Thursday, July 8, 2010

I Hate Unrealistic Stories

There is a Hero and a Heroine. All other are extras. Climax is the lived-happily-ever-after end of hero-heroine. The role of extras is only to make things fall in place for a smooth(?) end. What happens in reality is totally irrelevant!!!!

Months back I watched Dostana and I totally loved it. It was a typical love triangle dish, but the comedy tadakaa was outstanding. Most importantly, the Dostana story is not unbelievable or unrealistic. If its a babe like Priyanka, obviously the boys will try to grab her by hook or by crook. There is no character just to fill in the gaps. I believe, the story is well knitted.

On the other hand, I IHLS a perfectly illogical film. Because its Imran and Sonam, they have to fall in love. Then automatically the Sonam’s fiancé has to stupid or boring. Hence, he wears idiotic fugly shirts and is a investment broker. Mind it, here the profession of investment broker is referred to as some boring and not kool kind of a thing. Bullshit!!!!!

Love stories are good, only when they are believable. Mr. Investment broker is a childhood friend of Sonam. He does tons of filmy romantic things to please her. But still he doesn’t know her favourite color (she cannot share her favourite color with her childhood friend?) and fails to impress her. On the contrary Imran (Mr. Do Nothing) irritates her all the while in her work (Frankly, any professional girl will be irritated by such attitude. Falling in love is out of question!) He cracks stupid jokes…and…and…I don’t even remember any other thing that he does. Okay, may be some silly romantic things, some sympathy-seeking things like I left my home (I did not understand its significance in the story at all). If a girl falls in love just with a bucket of red roses and some childish behaviour, and is ready to leave a years old established relationship, then she is too stupid to believe in as well as untrustworthy. And a boy who hates love stories falls in love with her…why? Because she looks back at him in a filmy slow motion in their first meeting and is beautiful. That’s all! Can this be called love? isn’t it just a physical attraction?

In real life everyone is a hero/heroine of one’s own life. And no one is extra. Its time the film-makers should realise that, now people prefer to watch real-life stories and not idiotic fantasies. Making a light love story like Jab We Met or Jane Tu is not bad. But don’t make a mockery of other characters. Let everything in the story be believable.

In short, IHLS is a complete waste of time (except it’s songs). It is one of those movies, which I feel should not run successfully on the box-office. Hopefully then the filmmakers will learn their lesson(?).

Friday, June 25, 2010

Up In The Air

Which can be a calmer place to write than 38127 ft above earth? Yes, I am writing this post on my way to Mumbai in the Jet airways flight. Its a direct flight from Brussels to Mumbai. So I don’t have to waste my time in getting down at some airport, waiting at the transit, again going through the security and once again waiting for the plane to take off. It’s my first direct flight and I am totally enjoying it.

I just finished watching Ishqiya and thought of starting Karthik Calling Karthik. But then I controlled myself. I am the worst movie buff one can ever find. In my last Emirates flight from Duesseldorf to Dubai, I watched three movies one after the other. By the time I reached Dubai, I had started convincing myself ‘No Gouri, its all in your mind. you are not gonna have the migraine. Try and divert your attention..’ But I couldn’t fool myself and bore the punishment of my stupidity. That was one of the most terrific flight experience I ever had. I couldn’t even eat the delicious food of Emirates. Ofcourse, as soon as I reached Mumbai I felt good and even better as I saw my Dad, sister and brother approaching me.

Although I have travelled quite a bit in last one and half year, I am not yet used to form an opinion about the airports. It was an exciting experience when I started it after marriage. I can never forget the journey to Germany, the Duesseldorf airport, Duesseldorf train station and finally the first time I saw that loveliest house in Oberhausen. Later, when I travelled back to India with Turkish airlines, it was an chaotic exoerience. First, the flight from Duesseldorf to Istanbul was pretty late. Then even the flight from Istanbul to Mumbai was extremely late. Even while coming back, it happened the same. When we reached the Istanbul airport, it was already the last call for the Duesseldorf flight. And like typical Indians we had loads of luggage in our hands (Don’t know when we Indians will learn the funda of ‘travelling light’). To top it, we had been to The Village the previous night and with the usual donno-when-will-I-get-it-again attitude I ate till I couldn’t eat more. Result…bad stomach…in the flight!!! Nothing can match that irritation and that embarrassment! And with all that heavy luggage and a disturbed stomach I had to sprint. Phew….what a worst flight experience it was. I truly wish, I never have to travel with Turkish airlines again.

Airports can be extremely boring, especially while travelling alone. My worst memory is of waiting at the Mumbai airport for the Emirates flight. To entertain(???) the waiting passengers there are TVS, which air news channels,  at all boarding gates of Mumbai airport. That day, to provide the worst experience, the Aaj Tak channel was on. Grrrr! What a bullshit channel it is. Either they think that, they can make good humour (which is an award winning overconfidence) or they just simply fool around. I want to salute the people who regularly watch that channel. What an incredible patience they do have! Coming back to the topic.. against my wish my mind was getting distracted to the news(?) again and again. Well, because they were broadcasting a very interesting news..how a MP (Member of Parliament) humiliated a government employee. He entered the office, called that employee in a very arrogant manner and slapped him. The news was limited to just three sentences. But come on…if it doesn’t sensationalise, it will not be Aaj Tak! They showed a camera recording of how that MP entered and the way he called that employee ‘E Kala Jacket…idhar aa.’. Showed once..twice..thirice…ok enough, I diverted my attention….’E Kala Jacket’….the loud voice again caught my attention and I again diverted my mind….’E Kala Jacket’…attention caught..mind diverted…’E Kala Jacket’…attention caught..mind diverted…’E Kala Jacket’…attention caught..mind diverted…aaaaaaaaaa….I was fuming. The way their repeating that scene was a bigger humiliation to that government employee than the actual incident!!

