Saturday, July 2, 2022

Movie- Superman of Malegaon

I do not remember who suggested me this movie, "Superman of Malegaon". This is a documentary on people of Malegaon, who makes a super hero film with whatever resources they have in their small town. This documentary takes us into the lives of Malegaon film lovers. They're passionate about movies. We get to see the ordinary humans living their dreams. 

Malegaon is a remote place in the state of Maharashtra in India. It's hub of power handlooms, poverty, hardships. Amidst such dull life, people relieve themselves through movies. They got video halls in which they watch the movies. 

Faiz Ahmad Khan directed this documentary really well, letting us take a peak into the lives of Malegaon people. 

Talking about why there are no women actress in the movie, a writer mention, "It's because of our thinking. And it's because of our poverty. Due to poverty, we don't pursue education. Without education, our thinking doesn't develop. It's a vicious cycle."

The director who is passionate about movies doesn't let his brother get into it. "It's just hobby. Do not see future in this. There's no future in it," he advises his brother constantly. Such a paradox where he's living his passion and doesn't let his loved ones get into it because, does he care for his loved ones?

Sneha Khanwalkar has worked on music for this documentary.  I still do not know who has suggested me this movie. Glad, I saved it to watch it later. If you're interested in documentaries, it's a must watch. 




Music- Yodhaka by Pradeep, Susha, Darbuka Siva & Keba

 It was Past 12 AM. Shreya and I were engaged in life conversations. In the background, Nikhil was playing music. Shreya was sharing how her life is going on and I was narrating my Jaipur life to her. All through these conversations, I couldn't ignore the soothing music, Nikhil was playing. 

What's the name of this song? I enquired. The train of conversation got shifted to music and we discussed the album-Yodhaka, from which, the songs were being played. We talked about the artists of the album, Keba, Pradeep Kumar and how Keba left the band as he didn't wanted to be a part of band which was worshipping a different faith than his. Sad to hear this kinda events from the artists who liberate everyone with music which is same to all kinda faith listeners. 

My favourites from this album are Shwetaambara, Vasudev Sutham



Friday, July 1, 2022

Life & Death Chronicles- My Uncle's Demise

On June 9th, at 6.45 PM, Naveen suggested for wedding shopping at Zudo. Sunny is getting married and Naveen picked a blue kurta and to match the dress, he wanted a decent foot wear. We walked into Zudo. 

I was strolling around and tried out some foot wear, Akhila called saying, "Mohan mama chanipoyaru." Mohan mama passed away. There's no space of doubt. She declared that she's dead. How is she so sure of it, I asked. She narrated, "Mama pulse was low and it had hit 60 in the afternoon. His sugar levels were down. To maintain his sugar levels, he had an insulin shot and ate a little. Upon's Akhila's suggestion at evening, he was quickly shifted to Hospital. He couldn't respond to CPR, he couldn't respond to his sons' Preetam and Danny's call, neither for his wife, my aunt Chitti's screams. The doctors in the hospital declared him dead. 

This is all my Dad could share with Akhila and Akhila with me. "Can we confirm again?" I asked her hoping that there's a chance for some survival. "I tried calling Dad and mom. Both seemed to be in hospital," my sister responded. 

Without thinking much, a few things seemed very clear to me. I'd miss my best friend's Sunny's marriage event. I need to start my journey to Kadapa and attend the family. 

A lot of thoughts flashed, if I'm given a choice to attend a marriage or funeral. What would I choose? I began to think. It's important to be with loved ones in tough times rather than the happy times, a thought flashed. I'd not be honest, If I mentioned that I felt bad to miss my friend's marriage but, equally, I badly wanted to be with the family to support them during this untimely loss. 

T.ManMohan Jayachandrudu Birth: XX.XX.1970 Death:09.June.2022. Not until 9th June, I knew that my uncle is called as ManMohan Jayachandrudu. I often called him as "Mohan Mama" What do I never know about my mama? I thought. 

He worked in the Police Department as Inspector of communications which is something I knew in half. All the years I know about him, he talked a bit here and there about his work with me. I always wanted to see him in his uniform. Never had a chance to see him in uniform though. 

My early memories with Mohan mama are at their earlier residence at Patel Road, Kadapa. In 2000s, whenever I visited Kadapa during Summer holidays, I'd spend a day or two at Mohan Mama's place. My aunt is lovely cook and always cooked chicken curry, biryani and for sure, a dessert. Mama is cheerful and used to play a lot of badminton. I remember him leaving house early in the morning for games, come home and eat a lot of idles with chutney turning on Mtv Hindi and Channel V, listening to songs. He used to listen to a lot of  Hindi songs.  

As he was totally into sports, he had a baseball bat with him in house. For the first time, I touched a baseball bat at his place only. For an 8 year old, handling baseball bat was a big thing for me. 

