Archive for the 'Family' Category

Jab We Met ‘Chhota Bheem’!

June 11, 2012

Pics & Design: RK / RwB

Next time we meet Bheem, would love to gift him a box full of Laddoos! It was fun meeting Chhota Bheem at Dholakpur with my son yesterday! Sonny and his cousin had fun seeing Bheem dance to a remixed ‘Bheeeeeeeem song’. The acrobatics by the African team was simply mindblowing, as was the lazer show. The show was such a hit that me and V loved being with the kids, and we were cheering Bheem & his team! :) Thanks to POGO for giving us MAX fun at Koramangala Indoor stadium! Needless to say, V had won two free Passes for this event! ;) We really enjoyed it when the guy on stilts carried N! Height of excitement? Maybe!

It is difficult to exactly say when this fellow entered our lives. He first befriended my sonny, and then my better half…and finally me. Chhota Bheem entered into my son’s life sometime in 2008. N was then going to Kidzee. After coming back, he would be eating fruits while Bheem would be eating laddoos! Hearing V hum the ‘Chhota Bheem song’, I felt I was missing the action. I immediately got hooked.

A quick look at the starcast:

Bheem: Bheem is an adventurous and fun-loving 9-year-old who is gifted with extraordinary strength. Bheem loves food and  has a certain craving for laddoos, which in fact, give him a surge of energy and make him even stronger than he normally is.

Chutki: Chutki is a seven -year-old girl. She is Bheem’s closest friend, and assists Bheem on their adventures.

Raju: Raju is a cute and courageous five-year-old, whose role model is Bheem.

Kalia: Kalia is a 11 year old bully. He is also very greedy and tries to become rich by cheating. Kalia has two silly followers, Dholu and Bholu, who sometimes help him in his plans and at other times completely abandon him.

Jaggu: Jaggu is a talking monkey. Jaggu has his own special way of solving problems, using tricks and his amazing sense of humour.

Dholu and Bholu: Dholu and Bholu are identical twins and followers of Kalia Pahelwan. Though they are not strong themselves, they bask in Kalia’s strength and are arrogant with the other kids.

Kichak: Kichak is a wrestler from Pehelwanpur. He is jealous of Bheem, since Bheem is more popular than he is.

Raja Indraverma: The King of Dholakpur is Raja Indraverma. Though a valiant warrior, he is also hinted to be a coward at times, as he relies on Bheem for every crisis in the kingdom.

Princess Indumati: Raja Indraverma’s daughter is Indumati. She is a nice, caring princess. She also won the trophy along with Chutki in the episode “Girls versus Girls”.

Daku Mangal Singh: Mangal Singh is a daku (dacoit) who used to terrorize Dholakpur when he was free.

Floating Dhooni Baba: Dhooni Baba is a sage who lives in a cave. He has a body smeared with ash and seen meditating floating in the air.

Tun-Tun Mausi: Tun-Tun is the mother of Chutki. She owns a laddoo shop where she sells yummy laddoos that Bheem so much loves to eat all the time.

Professor Dhoom Ke Too: An Inventor. He often ends up getting problems with his Inventions, like getting his inventions stolen or malfunctioning.

Shivani: Bheem’s foster sister is Shivani. She lives in Pehelwanpur and a runs a dhaba there named “Shivani ka Dhaba”.


Ususally, boys and girls watch separate cartoons… but Chhota Bheem has hooked them all! The way kids followed He-Man a quarter century ago, kids now follow Chhota Bheem! In fact, all three of us love watching Bheem and his team beat up enemies who come to Dholakpur from far and wide.

Aside: I love it when V mimics every character from Chhota Bheem! She’s simply too good at it! 

Puneeth Rajkumar in Kannadada Kotyadhipati on Suvarna channel

May 11, 2012

Design: RK

Necchina hiriyare, kicchina yuvakare,  mecchina gruhalakshmiyare, swaccha manassina put-putani makkale…nimmellarannu preethiyinda barmaadikolta idheeni, naanu nimma PUNEETH…RAJKUMAR! Sambhanda-Santhrupti yeradu iro vedike idu KANNADADA KOTYADHIPATI!

