Facts n Fiction

26th January 2009, I was sitting at a coffee bar watching the Republic Day parade on a huge LCD television. A board next to the cash counter read, “A lot can happen over a coffee”. However, I saw nothing happening. There were only a few teenagers occupying the tables, but busy in their mobile mania – “Do you have this ringtone”, “I just bought this N96”, “Hey, see this video, real hot yaar” . I was getting irritated with this young India, they probably wouldn’t even that today is 26th January, our Republic Day, forget asking them the significance of this day. The coffee bar too glittered with its usual RED colour; I was hoping to see the tricolors on this day at least. The only people, who were enthused watching the Republic Day parade, were the waiters and the sweepers, and few street children who stuck their noses and bellies to the glass partitions from outside of the coffee shop. There it was, on one side I had the ‘over-privileged’ young India, and the ‘deprived’ younger India on

This time there is more to see, visualise and praise than to read and ponder. I received few images in my email from a close friend of mine. I loved those pictures, and in fact was amazed. As usual, I immediately thought of forwarding that email to all my friends/contacts in my address book. However, then I thought that these pictures need much more appreciation, a deeper look than merely forwarding them. Forwarded emails are seldom looked at carefully, and often deleted after some time to keep the mailbox size in control. These pictures need to be preserved, and I thought let me put these on my blog; they will at least remain archived there. I don’t certainly claim ownership of these images and I am thankful to my friend who forwarded it to me. I truly feel proud after knowing there is so much skill in India, we all had, till this time known and praised Madame Tussauds wax sculptures. If those wax statues in London were the only thing we knew, let us visit Kolhapur once, and take a lo

He wants an Oscar for the music score of Slumdog Millionaire , not his personal interest but for India, for its one billion people, says the Madras Mozart , A R Rahman. You will get it Sir, I am sure. I am so much happy, thrilled, excited on his feat today, the first Indian to be felicitated with the Golden Globe Award. Allah Rakha Rahman, the only music composer I am an ardent fan of. Not that I don’t like others or their genres, but Rahman is a class apart, ever since the first time I heard, “Dil Hai Chotasa” from Roja. I do respect seniors and elderly people, who go ga-ga about the legendary music directors of their times like Naushad, O. P. Nayyar, C Ramchandra, S.D., and so on. However, I don’t particularly remember of having tuned in to their music or any music of the yesteryears. R.D. has a great fan following and great respect. Sadly, however, I haven’t liked him much either. I listen to their songs, if it is being played alongside, or if I don’t have the choice to change the