I have a good rapport with my cousins, uncle sons- Preetham & Danny. Preetham is of my age and Danny is a few years younger to me. We used to play around and chill out at home. 

In 2007, Mohan mama along with his family, visited Nellore to my other aunt's house. I could see mama being more cheerful and open. In family circles, he seemed to be reserved but, he's not. He's comfortable with a few and with others, he's comfortable being distant. 

I had a good relation with him. Whenever I visited, we could talk for long time. We always had some topics to discuss. Recently, we were talking about Mt.Abu and Abu Road. He's informed of the army bases and other training facilities Mt.Abu has. He's knowledgeable and quite chatty. 

At one point of time, he was totally into alcohol and smoking. I never saw him drinking or smoking in front of me though. Even in home, I was told that he'd smoke in the washrooms but, not in front of his children. I wonder how he felt about his smoking and drinking. 

May be he was not doing that out of enjoyment and added a lot of shame to his habits. 

In 2015, My uncle underwent through series of operations and had to undergo dialysis. I always remember him eating a lot of delicious food. From watching him enjoying his sumptuous food at home, I was saddened to see him eat bland food on a hospital bed. From then on, my aunt, and cousins had tough time as caregivers. 

My uncle resumed his job after a series of operations. Dialysis process was set up at home. My cousin had to return to home to attend the family. Come what may, every day, at night my uncle had to undergo the dialysis process. I remember talking to Preetam about this, on long walks. Earlier, Preetam and I had a chance to go out for a dinner and chat. But, after my uncle's hospitalisation, night plans were never an option. 

Over the years, my uncle's health condition went through a lot of ups and downs. Despite his health condition, he was quite active at his work. 

10.June.2022

I spotted Preetam and Danny sitting near my uncle. Both of them were deprived of sleep. My aunt was inside. All the relatives showed up at home. One of the relative called out Preetam to bring tooth brush for them. Preetam told to Danny. Danny was on his way. I offered him help and got what is necessary. My Dad was out making the necessary arrangements. I wondered what it is to attend others' needs during the funeral rather than grieving for the loss.                                              

A lot were walking in with garlands and standing next to their children. I was not ready to watch my aunt in such situation. I didn't walk in to the house. I was standing out with Preetam and Danny. There was nothing much to talk about except be there and just be there. 

Slowly, a lot of police personnel walked in with the garlands. A few walked in for the work and a few to bid a last bye. Everyone wanted a picture as they were offering a garland. As SP, Deputy SP joined at home, the environment at the street could be anticipated. First a few police officers walked in. Later, a jeep with two police officers jumped out. And then came the white Innova in full speed in a small street. Everyone were on their toes as SP was about to attend the family. All the police officers saluted, one had the garland ready. SP quickly offered his respect and talked to the family. In the same way, Deputy SP, Head of police communications and other big police officers paid their respects. 

All through out this events, my aunt was unconsolable. Preetam was silent and had no expressions on his face. Danny was sitting next to my uncle staring at him. I had to leave them to bring some material for the funeral. Other relatives were busy bringing the coffin and getting the grave ready at burial ground. 

I wonder, how one has to attend all these funeral logistics, without taking time to grieve. The memories would flash, the reality would surface but, still we got to call that van who'd give the last ride to my uncle.

Watching everyone and sometimes at uncle, emotions dwelled but, I couldn't cry. Is it any conditioning that boys shouldn't cry or what's wrong with me? I couldn't cry but I was aware of the emotions I was going through. My cousin was standing still supporting his mother all through out. 

A lot of police officials arrived and offered their last respects. As time passed by, there were only a few people arriving. One lady neighbour walked in to pay her respect. Besides, offering garland, she walked near my cousin and asked how it happened. As my cousin began to retell the whole incident, she, without any second thought, began to give her suggestions. "You should've taken him to hospital. You should've given him more food. You should have been bit early in responding." The suggestions didn't stop. 

How can these people be so insensible, I thought. Someone is grieving for the loss. No suggestions would bring him back but why does one not think, what to talk, when to talk and where to talk. I wanted to tell her, No dear neighbor, we don't need your suggestions!. Instead, I could only see my cousin's face nodding,  struggling to respond to her words. 

As it was beyond lunch time, 1 PM, my dad got worried about the food for everyone who are at home. The funeral has to happen. The bellies also need to be fed. As he was thinking what to do, uncle friends already worked on this and ordered food for 50 and odd people. Right from what to order and where to order, they got it sorted. Right from plastic plates and glasses, they got it covered. "Don't worry, we already took care of this and ordered for everyone." they responded when dad went to ask how many would need lunch. Everyone were volunteering to be of support to the grieving family. 

On one side, the lunch was organized and other side, a discussion on when to visit the grave yard and by what time the coffin would come and at what time, we'd go to church. 

