Oru youth festival katha

You know everytime I watch the movie ‘Poomaram’, I am flooded with my own memories from back in 2005/2006(frankly speaking I dont remember the exact year). Yes almost 15 years back, no kidding.

So I had just moved from Maharashtra to Kerala, yes a complete change of culture, language and ofcourse a land with zero friends. I cried and cried while I left Pune after my 10th,but my mom was adamant that I should complete my remaining education in Kerala. It made no sense to me, so, since I was furious with her, the only condition I put forward is that I would stay in a hostel/boarding and that I would NOT stay with my mother. Yes she agreed and rest is history.

So coming to my 11th std life in Trivandrum, I slowly and steadily made friends in school as well as in the boarding home. Yes it was the typical boarding types you may have read in the Malory Towers series. Long hallway, dormitory, huge study hall, prayer room, mess area, restroom area etc.

Anyway now coming to the Higher secondary school sub district level youth festival in Trivandrum, this would further pave the path for district and state level youth festival in Kerala. So since I had just landed from Pune and since my Hindi speaking skills were good, I was forced by my principal to try a hand at Hindi elocution. I was terrified, not cause it was in Hindi but this was something I had never ever tried before. I mean dance was(is) my jam but hindi elocution?! I finally gave in as you know I could not say no to my principal. So I was trained with an ex student from my school who was a really strong and capable young lady. She was then studying at All Saints college(I think!) Anyway she trained me for days and days . The poem selected was ‘Khooni Hastakshar’, written by GopalPrasad Vyas, it was a tribute to Netaji Subash Chandra Bose. Mind you the poem was in itself quite difficult to memorise plus my trainer was particular that I had the right emotions while reciting. She said it was not mere reciting, she wanted me to actually feel each and every line. And so I did. I memorised it thoroughly, with the right emotions and right gestures. I almost became Netaji myself whilst reciting it. So much so that it was exhausting to recite it completely even just once.

And FINALLY the day arrived. The youth festival location was bustling with activity, young girls and boys, most of them decked up for their performances in various dance events, some just loitering around (bird watching) while some responsible ones arranging and running the whole show. I found the venue for Hindi elocution quickly. So there were about 25 or so registered for the event and I remember I was among the last ones to perform. Initially when it started there was hardly an audience and I felt maybe its because nobody is interested especially in Hindi recital. But by the time I was called on stage, I could see a jam packed audience, I almost freaked out. But then I composed myself and thought to myself that all the days of rigorous practice was for this one day. I didnt care to win but I wanted to give the best performance of my life. And so I started. I don’t know if it was my tone, my dramatic gestures or my emotions, I had the audience hooked from the very first line. Till then the audience had never seemed interested in the event, but when I ended my khooni hastakshar, the entire audience broke into an applause, so did the judges and I knew I had performed reasonably well. I went back to my seat and everybody around me (strangers, teachers n students from other schools all congratulated me) I was pleased because one I had no idea I could ever pull this off and I had just done it and two I respected my principal and my trainer too much and wanted to genuinely make them proud.

And so there was another performance or two and the program ended, curtains were down and I saw the judges discussing the results. And Lo, a man walks in from behind and talks hurriedly to the judges. They all discuss something for a while and again the curtain opens and there appears another contestant. He has all this makeup on, I realised he had just come from another dance performance. His chest number for Hindi elocution was way before mine but they allowed him to participate. I obviously wasnt bothered but then people around me started mumbling. And then he started his poem. Yes, it was again, Khooni Hastakshar. I was dumbstruck, quite disappointed that he had chosen my exact poem. But tats not the point. He recited it in one stretch with no emotions, no tone change and even some wrong words. It actually looked weird cause here he was saying a very serious poem asking for fighters to join in the war for independence and his face was dressed up like a kathakali artist. If we have to compare our performances, the only similarity would have been the actual poem but our ways of presenting it was truly poles apart. So he ended, the crowd hardly gave any reaction but I clapped because although I hated his performance I knew how difficult the poem was to memorise and I also admired him for reciting it despite the whole makeup avatar.

The results come in and I was awarded second. I was shell shocked, no not because I was second but because the kathakali guy won the first prize. I was furious, because I was willing to lose to just about anyone but him. Because he didn’t deserve it, he had ruined the poem and Netaji would definitely never have accepted the tribute had he heard his recital. Those around me were shocked too and urged me to file an appeal. Now an appeal is like a third umpire call in these youth fests and believe me, its quite a process. Everybody in that audience asked me to file an appeal. It was then I heard some flying news(udti khabar). Our boy was actually a favourable one for some overall trophy for max participation (equivalent to Kala pratibha types) and he could win that only with those crucial 10 or so points from Hindi elocution. Yes it was all fixed and he would have won the Hindi elocution any which way.

