot, and was escorted to the temple. Soon  she made  a grand entry to the diners’ area, She moved from table to table, The villagers reciprocated with folded hands.  Women wept holding the Queen’s hands, a few crawled from under the dining tables &  fell at her feet  She slowly made  her way to the chariot and greeted the crowd.  The chariot disappeared on the dusty roads.

 

 ‘ CUT’  roared   the director through the megaphone.  On the outskirts of the village The “Queen” along with a dozen technicians seated on a steel folding chair waited for their plate of    Lime  Rice and tea. Nearer the temple the feeding frenzy in the dining area was at its fiercest. 

FACE-OFF

He sat there terrified. . He was committed to venturing into Unknown zone. He saw the gun being lifted and aimed at his bare chest. No turning back now. After all he was the unquestioned goon  of his locality.He closed his eyes and prayed ” God make this quick &  painless”. Clenching his fists tightly he waited . And then he heard the humming of the Tattoo Gun as it moved across his chest making deft strokes.

I Again

 

I again......... வந்துட்டன்  

Oh! My God, see, how many issues have cropped up! All   because I haven’t written  a blog for quite some time!  :

Prices have sky rocketed, Super Star’s Movie has run…aaaway ! Scion of with a faulty brain-mouth connection has gone silent, Beloved Arjuna has departed,  Pujara & Shami are forgotten. “ M’haari chhahori” of Haryana is attempting to strike Gold in  more lucrative Profession,,,,, half of Wayanaad is now  mungimarikkunnu naad . Alright, OK so if I Write Blogs regularly will any of the above mentioned things Change?

“We,The people”  have chosen Governance of our Country & State. So, Status Quo it is  & Status Quo it will be! ,

Nevertheless I am sorry for this long Absence. It is widely believed (among men i.e) that after marriage one has to sacrifice the Right of Speech. But in my case, I think advancing age is beginning to claim my  Right to Write.  I find myself transforming into a Responsible(Ahem) சிறந்த குடும்ப தலைவன். Home,Home.Home is my set routine now. But, please nobody should even remotely assume  that I have moved mountains or   caught big fish   earlier.Having said this, I suspect  that Deepavali  fireworks will explode at close Quarters. “யாமிருக்க பயமேன்!’” assures Murugan  from  calendar  in front 

Earlier I could write anything I wished without hesitation. Not so now.”should everyone suffer this?”the question is asked. The way things are moving, like  “Shivaji Ganesan” burning on screen “Nakkeeran” to ashes in “Tiruvilayaadal”  with the help of a  ‘Fountain” fire cracker on his forehead , a lot of silly people can pop-up on the Laptop camera  and try to terrorize   you with fierce Stares  .Don’t worry. If you want to call a Spade (ஒரு லூசு)  a Spade ( லூசு) go right ahead. Just shout “Kangra-rations” brother “Kangra-rations” at the bloke in the camera  like I do &/or   use a Laptop without camera & block messanger!

 There is something that I am Unable to Understand.the noise about Bhagyamma For those like me who cannot understand the significance ,  our Tagaru, at peace with the Kanakapura Rocks explained that everyone holding hands should wear the White Kurta, Dhothi as he does. They should not worry about the little damages to the attire magnanimously doled out by him. Neither should they hide the defects (read holes).A few bold hands are pointing out that the primary function  of an attire is to protect chastity.  Can that be Changed? That is the whole issue.Every time the obstinate ram delivers attires of different colours to the faithful hands they return the same with complaints of  a large tear or loose stitch. There is also a murmur whether obstinate ram from Varuna  will himself  be wearing the same attire? Be that as it may, one  can only pray that in between someone will not sneak from behind and  snatch our Dhothi .”Bharath Mata ki Jai”      

And so this was it is. I am wondering if circuses still exist. I am getting  my answer the very next moment as  I turn on not only the regional  news channel. But  National Channels too.. For the last six months it,s been   Aishwarya Rai’s Divorce(Doesn’t matter to  them if it is only Rumour),  Boss’ holiday in solitude & the 21st century home-coming of the Prince of Iksvaku dynasty  to his beloved Saaketa on the banks of Saryu. One channel is even telecasting on their prime time( of 26 hours/day)  a show of 1008 episodes with the sole aim of proving to world that their channel has exclusive “breaking” (our head ie:) evidences to prove that the current landing  is many times more extravagant than  the initial one executed  by the Lord ,The spice  that they add to anything and everything  has just gone against them in my eyes. Every news is (heart) “ breaking”. Give them a mosquito  and they will give you an elephant. Such is their magnanimity , power of exaggeration  & sense of Patriotism.

TRP of One particular channel is soaring with a highly creative presentation of the extrodinary Story of Gangavva Bheemappa Haadimani  of Araligidad oni,Soundatti 591126, Belgaum Disrtict  who has vanquished   other women in   clashes over filling up water from a public tap.with her extraordinary  lung power & Choice vocabulary .She remains the unchallenged  Queen of Public Tap for the past 462 days. The channel is planning a grand reception to celebrate her 500th duel as a token of their “Appreciation”( read soaring TRP)

Sensing a chance, other channels are already releasing teasers of Stories like “Birth of a buffalo calf”  “ the night the moon disappeared” ( must be Amavasya, you idiot)  etc;

Now you  tell me, would all this be different, if I write blogs regularly?

Well, just posted  the usual involuntary, inane  wisecracks & MSG . it’s nearing midnight, 2/5th of the family has  gone out of  town today*.1/5^th is out saving nature from Annihilation,1/5^th my constant companion for the past 2 years is sleeping peacefully & me the remaining 1/5^th  just now posted* this and went to sleep.

To all of you, who read this and feel I could do with longer/regular  absence and to those of you who read this & smiled with the fanciful hope that I will  write worthwhile  posts

Warm regards

Madasambrani / மடசம்ப்ராணி

·       Actually didn’t’ post then, but posting now!