We’ve got this by heart, isnt’ it?

It is exactly two months since Kannadada Kotyadhipati (KK) started on Suvarna channel on March 12. And we were all curious to see how our ‘little’ Puneeth would fare on the small screen. I say ‘little’ because for those who have grown up seeing him as a child actor, he will always be Master Lohith. Having seen Puneeth’s acting, and many an awesome dance steps, amazing fights and having heard him sing some catchy tunes on the silver screen for a decade, people of Karnataka were waiting to see the real Puneeth Rajkumar on this lovely show (having got used to KBC)! And compared to the initial episodes (and even the promos), he looks so relaxed and totally comfortable on the anchor’s seat now.

Right from the entry, till the finish, we can see the josh in him. The way he flashes his hands is enough to see why he is called the Powerstar! You feel the power when he slices the air before reading the question.

He has made the show very interesting by sharing his stories and anectodes to the audience. He looks very natural and responds very well to what the participants say. Of course, the script writer’s hand cannot be forgotten here. And film director Guruprasad is doing a fabulous job at that.

But the point is, to hold the attention of the audience, participants, the viewers for an hour and a half is quite a task…and KK has been successful in bringing the family to sit and watch this show for 90 minutes straight! The show format must be appreciated for the kind of human interest stories it has brought to us. We have seen so many different facets of life through KK. And KK has raised our IQ (at least a wee bit) for sure!

Coming back to Puneeth, he looks so grounded. I mean, he comes across as such a down-to earth human being, in spite of the aura he has because of his acting and the family background He doesn’t fake. The audience/ viewers can easily make out if you’re acting or if you’re yourself on such shows. It is nice to know that he has a good sense of humour too - he cracks a few jokes, imitates some actors or sometimes the participants. Or when he is excited, he reacts in a very natural way – he has shouted ‘yappppppa’ – just like how he might do when he is at home or with his close friends!

For boys of our generation, Dr.Rajkumar was GURU! And for Puneeth the computer is his GURU, and the way he says “Gurugale” is so casual and so much like any of us saying it.

He listens and responds to the participant’s happy / sad stories just like a common man. He gives a tip or two only when required. He encourages and gives a pat on the back if he wants to. He advices only if necessary. The way he talks, we can feel that he has never let success enter his head, just like his legendary father!

He mingles with the audience, talks politely to the companions too. He carries the kids, they sit on his lap and talks so freely. We’ve seen him give gifts like tennis racquet, chocolate, watch and so on to the participants / companions. And if a participant wishes to eat a Gobi Manchuri or drink Apple Juice, or even Coffee, Puneeth gets it for them! If he finds that a participant is tensed after coming to the ‘Hot Seat’, he gets up from his seat and gives him a quick massage. He is so obliging – if somebody wants to hug him, he lets them and if somebody wants to dance with him, he shakes a leg! He has even proposed to a female participant on her request! (Remember, he’s married and a father of two cute girls) Not to forget the way he shakes hands with most people in the audience after the show.

These are the little and instant gestures that the audience will remember of Puneeth, and the show. It is because of these that we find him and the show warm and adorable.

Another quality that Puneeth has shown on the show is that he doesn’t hesitate to admit his shortcomings. Quite a few times, he has said he is just a 10th standard pass. And for most questions, even after the answer is known, he says he didn’t know the right option. All this makes him very close to his audience. A couple of times on this show, he has told that he got to know through KK that it was Sir MV who designed the road from Tirupati to Tirumala!

Knowing Puneeth’s quality to learn something new or become better at what he is doing, there is scope for him to improve on a few pronunciations and pauses while reading the questions right, it will be good for him. He has shown it on the show when he asked a participant to teach him a Karate step, and another to teach him to talk Kannada in reverse, just a couple of instances that come to mind immediately.

Personally, I love when he has called the ‘Jimmy Jib Camera Crane’ a few times on the show. I feel he is calling a small puppy – JIMMY! Yesterday, it was so cute when he asked the Jimmy to go back as he wanted the elderly lady participant to say ” Let’s play Kannadada Kotyadhipati”, and the Jimmy had descended just in time!