The coffin arrived at expected time. Family members got engaged in the last bath/cleaning. As it was time to place uncle in the coffin, the coffin had to be customized. People began to discuss how to tinker the present coffin as getting a new coffin would take more time. I couldn't think how tough it'd be to everyone to engage in these logical rational conversations when they're going through a turmoil of emotions. 

After a lot aye and nay, we got it sorted and began to head to the church and then cemetery. 

Police department paid their last due respects by gun salute. In quite silence, the gun sound shook us up to ponder on life and death. All this love and respect to the person who can't witness it anymore. 

                          

The only thought I take away, walking away from the grave after offering last respects to my uncle is, DO NOT WAIT PEOPLE TO BE DEAD TO GIVE THEM FLOWERS. 




Memories- A year to the shift from Sirohi to Jaipur

 1.July.2021 

The day, I began to shift to Jaipur. I never expected this shift in such short time. I was given a different role and I was happy to work on it by staying in Sirohi. As Dyu left Sirohi, I couldn't think of living in Sirohi anymore. I never thought I'd stay with someone when I was shifting to Sirohi. From day one, I was with Dyu and he is a big a support system. I was just like a kid clueless of how to live in a small town. He was the one who took care of everything. Right from paying bills to getting the basic groceries to home. I can't imagine living in Sirohi without him. Dyu left in April. Azhar joined me for a month. Soon after that, I went home and returned in June. I spent a month in Sirohi hanging out most of the time with Pallavi and Geetika. 

I was postponing my shift by days. All of sudden Gautam and Rajiv visited Sirohi and invited me to join them to Jaipur and check for houses. I couldn't say no to them. I went ahead and stayed in Jaipur for couple of days to figure out the house. I spent 4 days in Sirohi and figured out a house for myself. I returned to Sirohi not sure of how this transition is going to happen as I was not ready to process it. No sooner, I returned to Sirohi, I began to organise things and invite  the packers and movers. Within no time, I was clearing my books, Dyu's stuff, kitchen utensils and all the things we procured in Sirohi. 

The First Days in Sirohi

When I was coming to Sirohi in march 2019, I came with a single suitcase and rucksack. Dyu joined with a big suitcase. The first thing, we bought in Sirohi was a mat to sleep for the price 150rs each. We got two and tried sleeping on it. The mat was no better than floor. It was too hard to sleep. Next day we got a cot for 1000rs each. 

As days passed, we settled in the house with the basics. The basics included a water keg, cot, door mat, bucket, mug, broom and few other utensils. Kaveri, Dyu and I were doing the shopping in the beginning. 

After a year, in March 2020, Kaveri left Sirohi for Bangalore. After another year, in April 2021, Dyu left Sirohi to figure out his next destination. 

I left Sirohi on July.1.2021 for Jaipur in a hasty manner. I wanted a change in life but, a lot of unasked changes were happening in life then. 

The Last Days in Sirohi

For one moment, I wanted to be with people around. Another moment, I wanted to be alone walking those lanes and wandering in the places I've lived. I wanted to process the change and tell myself that it's not going to be the same. It's not going to be the same with the people whom I talk daily. It's not going to be the same when I visit those shops I daily walk into.  It's not going to be the same when I visit neighbor whom I share a smile with, to talk to.  Things are going to be different. I may have to live in a new place with new people. I've been doing that all my life- leaving people and living with a new people. I was just having hard time to process that reality. 

However, I couldn't bid bye the way I wanted to with a lot of people. Shankar and Azhar decided to bid me a farewell properly. Shankar came all the way to Sirohi with some meeting excuse. Both of us headed to Abu Road. Had our usual dinner. At late night, Shankar and Azhar boarded me on train. 

That last dinner was assurance that things are not going to change only the frequency of meets may change. Thanks Azhar and Shankar for everything. 


Thursday, June 30, 2022

Jaipur Journals- The Parcel has arrived

On 20th, I headed to Post office at Kadapa, to parcel off a few off my books, that I badly want to read in Jaipur. Most of them were heavy weighed hardcover books. All of them weighed 15 kgs and were off to Jaipur.

The first thing, I looked out for, when I visited home is the package. It was placed right at my door. I took my own time to settle down at home and unpacked the box. It was very roughly handled. I could see that a few book corners were torn out due to force or some mishandling. Thankfully, nothing was torn. 

I got Ivory Throne, War and Peace, and all the books I borrowed from Bangalore. A few I bought from Bangalore and three hard cover books on paintings. One on Rabindranath Tagore, other book on D.G. Kulkarni and  another one was on Indian Paintings. Thanks Indian Postal services, I got my package. 

Stories on Wheels- Hyderabad to Jaipur Day1

Traveling from Jaipur to Abu road on a train during  daytime triggered me an idea of traveling long distances in trains during the daylight, watching the exquisite Indian landscapes.

I executed the idea of this daylight train journeys whenever I had a chance. Whenever I have to travel and have time to extend my plans, I chose daylight train journeys. Likewise, when I had a chance to return to Jaipur. I chose to travel through train canceling my booked flight tickets. 

