the great Indian traditions

Its been in the back of my mind , to speak out or not to. most of the time i keep quiet. sound good na , but not all true.
I mean what shall i talk about if no one is willing to listen to me, or am i talking all bull shit. its nice to take the stand of your own but think is it ever possible to break free, one or the other strings will catch you.

you don't believe how much my mom has paid to listen to the astrologers, ever time they would say sure this Aug or next Nov , she will be so happy God knows for what. at least ask the person who she is dong this for. but no never . hope is one tag that attached to every Indian , even watching a cricket match every indin has the hope till the last ball that India is going to make it , does not matter what the scores are I mean 100 from 6 balls too the hope will be there.

I have no clue what the trick of Aug and Nov for Indian weddings, how many of them tie the knot these two months. have to think that the golden time foe pundits and astrologers. worse would be to travel to Goa or kovalam after these months. Can you imagine the whole of north Indian couples would be flocking holding hands sticking , clinching and all sort of gestures. easy to identify as there would be chooda wearing hands.
honeymoon packages and Goa so in in India. what a season. seen bathing in the sun wearing salwar kammes and chooda all the time, thanks na not wearing bikini and chooda. what a sight it would have been.

guys would be embarrassed no na? proud would be as that how traditional is his wife. and if its kovalam the would move away from salwar and go with the tight fitting tunic and chooda. its a odd sight but every Indian mom in law would be proud .

and for mallu couples , going for a honeymoon to Goa , the man would think why on earth did i choose this place for honeymoon , how can i impress my new wife by not drinking, even though his eye balls would pop out in each and every corner of Goa. will be holding hands with the new found energy by surely planning for next visit to goa with friends so that he could get some relief from the bar deal of kerala. poor guys.

some times its confusing what the tradition is , to have a taste of fenny or to be with the wife.  holding hands just like the dona paula statue.

                       My first time experience on writing  started way back, when parents decided that the I need to do my vidya aarambham. That was sitting on the lap of some priest at The Guruvayoor temple from then what all I learned and unlearned my brain only knows. Kash if I was capable of retrieving anything and everything that went inside. Well well that’s not what I am up to today. It’s the keyboard that I laid my hands on in fact fingers on.

There was a time when girls used to learn typewriting after college, well I never had to do it, but had a second hand knowledge about the QWERTY keys from my mom’s elder sister who used to work as a typist, she wanted her girls to learn but in fact I got it from her.

The first lesson on asdf;lkj……………….. does it make any sense, but at that point of time it was sort of techno so as usual did not question. Now after seeing all kinds of keys , I do ask how awkward is it and people never complained, strange right. Does the QWERTY effect actually seed up ones typing, no idea. There was actually one more keyboard the AOEUIDHTNS one , never got to see that one yet, but the qwerty was the winner , still running and way to go. of all the awkwardness and confusion is that we learned the rhythm of this key board , and after all good ones type fast slow ones well what to say will always be the same. 

Ok now for my part , I didn’t get to lay hands on while learning but somehow me too got the hang of asdf..

Some time back Dad got one typewriter for his office jobs, no price for guessing who was working on it. Wonder how many sheets of paper I wasted and no one complained. As usual I was not successful in that but what I loved about it was the font, somehow I found it fancy and more than words I started to create images from it. And believe it or not I did do one of my first ever design job as I designed a gate with the font. Hope somebody still going in and out of it, without knowing all these.

Back to QWERTY, I used to describe it as asdf keys board while I was young. After the college days I actually started using the computer that I never had to use the pen and pencil anymore, still does not know if it was a good thing or bad. One fine day I was sitting for my design classes the teacher came up and handed over a pencil and paper, what did he asked , to write about the firsthand knowledge on design Vs art, he was so arrogant that was my impression about him, and to add more to it  he handed the paper back to me without reading.  Guess what next one week I was literally writing in between two lines.

I was not good with pen or pencil and not to say even with this key board. Can I be able to type without mistake, hope not? I did not find the keys but thankfully the keys found me. So that’s how I type. Very rarely do it look at the key board but If you ask me do I know all the keys , I don’t know. But the hands has got to the rhyme of the keys that’s how it works I think.

Even with all the tech what I still never does is to type in my language, what’s the reason for it, I still have to find one. Thanks to google translate and input tools I have still some connect with mother tongue. In fact I myself doubt which one is my language, obviously as far as I don’t respect to any language how can I master one, as I have only one that’s my silence. Hope someday someone will be able to read that, as for now I am using my key board to express myself. Is it enough??

I been using face book from 2007 and it keep on asking what’s on your mind? Will any body ever able to tell the truth, most of the time it’s what I want in my mind, so not so obvious reasons. One thing I found using the keyboard to expression than speaking is that , it gives more time for you to think before you type. If I want to say all rubbish then that’s what I type, feel good……………….

I was quite interested in graphology, it directly takes you to ones thought while writing, but with keyboard how will I ? define people with the font they choose , the size , the cases how on earth can I do so, how to check the pressure of writing, ask the key board………..

What will the keys have to say, well I am sure it hold lots of secrets, especially the passwords………………. The finger prints, what all…………………

The dots and the question mark, the plus and the equals, the shift and the alts its where the home and the door to  enter and to end. More important it gives the back space and the space and the option to select and delete. Escape option that only you give my key board. Here I am @ and in brackets, hope not to pause………………….have some space in between.

when moved to touch it became the KALQ hope to have some time with him too. After all touch is to impress and push is to depress.

Kabhi to voh much se keh rehe honge………

Kabhi to pooch bhi hogi……………..

Kabhi meri kuch to izzat kijiye

Hum ne aap ke liye kya kuch na lika

Kabhi aap hum ko kabhi aap screen ko  dekha kijiye

Hum saath saath hai par aap ki nazar hamesha un par kyom

Kabhi to hamare liye bhi dua kijiye

Kabhi aap hum ko pyar se dabaya kijiye

Kabhi aap hamara bhi kahani bayan kijiye

Kabhi to meri izzat rekha kijiye……………

 

dreamy

these days its raining and i am sick and watching loads of ekta. is it a good thing or bad thing but I am just feeling fine. kind of found my routine back on track. business economy environment politics and a bit of emotion, perfect combination for this rainy season. so far I feel great. system under control.
but one thing I am loosing or opting out of my life, that is people I know. I kind of feeling that I dosent know anybody or am I just giving it a bit of space to grow. no gossip no pollution just calm and at peace and i am loving it.

Our part

The bygone days we cherish and relish
Fights for the unseen unknown till we perish.
All well written and said long before
We just be in there for the part to play.

Touch of youth

The touch of youth is soft and subtle
It’s also have the shade of impiety and rudeness
Both the tones show fear and apprehension
That makes the mistaken part on its own

Love of the mother and yearn for the lover
One set to grow in the arms of the beloved
Most of it are unseen and forgotten often
The transit through it is painful and dreaded

Looks at all the newly lit lamp and oil it
As though you are the one who is desperate
Many a look I had in all but you
Now I use all the might to adore you

The touch of youth had it all in its part
Without which we never share the good
All be in my state I shall declare
I see all of that will be there again

We know it all

A worthy while that was before us
The golden light of five yet to come
Time stood tall, hailed as we passed
Silent the flowers flared with sunlight.

Trusted and hoped, no sings of decay
Those charming moments that cherish
The sound of pantheon church bells
Made a note to pause and leap back.

Share the joy of love and odium
Long before shades of gray lost
Yellow and yellow blossoms on
The pure heart that grieves for more

Shallow the thoughts that cherished
With all those who grew up together
Not seen, touched and heard for long
The memories were to be put together.