And yesterday again, for the first time I heard an anchor say “Let’s take a break, else our advertisers will get angry”. We love Puneeth for these reasons – for being himself and for being a natural.

We have all loved to sit and watch the show for two months now. And we have not got bored of it, thanks to Puneeth. It has been a pleasure to see the personality behind our favourite hero. And isn’t it a boon that we get to see him in the comfort of our homes everyday? God bless Puneeth! God bless Kannadada Kotyadhipati!

And hey i forgot to mention! Doesn’t he look fabulous in those suits! I specially love those shining black suits and the round collared ones!

For many, it is just a walk in the park!

April 7, 2012

I was back home by 6 in the evening this Thursday. No sooner had I stepped in to my room, my wife suggested, “Why don’t we go to Sankey for a walk?” I was not too keen. She said, “I have been inside the house all day. Let’s go.” I said, “I’ve been out all day. Let’s sit in the balcony!” No response. I finally said, “OK let’s go. But no walking in Sankey Park…only sitting and chatting.” She agreed.

It’s not Sankey Park that I’m against (Not long ago, it was just Sankey Tank). It’s the roads leading to it. Horrible traffic on 17th cross and 18th cross roads, main roads included. But once inside, Sankey park is heaven, well almost!

Me and my wife love to walk. But our requirements are different. My wife loves to walk – as they walk inside any park. The serious types. She doesn’t like to walk in crowded areas.

But I can’t walk just for WALKING sake, least of all in a park. I can walk long distances (which I have done several times) – say from Malleswaram to Jayanagar or all around Majestic, looking at shops, hoardings, people fighting on roads, looking at the street dogs, crows sitting on the electric pole, the beggar, the cops hiding behind a tree to catch the erring drivers… you got my point right? I can walk when there are lots of distractions on my way. I suddenly stop near a Lassi or Gulkand store when I see one. Or stand staring at film posters for a few minutes. Some of you might not classify this as ‘walking’. For me, this is better than plain ‘walking’.

On the way to Sankey, I saw a teenager shouting at someone over the phone. I so much wanted to stand and listen to him, but my wife pulled me along.

Once inside Sankey, wife again asked me if I wanted to walk – like the hordes of people inside. I told I would rather sit on a bench and enjoy nature’s beauty, and observe people.

Now finding a vacant bench in Sankey park is as difficult as finding a sparrow in Bangalore. Fortunately, we found a lady getting up, and we sat immediately. Being summer, the bench was quite warm. The bench I found was just under the place where a portion of the title song of ‘Nodi Swamy Naavirodhu Heege’ was shot [between 0:51 to 0:57 seconds with the song duration being 4:28 minutes.]

Quite a few people looked serious walkers. They had no partners, and they were not looking left or right – just straight ahead. It is a pleasure to see some people walk or jog. They have that athletic gait, and look so elegant. They mean business.

Suddenly there comes three MRF ladies. All three are talking at the same time in Hindi. Looks like they are cursing someone.

There are several walkers who are constantly fiddling with the earphone or the mobile. Some elderly men are wearing formal wear that has faded so much that you cannot guess what colour it was originally, chanting and walking with their bodies bent in different angles.

Some young girls in bare minimal clothing are walking and jogging and also pulling the top near the waist as much down as possible. But that poor little top – how much can it come down, when it is stitched to cover only till the navel.

A couple are controlling the naughty fellow from almost touching the duck – which has had enough of ‘Kadlepuri’ for the past 15 minutes. It swims away in spite of lots of ‘puri’ floating around it.

There is suddenly a huge gang of people – grandpa, grandma, Appa, Amma, Uncle and aunty, kids plus cousins plus maids to look after the aged plus maids to look after the kids. In the gang, kids appear first fascinated by the ducks, followed by their parents – who have the ‘I have seen lots of ducks look’ on their faces, uncles and aunts adjusting their dresses, followed by the maids with deadpan expression and finally the grandpa and grandma who look so very happy to have come out of the house…

A few men and women are exaggeratedly walking with their outstretched hands as if there is no tomorrow. Maybe they want to make up  for the lost time over the years.

