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Friday casuals at work
Come Friday, many folks sport a welcoming smile and equally sporty attire. While it’s not religiously followed in our pad, it does to many working in the official kingdom. For many around here, everything goes at any day. That takes me to this question. Does the outfit you drape makes any real difference in your internal and external representation?
Today afternoon during the holy hour(3:00), when sleep
gets to my head,I played this song, Dil Hoom Hoom Kare
-Rudali.In low volume, the melodious voice of Lata
Mangeshkar filled the bay. Soon I got messages from
colleagues to pep up the vol and to share this song.
I repeatedly listened it without knowing the meaning
and I enjoyed its soothing effects. Being inquisitive
about the meaning, I clicked on the information highway
to get the translation of this song.Found it right away
and the meaning sounded very romantic.
I haven't seen Rudali but going by the popularity, I've
to keep it on my must see movie list.
Dil Hoom Hoom Kare -Rudali
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Ghan dham dham kare, darr jaaye
The clouds are thundering, my heart becomes afraid
Ek boond kabhi paani ki mori ankhiyon se barsaaye
A drop of water sometimes flows from my eyes
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Teri jhori daaroon, sab sukhe paat jo aaye
When I spread (open) your bag, all the dry leaves come
Tera chhua laage, meri sukhi daar hariyaaye
When you touch me, my dry branch (body) becomes green
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Jis tan ko chhua tune, us tan ko chhupaaoon
The body that you touched, I am hiding that body
Jis man ko laage naina, voh kisko dikhaaoon
The mind that you saw with your eyes, who do I show that to?
O more chandrama, teri chaandni ang jalaaye
Oh my moon, your moonlight burns my body
Teri oonchi ataari maine pankh liye katwaaye
You are up on a high balcony; I have cut off my wings
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Ghan dham dham kare, darr jaaye
The clouds are thundering, my heart becomes afraid
Ek boond kabhi paani ki mori ankhiyon se barsaaye
A drop of water sometimes flows from my eyes
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Bangalore and recession
Recession a fancy term that happened to U S of A has turned it’s bitter face to Indian shores. Every day in the newspaper headlines of pink slips from companies far and wide. From the big giants to the small biz, this virus is fast crippling biz results in Bangalore. No doubt that the outsourcing capital, “Bangalore” is badly struck with the gloomy weather of recession.
I came to read news of recession some 8-9 months back and at that time I just fancied that it will never hurt our biz. But now all those dreaded illusions has come to our backyard.
Recession in Bangalore
From my keen observation in the life around Bangalore I’ve seen define change in the buzzling malls. Yes, more than shopping malls the recession bug had hit in a big way at the reality Industry.
But recession is not all that bad news to me. Often I have cribbed about the rising apartment rates and rental charges in Bangalore. And now I find some solace in the news that reality sector is hit and I’m glad that I’m not a property dealer. This credit crunch has put on brakes on the spiraling reality prices which Bangalore has witness over the past 5 years. A good pause of growth is fine for a any sector and to put slight brakes on rising greed in our citizens.
Along with the stalled prices of real estate I would like to see lower rates for rent. This is something which is yet to come in a big way. Even now these shady brokers insist that apartment rates are still on the highs. A two bedroom house in Koramangala still fetches across 10K and even a single bedroom dingy houses owners expect a good 6 or 7 K.
Another visible sign of recession in Bangalore is lower attendance in the new age coffee joints. Thin crowds of cuppochino cowboys and girls is another index to go by about the lower spending from these yuppie crowd.
Opportunity does exist in recession:
All is not lost for companies that work to serve for global economies. Recession is a good time for more small business to provide vital biz saving services at a lower cost. It’s also time for Indian business to look closely at customer’s satisfaction as a key matrices to jingle their cash registers.
Received an interesting poster and thought I share it with fellow bloggers. It’s all about protection and all well pictured in here. Yes, it’s in your hands, carry it around.
Good day my friends, start with a good workout and so goes my aging philosophy. Today after a long break, I got up early and drove into the chill December weather of Bangalore.
While I reached my favorite park at CMH road, I took no time to plug in my digital player. I started my walk with the song “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac, from my cute Creative MP3 player( Zen Stone). One time it was my dream to carry a tiny digital device and walk with the music and now I’m living that little big dream.
Dreams do surpass our wish list and that cycle goes on till we turn to nothingness.
Coming back to my time well spend in the park, the first thing I figure out is to spot the regulars. Today the crowd was thin; probably the chill weather has glued them inisde their cozy blankets. Most of the regulars bore their usual boring expression and I joined in the same group. As I moved with my beer belly, I was further disappointed with the less number of fairer sex in this green park. Well, it is the presence of live wires in park that peps my saggy walking rhythm to a livelier beat.