So I was advised against an appeal by some wellwishers who told me that this was anyway a fixed affair and there wouldn’t be any point. So yes I let it go. (Let it go, let it go…) I even went on to see him win the overall trophy. Mind you his dance performances were really good. He went on to participate in district and state level I think but I am not sure if he won there.

So after I watched ‘Poomaram’ movie, I suddenly tried to search this guy on fb after almost 15 years. But I was not able to track him perhaps because I don’t remember his name and I am not even sure of the year. I think I heard many years back that he is a doctor now residing outside India.

Well it’s not like I have any bad feelings from this whole episode, but it’s just that this movie refreshed all my dormant memories. Youth festivals are truly a very different n fulfilling experience in student life, and something that only those who have experienced it atleast once can relate with!

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The Non pluviophile

I bet 80% of you already dislike me after reading this title!

But stay a while and read it through, will you?……….please?!

So yes I kind of dislike the rains……no, I didnt say ‘hate’, I said ‘dislike’, but not ‘hate’ coz thats too harsh…..for example…I ‘hate’ terrorism and I ‘dislike’ the rain. So theres a huge difference.

Now that thats clear, coming back……I think I have never really been a big fan of it…even from childhood. I often get told ‘How are you even a mallu (keralite/malayalee) if you dont like the rains?!’ I understand…but maybe all the upbringing in the North has made me like this. I actually love the summers…the sunlight,the brightness,the shine,the light…as opposed to the wet and dark. And I recently googled out that there is a term for such ppl too..Heliophiles😊😊! I know it sounds a lil lame…but yes it does exist.

But hey I do know there are millions who love the monsoons….esp in those places that see very less rainfall in a year…and ofcourse the farmers who actually worship rain…not to forget those affected by drought and heatstrokes.

Surely you may have said in your mind to me the famous proverb ‘you dont know the value of your eyes unless you become blind’! But no its not that and my sincere respect to the raingods for their grace on usπŸ™. I really do mean it.

My post should actually get over here because I dont have a lot more to say on the rains…but then I dont think I am done. There is just one more thing I want to share with you…which are actually nothing but some life lessons I have learnt as a result of all this –

1.Not everybody is the same-You may be from the same region and speak the same language, but your preferences could be completely different from another’s. So dont judge! To each their own 😊

2.Your hard phase is temporary-Summer is followed by Monsoon which is again followed by Summer….Your sad/hard/difficult phase will come and go.Nothing is permanent…not your life and certainly not your situation!Change is the only thing constant in this world😊

3.A part of someone you dont like should not prejudice you to dislike the whole person– I may not like the rains but I am a beach lover (obvious from my earlier posts), but both revolve around the same element- water. You may meet a lot of ppl in life whom you disagree with on certain stuff, but then again dont assume things based on some topics or discussions!

4.There are a lot of things we dont know about others and their situations, so respect and try to understand one another. I may have no idea what the farmers and their families go through with even a single day delay of the monsoons.The growing number of farmer suicides should hurt you,me and everybody. Lets not be irresponsible and indifferent towards those in pain and difficulty.

5.You may be thinking that this post actually has nothing to do much with the rains and that brings me to the last life lesson I have learnt –Dont judge a book by its cover and dont judge people by how they look or seem to appear.

Love n luck!😊😊

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514 days!!

No!! Tats NOT a name of any new upcoming movie!

So ya basically i started this blog to track my life changes since i moved to the new city for my new job (which made me new girl!Duh!!)…and sumwhere down the line this blog sought off forgot this sole purpose and became about everything else πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ No!! I m not complaining…i love sharing my senseless poems, pics, quotes,my views etc etc here but the truth is i have completed 514 days today in this new city and in my new job!!!Yay!!…(i think its tym to change my blogname to ‘oldgirlinoldcity’ πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚) And No!! I didnt manually calculate that…yup, there is an app for everything these days! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

But hey…which also makes this blog of mine 514 days old!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

My journey here so far has been full of ups and downs…and frankly speaking there is a lot of Kochi i haven’t yet seen…! I will definitely try to travel more within the city…mostly these days its just work on weekdays and i go home on weekends (native place).Life is just going on..on and on…😊

Once again a big shout out to my loyal followers here (esp those that have followed me from the very start!)…Thank u n love all the interactions!…😘 Like this dialog i heared in the movie Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna- 

Ajnabiyon ki baat sunn leni chahiye … kabhi kabhi ajnabi apno se zyada jaante hain!