Amongst all these people, there are some who can be categorised as ‘show-off’ walkers. It seems they are not bothered to lose some weight or get fit, but their aim is to look in disdain at those who are SITTING! They take 8 steps between the benches, turn ‘Left’ and give a disgusting look at those who are sitting, look ahead, 8 steps, face turns ‘Left’ and disgusting look, 8 steps…. after 10 minutes they surface again! But this time they turn ‘Right’ to give the horrible look! Their main aim is to look down (literally) on those who are sitting. Or perhaps, the expression on their face is ‘like that only’ always!

On the way back home, we treated ourselves to a delicious tender coconut on the other side of the footpath. My wife doesn’t know that that was just an excuse to look at Dr.Rajkumar’s poster near the 18th cross Auto stand for a few minutes! ;)

Summer Holidays – A Flashback!

March 30, 2012

During my schooldays, by the time our Summer holidays started, a month of fun and frolic would have been over for my friends studying in other schools with State syllabus. When their exams got over, our school (Kendriya Vidyalaya) would still be completing the last chapters or would have just begun ‘Revisions’!

Now by the time our exams started, there would be complete chaos opposite my house, where the matches would be played or the sittings and discussions would take place – in short, opposite my house was our ADDA.

Mine being an old and small house with a huge empty space in front, which ever place you shifted base to study, it made no difference as I could hear the score after each ball. This was all the more frustrating because only my body would be in the house while my mind was on the street – I would be under ‘house arrest’, made to study forcefully! In this atmosphere, I would be made to spend one whole week. In the morning, while going for the exam, they would be playing. While coming back from the exam, I would see them pouring water over the head and still playing. Until 7 in the evening, they would be cheering and booing each other. Then they would sit till 8pm and only then go home. It was sheer torture to sit and TRY to STUDY while the main action was happening elsewhere. I was not allowed to see my favourite CHITRAMANJARI on Thursday. I prayed god (not for my exams) but for the only reason that no Rajkumar movie should be telecast on Saturday till my exams finished!

By the last day of my exam, I would have been tamed by the four letter word – EXAM. But just as we came out of the school gate, we would enjoy the 10 paise Guava, 25 paise Joy Ice Cream stick, throw stones at the Mango tree in the opposite house and eat one or two and hit each other with the rest, buy pickles from Krishna Stores or GK Stores opposite the bus stand…. Wow! We would act as if we had really achieved something great by studying, attending, writing and coming out of the exam hall intact, in a single piece!

This thought in mind, someone would suggest we ought to treat ourselves with Veg Sandwich at the nearby JB Bakery. That would be 75 paise for a double sandwich. We would have a by-two! The assistant boy whom we all knew quite well, would be more than happy to give us hot sandwiches and Dil Pasand, just out of the oven. I would suddenly feel an urge to have a Masale Dose at Agarwal Bhavan, diagonally opposite our school back gate. But sipping a Torino, I would literally feel ‘fullfilled’ in life!

We would walk near the Sankey bridge after playing some cricket inside the school – the exam pad acting as the bat. After the exams, our mind would remember just two dates – the day of the results (usually May 2nd or 3rd) and the reopening day (usually June 26th or 27th). To complete the final rites, we would bid adieu to our close friends, while tearing the exam sheets into pieces and throwing them on our year-long rivals, who would be chased out of the school front gate, only to be seen hiding near the back gate!

Back home, we would behave like KINGS! “I want Thums Up”. “I want to watch TV from start till the end”. “I want to see Rajkumar’s film in Geethanjali TODAY ITSELF, and again tomorrow!”. “I want to go to Janatha Hotel”…

On the day of the result, we would again see our classmates. Our Princi would tell us to read useful books and do some projects during summer holidays and then announce the reopening date. He would mention a couple of names and everybody would clap till the said persons would come on stage and shake hands with the Princi. Our class teachers would distribute the Report Cards (one year Pink, the other year Yellow, or Light Green or Blue) While some of us would get a stern look while receiving the Report Card, some others got a ‘Keepi tappppp’ or just ‘Gooooooood’!