But I cannot deny the fact that, airport is one of the best places to observe people. At the European airports, normally the crowd is with light luggage, elegant handbags, comfortable travelling clothes. At Indian airports, the crowd is with a-little-bit-more-than-a-human-can-carry luggage, decked up women, big queues and so on. Once at the Goa airport, I went to the WC. There was one cleaning lady doing her usual work. While I was freshening up, there came a foreign lady. Suddenly this cleaning lady, who was quiet till now, started welcoming her and asked whether she can assist her in any way. I was shocked. This lady didn’t say a word to me,then why so much of a curtsy to a foreign national. I didn’t expect her to assist me, but this attitude of neglecting her own countrywomen and licking the shoes of a foreign woman was quiet disgusting. Probably her experience taught her the better chance of getting a tip from foreigners. So may be she was not totally wrong. But she was already getting a salary for her work, then she should have treated everyone equal.

So on and so forth..these air journeys are full of experiences. Although I can go on and on telling my experiences, I have to stop for the time being since my laptop is soon gonna sleep. I mean, the battery is almost finished. Three hours and one minute to reach…my dear Mumbai, I am coming!!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Brussels – Taking Good Memories Along

Today is my last day in Brussels. I never ever thought, I will feel bad while leaving this city. In my first visit, it didn’t appeal to me much. I was not very happy to shift here from Germany. Neither did I have any friends here nor did I know the languages to communicate with anyone. People thought, ‘Wow, lucky girl…she is getting to see two countries in such a short time span.’ But only I knew my struggle here. So I was rather happy to finally leave this city….till that moment.

Yesterday, I went to the Grand Place for some last moment shopping. This was one rare pla290520091799ce where I liked to be whenever I wanted to roam around. First the huge appearance of La Bourse and then the incredibly elegant square of Grand Place. At any time in the day, there were large number tourists photographing the fab architectures around. I too loved clicking my camera here so much. Yesterday, lost in my own thoughts about the packing left , I walked fast to complete my shopping as soon as possible. But when I entered the Grand place square, unknowingly I slowed down. I had loved this place so much. As usual many tourists were there. Most of them photographing their partners with the background of Grand Place. And that was the moment….I halted for a fraction of second and looked around…Grand Place, one of the world heritage sites…appeared absolutely outstanding with all the flower decorated windows and pillars. I sighed… ‘will I miss this place?’…a small tear popped up in my eyes…and that’s it. It was only for that moment, I felt bad. 

So much I wanted to write about Brussels. I had even started a series of articles on my blog. But writing reflects moods. Because of some sour experiences here, I totally lost the motivation to write. But definitely, I cannot deny the fact that, it was here I got some of the best experiences in my life. Like on that evening…

I was coming back home after a heavy workout in the Friskis&Svettis. I took a tram till Montgomery metro station and then came out on the Montgomery Square to catch another tram to my home. I could see the imposing Cinquantenaire Triumphal Arch from here. I always loved the feeling of staying near this incredible architecture. Every time I travelled to my home from Montgomery, the tram took a turn in front of these arches and I got to see a wonderful view. The beauty of these arches is not only in its grand architecture, but also in it’s huge back ground of Sky. As the shades of sky change, the gate looks different.

That day, as I observed these arches from Montgomery tram stop, they looked nice as usual. It took me some time to recognise the setting Sun at its left side.

16042010099 But as I saw, inadvertently I started walking towards the arches. Neither my vocabulary is enough to describe the spectacular scene nor my N73 camera was enough to capture the beauty. But as I approached the arches, I couldn’t stop clicking. As the Sun set, first it appeared prominently on the top..

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…then it touched the left corner of the arches..

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..then appeared in the first arch..

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..then in the second…

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..and finally it set

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That was one unforgettable experience for me!!!!! I had already reached next tram stop, Merode, and my tram was gone. There was no point waiting for the next one and I walked the distance of 1.5 km to my house. Any other time, I would not have even thought about it..especially after the workout. But that evening was surely different!!

Then came the experience of Tervuren, about which I have already written in A Wet Green Birthday. Tervuren and Grand Place were the two places I loved going to. Grand Place, when I needed crowd around and Tervuren, when I wished to spend time with myself.

One more very interesting site in Brussels is the place of Atomium, Mini-Europe, The Village, Brupark and DSC02809 Kinepolis multiplex. These all are at a walking distance from each other. Kinepolis is the largest multiplex in Brussels. The Village is set up like a traditional Belgian village with many restaurants. Brupark is a amusement park. However, Atomium and Mini-Europe are most interesting among these. Atomium is a monument with 9 steel spheres connected so that the whole forms the shape of a unit cell of an iron crystal magnified 165 billion times. Mini-Europe is the collection of miniatures of all the important monuments in European Union.