This journey seemed to be the toughest for many reasons. First of all, I couldn't get the tickets easily. I booked a ticket a week ago with waiting list 33 and it got halted at WL17 on the day before journey. Failed booking Tatkal and got a WL3 in that as well. Hoping for a miracle, I waited. Miracle did happen and got WL1 & WL2 in general and Tatkal categories. Amazed by the pace I got cruised through WL and stopped only at 1 & 2. 

Next day, I was more diligent in booking and got the ticket booked. HYB-JP. Hyderabad to Jaipur. 8.25PM 

Next day, Ouchitya helped me to pack properly and dropped me at Harry's home as well. 

Departed from Harry's home at 7.14 bidding bye to Anjali and Harry. 

I scrolled down the screen to recheck the ticket. I could glance through these details. 

 HYB-JP 20:25 27.June.2022 Coach: X1. Seat:XX

All good to go. I'm excited to take this train journey, I thought. I left Harry's house by 7.14 PM, wishing I'd reach by 8PM to have 25 minutes in hand. Looking through the stream of car red lights, 'By what time, can we go?' I enquired the driver. 'By 8.10 PM, we'll be there,' he assured. 

Which means, I'll only have 15 minutes to take my luggage out, carry it, reach platform 6 and walk till the coach. I was visualizing myself to be agile to do everything in time. 

As the driver promised, he dropped me at the station sharply by 8.10 PM. I quickly got out and carried the bags. Carrying 30kg bags, I decided to skip the bag security check. Yeah, in railway stations, there's an option of entering through exit, exiting through entry. No one gives damn. 

As I googled the  platform earlier, I decided to walk directly into the platform rather than checking it on the screen. I trudged to the escalator and cruised to the bridge. All the LED boards had one message, 'WELCOME' in bright red dots with background of black screen. Why didn't they put any sign of my train, I thought. As the cold breeze turned into heavy blown cold air, I waited on the bridge for some sign. I walked till the 6th platform and looked down to see the train number display on the coach position screens. To my disappointment, the screens were also blank. I waited for a few more minutes. 8.25. The train has to come here. I checked the phone again about the train running status. The train hasn't started it yet was the update I could get. 

Being relaxed, I looked at the platform number again. 6 it was written. I stepped down towards the 6th platform. I went and put my bags down, wondering how this train journey is going to be. I looked at the phone, the empty railway track and the deserted platform. 

The whole reason of traveling in train was to catch up with passengers for some candid conversations and I see no one at the platform at all. I approached a lady to enquire, 'Jaipur train yehi platform par aayega na?' She nodded very quickly saying, 'nahi malum.'

Looking at my luggage and the painting I've been carrying since a month, I've started taking some pictures of it in the railway station.  Suddenly, I recollected the travel anxiety tales shared by a friend. Recollecting those tales, I thought of my train again. Looked at the phone to check and the train has left and is reaching Secunderabad. 

Wait, is it not supposed to start from Kacheguda? If not Kacheguda, where is it coming from? I was puzzled. How many major railway stations are there in Hyderabad, I asked myself a quick Hyderabad GK question. Two. Kacheguda and Secunderbad, I could think of. Renny, you're missing something, I told myself and got the right answer. It's three. Kacheguda. Secunderabad & Nampally. 

The train has started from Nampally. HYB stands for Nampally and KCG stands for Kacheguda. I've been booking these tickets since a week and I couldn't think of what code stands for what station. 

Without thinking much, I took my bags and began to climb the stairs with so much of pace. 8.43PM, I started climbing stairs. 8.55PM is when train would reach Secunderabad. Without being logical, I ran towards the exit with all the pace, not worrying how I'd fall flat on my face with 30 kgs bag, if I lose out balance in my running. 

This time, I ran through the exit searching for an auto. Three autos were placed in line waiting for their customers. 'Secunderabad Jaana hai' I asked. Aa jao, 200 hoga, he responded. Without worrying of the price, 'Jaldi Jaana hai bhai' I dropped three of bags in a trice and started to look through phone. 

'Time nahi hai anna. Jaldi jaana hai.' I mentioned it to the Autowala. Understanding the intensity behind time nahi hai, he became the swift super automan vrooming through the chikkadpally lanes. Before I could identify RTC X roads, I was at Musheerabad. 

Anna, jaldi Jaana hai, I kept telling him, being anxious of what I'd do if I miss the train. I already post poned this travel and I cancelled my booked flight ticket for this. If I've get onto the train, I'll have to wait till day after tomorrow. Tomorrow to book in Tatkal. Day after tomorrow to begin the journey and then 3 days in the journey. I'd need one more week to reach my work place. Taking 40 day break, I simply didn't wanted to postpone my work anymore!

paanch minute, hum pahunch gaye! He affirmed. All through out this dhoom machaale ride, food delivery person calls asking my whereabouts. I ordered Bawarchi biryani to be delivered at my coach. 