Mother would start making my favourite Kobri Mithai once the results would be announced at home. She would be able to see the marks card only by late evening, when she would be slightly free after entertaining several visitors while cooking, serving and also making sweets. She would wipe her hands dry and hold it so very delicately and read every letter on the marks sheet. She would give the sweets after telling me to do better the coming year. I would say a quick “Yes, Yes” and would be more bothered to eat the sweet!

Although I never attended any Summer camp all my life, Summer would simply fly! Me and my friends would have loads of activity lined up, when we were not wielding the willow. If we got bored with Cricket, we would switch to any of these -Hide and Seek, Lagori, Soor Chand, Kings, Ghost stories, Gate-Gate or Tree-Tree, Tennis (using palms) – lines  drawn using a brick piece on the road… There would be doubles games also while playing Tennis. Some of the smashes would take the ball down to the edge of the road or to the empty site full of parthenium plants. There was also a game where we would shout, “Crocodile Crocodile, which co-lo-r dooo youuuu choose?”

When some friends would go out of station, then our dear Ajji would always pitch in by playing Chowka Bhara or Pagade with us. I have never understood how to play Ali Guli Mane – too complicated! Always had this notion that only girls were better at it.

Mango smell and mango dishes would over power you during summer. Manvinakayi Chitranna, Mavinahannu Gojju, Mavinahannu Seekarne, Mavinakayi Uppinakayi, Mavinakayi Chutney… and apart from these, just eating the raw mangoes with chilli powder or ripe mangoes till the ‘Vaate’ was bald and white was sheer fun with my cousins, who would loyally visit us every summer!

Overnight, our house would become the destination for Carrom or Chess matches. These games were, to begin with, not in my favour, as all elders would say “you are young, we’ll take you in the next match”… and that never happened. Sometimes, I felt like getting rid of the Carrom or Chess board!

Rains would have started, thus bringing end to Summer. And my friends would have already finished a month of schooling, as their classes would have begun by May end itself. I would still be absolutely unaware that it was a week into June!

Suddenly, I would have a desire to buy a new bat. I would wait for months for my father to fulfill this wish. My father would one fine day make a bat himself using some old wooden plank. An old cycle tube would be the ‘grip’! I would play with it only inside my compound, not very happy to take it out for the matches on the street, where branded SG bats would be in demand. [Only once did my father buy me a bat from a shop in Malleswaram. My misfortune that the handle and the blade got separated a week later! It would be back to the old bat.]

Rubber ball – Magenta or Red or Blue, with an ASIAD APPU logo printed on a yellow patch would be bought for two rupees from Popular Stores. Tennis ball was a rarity. Still don’t know how much one costed then (in the early and mid ’80s)! Would ask my uncle in the US to get used tennis balls when he visited. That itself was a luxury.

Having lived in a dream world for over two months, I would one day see my father dusting my old school bag – the military type – yellow color with two pockets at the front and two buckles which had sharp metal edges. I would ask him – “Can I get a new bag this year at least?” He would look at the bag once again and reply, “This bag can last till your college… and if you keep it properly, even your son can use it!”

That was enough to bring you back to this world. And that meant it was time for school!


Will be fun if you could share your Summer Holidays flashback with me!



Power Cut!

March 9, 2012

It is that time of the year when grandparents stop watching serials and parents cease to talk loudly. There is a ‘smashana mouna’ in every house of the street. One particular room will have the light burning longer than usual. ‘Boost / Complan / Bournvita’ is supplied continuously to the victim inside the room. Mother is awake along with the victim. Ok…you might have guessed it by now – the victim is none other than the boy or girl studying for the exams.

My son has his exams from next Monday. He and his mom are academically a very successful team. Both are preparing well for the exams. Power goes. I hear my wife ask me (without raising her head from the textbook) to get the emergency lamp from the shelf and switch it on. My son just then says: Appa, why can’t we get a UPS for our house. Why only for the Comp?

I tell him: Isn’t it a great feeling when power goes when you are studying during exams?

He gives me a weird look. Gen-Y, you see! (They are called so because most of their sentences starts with WHY!)