In the end of my 45 mts walk, I was feeling far better, far confident to take on the day. As I rode my way back home, I resolved for the umpteenth time to carry this routine to kick start a great morning and hopefully step on to a great day at work.
Let me end the post with a quote “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer”.
It’s Friday night, a day of redemption from the work and the chaotic life. My usual sortiies on Friday night takes me to some popular joints around Koramnagala. The pub that I frequent are Purple Haze or Legends of Rock or I drive all the way to “Tavern “at Church street.
While at these joints, I have the usual cup of barley water and sync with the music of the house. Purple haze is more vibrant with young group and I stand near the DJ and watch the song tracks in their flat screens. These folks go by the regular set of numbers.
The songs that I like to hear on a Friday night from Purple Haze are: Janis Joplin ” Mercedes Benz“, Queen | I Want To Break Free, R.e.m. – Loosing My Religion, THE DOORS – L.A. WOMAN .
Tavern Inn
One good thing of “Tavern” pub is about the crowd and ambiance. From my regular visits I know couple of folks here and I get some consideration as a regular. A friendly nod and good service : ). From what I infer about regulars in Purple Haze, I get a feeling that most of the freaks are into some creative job like mine…
Smoking and women – Pub breeds in Bangalore
The fairer sex who land in Tavern with their cowboy’s tend to look more matured. I liked them most when they smoke. Before the ban on smoking came, Tavern was a heaven for smokers. In my visits to Tavern, I stand next to the bar counter and watch how the ladies puff the smoke out of their system.
I’m one of the kind of a kinky voyeur when it comes to watching women while they smoke. Yes, I do like to see women smoke. Sometimes I wonder if they are making a bold statement or just they are just copy cats!! Very few of my female friends smoke and I don’t have a smoking partner to go for a pub date. Bad. I wish I had one!!
Time is hovering around 11:00 and I’m too late to hit any pubs. Thanks to the 11:00 deadline imposed by our elected and idotic politicians.
Now it’s time to take off from work and head for my home, sweet home. It’s the only place I know of, that can take care of my aching body and tired soul.
I look forward to a fruitful weekend.
Kunnukuzhy ( R C Junction ) , is a popular junction in the heart of Trivandrum city. This is where I’ve spent the best part -the most creative and the wasted part of my life.
My great grandfathers and their offsprings were one of the earlier inhabitants of this locality. The earlier generation has its roots in these localities and many of our ancestral properties spread around this pin code #695037. At one time, probably in the 60’s or 70’s, my relatives had many houses here, but as years went by, due to necessity they sold it. with it, we lost very beautiful houses and the address.
Old name for Kunnukuzhy
Kunnukuzhy was earlier called as “Pakouttuvilla” (not spelled right). I’m not sure how and why it was called as “Pakouttuvilla”. As for the name Kunnukuzhy, I think it was coined due to its peculiar terrain (ups and down).
Old life in Kunnukuzhi
Treading back to the old life, Kunnukuzhi holds many tales. I remember old folks say about a place near the current AKG center used to be the waste dump yard for scavengers. I also head that many Anglo Indian Community lived in Kunnukuzhi locality and old timers tell that in the evenings, passers could hear the English songs from their Gramophones.
Well, time has moved forward, many Anglo Indians moved to western shores, the scavengers too were made redundant with changes in sanitation.
There is another junction with a name Gas house junction. I think that building is long gone and how it has the Hassan Marikar Hall.
Facilities, landmarks in and around Kunnkuzhy junction, as I see it
This post is dull without pics of these places. Gimme more time for pics to be uploaded. Next time I visit Trivandrum, I’ll capture the essence of Kunnukuzhy. Let me hope that my pics will bring back the myriad life around different hot spots in Kunnukuzhy where I had many a fleeting moments.
Have you ever had a Biriyani or mutton biriyani from any of the Indian Coffee houses from Kerala. Seeing this pic, I get homesick and I feel I’m so far away from a well made kerala Biriayani.
Sitting in Bangalore, I’m thinking if I ever had any of these heavy weights. I’ve taken umpteen cups of coffee and tea but no recollection of biriyani.
Out of the blue I get a feeling and longing for a mutton biriyani, esp the ones you get Azad or even a Coffee house Biriyanni . If Wishes were Horses ……
Currently at a home away from home, a distance of 500 miles separate me from savoring a good looking biriyani.
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