The view of Brussels from the top sphere of the Atomium is indeed great

But what one should not miss is the view of Mini-Europe from the top sphere of Atomium 

And then the Atomium from Mini Europe. The exciting part is that, one can capture many great European monuments with the background of Atomium

I even had picturesque city views from my house..of the snowfall…of the sunsets..of the traditional as well as modern buildings in Brussels

Even the metro stations of Brussels are unique. Every station has got its own identity, own character. Some stations with a cave like appearance, some with designs of mehandi, some with floral designs and so an.

I stayed here for pretty 8 months. But still I wonder, I have not seen Brussels totally. The typical tourist attractions in Brussels are many. But one has to stay here for a long time to really see this city. Apart from the great places, its also a heaven for chocolate lovers. The fresh Belgian chocolates are absolutely yummy and uncomparable. And the Flemish lacework…oh my my!!! Yesterday if I had all my investments in the form of cash, I would have gone bankrupt. The lace work and handicraft here can make women go shopaholic. The only unappealable thing sometimes is the unfriendliness of the sales women. Their attitude reminds me the Pune shopkeepers….’we have best of the things…take it or leave’!

I also had a very good time in Friskis&Svettis. It was some different concept than the conventional gyms. There were different kinds of sessions from strength building to dance forms. Every session had one instructor. She stood in the middle and we all circled around her and did the exercises. It was a fun time. I was surprised to see very old people doing all the exercises (sometimes even better than me!!).

And finally, as I said in my first post about Brussels is all about it’s experiences. Today, when I am wrapping up my good memories in Brussels, I made a new friend here. She lives just one floor above me, but I didn’t meet her in last 8 months.  And today, on the last day, I met her coincidently! While talking she mentioned her son’s hobby of collecting coins. So I gave her a Rs. 2 coin and Rs. 10 note and with a exchange of emails we decided to stay in touch. Brussels had decided to give me this gift of one more good memory, so that I do not complain about not having friends here.

Brussels…I do not know, whether I will miss you. But I whenever I will remember you, I will only remember the good memories..

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

My First Portraits

Making portraits has always appealed to me quite a lot . I like observing the people around while travelling. People with different expressions, different attitudes. Its very interesting to capture the moods in lenses. Long I wished to shoot a proper portfolio of someone.  Though this wish is not fulfilled yet, last week I gDSC02152ot two beautiful models for my clicks.

My sisters, Shivangi and Aditi. They were here on a Europe tour and I grabbed this opportunity to click them as much as possible to make wonderful portraits. None could have offered me more picturesque moods than these two bubbly girls! Later I thought, why not make videos with some music which will suit their personalities. After a lot of patience and efforts, I really loved the work I did.

For Shivangi, I needed some soft music. Aicha (English version) is one of my most favourite songs. I thought it would perfectly suit Shivangi’s shy and sweet personality. So I started putting her photos to the tune of Aicha. Oh my my….as I finished, I felt as if that song was written only for her…

So sweet, so beautiful
Everyday like a queen on her throne
Don't nobody knows how she feels…..t
hat’s perfectly Shivangi!!!!

For Aditi, I needed a rocking music. Because when she is around, life feels happening. She has her own opinions..she is rebellious.. and she is a tough girl!!!  Yet she is witty…very adorable… and extremely naughty. In short, she is a complete RoCk StAr!!!! And so is Alizee. I have been a huge fan of Alizee since long. It’s not only her voice that is incredible, but also her liveliness and spirit. And hence, I thought her song is a perfect suit for Aditi!! Undoubtedly, she gave me best of the poses to make a wonderful portrait.

Though, not all the photos in these videos are taken by me, most of them are. What I enjoyed the most was tuning their moods to the music. At the end, I was very happy with my work and ofcourse with my models.

Thank you girls for the lovely portraits!!!

Friday, June 18, 2010

A Wet Green Birthday

It was my birthday and I had decided to give myself a treat. A treat in my own way. An unforgettable experience. What could have been better for me than a day spent with nature..

That day it was raining like cats and dogs in Brussels. I just wondered, how the route of tram 44 might be looking in that beautiful rain. I had always loved travelling on that route. Tram 44 took us through nice avenues with beautiful houses and trees on both the sides, then alongside a calm lake, then through a dense forest and finally to its last stop, Tervuren, totally surrounded by greenery . It was indeed a treat to my eyes. I thought, I will just travel till the Tervuren and take the same tram back. I took my camera and proceeded to my treat.

As the tram started from Montgomery, I could sense the pleasant climate all around. Umm..I was absolutely loving that feeling. My favourite route was totally wet and looking all the more beautiful. I tried taking some photos, but could only capture rain drops running on the tram windows. So I just decided to rest my head on the windows and enjoy the outstanding wet scenery. 

As I got down on Tervuren, the astonishing surroundings literally took my breath away. It was a charismatic feel. In a magnetic influence, I came out of the tram stop and started walking ahead. Within 5 minutes I reached the huge big gate of African Museum. I had always seen this museum and the French garden around from outside, but never went in. That day when I entered there, I felt as if I was in a different world. Because unbelievably, in that huge garden there was hardly anyone else except me. It was only me and the greenery!

I started walking in and one after other, breathtaking views unfolded to my eyes. I couldn't stop capturing every single view in my camera. The huge architecture of African Museum was looking all the more grand and French Garden was spreading glorious lush beauty all around. I passed through a small lake and a tiny bridge. The more I went in, the more breathtaking views I saw. There were beautiful birds all around. As I approached them, they jumped in water. I absolutely loved their chirping. 