Cut to the time when I was studying. Exam season. Power cut around 7pm… just when we have started to study “Aadhi Maanav”. And you could hear joyous sounds from many houses! (Some poor souls were cursed to say ‘Two-one-za-Two’ till 20 when there was a powercut!) We all (blessed souls) used to gather on the road, under the electric pole (which acted as wickets), to continue our unfinished game of Cricket. “3 balls 4 to win”, Vijay tells. Gopi disputes. “4 balls 3 to win… the last ball was a wide when we went.” Harish is taking strike when Ravi shouts Harish was run out in the previous over. Power comes. We hear a mom shouting – Ravi, baaro! Each one is blaming one another for the delay… the game is unfinished still.

We go back to our homes shouting loudly that during the next power cut, there will be no more arguments – match will resume at 4 balls 3 to win. Power never goes. And most of us are forced to study that night. Some amongst us were very brilliant – in the sense they hardly came out to play, while some of us were very clever – we hardly went home to study!

Honestly, some of us loved it when power went, and indulged in simple pleasures like playing cricket, antakshari, chatting, hide and seek… The only time we didn’t want a power cut was when we were watching our favourite films / programs / Cricket match on Doordarshan!

Today’s kids hardly know the difference between having power and having no power as most houses have a UPS connection. In most apartments, there is just a flicker when power goes, within no time the lights are on.

During class tests, assignments, we had the audacity to tell the teacher the next morning that due to power cut, we could not study / complete the project, and even managed to get away with the excuse! The UPS has snatched away an important excuse from today’s kids.

I sometimes feel ours is the last generation that enjoyed the power cuts (how much I prayed for one during exams). Ours is the last generation to have seen a host of things: mainly Rukavat ke liye khed hai (Adachanegagi kshamisi), Over to Delhi (Ideega Dehalige) – on Doordarshan; Enne snana on Sunday; standing in a queue in front of Ration shop at 5 in the morning for Rice-Sugar-Kerosene every fortnight; Calling the beggars roaming in the night shouting ‘Kavala Thaayi’ to take the leftover food; seeing Amma-Ajji bargain with the Steel-Paatre Saamaan fellow in the afternoon over an old silk saree and a small steel tumbler; sitting on the lawns of an illuminated Vidhana Soudha on a Sunday evening and enjoying Garma Garam Kadlekai, going to the Bank just to read the various newspapers, pressing the flat toothpaste tube with a metal stick (kept to break a coconut) and trying to squeeze out some toothpaste, taking the transistor (with a thick cover with holes) to the bathroom so that we didn’t miss our favourite song… the list is endless!

We have seen the stingy side in our parents and grandparents who tried to value even a ‘Sabeena Powder Cover’, and we are seeing today’s ‘USE n THROW’ generation. The former overvalued everything, the latter undervalue everything…. perhaps the invaluable insight we can take is that give the value each one deserves - nothing more, nothing less!

Hope I post this before the power goes! The UPS is already beeping!



FB Toons by RK – 1

December 11, 2010

Cartoon: RK

Also visit the Cartoon page on RwB.

Why is it called AYODHYA ISSUE?

September 23, 2010

An event that took place during my schooldays is getting a judgement during my issue’s schooldays. If the judgement is questioned and taken to the Supreme Court, another decision may come only during the schooldays of my issue’s issue. Hence it is called Ayodhya Issue.

ನನ್ ಮಗನ್ಗೆ ಇವತ್ತಿಂದ ಟೆಸ್ಟು. ಆದ್ರೆ ನಾಳೆ ರಜಾ ಅಂತ ಟಿ.ವಿ. ಪೇಪರ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರ್ತಿದೆ.

ಇವತ್ತು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ನನ್ ಮಗ ಕೇಳಿದ: ಅಪ್ಪ ನಾಳೆ ರಜಾ ಅಂತೆ. ಯೇನ್ ಹಬ್ಬಾನಾ?

ನಾನ್ ಹೇಳ್ದೆ: ಹಬ್ಬ ಅಲ್ವೋ. ನಾನ್ ಸ್ಕೋಲಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ಆದ ಗಲಾಟೆ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನೀನ್ ಸ್ಕೂಲಲ್ಲಿರೋವಾಗ ನಾಳೆ ಯಾರೋ ಯೇನೋ ಹೇಳ್ತಾರಂತೆ. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ರಜಾ!

