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Meandering thoughts………..

A plantation Resort

Its 4.45 ,the alarm rings you cant even bang it on the head any more as the traditional alarms have given way to sleek mobiles. You do the next best thing; you snooze it to go to the land Morpheus, alas the  mobile chimes again. Dredge up from the bottom of your soul the energy to get up……and start the day on wheels….different utensils and cookers on all the four stoves….gulp down something on the go……breakfast on the table by 6.45….lunch boxes packed by 6.55 for all the four of us…rush into the wash room for a quick bath…..step out by 7.oo in time to wave bye to hubby…grab a quick bite…..comb daughters hair….drag the kicking and screaming son to oil and comb his unruly hair…flick the comb through my locks once……gather the bags and the children by 7.15 and off to school. (phew…….)

well it does not end there, while the kids make their way to their respective classes I too make my way to my class( I am a Montessori directress). Take a breath out side to calm myself before stepping into face 34 boisterous six to nine years old and the next round of craziness starts…….you look up at the time…its 3.30 …..time to go home. Gather the children ,board the car…..come home quickly set the house right…… take a quick 30 minutes break….start dinner…..do the work out…..help children in their studies….dinner…clean kitchen….read for them……. and finally fall down in the bed after 10.30 exhausted. Morpheus is ready to take you into his world and the next instant the alarm whines.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

I visited Fruitsnbeans, a mountain resort a couple of weeks back.

“What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,    
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks    
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,    
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that    
tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!  “

Helen Keller

An  inviting cozy place in the Palani hills. It is situated inside the coffee estate where the owners have converted their homestead into the comfort zone for weary souls. Its helmed by a delightful host and the staff’s motto is, to please you. I have travelled to many places and in all the places that I have stayed, the guests are always treated well. What makes it different here is that the personal touch, its like staying in your grandma’s place. The feeling of belonging but at the same time its a place to chill. Right from the host to the last member of the staff, we were looked after like the apple of their eyes.

Though the stream that runs through had dried leaving behind puddles, it was a little haven of nature. You can go for walks around the estate observing the workers carrying on with their day of plucking peeper corn from the trees or pruning the trees. I was lucky as our delightful host took us around for a walk around the estate sharing with us stories about how the idea for a resort blossomed. There was a story about every tree that he had grown.

Oh forgot to tell you, if you are an avid bird watcher then this is the place to go. Being an avid bird watcher , our host could point out the local birds that were chirping around(For the life of me I couldn’t see anything the first time he pointed. By the time I figured out where he was pointing out they flew away…. After a few trials and errors I did manage to spot of few with the help of my hubby ,who in turn is a birder himself!!!!) I can list out a few names though I might not able to identify them again…the trogon which they said was a bird you see once in a blue moon. There were other varieties too, the thrush, blue fairy bird, wagtails, hoopoes, raptors, nut thatch, leaf birds and many more. You can sit near the stream and watch them take bath in the glorious water.  There are wild bison too and my hubby had a close encounter with one at 2 in the morning outside our window, he scarred the living day lights off it when he took the camera to take a picture.

It does not stop there , our friendly host made it a point to take us around his pick up truck to a couple of places to watch out for birds. I do not know about the birds but it was so dense that it felt like I was taking a walk in the tropical forest while an orchestra of cicadas performed all around.

It’s a place of tranquility away from the rush. Its a place to get up early not because you have a schedule to keep up but to enjoy the mist and the cold air by taking a walk. Its a place to walk not with a purpose but to enjoy nature and one another’s company having meaningful conversations. Its a place to sit outside curled up with book not to be completely engrossed in it, but to look up now and then to drink in nature. Its a place to rewind with your companion not only to enjoy silence but to share laughter. Its  a place for birders, for walkers, for nature lovers, for lovers. Its romance not in the traditional sense of roses and candle light dinners but walking, sharing and smiling.

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Its a place that can revive you.

Kavini

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Why I Love Bahubali…..