I saw a cute small bird and was trying to secretly capture him/her in my lenses, when suddenly my phone rang.  It was my Mom, wishing me a happy birthday. I was too happy to receive her call at that place. I felt as if she was there with me. As I was talking to her, suddenly I big bird came and fearlessly stood in front of me. What a curvy bird it was! Oh my my!! With mobile in left hand, I had to capture his/her movements only with right hand. S/he was beautiful, unafraid, and charismatic! After some time his/her partner approached and as they took leap towards the sky, his/her legs splashed the water. I really wish I could capture that scene.

Then I went towards the other side of the bridge. It was a beautiful path surrounded by dense forest of green trees on one side and maroon trees alongside the lake on the other. The trees alongside the lake bent down so much that they almost touched the water. Then I don't remember how much I walked and when I came back. It was indeed a magnetic experience. 

When I came back home and saw the photos on big screen, I was happy that it was indeed an unforgettable birthday! 

It was really a different day. Because later, I went there again so many times. But it was never so lonely. Of course the beauty was still astonishing, but the feeling of being alone at that place was uncomparable. Then I made this video to cherish my wonderful memories...the first ever collage of my photos and I absolutely love it!!

 

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Tenerife - Feeling the Enormity

"Isn't it a wonderful island?" a British accent interrupted my sleep and without feeling irritated, I secretly agreed to the lady, sitting behind me in the bus to the airport, for two reasons.  One, it was indeed a wonderful island. Two, listening to English was music to my ears!!

Tenerife..when I first heard this name, it felt like a name of a beautiful girl..like Nilofar or Senorita. And in the midst of so many things happening in my life, I got a chance to go there. Unfortunately, our trip was shortened from 7 days to 5 days for some reason and then again to 4 days because of flight cancellation. Nonetheless, we enjoyed our short stay there to the fullest. 

Tenerife is the biggest one of the Canary Islands. While our plane was landing, I noticed that, the inhabitation was primarily at the seashores and not much inside. Inside, it was a completely hilly terrain. As we came out of the Reina-Sofia airport, we realised, why it is called the 'the Island of Eternal Spring".  It was beautifully sunny and warm even at around 7 o'clock. We took a bus to our hotel, Los Gigantes and our tour in Tenerife started.

What was most noticeable for us in Tenerife, was the life style there. The houses, the shops, the hotels and even the people were so much like in India. The similarity was too surprising. The outside structures of the two storey houses were exactly like what we can see in cities like Solapur or Nashik. The open hotels and the signboards displayed on them made us pinch eachother to confirm that we were not in India. Even the people talked pretty loudly. The bus depot, where we changed the bus,  resembled Thane bus depot. Can you believe, I once saw the bus-driver spitting outside his window?!? 

Since it was a Sunday, we did not get a fast bus to our hotel. Our bus visited even the smallest village in Tenerife. In the first ride itself, I realised that I had badly underestimated Tenerife. I thought it will be full of hotels and tourists. But, to my surprise, there were quite a lot of residential areas. Our bus crossed one mountain after another. I remembered, when me and my sister were kids, we were going through a zigzag mountain road with our parents in a car. After travelling for some time, my little sister innocently asked, "Why are we travelling on the same route round and round?". It was a hilarious moment for us. Anyways! Many times, we felt that we have almost arrived our hotel. But I was still waiting for the beautiful picture of Los Gigantes I 'd seen. At the back of it was huge mountain and immediately in the front was enormous Sea.

 


Finally, after travelling for around one and half hour on the zigzag mountain roads, we saw this view in real and then within minutes we were at the hotel reception. It was already 8.30pm and the hotel manager told us that, the dinner was only till 9.30pm. So we decided to freshen up fast and come down immediately. Whole day we were starving vegetarian food. Tired and exhausted, we opened our room and then the first thing I did was to open the curtains...

Oh my God!!!! What I saw then, was completely astonishing, overwhelming, thrilling, fascinating..ufff...the words are just not enough to describe the feelings. It was just roaring blue water till my eyes could see. I was thrilled with the idea of spending 3 full days here. I could have just sat in the balcony to see how this scene looks in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, in the night. I always love to just sit on the seashore and look at the Sea. I feel, Sea is someone to whom I can talk for hours and trustfully tell all my secrets. 

While I stood stunned & bedazed, my stomach continuously disturbed my thoughts for some substance that can be metabolized to provide me some more energy to keep cherishing that beauty. And I had to obey his orders and proceeded to dinner. The restaurant manager welcomed us and showed us a nice place to sit, from where we could see beautiful scene outside consisting of a well maintained lawn and garden and ofcourse, the Sea. 

It was a buffet dinner and to our surprise, there was separate section of vegetarian dishes. The restaurant manager told us, the different kind of food that we can get there. As he came to know, that we are vegetarians, he asked us, whether we would like to try Canneroni (which I guess is a Spanish cuisine). I had never tried it. But on Amit's strong recommendation, I decided to taste it. We took some other vegetarian dishes. The menu was wonderful and the Canneroni was absolutely delicious. The deserts were outstanding. Frankly speaking, it is so rare for Indians (especially vegetarians) to get some food of our liking in Europe, that I never keep lot of hopes. Normally, there are options like salads, fruits, breads and at times, the deserts work like the maincourse. But in Los Gigantes, we indeed got delicious vegetarian food to eat. 

