Monday, March 31, 2008

Touching Songs from Makdee and Taare Zameen Par

At times the song compositions in the film industry are of such substance that they simply sweep me off my feet..two beautiful songs which have so realistically depicted a child and his/her expectations and their feelings for their mothers.
You might have seen a hindi movie called Makdee which was a children's film in Hindi directed by Vishal Bhardwaj, starring Shabana Azmi, Makrand Deshpande, Shewta Prasad, and Alaap Mazgaonkar. I think it was released in 2002/ 2003 and had a lovely song..

Song: Mai from Makdee


I think among the songs that have come up in the past few years, the ‘Mai’ song of Makdee has been sung very deeply. It shows feelings like despair and fear of the little child who she thinks she has nowhere to go and her mother (Maa) is whom she misses - who is not in the world anymore.

Another touching and never-so-deeply expressed song is from the movie Taare Zameen Par released this year.

Song: Maa


It describes how close a little boy is to his mother. The phrase ‘Meri Maa’ is touching and more touching is the song where my heart actually breathes with the rythym of the music notes and flow. How a boy is expected to be strong and does not express things openly but he also is a child as old as a girl of his age and feels old and bold in this little age. Somewhere in his mind, he compares himself since childhood to big boys of his age and holds grudges against them, feels like replying back with the same intensity of punches and showing them never to bully him again.. but somewhere deep into his heart he realizes he is young and admits a few facts which he cannot before anyone else. Such is the beauty of this song which has been very well written and equally skillfully sung. The boy cannot admit any of his weaknesses before anyone in reality not even before his parents but the only person whom he feels close to and THINKS, can speak up to is his mother..this proves the toughness of replacing any relation to that with a mother. She is loving, sacrificing, devoted, pampering, resourceful, full of will power, appreciative, best friend, beautiful in every form, most knowledgeable coz she teaches her child every day, the best doctor – she knows the best of little home-treatments, her voice is like soothing honey which gives instant relief to all problems and the mind finds rest, she helps her children reach to decisions though she may or may not be educated.

The gravity in the voice when we speak ‘Ma’ is the lifeline for all.

Friday, March 28, 2008


At times I feel that the name of my blog ‘memorable moments’ will only indicate or so would be the perception of others or maybe only I feel so..those moments which are good to hear..I have not written many blogs yet but an ironical situation would so soon come before me, is something I never expected! I am not sure how verbose can I be in describing my state of heart and mind but still here it is for I really wish to open my heart out..

Yesterday was an ironical day. During the first half I came know of a marriage been fixed – two people got engaged..two nice people who are both worth the admiration..lot of it. It had been a pleasant surprise to hear about the engagement and I was really happy. I came back with sweets offered by them in my hands and full of happiness. It was about mid of day.

Orkut is a good community for social networking at least it links people and we come to know of things good and bad…I had scrapped a school-time friend on orkut asking how she was doing and that I was so happy to find her on orkut. I congratulated her about her sweet little baby whom I saw in the pictures uploaded. How much did I know..I was talking to a soul and not a ..

Another batchmate pinged me on chat as soon as I came back with the sweets of the engaged couple. We talked after almost 15 years..we were friends in 6th standard in school as much as I remember. I was filled with excitement when she sent a ‘Hi’. The next line said..”Appie is no more..”. She expired last Tuesday. I was shocked, speechless, didn’t know what to speak..Appie – the same friend whom I thought I had traced on orkut and had sent a message of congratulations for a little baby. It was as though the world has spun around and I felt lost. The smiles of engagement happiness faded with a jolt and my mind was trying to ask a myriad questions..what, how, sudden..and see the irony of the same day when in morning after getting the news of the engagement, I felt a myriad questions coming to my mind..what, how, sudden.

The irony was that the questions were same but the answers were so ghastly different. And the wish from my heart at the end of the day was ‘God Bless Them.’