Well as I said earlier I am a movie buff….and I fell in love with the movie Bahubali….Well as they say Love is blind even though I know that there are loop holes in the movie and its a proper commercial film I love it. Instead of Prabhas imagine MGR( Yester year Hero), and Instead of Rana imagine M.N.Nambiar(The best villain of Tamil movie Industry)…Voila! you have the traditional story of a son taking revenge for his father’s untimely death, but, I love Bahubali…..

My better half cannot understand the fascination I have for this movie…nor many of my good friends(they give me a weird look). Once a very good friend of mine asked me, “What is that you like to read?”, and I replied, “Adventure, thrill, Romance, fantasy……” and his irritated reply was, “Grow up!!!!!!!!!!  🙂   Though I read a variety of genres today, I still like the above mentioned rasas in my books and movies. I cry at movies when its a tragedy or to put in a nut shell I enjoy a well made movie that makes me enjoy the romance, fight or comedy.

Let me list a few my all time favorite movies……. I call them as my favorite because, some of the movies,even after so many years haunt me.

  1. Mouna Raagam(Tamil)
  2. Kadhalikka Neramillai
  3. Anand(Hindi)
  4. Aradhana( Hindi 1969)
  5. Khamoshi(1969)
  6. Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
  7. Empire of the Sun
  8. Life is Beautiful
  9. Pokkiri(Telugu)
  10. Bangalore Days(Malayalam)
  11. Bahubali.Bahubali

That does not mean I am blind to the loop holes in the movies, I am well aware of it however choose to over look it. I do not go to the cinemas to find logic, we have enough of it in our lives.

Here  it goes …the loop holes that I saw in the movie

  1. When Prabhas runs up to the waterfalls after he traces the heroine’s face in mud(with the help of the mask that fell down the falls) he runs bare hand. HE DOES NOT CARRY THE MASK WITH HIM. It is clearly seen the song that follows, he falls a billion of times and no where could he have safeguarded the mask on him.
  2. He climbs up to the place in the waterfalls,where he fell down the first time, when he is introduced, he was drenched in water the first time but the second time around he is not.
  3. When the heroine attacks him while he is trying to warm himself, he is talking to the mask. Where did it come from?
  4. The heroine attacks him, he leaves the mask behind and they are shown rolling down to the place where they sing a duet. He beautifies her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(If only it was that simple in real life!), all of a sudden the mask appears in his hand.
  5. While The evil King invites the soldiers to his chambers to find out who uttered the name of Bahubali in his statue revealing ceremony, Prabhas is shown getting in the room without a spear and shield however when he volunteers to speak to the king he has one in his hand.

I am sure there are many more missing links like this like any other movie. In spite of these odds I love this movie.

  1. Amazing Graphics: When Prabhas jumps of the waterfalls, we know that its is not real but you want him to make that leap anyways and succeed. The palm trees under the Huge elephants in the Kingdom…..amazing war scene, though it reminds you of a few other movies……I let myself be mesmerized. We have never seen such mind blowing grpahics in Indian Cinema before.
  2. The Music: The music was awesome…….especially the lingam song and Dheevara song….I keep humming some of the songs ..the theme song that keeps playing at the background is such an integral part of the movie.
  3. The Cast: What an mazing cast..you do not see the actors but the characters they portray only…Ramyakrishnan..Nasser…..Prabhas…Rana..Satyaraj
  4. Story Line: Time tested saga of betrayal and revenge.Its got all the elements that is needed for a good entertainer………..Romance…..courage…valor…trust……..betrayal…….humor……angst what more you need…
  5. Rana: While watching the movie I was always in the dilemma….do I ogle Prabhas or Rana. He oozed out evil by the way he looked and smiled. A hero is defined by the villain, unless there is a strong villain the heroism of the protagonist cannot be showcased properly.
  6. Prabhas: Last but not the least one more reason why I fell in love with this movie is Prabhas. Be it the playful Shivudu or the charming Amerandra Bahubali he rocked. I have seen a lot of his movies before Bahubali and to say that this movie is his career best will not be an exaggeration. As the loveable son, charming Prince, courageous warrior, fearless leader and seductive lover , he captivated me( Well his amazing Physique helped…)

Whenever I go gaga over this movie my daughter rolls her eyes at me…..(as I am sure some of you would too!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 )

Kavini

 

 

 

 

Difference of Opinion…..