So as our stomach got some work to do, we decided to take a walk around. Los Gigantes is a beautiful hotel surrounded by mountains on the back and sea in the front. There were two beautiful swimming pools overlooking the sea, squash & tennis courts, massage facilities, hairdressers and two bars, one with orchestra and one quiet.  
   

We stood beside the swimming pool and could hear the orchestra. It's a different feel to see the sea in dark. Its outrageousness is even more intense in the night. It looks so mysterious and so entrancing, that its difficult to take the eyes off him. I thought how it must be when people thought that, the Earth is flat, her edge is at the end of the Sea and one will fall on crossing this edge. For a moment, I imagined going to that edge and looking down where exactly one may fall. The sky was full of stars. I remembered, when I was child I thought, we stay inside the earth. When I came to know the reality, I was suddenly scared of being exposed. But then I thought, it's okay, at least I am covered by the sky. But when my Grandpa cleared that misconception too, it was tough for me to believe that, sky was nothing but an empty space. Looking at the stars that night, I thought, when I believe Earth is just one small planet in this universe, I am supposed to believe what I am seeing in front of me, the ginormous sea, to be tiny!!! Then what should I think about me? And what about small insects? I am so hugely insignificant!! Once again I suddenly felt exposed. If someone looked from above, I was on a miniscule island of a small planet...surrounded by thousands of stars and planets. I couldn't see all of them. But they all could see me. I could understand why Yashoda fainted to see the universe in Lord Krishna's mouth. 

Phew!! It was too much to think about. But I had a very calm sleep that night.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

वर्देंची

बाइक...बाइक सारखी दूसरी मादक गोष्ट नाही! आणि क्रुझर चॉपर्स...उफ्फ!!

मागील आठवडयात लोकप्रभाचे मुखपृष्ठ पाहीले आणि वर्देंची या नावाने आणि त्या बाइकच्या फोटोने लक्ष वेधून घेतले. एक मराठी माणूस इतक्या अफाट कस्टमाइज्ड् बाइक्स बनवतो हे वाचून माझी उत्सुकता अजुनच वाढली. 

आता पर्यंत अक्षय वर्देने अश्या ८० बाइक्स बनवल्या आहेत. आणि उच्चभ्रू मंडळी लाखो रुपये मोजायला तयार आहेत त्याने बनवलेल्या चॉपर्ससाठी!  मराठी माणूस धंदा नाही करू शकत असा शंख करणाऱ्या लोकांसाठी ही एक चांगलीच थप्पड़ आहे! एक हॉटेल  मॅनेजमेंट शिकलेला मुलगा  कस्टमाइज्ड् बाइक्सच्या धंद्यात शिरतो काय आणि असल्या सुंदर बाइक्स बनवतो काय! एकदमच झकास! रॉयल एनफिल्डचा सांगाडा घेउन त्याने अश्या काही चॉपर्स बनवल्यात की पाहणाऱ्याने थक्क होउन बघतच रहावे.

गुगल केल्यावर त्याची वेबसाईट सापडली. त्यावरची पहिलीच बाइक इतकी मादक होती की माझी नजरच हटेना. बाइक तर अफाट होतीच पण मी फोटोग्राफरचिही मुक्त कंठाने स्तुति केली. पण त्या बाइकचे नाव मनाला थोडेसे  खटकले..वैदिक चॉपर

तिचा फोटो नीट पाहिल्यावर लक्षात आले की तिच्यावर काहीतरी लिहिले होते. पुढे वाचल्यावर समजले की हनुमान चालीसा लिहिली होती. हे मात्र मला मुळीच आवडले नाही. हनुमान चालीसा ही काय बाइक वर लिहिण्याची गोष्ट खचितच नाही. कल्पनाशक्तिची झेप उंच असावी पण चुकीच्या क्षेत्रात नव्हे. 

त्याच्या बाकी बाइक्स जरी दिसायला चांगल्या असल्या तरी वैदिक चॉपर हा मला व्यक्तिश: एक नको तितका आगाऊपणा वाटतो. अर्थात हे माझे मत आहे. तरुण वर्गाला ही बाइकही पसंत पडेल कदाचित. पण मला मात्र ह्या बाइकने अक्षय वर्देची दिलखुलास तारीफ करण्यापासून थांबवले.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Via Brussels - The Early Days

Brussels is all about its experiences. I am obviously going to share my experiences & perspectives about this city. And trust me, I indeed had so many experiences in last 6 months, that I totally changed my opinion about this city.

6 months? It still feels like I came here few days back, like I was in Germany just some days ago. But no, today is indeed my 170th day in Brussels.

Anyways! 

So our apartment was pretty compact. But the surrounding area was quite nice. From the 6th floor, we had quite an wonderful view from the terrace & living room.





(And probably from bedroom, which we could not see, because the curtain could not be opened.)







In the afternoon, I could take beautiful pictures of Sun from the terrace (I am mad for shooting the Sun. It's an amazing experience)

But I missed my neighbors in Germany. We had a wonderful landlady, Ms. Ingrid. Quite an talkative and cheerful person. A person who gave me an inadvertent support when I was newly away from my family. And here, I didn't even know, who stays in my neighborhood. A typical metropolis feeling.