Update: Verdict date postponed. But no change in the above story!

Article in ‘Kannada Prabha’

April 19, 2010

Click on the image for a larger view

An article on yours truly’s collection of Dr.Rajkumar has been carried out in today’s Kannada Prabha, who are doing a series on Annavru, from April 12th till 24th.

Having read articles over the years on Rajkumar, I must say this series has published many interesting and unknown facets and facts about Rajanna – No, I’m not talking about my collection on the legend ;)


Posts related to Dr.Rajkumar on RwB.

Fwd: Fwd: Business of Forwarding!

September 5, 2008

If you asked me at the beginning of this millennium, what FORWARD meant, I would have told “it means advancing, going ahead” or on similar lines, that is literal. But for the better part of this decade, I, like most of you, have been getting dozens of Fwds. And today, by FORWARD I first think of those Fwd-ed mails or SMSes.

Just sample a few of the Fwd-ed mails:

Fw: ` she is cUte :: daUghter of tOm cruise “`

Fw: How china gets gold medals – really worth

Fw: Jammu Riot Facts… Dont miss this

Fw: Software engineers Dream Girl ……………

Fw: ONCE IN 2400 YRS

Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: [Fwd: Fw: truth behind amarnath..pity hindus?:]]]]]]]]k

Fwd: FW: Kuselan Movie Stills…

Fwd: FW: Karnataka’s Rich Heritage

Fwd: FW: Beta No. 1

Fwd: FW: FW: FW: Read Below…

Fwd: Guess

Fwd: Fwd: FWD: Don’t ignore this mail


Plenty of FWDed SMSes (jokes, those ‘Send-this-to-20-people-in-3-mins’ types and Loan offers…) too bother just when you are about to enter an ICU, attending nature’s call, in a meeting, thinking about a design, giving bath to your kid….

Some Fwds are really very good. Like say when someone came out with ‘Why Misbah Ul haq got out’ in that crucial match against India. He was caught by Sreesanth, and the mail said – Misbah didn’t know there is a Mallu in every corner of the world!

Fwd-ing Jokes and riddles are fine. But not everything can be forwarded you see. Irresponsibly FWD-ing an SMS can disturb everybody. This is what happened in the lives of A, B and C this morning:

Early morning, B receives an SMS from A saying “My f-i-l passed away”.

B is very busy attending to the morning duties, and hence FORWARDS the message to C. C, having met B’s f-i-l a couple of days back, is shocked after reading the SMS!

When C calls B, B is very normal and doesn’t sound disturbed. C tells about the SMS, and only then B tells that A’s f-i-l passed away. What a start to the day!

Maybe there needs to be a 2-year Post Graduate Diploma in FORWARDING MANAGEMENT!

Is love really blind?

August 4, 2008

Design: RK

Scene 1:
Seventh decade of the 20th century- A young boy and a girl see each other at a function, fall in love, and their marriage is arranged by the elders. They lead a comfortable life, with two kids etc. etc.

Boy and girl are from the same caste. (Point to be noted)

Scene 2:
First decade of the millennium – A young boy and a girl see each other at the workplace, fall in love. And…

The girl’s parents make a lot of noise, and the poor thing says she will either marry the guy or remain unmarried for life. That is when her parents go to an elderly person and he says that “if married, the girl will repent for life”. So the girl sacrifices her love.

Boy and girl are from different castes. (Point to be noted)

Scene 3:
First decade of the millennium – A young boy and a girl see each other in a friend’s house and fall in love. The girl is hesitant to say it to her orthodox and traditional parents (whose marriage was arranged in the seventh decade of the 20th century). But surprisingly, once they come to know of it, they agree to the marriage.

Boy and girl are from different castes. (Point to be noted)

Irony is that, the parents in Scene 2, are the hero and heroine of Scene 1.

Now, to ask the obvious: Is love really blind? Does caste really matter?

Waiting to read what you feel.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 222 other followers