Day 3 - Let's Go!! **Festival Of Words***

"Write Tribe" the amazing write club am a part of  is hosting its first festival of words from 1-7 Sep on the theme "Seven". You could get more details about it here....

Am choosing to write of the seven loves of my life starting yest...

Phenomenon is one of those who believes journey is as important as the destination.... so "road trips" are a given in most of our hols! Today, five years down the line I have come to enjoy these long as much as him.... Its uncanny how all the biggest problems seem to fade away into inconsequential as miles tick away......

Here are a few pics from our recent road trips
clicked along the route....

Route Less Traveled...

Imaging driving thru a water fall :)


Half submerged temples on the way..


Coconut Trees swaying to the monsoons - Nostalgia re-lived!
Unexpected sightings like gives me a heart-attack cause the driver forgets he is driving!!

Driving thru Eucalyptus Groves....... A pleasure to city-tired eyes!

Mover over CCD - Nothing to beat the original Degree Kofi!

Book Review - Time Traveler’s wife ** Day 2 - Festival Of Words **


This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry was
thirty six, and were married when Clare was twenty two and Henry thirty. Impossible but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically  resets and he finds himself suddenly pulled into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent or control, Henry and Clare’s a struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.

Above extract is from the blurb of the book “Time Traveler’s wife” – Now honestly the concept of “Time Traveling” seemed more of a sci-fi to me and that’s a genre I am not v fond of. But considering the rave reviews the book received I decided to give it a shot. The initial pages as expected were a drag. But once I got my head around this idea of “Time Travelling” I was sucked into the story plot and what a whirlwind ride it was through and through.              Imagine me going back to a time when I was 5 or maybe going into a day of my life when am 60 – unimaginable!!

A book I enjoyed to a large extent! I will recommend this book simply because this idea is so unworldly that it deserves a shot….. 

"Write Tribe" the amazing write club am a part of  is hosting its first festival of words from 1-7 Sep on the theme "Seven". You could get more details about it here....

Am choosing to write of the seven loves of my life starting Sep 1...

Day 1 - Festival Of Words....

"Write Tribe" the amazing write club am a part of  is hosting its first festival of words from 1-7 Sep on the theme "Seven". You could get more details about it here....

Am choosing to write of the seven loves of my life......

 Speaking of love, As on yesterday I finished 6 years of marriage  with pheno who ensures that the journey of life is indeed an 'Phenomenon' come rain or sunshine......
 
Journey of Life.....

As we embark on the "seven year itch" journey, here is hoping this year will bring us more luck, hope and happiness :). N of course more goodies, more hols, more laughter.....

Food For The Soul!

Rajiya rued the day she fell for lure of free food. All she wanted when she enrolled her children for “Food for the soul”** program was to ensure that they get one square meal- education was just an added bonus. For, Rajiya had four young mouths to feed and it was a struggle to make ends meet with her paltry daily wages!

What she hadn’t anticipated was the respected “masterji” of the village serving school children sub-standard food to make some quick money! Rajiya had to pay the price for his dishonesty – she lost her precious children to food poisoning…

This was written in response to 100 word Saturday prompt of  "Food For Soul" on WT... Err this prompt is courtesy yours truly :)

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

 ** “Food for the Soul” is the term I coined for the “Mid Day Meal” scheme, signifying “food” not just for the hungry body but for the mind as well(education).  This post is a fictional take on the recent food poisoning tragedy in Bihar.

The Cardinal Sin!


A true ascetic priest, he rued his lack of self control that made him indulge in”cardinal sin” right at the altar! He couldn’t deny himself the pleasures that filled his body as it made its way down caressing his senses. Until one day, he was caught with his hands in the….

… the cookie-jar ;)

My first attempt at a 55 word Fiction. Linking this to 55 word fiction at Write Tribe hosted by Vidya Sury

Write Tribe Whispers – Chapter 5 - The Crime Unveils!

We all know about this game called Chinese Whispers in which one person whispers a message to another, which is passed through a line of people until the last player announces the message to the entire group. We at Write Tribe are doing just that but with stories on our blog. One person tells a short story on his/her blog, the next Blogger will continue the story, till it finishes on Blogger no 9..