"Anna is my train there. I'm still coming to station." I panicked. 

"The train is not yet there. It'll be in no time. Come fast." he giggled, "if not, you'll miss it."

Why is he laughing at me? I thought. Is it because, I'd miss train or is it because I'd miss biryani?

Whatever! I thought and focussed again on the road. "Anna, let's go from backside." I directed the super automan. Thinking of the 10th platform, I could think of the train journey with Vikas. We went through 10th platform and ran till the 1st platform then. 

Now, I gotta run till 6th platform. To be reassured, I called the food delivery guy to confirm the platform. "Platform no. 6." he confirmed.

Thanking Nazeer bhai, the super auto man who dropped me at the Secunderabad Station safely, I got on my heavy bags and ran as fast as I can. I could only rethink of the way, I ran through these bridges with Vikas, Rathod Bhai and Sandy Bhai. 

As I was climbing down the stairs for the 6th platform, I could see women in ghungat and many people gathering in crowd. Yes, this it the Rajasthani crowd, I got double confirmed and went ahead. I reached the place where my coach would come. There was one lad holding a plastic bag and looking at hte phone. I called the food delivery number and he looked at me and greeted with smile, "Train hasn't come yet. Have the food." he handed me the packet.

Two minutes, I looked around and waited, the train arrived. The Jaipur express, the one where I'd spend my next 30 hours or more! 


Jaipur Journals- Back to Home

 After a strenuous train journey, I returned to Jaipur. Returning to home after 40 days break brings me to a home full of dull light brown dust everywhere. The dust has dried up and thanks to the humidity, it has become sticky on few surfaces. The white marbles have turned pale. The place is unturned with all the clothes lying on the bed and the books scattered across the desk. I imagined that I left home organizing books, clothes and other things but, realized I didn't. The only things I organized were my paintings.  

Despite the dust, It's good to be back. It's good to be back at home. In the course of 40 days, I've stayed in different places. I enjoyed staying all those places and grateful for them. I know that how much ever I roam around, the last place that I've return is Jaipur, which I call home for now. A year ago, it was Sirohi. 4 years ago, it was Hyderabad. Many years ago, it was different place. 

It's interesting how we own up the places we live in. 

Introspecting on places and hometowns, I've stopped asking people, where are they from? Instead, I ask, Where are you local to?

I'm born in some place but, I'm local to all the places I've lived in. I represent more of the places I lived in rather than the places I'm related to. 

For now, got to clean this place and live till I travel for another visit. 

Saturday, June 18, 2022

Tales from Home- The cloudy Evenings

 Whenever I'm at home there are two places, I often visit. Kitchen and terrace. Kitchen, because, I often find mom there and terrace, because, I get to spend some time in silence under the blue skies. In Kadapa, the evening skies are always lovely. The blue skies hasn't been polluted by the light. 

Bangalore Days- A silent company

On a lovely late evening, I sat in the middle of trees, to write a letters to friends. As I continued writing, a dog with a bright orange neck collar reached near to me. It stepped on to the place I was sitting on. It sniffed the bag, reached out to the book. I didn't entertain it observing it close. It looked at me. I  looked at her. Both seemed to be comfortable with being next to each other. 

As I continued writing, it just sat next to me, scratched it's ears with it's paws and curled herself up. Comfortably, it lied down and kept staring. For minutes, it just sat like that. When it discovered a fly or insect, it just jumped on it, tried eating the little creature, got onto the place again,curled herself up and sat silently again. 

I was doing my work, she was doing her work. For a few minutes, the place she sat became a place to rest. Every two minutes, she was jumping off and eating some insects.  It continued till I wrote a letter and till I finished a phone call with a friend. I had to walk away from the place. As I was walking away, it sat silently without a worry of anything happening around her. I wonder, what it is to be comfortable at random places and be ourselves. 


Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Music- Oh Cheliya

 There are a few covers which strikes me for bringing their own sense of originality despite making the cover. 

After ages, I went back to the archive to listen to this piece. Really a good one Shreya. 

https://www.instagram.com/p/CByMAfSg-sM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Jaipur Journals- Library & Legends

Sitting in a library, the librarian asked a person how many books did you read this year?

'Do you want me to help you or not' replied in curt manner pointing him with a book he was handling. 

Thinking of library and books, J shared the story of Dharampal who lived for 40 years in library.

A Gandhian historian. "The only interaction he had with Gandhi was he met him and Gandhi said, I've heard about you. Hum aapke baare sune hain." J introduced Dharampal about how he started walking in the foot steps of Gandhi.  

And that's small interaction, he had and inspired by Gandhi works, he went on to research a lot . Gandhi mentioned that our education system was beautiful before British entered. Dharam took so much interest that he spend 40 years of his  life in India House library, London. 