We stayed just behind the Jubel Park. Whenever I stood in the terrace, I saw someone jogging. I always wondered, how these Europeans could run in such a chilling & windy weather. I would have stood frozen, had I come out in the jogging attire. I many times wandered in the Jubel Park. And it was just...a park! With some greenery & 2 museums. Again(!), I compared it with Nordpark of Duesseldorf. It was so huge and so lovely. I absolutely loved spending time there and photographing around. But comparatively, I didn't find anything much appealing about Jubel Park, except it's huge big gate with great architecture. But then good architecture is not something exceptional in Europe. Even small old buildings in Europe have very good architecture. I definitely liked the Jubel park. But at the back of my mind, I constantly thought about Nordpark & missed it. 

Poor me, who did not know this gate was entirely going to change my opinion about it in coming days with its beautiful stunning looks, which couldn't be noticed in one go...

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Via Brussels - The Welcome

The more I see Brussels, the more I feel like writing about it. It is one hake of a city with it's own colors and attitudes. It has always surprised me with it's versatility.

In May 2009, when I first visited this city, I didn't like it at all. The background was something like this...at that time I was staying in a small town of Germany, Oberhausen. And I was thoroughly impressed by the discipline, timeliness, cleanliness, mannerisms of Germans. On the contrary, Brussels was a typical metropolis. The mannerisms were same. But for discipline, punctuality, cleanliness...oh God, I felt Brussels could give a good competition to Mumbai. I love Mumbai irrespective of her problems, because it's my city. But I had some different expectations from the capital of European Union. I felt I was badly mistaken. I could not imagine shifting here for a longer period. 

I visited quite a few places during this trip. La Bourse, Grand Place, Royal Palace. The architectures were outstanding. Out side the royal palace, there was some small event going on. Some enthusiasts were demonstrating various activities of Europeans in summer. It was quite a fun to see that. 

But I don't know why the city didn't appeal me. May be, I loved Oberhausen too much at that time (and I still do!) or may be the metro stations in Brussels were too stinky. But while coming back, I was feeling relieved...

Well, time flew fast and soon that day came when I & Amit (my husband) permanently left Oberhausen, left Germany to shift to Brussels. It was quite an painful experience. We had spent wonderful days in our beautiful house in Oberhausen. We thoroughly liked the surroundings, the people. We absolutely loved Duesseldorf, which was just an hour away. We had so many good friends there. It was almost like leaving India. 

While leaving all this, we did not even know in which kind of apartment we are going to stay in Brussels. We had searched for apartments vigorously & later frantically! But could not find a single one of our choice. Because inadvertently every apartment was being compared to the one in Oberhausen and none matched. 

Finally, we decided to stay in a temporary apartment for some time and search for better apartments then. 

That journey from Oberhausen to Brussels was an nightmare for me. We lifted so much of luggage that day, that even a coolie on Dadar station wouldn't agree to lift. When we reached Brussels Midi, there was no escalator, no lift. How we brought down our luggage from the platform...well, I leave it to my reader's imagination..

When we came out, it was raining beautifully. I felt as if we were being welcomed in the city. We took a cab & started to end the horrible journey. I was still missing Oberhausen. The feeling of never being able to see that house again was sore. We reached our destination. Amit asked me to wait downstairs while he shifted some of the luggage to the apartment at the 6th floor. I waited. It was one of the typical old renovated buildings of Brussels. Not so bad. 

I was anxious to see our temporary nest. Amit looked agitated as he came back. 
I asked him, "How is the apartment?"
He said, "There is only one single bed to sleep!!!!"
......to be continued

Monday, April 12, 2010

लाभले आम्हांस भाग्य..

सध्या मराठी समाजात दोन प्रकारच्या प्रवृति आहेत.

एक त्या लोकांची आहे, जे मराठीच्या माणसाच्या नावाने नुसताच टाहो फोड़त आहेत आणि आपला राजकीय स्वार्थ साधत आहेत. मराठी माणसाची कशी गळचेपी होत आहे, त्याच्या हक्कावर कसे अतिक्रमण होत आहे, त्याला कशी किंमत दिली जात नाही, हे सध्या 'हॉट टॉपिक' आहेत. त्यावर सिनेमा काढला तर हीट होतो, त्यावर भाषणे ठोकून, गर्दी जमवून, शक्तिप्रदर्शन करता येते. निवडणुकीत आश्वासने दिली जातात. 

दूसरी त्या लोकांची आहे, जे असा टाहो तर फोड़त नाहीत, पण स्वत:च्याच मार्गाने चालून मराठी संस्कृतीला आणि वैभवाला जपतात. अतुल कुलकर्णी सारखे कलाकार, संदीप खरे सारखे कवी, अजय-अतुल सारखे संगीतकार, बेला शेंडे सारख्या गायिका, सोनाली कुलकर्णी सारख्या नृत्यांगना, फुलवा सारख्या नृत्यदिग्दर्शिका आणि या सर्वाना दिलखुलास दाद देणारा मराठी रसिकवर्ग ! इतकच काय सचिन तेंडुलकर, अतुल कसबेकर, अंजली भागवत, विक्रम पंडित, आणि यादी नुसती लांबतच जाते. मराठी बाणा सारखी संगीत नाटके पाहिली की अंगावर काटा आणि डोळ्यात पाणी येते. अभिमान वाटतो अश्या मराठी संस्कृतीत जन्माला आल्याचा. आणि हा अभिमान नुसत्याच वैभवशाली इतिहासावर आधारित नसून, आताच्या जगात मराठी माणसाची मान उंच करणाऱ्या व्यक्तींचा आहे.

