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You can smell the Johnson’s Baby ad today in TOI

January 29, 2014


Many homes today is filled with the aroma of Johnson’s baby powder since morning! You can smell the half page ad (TOI, Bangalore edition) which has the following copy:

Remember this smell? The smell of your little one when she was a little one. The smell of he oh-so-soft skin. The smell of innocence. The smell of sloppy wet kisses, cuddles, and long gazes. The smell that made you fall in love. The smell that made you a mother. The smell of every baby. The smell of Johnson’s baby.

Because only a smell so gentle can bring back memories that powerful.

Johnson’s baby. Power of gentle.

Related post:

Bru’s smelling ad in Sunday Times. Did you smell the paper yesterday?

ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು !

December 2, 2013

ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು !
ರಚನೆ: ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ ಬೆಳ್ಳೂರು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಿಕ್ಸೀ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಟೊಮೇಟೋ ಜ್ಯೂಸ್ ಮಾಡೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಕ್ಕರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ವಿಸಿಲ್ ಶಬ್ಧ ಕೇಳೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಗ್ರೈಂಡರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಅದು ಹಿಟ್ಟು ರುಬ್ಬೋದನ್ನ ನೋಡೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೇಬಲ್ ಟಿ.ವಿ. ಬಂದಾಗ
ರಿಮೋಟ್ ಹಿಡಿದು ಚಾನಲ್ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಬೈಕ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಮೈಲೇಜ್ ಚೆಕ್ ಮಾಡೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಲಾಂಗ್ ಡ್ರೈವ್ ಹೋಗೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಫ್ರಿಡ್ಜ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಲೋಟದಲ್ಲಿ ರಸ್ನ ಜ್ಯೂಸ್ ಹಾಕಿ ಐಸ್ ಕ್ರೀಮ್ ಮಾಡೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಲೆದರ್ ಬಾಲ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಬ್ಯಾಟ್ ಅದನ್ನು ಹೊಡೆಯುವ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿ.ಡಿ. ಪ್ಲೇಯರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಬೇಕಾದ ಹಾಡನ್ನು ಕೇಳೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಪ್ಪು ಬಣ್ಣದ ಲ್ಯಾಂಡ್ ಲೈನ್ ಫೋನ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
೧-೦-೦ ತಿರುಗಿಸೊದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಫ್ಯಾಕ್ಸ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಕರ್ರಾ ಕರ್ರಾ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಪೇಜರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಮೆಸೇಜ್ ಕಳ್ಸೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಕಂಪ್ಯೂಟರ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಚಾಟ್-ಇಮೇಲ್ ಮಾಡೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಫೇಸ್ ಬುಕ್ ಬಂದಾಗ
ಹಳೇ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರನ್ನ ಕಂಡು ಹಿಡಿಯೋದೇ ಮಜವಾಗಿತ್ತು

ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ಬಂದಾಗ….
(ಲೇಟೆಸ್ಟ್ ಇನ್ನು ಬಂದಿಲ್ಲ… ಈ ಸಾಲು ಸಶೇಷ)

Nostalgic Cycle

June 22, 2013


Design: RK Bellur / RwB  [Click on the image to enlarge]


Who said I am nostalgic?

Remember the Rasna kid?

Remember some of those ’80s ads?

Remember the old Liril ad?

’60s & ’70s: Those were the days

Lunch time @ School!


The Art of Reusing

Saturday First Two Periods: Mass PT

Summer Holidays – A Flashback!

Red-oxide flooring


Archive for the ‘Nostalgia’ Category on RwB

Lunch time @ School!

April 20, 2013


Photos: RK/ Rambling with Bellur

Lunch time in school meant loads of fun. Lunch was between 12.10 to 12.40PM. While in Third Standard, myself, Arvind and Suresh Mani ate sitting on a small yellow stone, inside the ground, slightly away from the Back gate. Invariably there would be only two stones. Arvind and Mani would sit on them and I would have to sit on the fine red mud. That meant my navy blue shorts would become partly light blue shorts!