This is part 5 of the story series. You could read the beginnings here ..... Part1 at Akhils,  Part2 at Pins, Part3 by Laxmi, Part4 by Leo.......

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“Sorry sir! We have not had much luck with getting any leads on this case” reported Vishal Jain in a dejected voice. “The only people who even know of Qashif’s existence seem to be his housekeeper and the book dealer. The housekeeper maintains that he had retired to his outhouse early in the evening and had rushed in when he heard cries coming from the bungalow's living room. He has helped in developing a rough sketch of the murderer. But otherwise we haven’t been able to trace out any family, friends or enemies of Qashif”. Jamal hung up the phone in dismay.

The only lead Jamal's team has had after a month long investigation is the absurd report he had received a few days back from Dr.Paul's office. The report stated that the scimitar used to murder Qashif was supposedly made from meteorite iron and forged at least a century ago! This had flabbergasted Jamal so much that he didn’t even know how to pursue this lead…..

At his wits end, Jamal went into the storeroom and once again reviewed all the artifacts collected from the crime site hoping to see some clue he had missed earlier. Impulsively, his eyes fell on the scimitar. He had always thought that this was such an uncommon choice of weapon to use for murder. As he turned it around, his gaze fell on what looked like an inscription on the rear side of its handle! Jamal brought out his magnifying glass and carefully studied the inscription. He clicked photos from all possible angles.

But not wanting to leave any loose ends, Jamal went in search of Shastri, their in-house language and history expert. Shastri’s eyes popped out in surprise as soon as he laid his eyes on the photograph and he stuttered “Where did you find this?? This inscription is in the ancient language of Egyptian hieroglyphs which is now extinct! ”. Jamal quickly bought him up to speed on this crime and pulled out the manuscript and other photos of crime site from his suitcase.

As Jamal drove back home that night, his mind kept going back to the case – was he going on a wild goose chase after this scimitar! But why was an odd scimitar engraved with ancient Egyptian characters used?  His scientific mind failed to draw any connection between the murder of an author based out of Bangalore and Egypt. Was it simply a co-incidence or was there more to it than a simple crime? 

Next day as soon as Jamal entered the office, he saw Shastri waiting for him with a big fat file. Without any preamble, Shastri  said  “The tattoo on Qashif Ayhils tailbone I saw in one of the pics, isn’t simply a meaningless modern art but is the emblem that every male descendant of the royal family of Rouls of Egypt carries”. As Jamal struggled to come to terms with this information Shastri added “Now before you go running to Egyptian embassy, let me tell you this royal family and its descendants had mysteriously disappeared from the face of the Earth a long time ago. It beats me how one of them turned up in Bangalore of all places! ”. And almost nonchalantly Shastri adds “The manuscript your deceased author has written doesn’t seem to be a piece of sci-fi to me. Well at least the characters of Triton, Aiyana, Kruson belonged to the Kingdom of Roul. Of course am assuming the names of “Singh” and few others were used to protect character identities”!

As a gaping Jamal struggled to come to terms with this stranger than fiction story, Shastri drops the big fat file titled “Story of Triton – Last of the Rouls in Egypt” and marches away……

To be contd.... Over to Kalpana's Space for the next part.......

Book Review: “How it Happened” by Shazaf Fatima Haider.

My sister’s office library is a book lover’s treasure house and every fortnight, I religiously send her off with a book list. But a few weeks back on a whim, she decided to pick a book from the library aisle
simply cause its cover page caught her fancy!!

 The book was “How it Happened” by Shazaf Fatima Haider. A first time writer from Pakistan, the review on the backside by Chitra Divakaruni said it’s a “Laugh Out Loud” Family Tale! So with absolutely no expectations I began reading the book…. Hop onto Pixie's blog to read the review.....


I am a comparatively new reader of Pixie’s blog. But then it doesn’t take too long to figure out that her writing is as simple, non-frilly, down-to-earth as she is. She has been running a-post-a-day UBC challenge through this month. So I figured the minimum I could for her is do a guest post and considering the voracious reader she is, a book review seemed apt. Go on say Hello to Pixie ... U will definitely like her space...

