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So did you guys watch Raavan yet? While we were still debating as to whether we should watch Raavan or Raavanan or Villain(the Telugu version), out come a slew of reviews from rediff.

One review calls itself the rediff review, and gives Raavanan 3 stars and the hindi version 2 stars. Beloved Raja Sen totally trashes the movie and gives it 2 stars, asking his readers to basically skip all versions, and another rediff reviewer Aseem Chabra writes a rave review, giving it 4 stars. Hain? So one person found it totally not worth his time, and another found it totally amazing. Now what are we poor souls, who actually rely on reviews to decide whether  burn their hard earned money on movies are to do?

Looking at the few scenes that are shown on the television, I want to watch it for AB and Vikram, but want to skip it because Aishwarya’s so-called acting(her making weird faces at the camera) scares the hell out of me! And I secretly pray(I know it is really bad to do so) that Raavan is not the big hit AB and family hope it will be, simply because I don’t want to see their pompous selves strut around come awards time, and don’t want to see them get cosy on stage! Yeah, I am mean like that!

By the way, do any of you believe that reviewers are paid by big production houses to write good stuff about their movies? One person I know never to believe about a movie is Raja Sen. Remember his reviews of MNIK and 3 Idiots? His gist of MNIK was that it was SRK’s gift to humanity and he trashed 3 Idiots. But most people I have spoken to loved 3 Idiots, and we all know exactly how many people liked MNIK. Also, do note that he gave Tashan 3 stars. Now the question is, do we really think Raavan is worse than Tashan? I leave it to you to figure that out. For now, out household is still confused about which version to watch. Suggestions?


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Duniya me kitna gham hain,

Mera gham kitna kam hain.

Every so often when we crib about something we expect to happen not happening, some  problems in life or something unexpected happening, there is some or the other smart-ass who tells us that people out there have bigger problems, and that you should stop complaining about your rosy life.

If that predicament holds true then no one really has a reason to complain about their problems anymore. If I am sad about not being able to see my parents as often as I want to, I should not complain because there are people out there who have no parents they can see. Well, those people with no parents have no right to feel bad or sad about it because, well, there are people with bigger grief than them, those people with bigger grief in turn are seemingly better off than some others etc, it goes on and on. Where does it stop? Probably at some village in Africa where this little girl has to walk 10 miles everyday to bring drinking water home, and is molested everyday by militia.

It is indeed true that there is so much pain and suffering in the world around us that our small problems seem insignificant in comparison. But then, only I can understand what I am going through, no one else can. I cannot understand how a third person can come and tell me to snap out of my grief because there are worse problems on this earth? What do you think?

PS: This is totally out of the blue, I am not in any grief 🙂

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I seem to be living in the past. Just the other day, I was thinking about good old doordarshan. And chanced upon an old episode of Surabhi where they interviewed an up and coming music director from South India, Allah Rakha Rahman. Surabhi was a treat in those days. When vacations only meant going to nani/dadi/ammamma/mama etc’s village, and not getaways to exotic places like Kerala, Cherrapunji or Jammu! Surabhi used to fill that gap for me and thousands of kids like me who liked to roam the world. Every week one of their “Team Directors” took us all on a journey that would send us into a tizzy. Oh and what about sawal jawab? How many competition postcards did we send them in pursuit of that elusive 4 day-5 night free stay in one of them five star hotels at those exotic locales?

Also, did you girls ever drool on Renuka Shahane’s delicious black/white metal jewelry? And her beautiful handloom sarees and salwar kameez? I remember me and mom talking about her pretty jewelry week after week, and my sister and dad being clueless. I also remember that Renuka was the only short-haired woman I knew who wore traditional clothes, and carried them off superbly. She seemed right on the cusp of fashion in those day, didn’t she? And what about Sidharth Kak’s cotton kurtas? He was the older, calmer anchor, while Renuka was the chirpier one with her colourful attire and her toothy smile!

It is a pity there are no shows like that these days. I guess when all the audience wants is reality tv and catty women at each other’s throats, there would be no shows like Surabhi.

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Hawaii, with its tropical climate, is home to hundreds of flowering plants and trees that we would normally find in India. A few of them being Bouganvilea, Hibiscus, Crysanthemum, Jasmine, Gulmohar, Plumeria(chapha) etc. We were fortunate enough to click these pictures while walking around the streets of Kona.

PS: All pictures courtesy of the husband’s DSLR.

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Day 13 – Sigh

I am not even half way into the month and bloggers’ fatigue is setting in! I love to blog, but this blog everyday compulsion is making me very weary. The way I roll is to blog when I feel like it, when there is something interesting to be said. So there are days when I don’t even think about blogging, and days when I publish multiple posts on the same day. NaBloPoMo, thus, seems like a not so good idea. I have lots of things to talk about – my favorite recipe website, posting pictures from Hawaii, Midweek Masala, stories from my childhood etc, but words fail me. So today is going to be just this. Cribbing about and regretting this commitment to post everyday. Tomorrow will be a new day…sigh!

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Note: Please skip this post if you are going to the Jai Ho concert in your city, the tour just began and he will be going traveling out west. Indian readers should be fine because he has already completed the Indian leg.