He was able to do this, as he married a german lady and settled in foreign country. He spent his prime life outside researching on Gandhi and Indian Education system before British intervention. 

In the last years, he returned to India. "He would be hallucinating a lot in his last years." J shared as DharamPal was frequent visitor to Mussorie. Also, a young boy from J's village was sent to take care of of DharamPal. That boy would narrate tales of how he used to live with the Dharam. Call this X person. Bring him, Dharam would say, the young lad would take him into rooms and make him sit in his room only and then Dharam would talk to an invisible person and ask him to leave. So interesting were the tales. 

He played a major role in Atal Bihari Vajpayee's Government it seems. Got to know more about him through this site. His work is immense. 

https://www.dharampal.net/about-us


Bangalore Days- Books, Books and Books

Monday, June 13, 2022

Book- The Red Haired Woman by Orhan Pamuk



Written in first person, Cem, a sixteen year old begins to narrate his journey. All of a sudden, Cem's father leaves the family leaving nothing to mother and son. The sixteen year old teen aspires to be a writer. To fulfil his aspiration, through University dreams, he works as apprentice with a master Mahmut at well-digging at a remote place Ongoren, a nearby place to Istanbul. Master Mahmut is best at his work-well digging. Through intuition and ancient knowledge, he finds place to dig wells. 

Along with Master Mahmut, Cem travels to this remote place, Ongoren, to earn some money to support his university studies. As he talks of well-digging, he talks of the red-haired woman with whom he was attracted, right on the first day. 

The stint with red-haired woman brings Cem to the fate he was fascinated of- Oedipus & Rostam. 

In one story, the son kills the father and other myth, the father kills the son. The whole story revolves around these two myths. It's interesting how a story is woven through myths, set up in modern context. It's been long time since I wrote novels written in first person. Glad to read this piece. As soon as I go to Jaipur, will lay my hands on My name is Red. 

I got introduced to Orhan Pamuk by Lokesh, Pallavi & Malavika at different times. I picked this 'The Red Haired Woman' at Azim Premji University's Library. It was written that Indu Prasad donated this book. Thanks Indu for donating this book to Library. Thanks Lokesh, Pallavi & Malavika for the suggestion. 

Bangalore Days- My first ever Yulu Ride



Last mile connectivity is what a lot of companies have worked on. Yulu seemed to crack this in Bangalore. I got on the roads to meet a friend from  Sarjapur to White Field forum. I spent an hour and half in the bus wading through the snail traffic. I had a last 1km stretch to reach to my friend's homep. The traffic is too much to book for an Ola bike and wait for it as the Ola bike also would be stuck in the traffic. I got down the bus and began to walk. I spotted these two Yulu bikes on the pavement left by some Dominoes Pizza Delivery guys as they got their set of friends to pick them up from that point. 

Whenever I see Yulu, I get reminded of my friends riding out these bikes. I got near them to give a try.  I quickly installed Yulu app and recharged 100 rupees in the account. I scanned the e-bike through app, the bike got turned on, waiting for me to ride on. Simple and easy way to get an e-bike in bustling Bengaluru. 

Yulu is very comfortable for short rides. Also,since it's an e-bike, hardly there's a sound this produce. This is perfect mode to reach the last mile in time. Also, there's a lot of space to put the baggage in front. In the e-bike I selected, the horn wasn't functional. As this is almost like a cycle but, heavy one, big bikes, cars, trucks hardly notice these and give a space to ride. 

I enjoyed cruising through the streets in this Yulu. I wonder how many small walks would be cut short because of this Yulu. If state has to encourage the public to walk, what measures they can do is a food for thought. 

Bangalore Days- Residence for two weeks


Azim Premji University has this 15 floor Guest Residence where students are currently residing as their 44 floor students' residence is under construction. I was given a room in 13th floor. 1307. Every time we go on our work trips, Malavika made me notice the room no.s I stay in. Let me find out if I find any pattern in this. 

The residence became my stay for almost two weeks. The Bangalore skyline in early mornings and late evenings is beautiful from this room. I wrote a bit and painted a lot. I hardly stayed in this room during daytime as I had lovely university campus to hang around. Good time. 

Memories- The cloudy evenings

Memories- My Home in 2008

Living through different homes, I never attached myself to a particular home as the homes always changed. I learnt to live in the home and cherish the memories I carry with them. The current home holds a special place in my heart as it's my Dad's own home. I lived in this house for a year in 2008. Back then, I  was 14 years old and the house seemed big. Now, I'm 27 and the house looks cramped for me. The space hasn't changed but the way I perceive has changed. 

This house reminds me of the days I spent, friends I had, food I ate, dresses I wore, teachers I had, school I went, streets I roamed and feelings I had. I do not have a single picture of those times but, every memory is a vivid sight to remember. I do remember the hard cover notebook covers I wrote on and the messages I sent to my crush through SMS language. 