A Road Trip to Amboli.....

Even two days before the annual road trip, we hadn't zeroed down on the place to visit! During a chance conversation with a colleague, she happened to mention this off-beat hill station by name "Amboli" somewhere on the Karnataka - Maharashtra border. There was a small hitch though - imagine if in this day, all that google search can throw up about a tourist place is not more than 5 results then its definitely off the radar! But the tourist junkies we(me n hubbs! who else) are, we decided that this is where we are headed - maybe the lack of  info added a "mystery" element for us!

A good 570 Kms to be covered and with hubs the sole driver, we set off early in the morning! Crossing Hubli, Belgaum we hit the Pune highway. Once we took the diversion towards Amboli, the roads seemed almost deserted except for an odd village on the way! It was almost dusk by the time we reached outskirts of Amboli - we were welcomed with stretches of sugarcane and they were indeed a sight to behold. Soon we reached the center of Amboli town - only to be welcomed by this weird sight of  hardly any soul on the road and this was supposed to be our holiday destination (really!).The odd person we met was clueless about the resort we had booked and to add to our misery the mobile didn't have have any coverage. Off we went in search of a land line and once we spoke to the resort owner, reached the place without any more adventures!

The "resort" was more of a extended B&B - but the nice guys there arranged some beer and food from a nearby hotel! The absolute silence in the resort and the yumm local food (Their buttermilk with kokum was a definite favourite) is all we city jaded souls needed.

The Malvan Thali! Don miss their pink - kokum buttermilk........


A trip around the town next day confirmed the fact that this is indeed an unexplored quaint small "hill station" with hardly any tourist footprints. The town had exactly 3 "Resorts" and a few shady looking shack that doubled up as "hotels"(A vegetarian "Kamat" hotel was the only exception). But when u can fill your stomach with delicious upma-sheera, vada-pav and the authentic Malvan food, we weren't definitely complaining! Maybe it was this remoteness that added to the charm of this place - I will show u a glimpse of the place in this pic...

Verdant Green Valleys!


The verdant beaches of Vengurla and the town of Sawnatwadi (they specialize in wooden toys) can all be done as day trips from here!


@Vengurla!

Wooden Toys in all forms!

We returned back refreshed after spending 3-4 day away from the maddening city - an entire day was spent lolling around on the hammocks in the hotel property with a book in hand! Absolute Bliss I tell u....




On the drive back to Bangalore we stopped over at Dandeli and spent 2 days there river rafting and on jungle safari! On the final leg of that journey, so dead tired were we that we took a nap in the middle of the night inside the car parked bang on the Tumkur - Bangalore highway until a patrolling officer came knocking on car window wondering if everything is ok ;)

This post is a part of Indibloggers "The Perfect Road Trip"(sponsored by Ambipur)- this was perfect simply cause we went with zero expectations n came back delighted :)

A Shadow Of Smile.....

And I blushed as my daughter's in-laws declared how proud they are of my little girl. “After all” they announced, “how many young women could claim to be an exponent in NangiarKoothu – the hallmark of Ambalavasi women”!

But my dear girl-  if only they knew that pulling off this charade of a coy, happy bride is just another effortless “performance” for a dancer ! To think that your childhood sweetheart and now husband cannot see the shadow of smile etched on your face since the day his parents announced that you will have to stop dancing in public, post marriage…..

 ** NangiarKoothu is a dying dance form of Kerala - performed traditionally by the women of the Ambalavasi Nambiar community

This is a fictional take in response to below prompts..... 


100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe


Prompt: And I blushed

 

An attempt at Haiku....


Oh! The Dancers Eyes
Soulful, Emotions Umpteen
Reflects life's seasons..


This is in response to the weekly prompt at Write tribe of "Haiku" - My first reaction was to give this a skip! Of course having a in house haiku expert only made matters worst - he compiles a haiku on my attempts at creating one!

Girl trying haiku
Without any thought in mind
Oh the poor female


This pic was clicked at Nrityagram - this place should figure in your itinerary if you are a connoisseur of Indian dance!