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley - 2

We had now reached close to the place with roads narrowing down to little stony lanes.Stony Lanes in Tirthan Valley
We crossed a little bridge built on the water body, the depth of which could only be measured in dreams. I had not even dreamt of anything of such kind. All of us were from varied areas of India, some had seen deep waters, some had seen waterfalls and mountains but how could one describe what I was witnessing that moment. Though we had to hurry to reach our Stay Spot, we could not resist stopping for a minute and all went beyond the practicality– thinking how small would be a minute to just stop there and then take a look below, then a little farther, slowly gazing up the altitude and then swallowing nothing once. Such was the feeling at that moment. It took time – the playful view of waves gushing here and there and the sound of those strong waves made us want for more! I sat at the pedestrian and took a picture. Have a look:The 'A' Look
We climbed back into our cars and moved on to see the entrance of the Trout House ahead. It was a long journey. This place had small cottages and we had booked four cottages and were looking forward to simply go and lie down like wooden logs. We were hell tired. Stones were used for making the small uneven staircase which lead to a covered clearing surrounded by trees.Dinning Hall in Trout House, Tirthan Valley-1 Dinning Hall in Trout House, Tirthan Valley-2
We were hungry and the cool atmosphere made us hungrier than ever. It was time for an early dinner. Dinner was laid on a small and again uneven platform and both non-vegetarian and vegetarian dishes were served. Though the food did not seem very interesting in the first go but since we all were very hungry, we simply gobbled down most of it and also overate a little tastefully. After this we realized the wall adjacent to the platform was done very artistically by the female among the couple who owned the place. The entire place was lit by candles and small bulbs. Artistic Work on Dinning Hall Wall, Tirthan Valley
The host group comprised of a couple (a unique one) with their small baby boy (very cute and chubby) along with two cooks and a few caretakers. The owner showed us into our cottages. Our cottage was facing that of the other couple. Our Cottage in Trout House, Tirthan Valley
We rushed in. There was no electricity or no other sound. We could hear water flowing through the narrow natural mountain cracks. For the first time this sound of flowing, trickling and splashing water seemed music-same as the poets describe in their musical collection of words which is thrown on a piece of paper and in moments – which is being played on guitars. With the reference of Guitar, I recollect that the owner had promised to play guitar (he knew well) the next night. How romantic, isn’t it? We were all looking forward to it.
We were all soon fast asleep. The natural aura was so relaxing that 6 hours seemed more than enough to sleep and we woke up like fresh daisies ready to bloom around into the watery terrains. I realized with the first sunlight streak that the cottage rooms were done really well. They were decorated creatively and had small but many windows to see the greens around. I woke up from the bed and first thing I did was looking outside the window. I saw another creative artwork done with stones, mud, broken glasses and plants. I felt like complementing the owner for her innovative artwork though I am not sure if other liked it.
Another Creativity by Owners of Trout House, Tirthan Valley
Another bedside window showed small cherry shrubs which seemed so hilly. I had not seen red cherries’ shrubs and went close to them as we go ready and went out to have breakfast in the same clearing which was our dining cum lobby clearing. Cherry Plant Outside Cottage Window, Tirthan Valley
As I stepped out of the cottage, towards my left was a stony trail which went into greens.
Stony Trail Into Greens, Cottage, Tirthan Valley
The instant thought was to quench my curiosity which had its solution at the end of the trail into the trees but I preferred to have breakfast first! We had a nice and quite heavy breakfast of aloo-gobhi-onion and paneer paranthas. Wow is the taste I recollect!
We planned to go to the riverside which was stormy, splashy, shiny and inviting us to bathe. Since we were almost at the top of the mountain, the river probably started somewhere close to it and carried big and small pieces of rocks so the river bed and shore were extremely rocky. It was tough to walk bare feet. All of us were dying to play with water and all suddenly grew childish and play full. It was great fun and the water was chilled. Feet felt like numb but it was a pure feeling. No one could try bathing since the water was cold but all of us played with water, clicked pictures for long hours. At times we used to dread falling ill but Mother Nature was quite liberal and all went fine.
The First Look at the River, Tirthan Valley
Clouds hung from above with baskets full of water, drizzling began. Reluctantly we planned to rush back to the cottage. It started raining heavily and all day and night it rained.
Now came the real attraction of this place..I told you that I would reveal it later. Here is the secret disclosed..This place is famous for fishing and specifically ‘Trout’ fishing. Trout is a breed of fish which is found in the waters of these areas. The owner of this house was a top-shot fisherman and knew a lot in detail about fishing. He opened before us his vast knowledge about fishing and showed us how he used to make a ‘fly’ for fish..I think fly is what the trapping article was called. It sure required art, patience and knowledge of fishery. The picture below is a collection of feathers, shiny threads and metal hooks which were used to make a fly which varied in terms of size, shape, colour.
Tools of Trout Fishing, Tirthan Valley
This fly was given a look of an insect which trouts / other fishes ate so that when the fly was casted, fishes would take it as a normal insect of their routine diet and ate it, get caught. There were trout farms somewhere close.
There were special plans made by our hosts to serve us Fishes for dinner. We chatted for long and enjoyed each other’s company, had lunch and it was by evening that the clouds decided to rest. We now thought of moving around and felt like absorbing as much as eyes could make it – the clouds, waters, woods, small bridges knitted together with green leaves and making it a ‘Picture Perfect’. We also planned to visit Trout Farm to get fishes for dinner.
On way to Trout Farm..
Bowl of Mountains Filled With Water,Tirthan Valley
Road adjacent to our Cottage..
Clouds on Their Way to Heaven,Tirthan Valley