While I need you to partner me

you want nothing but to dominate

While I seek pleasure in pain

You believe pain is pleasure

While I yearn to walk with you

you want to walk ahead

While I believe in togetherness

you believe in being on your own

while I believe in everything

you believe in nothing….

Kavini

My Weight Loss Saga

This is my saga to reduce my weight.

I can see the gears turning in many minds……not another weight loss tamasha….not another self proclaimed weight loss guru…

Sorry to disappoint you buddies. Nothing like that is going to be narrated here. It’s my weight loss saga and the reaction of people around me to it.

A year back almost for a whole week I was feeling dizzy and felt like throwing up anything and everything. Nah.. I was not pregnant(no possibilities of it at all) so there..

After going through a battery of test I was diagnosed with a disc bulge(I seriously don’t know how I manage to land in such trouble) and during the course of the treatment my physio said the magic word, “Boss you need to shell out at least 10 kilos”, and suggested that I started to walk for an hour 😦 

I had always lamented about my weight for years. I shot up from a demure 53 during marriage to 70 + after my daughter was born. After the delivery of my son it was around 69….

Well I was reducing weight in a slower pace .At that time I met a cousin, who is also a very good friend of mine, after a couple of months and was amazed at her transformation. She was looking drop dead gorgeous, she would have easily reduced more than 15 kilos. Man, saying that I was impressed was an understatement. Armed with her dietician’s number I began to hound my better half. Did he give in to just stop my nagging 🙂 could be. 

Well after the required blood tests she put me on a diet, but to tell you the truth I have never eaten like how I ate during those two months while I was dieting. I started at 6 in the morning and kept eating every two hours till 9 in the night. On top of it I did one hour of walking and 45 mts of yoga. Phew!!!!!!!!!!!

Now we come to the crux of the story……the reaction of people around

  1. Genuinely Concerned:  Theses are the people who were genuinely concerned that I should not starve myself. When I explained my diet pattern, they were like, “Whoa !!!who said you are dieting?”
  2. Know it all: These were the know it all. I am sure all of you must have come across such people. Without even bothering to find out what am I doing, why I am doing it, they just declared ,”Unnecessarily you are spoiling your health and are becoming weak.(hello look at my glowing cheeks) There is no need for you do it.” They declare it and walk off not even giving me a chance to explain.
  3. Motivators: These are the people who kept motivating me ,whenever they saw the physical change.(A friend of mine went to the level of moving her lunch box away from me as she did not want my figure hugging dress to become tight. She had packed my favorite dish)
  4. Green Eyed Monsters: I prefer to call them this. Even when the physical evidence showed that I was looking good, they went on and on trying to pull me down from the cloud nine I was walking. Their standard dialogue was that I look ugly without my cheeks, I look like a skeleton so on and so forth, encroaching my personal space.
  5. Irritators: Well they think they are really funny trying to crack joke about my weight loss every time and that too in public forums. God they set my teeth on edge. I don’t mind being made fun of once in a while and though I have learnt to laugh with them at the jokes that are made at my expense…somewhere down the line when it embarks on being crude and tasteless…I felt like telling them,”GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

Well in spite of the irritators, know it all ,the green eyed monsters I have with the help of motivators and genuinely concerned reduced weight. I have lost 10 kilos. The biggest motivator being ME. I wanted to feel and look good. As a side effect I have built my stamina , thanks to the Yoga.

It was not to achieve  a svelte figure( my hubby is not going to sweep me into his arms like the Indian heroes), it was an effort to stay healthy so that I can be independent for a very long time. Though it does feel gooooooooooood when I wear a Kurti or Jeans that showcases a toned body.

This is a salute for everyone out there who are struggling to reduce their weight and to my cousin who was my inspiration.

This is my weight loss saga and people who have a problem with that, “Go take a hike.”