Being a girl in India!

A girl cannot be in her office floor alone on a weekend, a girl cannot be traveling in bus at night with a male friend, a girl cannot hang out with male friends in the park, a girl cannot wear jeans, a girl cannot go to church safely, a girl cannot travel in a train compartment all by her own, a girl cannot be returning home after work in a car alone at night…

What the fuck CAN a girl do in this country?!

Pointless ranting

I dont want to write about this….I have always stopped myself from writing about this or even discussing about it in a social forum…because its simply futile…it would be a waste of effort, dialogue, energy, time, u name it…etc

But then it affects me badly…my blood boils and no its not just anger…its the helplessness of the situation!

The latest Blore mass molestation news is not really news because there is nothing really new in it.This keeps happening in some corner of the country every day, every hour and perhaps every minute (neednt necessarily be just in the villages). But then there is no CCTV everywhere to record it…It goes unnoticed in the quiet stillness of the night and everything normalizes again the next day.

But what worries or rather disturbs me is the fact that these perpetrators live amongst us….they lead very normal daily lives but then the inner pervert in them arises in the dark.They have families…perhaps mothers, sisters, wives, daughters. I feel pity for the women of such families whether young or old.The shame they go through would most probably be no less to any victim.

Where is the country going to? I remember 10 yrs back during my school days it was considered safe to be out vit my friends at night below in the society corridors (sometimes even till 10 or 11 pm) but in today’s time it is considered much much riskier…is it like with time our country is just going backwards with regards to women safety?!Yes i do agree that perhaps those days crimes were reported less or maybe never. But whats the point of country’s increasing economy or progress or lesser corruption or no black money when the basic women citizens of the country are constantly at risk of getting molested or raped?! Isnt it much better to be a poorer but safer country?

Please please please educate your sons/boys to treat women with respect and firstly STOP discriminating between your sons and daughters.All of this has to start at home. Education (which is more important than charity) begins at home. Period.

New girl goes back to old city!

Yup…so to celebrate my first year anniversary of moving to new city (Read Kochi) i decided to take a 1 week break and visit my old city (Read Pune)!!

Yup and ofcourse the ever famous word ‘nostalgia’ hit me the moment i landed in Pune…the chilly weather as opposed to Kochi, the killing traffic, the wada pav-bhel stalls, the thought of meeting my bestie…etc etc… all of it hit me and how…

So attaching some pics taken mostly idhar udhar -(most of it is just food,food and more food)

View from my aunt’s flat balcony in Baner-

Amazing dinner at Playboy Beer Garden

My niece’s 2nd birthday

Panchgani,Mapro Garden,Tableland trip with bestie

Alma mater

Minus 18 degress munching

Deccan FC road chocolate toast, Vaishali restaurant

Dining at Arthur’s Theme

Cold stoned creamery icecream

Love,Luck n Joy,

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Tadaaa..n tats 1 yr for the New gal in her New city!

Yep…the first anniversary of this blog is soon approaching πŸ˜ƒPhew! One whole yr since I moved to Kochi…for my New job n started this blog as I became New girl in this New city!

I wud like to thank my 60+ followers…for following my blog n liking my posts n sending ur comments 😊 A lot of ppl dont actually know wat this blog is all about…so ya…a small recap…

I started this blog the day I moved to this beautiful city of Kochi for my new job. Previously I was in Maharashtra which is where i did most of my schooling too.So basically although i m a hard core Mallu at heart…i was entirely new to Kochi. I had heard loads about this city before i stepped foot on it.It is the cultural capital of Kerala n indeed very pretty,lively city with a lot of vibrant young ppl n atmosphere.i cant say i have fallen in love vit this city n my new life…coz tat wud b a lie.But i am learning n experiencing new stuff which will each turn into a cherished memory.i have tried to make as many frnds as possible.Have visited most of the important landmarks in the city.Plus what i really like here is the people…they involve n connect vit u emotionally…be it my colleagues or managers or frnds…i think i hav a personal equation vit everyone i know here.So this blog was started to track my life here as time progresses….

Careerwise i think i m progressing coz i m learning new interesting stuff these days.Personal life is the same n no major changes in it…i m kind of still coming out of the shell here..so i am really grateful to my frnds here who hav intentionally or unintentionally helped me.

And before i leave i wud like to share the below one of my fav posts tat i came across online-

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