While driving..
While driving..A Modern Art Look,Tirthan Valley

On our way back to cottage when night had engulfed the fascinating waterfall..
Night engulfing the Fascinating Waterfall,Tirthan Valley
Some more….here and there..
A Dream Painting Come True,Tirthan Valley
The Magic Touch,Tirthan Valley
Beautiful Mountains,Tirthan Valley
Ajay and Tusharika among Greens, Tirthan Valley
Snowy Cactus,Tirthan Valley
Snow - SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL,Tirthan Valley


Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Female Names' Hit List

I am really impressed with some lovely names. One of my colleagues asked the team to suggest a few names for her known’s daughter and some real good ones came up. Here is our add or point out the ones you like:
Mahi (Earth)
Nafisa / Nafasat

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Favorite Tour: Trip to Tirthan Valley

I have visited a couple of places in recent past and would surely like to share my thrilling experience of the trip to Tirthan Valley. I am flooding with the memories of numerous and varied feelings which came up - the fun, the enthusiasm, elation and awe which was put forth by nature in one of the most beautiful way. Let me tell you where it is…The Tirthan Valley is in Kullu District of Himachal Pradesh. Located within the Great Himalayan National Park, the roadie way is sure long but worth it so do set aside some free time for it! We travelled from Delhi to Himachal Pradesh. The makhmal-si-roads (as one of my friends says) unfolded like a graceful carpet around the river as we moved on in full zeal with our face swirling around to catch every bit of the beautiful nature and noticing the small names like Chalogi, Mungla, Nagini, Ghushaini……And do you love eating during journeys..oh I love eating loads and loads..and we had driven for quite some time and slowly realized that we felt like sitting and having something amidst the natural flora and fauna. We were three couples and two bachelors having fun and side by side keeping a look out. We soon found a food-joint along the road and planned to take a small hault. Guys moved on to have a fag and we moved found a place to relax until the food was laid. Have a look at our hang out, haha..

After spending sometime here and relaxing, we were all charged up to move on. I never felt so close to nature..and I am basically a lover of clouds – mountains – the Evergreens..tall and proud! The beautiful time of November was apt for this and I love clicking pictures. For the moments when the raw nature leaves me speechless for its beauty-descriptions, I always take help of these clicked pics to share and express my treasured moments. Do have a look below at the breathtaking scenic views as we moved to the roads around the foothillsThe road was calm, the tree leaves reflected the small streaks of sunlight escaping through them..and the road wound up into a delicate curl between two mountain ranges and we suddenly had a blanket of moist, wavy cover of dark grey clouds which hung over us – same like when the royal guests are ushered in under big-graceful umbrellas to the royal being mother nature which welcomed us with open arms of these two felt like nature understood the tiresome and exhausting life in the bustling cities. It caressed us with a mild drizzle and we put our hands outside the windows of the moving cars..i gently took out my cell to take a picture ..the drizzling feel on the camera lens and a beautiful picture was drawn..

Then came a broad road with the first streak of a waterfall..

The mountains had something more beautiful in store..Have a look…

Woh kehte hain ki sham dhalne ko hai to ghar ki taraf rukh with the clouds making it into an early evening, we had to start rushing to reach the key place where we planned to stay. That is a read on!