In 2008, I studied in St.Joseph's English Medium High School. The choice of the school was based on the proximal distance to the home. It was right behind the home. A few steps away, I'd be in the school. I didn't think much about the studies as I got habituated by the change then. I didn't make any friendships in previous school which I thought I'd miss. I do had good friends but, never learnt the concept of growing up with friends for long time. 

In this school, Sister Anitha was my class teacher. Before the month of August, I became familiar with all the classmates. I'm friends with everyone. Ibrahim, Srikanth, Aadil, Yunus, Ajay, Gopal, Rony, Kareem, Sudeshna, Yamini, Amulya, Madhuri, Vennila, Susmitha Priya, Ayesha, Shirin, Zoya, Ramana are few names of my classmates. I've a good rapport with everyone. 

In boys, I used to closely hang out with Srikanth, Rony, Gopal, Kareem and few more friends. In girls, Amulya, Yamini & Sudeshna were good friends. Ayesha was my close competitor. In class 7, she was the topper. When I came in class 8, I became the topper. I was never bothered to be the topper but eventually, I used to score good marks in every subject. Ayesha was calm and she never expressed her disappointment when she scored less than me. More than for us, it was a topic for all our friends to discuss. Who got more marks and who's feeling what. 

Besides the academics, I was the class monitor for obvious reasons. I was energetic, big mouthed, vocal boy in the class. I was confident in everything. In retrospect, I wonder where that confidence came from. My sister was studying in the same school but, I never bothered to worry much about my siblings, if they're studying in the same school. I used to talk to my seniors without an inch of fear. I never understood, why one need to be afraid to talk to elders. At home, I was never afraid of my parents to talk to. My Grandparents didn't like that I'm talkative and give back answers. Well, I was always like that during my childhood. 

Besides my straight forward personality, I was adolescent and had feelings for a friend of mine. Being honest about what I felt, without giving labels to what I felt, I acted without judging much. I wanted to spend more time with her and talk. Clueless of what I was feeling but, I was sure of few things. I'd not do a thing which I'd hide infront of my parents. Everyday, I used to walk to my her place to spend time with her and talk to her. What did we talk? I do not remember what we talked but, I remember the walks I took to her home completing my home work in time. I remember telling my mom 'I'm going out,' without telling where I'm going. On being asked, where I'm going, I'd tell my mom my friend's name. We used to sit in a drawing room and talk, sometimes listen to music. 

Also, this was the time when adults had tough time to have a dialogue with me on my adolescent behaviour. In the school, at my friend's place, I always behaved well. Talking a lot was a big complaint my parents and teachers had. What's wrong in talking was my point. None could confront me or punish me for my behaviour. I was disappointed by the distrust adults had on me during those times. 

After spending first 6 months in school, I had a special group of friends in school. I was very close with them. I was very affectionate with all of them. I was affectionate with my class teacher, Anitha Sister as well. 

Every Saturday, we could wear civil dress to school. I remember getting dresses stitched rather than buying ready made dresses. I was only getting shirts stitched. I had three favourite stitched shirts. One was a white shirt with blue pattern, other a white shirt with pink patterns,  the third one was a black shirt with gold patterns in it. I was wearing all these shirts with black and white jeans on every Saturday. Whenever I used to match my dress with my crushes, a lot of sly smiles beamed in the class. 

Ajay's mom and Pio Massimo Fabberi's father were teachers in our school. I always wondered how it is to have parents in the same school we're studying. There's always a constant fear to be supervised. In this school, I directed my first play ever in my entire schooling. As I was very active, I never bothered to venture into things I'm good at. I always wanted to do everything irrespective of how good I'm at it. As I used to dance, recite poetry, participate in elocution and monologues, I was interested to take part in something during Independence Day celebrations. Before our gang, everyone gave names to every activity. Our group was left with either drama or dance. I began to lead the group and we ended up creating a drama. I was directing the whole drama from the beginning and I became the director. A lot of my friends acted in the drama. I never came onto the stage but, I was proud when the drama went well. No one knows about my efforts except my class teacher Anitha Sister and all my friends who played in it. 

Back then, creating a mix tape was a big deal. I, along with two friends of mine went to a music shop carrying an empty cassette. Selected the songs we want in this cassette. Mentioned what bits we needed and recorded them with the help of the music shop guy. I remember the walks and cycle rides we took to accomplish the music recording task. I also remember using Nero Smart frequently to burn the CDs and copy my favourite music. Rajinikanth's Shivaji Album, Suriya's Aaru were few albums I was constantly listening to. A few gospel albums also became my favourite then. 

I was regular to morning mass at times, thanks to couple of my friends.  I enjoyed waking up early to the church bells and getting ready to go to the church along with the friends. 