In Fourth standard, I don’t remember going out to eat. Most of us ate sitting in our designated places. Studious thy name was Yours truly!

In Fifth standard, our class was on the first floor. We still ate inside the class, looking out of the window. This was mainly because three teachers – Noor Fathima, Deena Ram Singh and Anwarunnissa came to our class and ate. The aroma from their huge lunch boxes were awesome! Biriyani, Palak Paneer, Veg Kurma…. All three teachers shouted at us when they ate, and felt we were BADMAASH LADKE! The reason for our noise was we played lot of BOOK CRICKET back then!

Sixth and Seventh standards were terrible. For others. Myself and Hanuman were notorious in pulling the chairs JUST before some one sat. We exchanged pencil box contents and ate from others’ lunch boxes. If we had PT period before the lunch break, that was it. We would be playing and suddenly vanish from the ground and enter the empty class. We would know who brought delicious lunch and opened their boxes. Mahim’s round steel carrier was our first target. He would bring yummy Chapati with Alu Matar, Idly Chutney, Palaav! Palaav in a lunch box those days was something very rare.

Priyankaraj was another guy whose lunch was much in demand. The presentation was what attracted us to open his box. Salad, cream biscuits, cakes, and juice in colourful plastic bottles…we loved it!

Chirag, Vinay and Ramadas would give a spoonful of Sweet Avalakki or Rice Bhaath. A spoonful of good food would only make us want more of it!

Myself and Hanuman would fight while eating others’ lunch boxes, as if it was ours. We would leave just a little hoping that we would not be caught, and ALSO out of humanity.


Arvind’s mom used to bring piping hot food for him everyday just before lunch break. Some of us, foodies in the making, envied this. We already knew the value of hot food! She would always take him to one corner of the Stage (on the Back Ground), and spread a pink towel on the floor. Arvind would be ready with hands washed. She would hand him the Happala and open the first steel container with Anna, next with Saaru, and third with either Majjigehuli / Kootu. Curd rice would be ready in a separate box topped with pickles. We would be playing nearby, and keep an eye on Arvind’s progress. We would only wish we were as fortunate as K. Arvind!

Some boys and girls from north would ALWAYS bring thick Chapati with alu/ baingan. One or two from the neighbouring naadu would only bring curd rice with pickle. Some would bring food wrapped in an aluminium foil. Sometimes, they would force us to have a bite, seeing our food fetish. We would ask for another bite, and they would start giving gaalis! Some would be very tough and not share even a morsel with anyone, nor would they ask for a bite.  They would be despised by the foodie group.

Sometimes, some of our classmates would be ill, and sit inside the class during PT period (before lunch break). We would hate it. We would try to send him/her to play or threaten the person of dire consequences if he/she complained. Later we would forcibly give them a small bite, so that they would keep mum.

So lunch time in Sixth and Seventh meant more of play time, as we would have finished lunch. My lunch depended on my mother’s health. She was a class apart in whatever she made! (that’s another post)



L-R (kneeling): Parashuram, Gopal, Vinay, Arvind, myself, Praveen, Vijay
L-R (standing): Kalyan Srinivas, Preetham, Sridhar, Ramesh, Vivekananda, Priyankaraj, Mahim, Chirag, Hanuman, Manalan, Suresh Mani

Eighth standard was when we ate sitting on the 18th cross Bus stand Wall. Once, while sitting and eating Dose, an eagle snatched away my green plastic box, only to be dropped empty minutes later.

In Eighth, we would also go out once a while for JB Bakery Bread toast (75 paise each), Agarwal Bhavan Masale Dose and Krishna Stores Pickles/ Nimbehuli peppermint (5 paise). Everyday after the school at 3.10pm, we would haggle with the guy selling Guavas and Mangoes. When we didn’t have money, we would act as assistants to the Guava guy in smearing salt. We hoped he would be impressed with our services, and give a guava/mango piece for FREE!

The Kulfi selling guy was dark and lean, always with a blue checked lungi. 25 paise for Kulfi and a Bread toast was too costly for us. Those days, to collect 1 rupee, it took days.

