2014

Is Naye Saal Mein

AAP ka Life Ho Swach, Swasth aur Sundar
Apni Taraf Se AAP aur AAP Ke Parivaar Ko Naye Saal Ki Haarthik Subh Kaamnaayein!

AAP Ka Dosth

:D

(2014)

Vrischikolsavam - 2013

If there is one festival which one must experience, it is this. It is just this(.)

Divine Wish

01.Dec.2013 - Tripunithura

No one would have imagined such a deluge like downpour in December.
Nor would have anyone seen such deserted surroundings on a Sunday evening during Vrischikolsavam at Poornathreyesa Temple.
But Divine Wish Overrides the Laws of the Nature and Logic of this World.

November

Oh! November - you nerd!

All Saints are yours
All Souls are yours

Yours are those Chilly Nights
Yours are those Cloudy Days

Yet you nabbed our God of Cricket

And nailed our Gentleman of Chess
Wish I could abhor you this very moment

But Alas! my wife is right behind  - Who came to earth this very month!

At the Crossroads

At the cross-roads of pre and post Sachin era :|

One Last Night For Us!

One last night left for us

To heave a sigh of relief

To dangle in our dreams

The God is still there 

To shelter us, To save us!

One last time he is there with his guard on - to make us sleep in divine quest!

God Night Dears :D

Sachin Tendulkar (rhb) 38 73 6 0 52.05

Check-Mate on First Move!

09.Nov.2013, Saturday: Today, I had umpteen tasks in my schedule. From going to post office, paying few bills, some unavoidable shopping etc. etc. I started the day quite early to finish all these tasks. And I did manage to complete all of them by 3 p.m. Because today is a very big day - the day which the entire Chess fraternity is looking forward to - World No.1 Magnus Carlsen is to clash with the World Champion Viswanathan Anand in their first match of  World Chess Championship in Chennai at 3 p.m.

I was really excited, happy and relieved when I heard Doordharshan is going to stream LIVE the FIDE World Chess Championship. Wow! I can relax on my couch and be a potato enjoying the live match with expert analysis. What more do a Chess enthusiast want? This is the first time I am going to watch Chess live on television. 

So I got ready in front of my television box tuned to DD-Sports in the soothing comfort of my couch, with a head pillow and a chess board close by to check out the moves. Every thing is ready and by 3 p.m. the live coverage started. Carlsen was already on the hot seat and in a short while Anand also joined. The first move Nf3 was played. It was then it happened.

Suddenly Doordharshan started to behave the way it is known for! The audio initially fluctuated a bit. I put my television set in the maximum volume possible and still could hardly hear the excited commentary of the analysts. Then suddenly it completely went mum and the action shifted to some other sport. I was really confused first then felt a little disappointed which gradually transformed into frustration - utter frustration - disgust - any more adjectives?!. After an "interval" it came back again. This time there was a display of an on-screen chess board and analysis was going on. But only half of that board was visible to the viewers! Audio was at its fluctuating best!! 

There was no display of the moves being played. Neither were the video angles any better - Oh! No no - I am not expecting that much! 

Ok at the end there was not even a consoling message, not even a mention to the viewers on the issues in this coverage - I think Doordarshan has misplaced their "famous" "Rukavat Keliye Khed Hai" slide.

Now by this time, I hope even a non-Chess enthusiast could imagine how I would have felt - Doordarshan check-mated me (and all its unfortunate viewers) with its first move itself!!

@thehindu

A Blessed Evening

21.October.2013

A blessed evening.

Being at Tripunithura itself is a divine blessing.

Then being able to attend a concert at Tripunithura of none other than the legendary Tripunithura Narayanan Krishnan seemed to be a divine "intervention" for we ordinary mortals. The mere fact that it is those vibes from that same octogenarian legend which once accompanied the greats of Chembai, Ariyakudi and others itself is enough to bring out goosebumps all over.

Here we prostrate before the great legend and the divine wish which blessed our insipid lives.

- Seven of us (mother, sister family with kids and my wife) attended the Violin concert at Rukmini Kalyana Mandapam conducted by G. N. Swamy Trust Sangeetha Vidyalaya on the occasion of the death anniversary of G. Narayana Swamy.

Remembering a Maestro

Mysore Dasara 2013 celebrations are here - and I thought to go back to that day - :D

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It is almost 6 years back. Two young men bitten by travel bug reached the cultural capital of Karnataka - Mysore. The week long Dasara celebrations has just commenced. People are gathering from far and near for the grand celebrations ahead. After a day long wandering the two men entered the Mysore Palace. A cultural program is about to begin. Though hardly "culture oriented", with nothing much to do for the day, they decided to settle for the evening with the concert. 