कुठली प्रवृति अवलंबायची हे सर्वस्वी मराठी माणसाच्या हातात आहे, 'आपण कसे बिचारे' म्हणून भांडत बसायचे की या दिग्गजांच्या पावलावर पाउल ठेवून काही बनण्याचा प्रयत्न करायचा. 'प्रयत्नांती परमेश्वर' ही शिकवण देणाऱ्या आपल्या मराठी संस्कृतिची जर कोणी नासधूस करू शकत असेल तर फक्त 'मराठी कशी down market' अशी प्रवृति असणारा मराठी माणूसच!

Friday, April 9, 2010

The Aftermath Repeats Itself

I do not understand why every disaster in our country is followed by an emotional drama. Dantewada massacre was a horrendous incident. But the aftermath is nothing different than any other such incident.

Decision to resign is not expected from a prudent home minister like Mr. Chindambaram. How will it help the situation? Whenever such resignations are offered, it looks as if the person is there only for self-benefit and after the disaster, he is trying to be great by sacrificing it. A really responsible person will fight the situation and take the society out of the problem. But I wonder, there is no person left in Indian politics, who is courageous enough to bear the responsibility and take the right decisions.

Mr. Chief-minister objects to the language of Mr. Home-minister. He discusses the issue with Mr. Prime-minister. He will discuss it more when Mr. Prime-minister returns from his tour. He declares his full support to the central government to deal with the rebels. How nice of him! He is doing so much!!(??)

Meanwhile, Mr. Home-minister takes the responsibility..no no..not by taking corrective measures, but by offering to run away from the situation. After 26/11, Mr. Shivraj Patil resigned and Mr. Chidambaram came. After Dantewada, Mr. Chidambaram will resign and someone else will come. Rest will be jaise the.

I cannot see any difference between 'taking the responsibility' and 'escaping from a situation'. I thought they both were exactly opposite. But guess what, I was wrong!

After 26/11, lot was talked about strengthening the Mumbai Police force, providing them enough training, enough arms. But politicians talked, public listened and prudence laughed. Is anything different happening in Dantewada case?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Money can definitely make me happy

This news caught my attention today and reminded me of many debates I had with my friends, colleagues, near and dear ones.

Does money make me happy? - Yes, it definitely does!

And whats the big deal in honestly accepting it? Who says money cannot buy happiness? It definitely can!

The happiness is not only in material things. It is also in achieving the basic justifiable desires of one's life, e.g. education. Many people cannot pursue their desired education only because they do not have enough money. Once I had a debate with a friend on this topic,

Friend: We should not run behind money. If we earn money, its ok. Even otherwise, its fine.
Me: Do you think money is needed only for material things? Or in real life, is it really like a movie where the one who tries to earn money is of bad nature and the one who doesn't is of good nature.
Friend: But money is not everything is life..
Me: Definitely not! But suppose, tomorrow you have a kid, who wants to pursue medical education, will you be able to manage it in absence of good savings?
Friend: Ohh..I will take a loan then..
Me: If you have not earned enough to pledge anything, who will give you loan? And loan is not charity. You have to earn to repay it.
Friend: Well, although I will not have lot of money, I will have good friends, who will help me.
Me: On the contrary, suppose your friend asks you for some money, will you be able to give it without thinking twice?

And my friend was speechless!

I have seen many people arguing about the entrance fees in temples. Higher one pays, closer s/he can go. People say, "Yeah, what a bad time has come. Now, even seeing God requires money!" But it can be looked at in a different way. God says, "Endeavor to come close to me. Do hard work and then you will have the fortune to come closer"

Even to do something for the society, one needs money. I have a dream in life..to bear the expenses of a child's education. Right from the nursery to higher education. I will not be able to make it possible in absence of money. But when I do it, it will definitely bring happiness to that child and consequently to me.

But of course, I perfectly agree with what Lord Layard has said in that article,
"I certainly think that the relief of poverty is an incredibly important objective, but it shouldn't be done at any cost."
I only justify running behind money..legitimately!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Wish you luck Sania..

I believe, many of our fellow countrymen have forgotten that it's a democratic country.

The big hullaballoo, Sania-Shoaib marriage has caused really looks like some reality show. To top it, betting has been started on it. Our people will never stay behind in selling the emotions! This betting was something unexpected and awful.

But who has topped the score in all this non-sense is Mr. Srinivas Rao. Now this person has filed a case against Sania to forfeit all the awards given to her. A desire of publicity can really take a person to any extent. Sania is a star of our country. But not even she is spared of choosing her life partner.

I really appreciated Mr. Udhdhav Thakre's stand on this issue. He declared that, he and his party has got nothing to do with this, its Sania's personal matter. It was really great to hear something sensible from a politician. Especially after what Mr. Balasaheb Thakre had commented about it. Udhdhav making a contradictory statement was really something notable.

I really wish everything resolves with Sania. After all, she is the one who has made this country proud. Rest really doesn't matter!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Worthless Esteem

Today, while reading Maharashtra Times 2 news caught my  attention.
One was this..Maharashtra has secured highest of JNNURM scheme!
And another was this..Maharashtra of Death Necklaces!
Reading these news numbed my senses.