By Ninth and Tenth standards, some guys had lost the thrill of lunch time, as they had already started worrying about Life after 10th, +2, LIFE after SCHOOL! But some of us still were as bindaas and careless! We used to start having lunch right from the first period. And the entire row would be partners in crime.

Once during Vijayal’s class, she caught me chewing gum. She always addressed me (quiet correctly) as Paramahimsa! The reason she caught me was, she sat on the teacher’s table, and had a good view, (moving her neck  like the jimmy jib camera) of the ongoings ‘under-the table’!

Well it’s lunch time now! Got to go and have lunch from MY box!

Would be fun to know your lunch time stories!

Random Jottings on Facebook – 3

March 7, 2013

ಮೂರನೇ ಕ್ಲಾಸಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಸುರೇಶ್ ಮಣಿ ನನಗೆ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟ ಪಾಠ ಇನ್ನೂ ನೆನಪಿದೆ.

ಮಣಿ: ಕೋಳಿ ಕೂಗಿತು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಕೋಳಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ಬಾತು ಕೋಳಿ.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಬಾತು?
ಮಣಿ: ಕೇಸರಿಭಾತು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಕೇಸರಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ತಿನ್ನೊ ಕೇಸರಿ.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ತಿನ್ನು?
ಮಣಿ: ಏಟು ತಿನ್ನು.
(ನನಗೆ ಹೊಡೀತಾನೆ).
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಏಟು?
ಮಣಿ: ಗಾಂಧಿ ಏಟು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಗಾಂಧಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ಮಹಾತ್ಮ ಗಾಂಧಿ.

ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಹತ್ತು ಸಲ ಈ ಆಟ. ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲೂ ನಾನೇ ಏಟು ತಿನ್ನಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಅವನಾಸೆ. ದಿವಸ, ಮನೇಗೆ ಬರಕ್ಕೆ ಮುಂಚೆ, ಶಾಲೆಯ ಗೇಟ್ ಬಳಿ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಹತ್ತು ಏಟು ಹೋಡೆದು (ಒಂದೆರಡು ಕೊಸರು ಕೊಟ್ಟಿ) ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋದೇ ಒಂದಾಟ!


Mom to son:

L.A.-ge hogi L-A- meerbeda.

Mom to daughter:
Erode-ge hogi ee road mareebeda.


don’t know about bengaluru-mysore corridor,
or mumbai-bengaluru corridor
but ನಮ್ ರೋಡಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೋರೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾರಿಡಾರೇ!


This morning, for a short stretch, to my left was an AUTO and to my right was an ALTO.


Remember those olden day taps with a long white cloth tied to it?


You’ve seen the I-PAD. Remember the WE-PAD (Wooden Examination Pad)?!

It’s that time of the year, when exam pads make a quick entry into every student’s life. During my school days, we would inherit the exam pads from our elders. Hence the wooden pad would have been used by our uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers and finally reach us.

The dark brown pad (with rounded edges) would have a smooth surface on the front and a rough textured surface at the back. The front would have a ‘SRI’, ‘OM’, names of some of the previous owners written in various styles, in blue or green ink. Black or Red ink was considered inauspicious! I had written “Da- 2 small vertical lines- Raj” in a self designed stylish 3D font in Kannada when I got the pad sometime in 3rd standard. Before that, I don’t remember using one. I had used blue sketch pen to write this.

I somehow hated to use the pad just for what it was meant for. Hence, as soon as the exams got over, I would use the pad as a cricket bat, a frisbee, a sword, a fan, a TT bat…. and thus the dark brown pad would have some broken edges by late April. I would also test my endurance levels by putting my fingers under the clip… 3 seconds and the fingers would be removed! The pad would have one small needle like thing near the clip. And this would scratch atleast one of my fingers during every exam. During 6th standard, I remember pasting a poster of Rajkumar at the back of the pad.
It was a huge inspiration for me!

My son’s plastic Ben-10 pad brought back these memories this morning.