🙂

Kavini

 

No More…

No more, she broke the chains of duty

That bound her struggling her spirit

No more, the chains of expectation

that lashed her fluttering spirit

No more, the compromises in name of love

that robbed her identify

No more, aiming at perfection for imperfect souls

Hands straining, head thrown back

 with a heave

she laid down the burden of demands

No more, she stood regally

bound me with love but not duty…..

Kavini

 

Fight

The pain ripped her apart

soul shredded to pieces

fragments too minute to put together

flickering hope snuffed

yet another search futile

pain radiating through every pore

anguish trickled tears

gathering her tattered soul

she yet again rose up

defying life as it yet again

tried to vanquish her

Kavini

My daughter …My mother

I see my mother when my thirteen year old darling girl without being prompted carries the heavier bag, leaving the smaller one for me when she knows I had a tough day at work. I glimpse my mother when she sings my favorite Krishna hymn when she senses that I am deeply troubled or disturbed. She becomes my mother when she teaches me the new technology or how to swim without becoming angry but with humor. We are friends when we drool over boys together but again she becomes the stern mother when she feels my taste in men is hopeless(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!How did I marry your father sweet heart;) ) The best part is when she comes to me saying , “mamma hug”, I realize however grown up she might become, she is still the sweet little midget I carried in my womb.

Kavini

A Movie

I like going to the cinema

stares my family at me-an enigma

I love the out of life heroes

who leave my heart  in a throe

sometimes wonder about the female lead

more of a decorative piece instead

feed me  with vendetta

the protagonist pouncing like a cheetah

feed me with romance

that floors you with a glance

feed me with tragedy

I will wallow in misery

feed me with comedy

I will forget my anxiety

the smell of melted butter on popcorn

I wait for the next movie forlorn

I am great fan

of movies in my short life span…..

Kavini

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walk Down the Memory Lane – II

Down memory lane 2Under the stars….a memorable evening with my friends.

Favors that made love to my taste buds, stimulating conversation with old friends who are not that old and a great place where the waiters were neither harried nor hurried you along, with the olden goldies oozing out though the discreetly placed speakers that seduced my very soul. Is it too much to say that I found myself traversing back in time to my college days where all I had worry about was my grades.

Don’t worry I am not going to get teary or nostalgic, but narrate an incident that had my friends doubling with laughter while we were at college(it made me grit my teeth with frustration then….but now my lips curve on their own..)

I was doing my post graduation in a prestigious college in Chennai. My friend and myself were the official “court dancers “of our department; be it any function or seminar or workshop it always ended with one of our performances.

It was Christmas eve and we toiled over a piece of music , narrating the birth of Jesus through our dance. We had the audience enthralled with our movements which painted a better picture than words. The suffering of Jews, Joseph and Mary fleeing, finally the grand finale; the stars had guided us to the holy place and we had to kneel in front of the manger. The spectators were enthralled, every one holding their breath…….

And we knelt down, raised our hands in surrender and alas looked into the eyes of THE BOSS, as we all used to call him in college. He was not the Casanova nor the hero but his eyes danced with devilry and merriment all the time. He was the guy we turned to if there was problem, the guy even the lecturers listened to. We knelt down right in front of  him, with an earnest face waiting to be blessed by our master, the Lord and he rose to the occasion beautifully. He, the one who I call THE BOSS, lifted his right hand and blessed us both breaking the magic by which we had ensnared our audience. The entire gathering burst out laughing. The beautiful saga that we had enacted was turned into a fiasco just by that one action of his. Though I felt like throttling him, I grinned instead and took my bows, though the twitter of laughter took a long time to die down.

When I reflect on that incident, I peruse the incident and realized that, I remember it still because of that one action of his(blessing), which had the entire department laughing. I do not remember the other dances that we performed save this. I realized that sometimes in life the fiascos stay close to your heart than the hits.

I gain smile at the picture that is engraved in my heart, two girls with earnest expression leaning down in front of this guy whose eyes are twinkling with merry and lips curved with the devil-may-care attitude, blessing us.

Than you BOSS for this golden memory…

Kavini

 

 

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