I have always been a proud Maharashtriyan. Proud of the Maharashtrian cultural, Maharashtrian traditions and rituals, Marathi language, Marathi cuisine and what not! But this proud feeling was breached for the first time during one of my visit to Dadar Chowpaty. I was standing near the Chaitya Bhoomi looking at the sea when I noticed so many broken idols of Ganapati, Durgamaa in parts. They were brought back by the sea waves. They were lying on the beach with other thrown away bhel-puri wrappers, plastic bottles and other garbage. I could not believe my eyes. I was thoroughly shocked! The idols, I had always worshiped and seen decorated with flower garlands and tilak, were lying down in the sand. The Ganeshostav & Navaratri was over long back. Now the worshiped idols were of no use, they did not churn huge amount of money, the wishes were already asked and the returns were already promised for the next festivals. In the meantime, who cared??

Today when I look at Maharashtra, I feel even more overwhelmed with grief. Maharashtra can be one of the perfect examples of biggest problem in India..no no, it's not corruption or poverty..it's the unending, ever increasing and well maintained Inequality. Invest huge amounts in the urban development(?) and completely ignore the real needy areas..completely ignore the environmental issues like this...don't even think about all inclusive development..let me fill my pockets first, let them overflow like anything...let people go to hell!!!!

Divide & Rule! Let there be some areas who will demonstrate how India is shining, but obviously there should be some people, some areas, some issues on which next election promises will be preyed. Meanwhile, there is a lot to engage the public...there are daily soaps..reality shows..celebrity marriages and just so many things!

When there was a terror attack on Mumbai or Pune, it caught the attention of all media & public. But what about the never-ending problems of farmers. The farmer suicides have become a routine??? Routine??? What can be more horrifying than this? What about the constant terror under which they are living(?)? The terror threat is not only from the terrorists, but there is a bigger one from those.. whom we have elected to make the right decisions.. on our behalf.. off our hard earned money..who spend all their intelligence & energy either in filling their pockets or licking the shoes of big fishes! And we, the city people, staying under a shell of 'feel good' factor, have no time and energy to think about other fellow countrymen!

I perfectly agree with Mr. Sarang Darshane..when the people in a state cannot be kept alive, all the progress, the celebrations and ultimately the proud feeling is worthless!!

Monday, February 22, 2010

Linguistically Alien? No big deal!!

How does it feel, when one cannot understand the language of people around? Well, when I first came to Germany for a short trip, I had just learned a very basic level of Deutsch language. I loved Germany not only because it is a very beautiful country, but also because I loved Deutsche Sprache. I must thank Goethe for developing this love. They taught it so beautifully, that I felt like a child, whose mind is blank & open for the new learning. I never thought that, learning something right from the scratch at the age of 26 would be any kind of fun. But it was! Then the trip to Germany, immediately after my first level, was quite a experience for me. Being a beginner, I tried judging whether I can understand how the natives speak.

Later while I stayed in Germany for a longer period and studied the language further, I enjoyed my improvement in Deutsch. Our language class was a good mixture of different nationalities, with hardly any English speaking people. So neither did I understand their Turkish or Thai or Serbian or Kazakh language, nor did they understand mine (except a few words like 'chai' or 'Shahrukh Khan'). So I had to communicate in German to talk to them. It helped us all to better our Deutsch.

Now when I have shifted to Brussels, I am surrounded by Dutch or French people. I can't even make out the difference between these two languages at times. The language which I feel is Dutch is sometimes French and vice versa. Sometimes, when I am standing on a station or a bus stop, people come to me and start asking something probably about the next train or the route or I don't know what! And my reaction is like, 'Ok, forget your question; I can't even recognise which language you are speaking!!!' Phew!

I felt relived when I got English speaking friends in Germany and now in Brussels. But then I thought did I really feel alien, just because I could not understand the languages. Well, not really! As far as language is concerned, I did not feel any huge difference in my life. Living in a cosmopolitan city like Mumbai, I always faced many alien languages. For example, in packed local of Mumbai, daily I travelled with a mixture of groups who talked in their respective mother tongues. Now the same question would have come to my mind, if a south Indian asked me a question in his/her mother tongue. I would have thought, 'Ok, is it Malyali or Tamil or Telegu...anyways I understand none of them!'  Growing up with many languages around, my mind inadvertently became used to alien languages.

Its kind of fun to face so many languages and feel their huge diversity. But more incredible is the language of gestures, which is universal! Although, one cannot understand the language, its not very difficult to interpret the meaning with the help of gestures.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

As innocent as a feather...

The feather shown at the start and end of Forrest Gump has been interpreted in many ways by many great people including Tom Hanks. That feather is something that mesmerises without any magic, just by its lightness, its calmness, its soothing beauty.

What does it really symbolise?

I feel it symbolises innocence. It symbolises trust. It symbolises a life without worries...

It flies in the air..touching down here & there..taking a leap to hug the sky..coming back again without asking why!

It does not ask the wind back, whether it is the right path, whether they are flying the right way. It follows the wind like a baby follows mother.. doubtlessly. It shows how peaceful life can be with a doubtless mind.. when life is taken as it comes.. when there is a trust.

Perchance it lands on the feet of Forrest. Takes rest in his book for some time. Does not complain when accidentally falls down. Just like that...starts flying again!

It does not make claims to decide its own destiny. It does not feel overwhelmed when it kisses the sky..neither does it feel shattered when it reaches the ground. It is just happy...happy in its own world.......