Plastic pencil box always looked weak. And that too if it had a single opening. A magnetic pencil box was a fantasy. I was unable to come to terms with myself for a week when my first brother-in-law gifted me one when I was in 2nd standard. It had totally 5 openings – 2 each on both sides and one in the middle, that made the box look like a small diary book. My friends here were in awe with that box.

Friends in “far off” Cochin school also got to see my magnetic box. I remember boys asking in Malayalam: Idu evadannakitti?!

When I graduated from that to the powerful Geometry box, the main attraction were the Compass, Divider, Set square, blotting paper, and of course, if you managed to have a Hero Pen, then you looked a true HERO!

And then came the Ink sharing programme!


The only place
which has offered
a ‘level’ playing field
for a Shastri, Poojara
Pandit, Adhikaari,
Nawab, Merchant,
Maharaja, Yuvaraja,
Engineer, Contractor
is ‘Test’ Cricket!


In some old hotels, even today, Bournvita, Horlicks and Badam Powder bottles are not inside the kitchen. They’re kept next to the Cashier.


Book Cricket, and other types of Cricket I played!

During 4th and 5th standard, ‘book cricket’ entered our lives. I remember playing it quite intensely with my pal Hanuman in 5th standard. As I contracted Jaundice during that time, I was not allowed to go out and play (missed school for quite some days). I used to play book cricket alone after writing down the names of the players (one team was always India, the other varied Eng, WI, Aus etc..) on two pages (it resembled almost a complete scorecard).

The runs were scored by flipping the book open at random and the last digit of the right-side (even-numbered) page was counted as the number of runs scored. 0 (and sometimes 8) were assigned to special rules, typically a wicket was lost when a person scored 0 and scoring 8 would be substituted for a No ball run and an additional chance. To give an example, if the batting side opened the book at page 26, then 6 runs would be scored. For the toss, what was generally done was that both the players open a page and the one whose last digit is greater wins.

Other types of Cricket that I played: Hand cricket and leg cricket! (self explanatory)

And one of my neighbourhood friends, Umesh, had this indoor Cricket board game, where wickets were placed on a green circular piece of clothing, toy fielders were positioned, boundary ropes were kept and the batsman (i.e. you) had a tiny bat to hit the ball which were, shiny ball bearings, that would be dropped from about 5cms height by another player. If the ball went into the small opening near the feet (V-shaped) of the fielder, it was out. If the ball bearing touched the ropes, it was a boundary.


“There was a bit of pressure on me. I just got married, and my wife was worried I should perform. We knew that the new ball would do a bit.”

- Double Centurion Cheteshwar Pujara while receiving the MOM award today.

ಅಪಾರ್ಥ ಮಾಡ್ಕೋಬೇಡ್ರಪ್ಪ!


“India deserve a lot of credit.” – Michael Clarke
(Most Indians nowadays are living only on Credit!)




ಒಂದ್ ಕಾರ್ ಇನ್ನೊಂದ್ ಕಾರ್-ಗೆ ಡಿಕ್ಕಿ ಹೊಡೀತು. ಬಂಪರ್ ಜಖಂ.
ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ೧: ಬಂಪರ್ ಹಾಕಿಸ್ಕೋಡಿ.
ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ೨: ಬಂಪರ್ ಪ್ರೈಜ್ ಎಷ್ಟು?


ರಿಕ್ಷಾ ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ಗಳಿಗೆ ಶ್ಂಕರ್ ನಾಗ್ ಬಿಟ್ರೆ, ‘ಸಂಜೆ ವಾಣಿ’ನೇ next favourite!


Wherever I see LAKME , I invariably read it as LAKUMI.


‘Yorkshire Weather’ since morning in Bengaluru. Perfect for Cricket, Frisbee and a long leisurely walk in the market.


The strong yet subtle smell that surrounds you in a petty shop – a unique mix of Banana (Pach Baale), Fresh Newspapers rolled between glass bottlles, Magazines hung on thin wires, Cigarette smoke, Chikki, Chewing Gum, Modern Bread, Notebook…. cannot be recreated/ replicated anywhere!

ಪೆಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಅಂಗಡಿಗೆ ಜೈ!


Just like a Principal peeping into a class and walking away, the sun peeped once in Bengaluru disappeared.