When the king of music is singing “Mitti ki hain jo khushboo, tu kaise bhulayega, Tu chahe na chahe, tu laut ke aayega” to a stadium full of screaming Indians, how can you not have goosebumps? And goosebumps was what I felt throughout sunday evening, during A. R. Rahman’s ‘Jai Ho Concert: The Journey Home World Tour’. And it was a Rahman concert alright! He was front and center, not merely showing up a few times and lip syncing to songs. He was right there, pouring his amazing voice out to us, dancing away with his crew, with keyboard in hand, making us gasp for breath with his piano and harmonium renditions. How much more talent can a person have?

The show started with Yeh jo des hain tera, and we all exclaimed that he is here to make us cry! How can you not, when the maestro is singing to you about your country? The country you have left behind, and pine everyday to go back?

Rahman and his crew belted out one hit after another, without any breaks, or awkward pauses. It was not a mere concert, it was a SHOW! There was one particular piece where all the singers, AR, Hariharan, Javed Ali, Shweta Pandit, Vijay Prakash and a few others I don’t know, indulged in a little bit of jugalbandi of various songs. When Vijay Prakash took the microphone and mouthed “Oo cheliya na priya sakhiya cheyi jaarenu na manase”, the Telugu crowd could not contain itself. It is an absolutely beautiful song and he did full justice to it, and was madly cheered.

The high point of the show was when the letters H U M M A lit up the screen behind him. The stadium went ballistic. We could not contain our adrenaline, and ran right down to the aisle and danced our rowdy dances to his Humma, humma, humma, humma, humma.

Finally he teased us a little bit by saying “well that’s it, thank you” and we screamed “JAI HO”! And what a Jai Ho it was, the whole stadium now not caring about etiquette and rising up to dance as one. The grand culmination of the night came in all the singers walking up on stage to sing Maa Tujhe Salaam, and we did too. And I bet there was not a dry eye in the stadium. The king of music delivered and how! I also want to say how humble Rahman was during the whole show. There was no hungama, and he just showed up on stage and started singing, there was absolutely no lip-syncing, and there was a moment when he acknowledged Lata Mangeshkar(no she wasn’t there) as the greatest singer ever, and that was sweet. He also did full justice to his fans from all over India, by including Hindi, telugu and tamil songs, and of course from his earliest movies like Roja, Iruvar and premikudu, to Jaane tu ya jaane na and Guru.

While you enjoy these pictures, excuse me, while I go in my corner and mourn my lack of talent and celebrate the genius that is Rahman, by plugging in my headphones and enjoying some HUMMA HUMMA!

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Day 9 – Marathi rhymes

This post is for the Tulika Blogathon. We grew up with loads of Marathi rhymes, thanks to ajji and tata. Here are a few that I still remember:

1. There is a rain rhyme in every language on earth. The marathi one was particularly used to make kids pray for rain. Sadly, a crappy remix song called Dhagala Lagli Kala, Pani Themb Themb Gala uses these lines. (the remix as such is not bad, it is the picturisation that I hate)

Ye re yere pausa(rain please come)

Tula deto paisa(I will give you paisa)

Paisa zhala khota(the paisa is fake)

Paus aala motha(it rained big)


2. This one is totally meaningless but sounds great:

Amba pikato, ras galato (mango ripens and the juice flows)

Kokan cha raja jhima kehlato (the king of Kokan plays a game…you know the one where two people hold hands and rotate themselves…..)

Jhim pori jhim(play girl play)

Kapalacha bhing (no idea what this is)

Bhing gela phutun (something broke)

Pori aalya uthun – ek, don, teen teen teen (the girls came back, one, two, three)


3. My ajji used to sing this to us whenever we were confused about choices:

He gheu ka te gheu, (shall i take this or that)

Dukaan uchluni ka neu? (or should I take the whole shop)

Phale god ki chaakhu ka? (sweet fruits shall I taste)

Dhule toduni neu ka? (or should I get dhule…no idea what it is..)


4. This one was for dinner times:

Chandoba chandoba bhaglas ga (moon moon have u run away)

Limbonichya zhada maage kaplas ka (have you hidden behind the lemon tree)

Limbonicha zhaad karavandi (the lemon tree has bitter lemons)

Mamacha vada chiravandi (but my uncle’s vada(open area in the middle of the house) is nice)

Mamachya vadyat yeun za(come here to uncle’s vada)

Tuup roti khaun za (eat ghee and roti)

Tupat padli mashi (there is a fly in the ghee)

Chandoba rahila upaashi (moon remained hungry)


This one is in telugu:

Chikibuku railu vastundi (Chikubuku train is coming)

Aaginaka ekkandi (please get in after it stops)

Jojo papa edvaku (baby don’t cry)

Teeyati mithayi tinipista (I will feed you sweets)

Kammani coffee tagipista (and yummy coffee)


5. Finally here is a twist on machli jal ki rani hain that my sister made:

Machli jal ki rani hain (fish is the queen of water)

Jeevan uska pani hain (water is her life)

Haath lagao dar jayego (touch her and she will get scared)

Bahar nikalo mar jayegi (take her out of water and she will die)

Tai ko dedo kha jayegi! (give it to older sister and she will eat it!)

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