The stage is set in the open with the Mysore Palace as the backdrop. They took their seat. An announcement is made - an unplanned program, actually scheduled for the previous day is about to begin. A "man", his forehead smeared with holy ash and a bright red bindi in its middle entered the stage to perform - it is a carnatic violin concert. He is smiling gleefully, occasionally talking in tamil to the acquiantances among the audience. Not withstanding his old age, he seemed to be the youngest person around. For the two young men, neither being familiar to the artist nor to his art, everything on and off the stage seemed so indifferent. And then - the concert actually started.

From the moment "His" bow touched those strings till that time the final reverberation of the concluding note resonated in the air, those two men neither knew where they are nor could they decipher what they felt. They just saw those nimble fingers of the master performer seasoned by decades of intense "sadhana" (infact of 6 decades), just move back and forth on his instrument emanating divine melodies at will. It is those subtle touches which once by exuding the Amruthavarshini brought rains to the water-starved villages in Tamil Nadu. It is that same sublime bowing which once by rendering the Bhairavi brought back the consciousness of his ailing father. And now here he is - providing the much needed soul therapy to those two young but rotten beings. 

The concert ended. Exactly after one year after that the great artist passed away. And now, after six long years, those two men cease to be very young. Yet in their silent moments, they still feel the resonance, those reverberations, that healing touch bestowed to their souls by the legendary maestro.

Footnote:

* It is irrelevant who those two young men are - It could be any two youngsters. 
* However it is very much relevant who the artist is - but by now, I am sure you would have identified this inimitable maestro.

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In the Handloom Hamlet - Kuthampully

In the Making - Kuthampully Kasavu Saree

Henry Ford once said – “Quality means doing it right when no one is looking.” – This has been what the traditional weaving families of Devangana community at Kuthampully have been exactly doing for generations. Even when the ever changing fashion world moved along with the changing trends, the families of Kuthampully never compromised on the quality of their hand-woven kasavu sarees and dhotis. Now, life has come a full circle for them.

From Thrissur it took us two hours of tiring journey by bus to reach Thiruvilwamala, a small town on the banks of Bharathapuzha.  From there it is five kilometres to Kuthampully. Our auto (rickshaw) driver, a friendly person in his fifties, took us through a scenic road seldom used by any. The soothing breeze with the aroma of freshly harvested paddy was enough to refresh our souls. On the highway hoardings of Kuthampully handloom dealers throng either sides of the road.

Paddy harvesting – on route to Kuthampully

“Kuthampully has now transformed a lot. A decade back hardly anyone knew about this village. Now people from far off places in and out of Kerala come here for handloom.” – tells our driver as we watch a white Ford Fiesta speed past us on its way to this little hamlet. “Several families here have made big money with this traditional profession. But there are several others who are sharp in their craft but not good enough to transform it into business. They still remain moderately poor.” – he concludes.

Most of the families at Kuthampully belong to Devanga community who trace their weaving tradition to a sage called Devala Maharshi. It is told that they were brought to Kuthampully by the Kochi Raja around 500 years back for weaving the costumes of the royal family.

Traditional Weaving at Kuthampully

The auto left us at the so called centre of the village. We are on a narrow road with a bus stop, an ATM and several lanes with series of households. Rhythmic beats of the treadle from the households resonates all along the way. In a small building we see the weavers at work. There are three of them all deeply absorbed in weaving. We tried to start a conversation with them but they are too immersed like a software engineer working on his evolving code. At the corner of the street we met Gopalan (name changed) who is free enough to talk to us. He along with his wife welcomed us to their modest home. His traditional weaving machine takes up most of the space of his drawing room.

“We have just one chair here. Feel comfortable to occupy the available space.” – says Gopalan as he pulls out a chair for us. Gopalan was introduced to handloom by his father when he was just 9 years old. “I have been doing this for all these years. My wife helps me in my work.” Gopalan explained us the working of the handloom and gave us a small demonstration. “In one day I complete two dhoties. For each dhoti I get Rs.150. It is too little to make any savings for my family but I do not feel to leave my traditional craft.”  

A traditional weaver at Kuthampully

After passing through the middle men, when the dhoti reaches the end customer its price goes up to at least Rs.700 per piece.   “The demand of hand-woven kasavu sarees is also very high. The price shoots up depending on the designs involved in it.” – explains Gopalan. “It will take just three months to learn the basics of this craft even though to master the designs it will take several years. But if you see the new generation is neither keen nor patient to do this manual work. My son has not learnt this. Instead he is working in a textile shop. We hope new entrepreneurs will ensure this traditional craft is not lost forever. ”

The sun had already set when we started back. But the treadle beats are still going on. It is meticulously rhythmic. It is deliciously sweet. We wish it may go on forever prospering these simple people of this pristine village.

Foot Note:

Kuthampully Sarees have got the GI tag (Geographical Indication) issued by the Geographical Indications Registry (Government of India) for products which are manufactured in a particular area and has been exclusive to that region for many years.

References : http://devanga.niranji.com/

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