After years of wear and tear, the Geometry box lid would start moving horizontally, a la Chiranjeevi while dancing! Once the Geometry box lid started acting loose, we would put a piece of paper and close it so that it sat tightly!


Blue & White Hawaii slipper and a ‘safety pin’! Made for each other (no more)!


I played with a short and fat scooter tyre and also a slim and trim cycle tyre… with which tyre did you play?


Ajji calls her grandson, who is listening to his i-pod, and asks him to buy get her a new Panchanga. The boy goes to a shop near 8th cross.

Boy: Uncle, Ondh Panchanga kodi.
Shopkeeper: Ontikoppal kodla?
Boy: Bisi idre kodi.
Shopkeeper: ?!?

(Boy thought the shopkeeper was offering him tea in a cup).


MET Dept. is getting a clearer picture on the Weather in different places through FB posts than the INSAT-1B* picture!

*FB posts are also a kind of IN-SAT…coz we sit inside and write!


ಬಾಗಿಲಿಗೆ ಹಾಕಿರೋ ಬೀಗ ಸ್ಟಕ್ ಆದಾಗ ಗಂಡ ಓಪನ್ ಮಾಡಕ್ಕ್ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಪಡೋದು ನೋಡಿ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಸಲಹೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಾಳೆ:
ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಹಾಕ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟ್ ಟ್ರಯ್ ಮಾಡಿ!


While in school, doubts would crop up on a Sunday evening, a day before the exams! Some of us would study late into the night. Seeing this rare occurrence, one or the other member in the house would invariably utter this phrase: YUDDHAKAALE SHASTRAABHYAASA!


On the last day of the exam, we would frantically run behind our seniors, asking, begging them to sell their textbooks to us, for half rate. The condition of the textbook would decide the final rate. Dirtier the book, lower the price.

By 9th and 10th std., even the GUIDES would be in demand! Remember MBD Guides (Malhotra Book Depot)!


ಗುಂಡಾಯನಮಃ. ಗುಂಡೋಪಂತ್. ಉಂಡಾಡಿಗುಂಡ. ಗುಂಡಪ್ಪ. ಗುಂಡನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಜೋಕ್ಸು. ಗುಂಡನ ಇಟ್ಕೊಂಡು ಗಾದೆ (ಎಲೆ ಎತ್ತೋ ಗುಂಡ ಅಂದರೆ…)
ವೀ ಲವ್ ಗುಂಡ!

ಅಡ್ಡ ರಸ್ತೇಲಿರೋದು ತಪ್ಪಲ್ಲ. ಅಡ್ಡ ದಾರೀಲಿರೋದು ತಪ್ಪು.
ಬೆಳ್ಳೂರ್ ಉವಾಚ

Saturday First Two Periods: Mass PT

December 5, 2012

Photos: RK/ Rambling with Bellur

The timetable suddenly looked so creative when two periods were assigned for the same activity. The last two periods on Friday had CCA (Co-Curricular Activity) while the first two on Saturdays was for Mass PT (aka MPT)!

CCA was both good and bad. We could make a lot of noise, hear some jokes, perform ourselves on the stage and play games off-stage when some uninteresting talk was going on. Or some of us could continue fighting with Sajith and Sureshmani which had started during lunch break over a slice of bread-jam or a few ball-bearings.


The flip side was your navy blue shorts would become ash white sitting on the floor. A patta-patti carpet made no difference as it had the same amount of dust that the floor had. Sometimes this dust came in handy when we would drag our enemy so hard as he was sitting, that it left an indelible mark on him at the base camp!

Mass PT was the time when we saw how the world looked after the assembly finished. Being a Saturday, you could learn how many shades of WHITE existed. There were some students who were always impeccably dressed. White uniform and white shoes and socks were EXACTLY WHITE. Not blueish white, or yellowish white or brownish white. There were some rare species who wore pinkish white. Maybe the white dress was washed with some red saree or shirt. But these colourful whites stood out than the actual WHITE!

As soon as the assembly got over, myself and Mahim would go to the PT room and bring the drums out. Shivanna sir would go on the stage, blow the whistle which meant everyone to take position. One boy and one girl would be on the stage, to lead the show. The boys and girls on the ground would stand with a two-arm distance (side and front). Any crooked line, anyone seen talking, Sir would come to the edge of the stage and shout with glaring eyes – “Aye, Aye” which was enough to send shivers down the spine! And if he just said “Aye” and didn’t slap, that meant he was not in his elements!

Satyanand Sir would be at the back checking the white shoes and uniform. He was not as wild as Shivanna Sir. After hearing Shivanna sir roar, Satyanand sir scolding anyone sounded so friendly. At the most, he would say: Lo, yaako polish maadilla?” Only a student can understand the relation between a white chalkpiece, a few drops of water and white canvas shoes.


Myself and Mahim would be stationed at the very back near the compound wall of the back gate, with Shivanna Sir. Sir would be on the bass drum while we were on the side drums. He would hit the first beat: DHAMMM. Then it would start:

(3 times)

It would end with:

[Yes, you got it! Now I am sure you can remember the faster version when the drill would have the hand on the hips, legs going front, side, front, position].

Amidst all this, one or two would faint. Shivanna Sir would shout: “Why do you all come to school, I Say!” Some delicate darlings would have sat near the window sill even before the drill would begin. We would see them giving a letter to Satyanand Sir, and him telling them to sit.


During really hot days, myself and Mahim would search for a shade to stand. If our beats went wrong, Shivanna sir would whack our hard head with the Bass drum stick, which had a soft head!


Minutes before the bell, we would be let off to drink water and keep back the drums, or just relax. We had to go back to our respective classes, as MASS PT was for A,B and C sections during normal days.

Before the ‘Sports Day”, Mass PT would be for at least 2-3 hours with classes VI to IX participating and practising. The two arm distance would become one-arm distance to fit all the classes, and students of all shapes and sizes. The ‘back’ ground would look like a small matchbox.


On the ‘Sports Day’, which would take place opposite our school, on Government High School grounds, the drill would look magnificent while Shivanna Sir would look magnanimous towards the students after the drill. He would give us sweet packets at the end of the show and pat our backs.


Just when you thought he had become god, he would slap you the next Saturday for not polishing your white shoes, and make you run 25 rounds after the assembly!

PILLARI GEETHE PARODY by Ramakrishna Bellur Shivaram

August 30, 2012

[Apologies for the video quality - incidentally this is the first ever video to be posted on RwB]

Parody composed and sung by: ramakrishna bellur shivaram

india is one nation full of sensation
where ever you see there is commotion

(sri gananatha)
enter any place there is politics
talk to anyone & you will see gimmicks

(siddha charana)
currently there is lot of inflation
rise in prices is the cause of frustration

(sakala vidya)
backward classes want lot of reservation
ladies only want woman’s liberation

cricket is our common religion
people following it make a huge legion

people are crazy about filmstars
they sit on the tree to see a superstar

our prime minister is a mute puppet
only if madam says he will read this couplet

people are busy buying property
firstly they must learn to make a proper tea


(kereya neeranu)
children daily carry heavy bags to the school
some of them don’t study and think it is very cool

kids feel like watching CN-POGO and everything
but parents are strict and say NO to everything!

(sri purandara)
where ever you see there is lot of competition
only if you are lucky you will get recognition

passing an exam is just not the only thing
everyday life is where you must achieve something


people are only bothered
about money today
honest people are becoming
extinct day-by-day

we see a lot of jams
we read about only scams
if you see Twenty-20
its simply wham bam

terrorism is becoming a common thing
just like hazare sitting and fasting

be it the house or office or parliament
wherever you see woman is dominant

national security is posing a big threat
rise in the cyber crimes are posing a bigger threat

but the common man is ignorant of all this
because he still believes ignorance is bliss

those who heard this and also read it along
will have a great life from rk now its so long!

Schools to go Digital

June 21, 2012

 Schools set to take a digital leap : The Times of India

Cartoon: RK

Also visit the Cartoon page on RwB.

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! 

Bangalore Earthquake!

April 11, 2012

Cartoon: RK

Also visit the Cartoon page on RwB.


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