During this year, I also had a lot of health issues. I was regular to hospital for checkups. Nothing serious but, visiting hospital regularly itself was scary times. Dad used to live in TamilNadu. I used to live with mom and Akhila. All my relatives were in town but, I do not remember visiting them frequently. 

There's a lot I remember of my past homes. I do not know if I could ever revisit the homes I lived but, to this home I'd always come to. Grateful to have a home to revisit. 



Libraries- A happy meeting place

I find libraries as the best places to talk. Yes, I know that library places are meant to be silent so that people delve into reading but, what better place can we ask for, to start a conversation? For me a silent place where we're undisturbed for long hours. 

I have beautiful memories with library. I spent a lot of time in library, talking to the loved ones. We gotta talk in low tone. And there area always corners where we can engage in conversations. 

Firstly, I find a very few people in the library.  Second, there are two types of people in library. People who visit library to pick up books and read. People who visit library for the sake of visiting library. I belong to the second type. 

'During college days, in the first three years, I never was alone in college.  Either I was with my gang or with the love or my basketball teammates. It's a rarity to be alone in the college. During my last year of my college, before I began TEDx community, I was doing rounds to principal office for permissions and other letters. During those days, I spent a lot of time by myself. Whenever, I have an hour or two to spend, I used to visit library, just to pick a glance through books or to sleep. 

In one of those visits, during my last college days, I met Amulya Gupta. I know her as a batch mate but, never got a chance to catch up with her in detail. In the college library, next to a huge series of windows, with a good view of basketball court, we sat over a long table, stretching our legs and began to talk on friends, groups, gangs, caste discrimination and traveling, we began to share a lot. Amulya was honest in her thoughts and very sweet person. She has her own limitations and the best thing is she knows about it. She's very communicative. 

I enjoyed working with her for TEDx. One of the best memories of my college days. Library reminds me of our conversation. A nice memory to cherish upon. Thanks Amulya for reminding about the best memories. 


Sunday, June 12, 2022

Quote of the hour

"Art does not evolve by itself; there ideas of people chances and, with them they mode of expression."

                                                                                                                    -Pablo Picasso

Thursday, June 9, 2022

Friends- The usual surprises

Whenever I visit Hyderabad, I get ready for sleepless nights and a lot of laughter and banter. No sooner I visited Bala's place, I get welcomed by all the homies and full banter. Waking up at 10 am in the early morning is rarity in the house. By chance, if one gets to wake up by 9.30, either she's supposed to wake up  by 7 am in the morning or they slept early around 3 am. 

The breakfasts are ordered, along with the coffee. A lot of Swiggy and Zomato are thankful to this 4th floor apartment boys. 

The flat has the usual cycle. By afternoon, the maid comes in and cleans everything. By night, it's a huge mess again. The game of cleaning by morning and messing it up by night is the usual routine. The best thing about this flat is the people. 

People comes up with a lot of interesting personalities and stories. A few from IT, a few into business, a few into cinema. This is the hub for all the conversations and chatter. A perfect mix to celebrate the normalcy and talk of numbers, data, politics, and much more.

More than that, friendships are made under this house. You never know whom you meet and when you manage to spend time with them you'd never be able to forget them. That's the kind of impression they'd last in our lives.

Friends- The First Wedding in the Gang

During college days, we formed a gang without a worry on who's who. It's been 10 years since we met. A lot has happened through the decade. A lot of them have left India to pursue higher studies and a lot switched the streams to pursue other streams. A lot of us loved and got  lost even before we finished the college. Sunny has been with his school love since 2009 and he's getting married to her on June 10th.2022.

Celebrating the big event in life, Sunny hosted a party. A few called it Bachelorette, a few called it a pool party. At the end of the day, we were gathering in big number after ages, that's a reason to have our usual party. Ten of us gathered in a farm house, 50 KM away from Hyderabad. 

Sunny, Naveen, Jaya, Sowmyth, Jishan, Abhishek G, Bala, Sam, Sachin & Myself  headed to the farm house. 

All of us jumped in pool while G captured the moments. Like good old days, we had great time talking to each other, laughing at lame jokes and playing around the pool.  

Picking conversations from college, a lot of us ended up talking what we're up to in our lives. It's funny that no one wants to talk about how we're growing up. Our conversations wavered between jobs and other worldly stuff. Between all these conversations, in small groups, we were discussing how it is to grow up and what it is to live with another person in life. 

While the booze and banter flowed, J & G left at mid night. We spent a lot of time on how to celebrate the wedding, reception and other events. While one by one took power naps- a few small and a few forever long, we spent a whole night at the farm house. 

At morning, we headed to city, enjoying the good weather and long drives. Sunny shared his few tips on getting married. Rest of us were least bothered about marriage, finances and was focusing on the breakfast on road side stalls. 


Wednesday, June 8, 2022

Anjali & I- Collaborative painting

This time, Anjali and I spent most of the time playing cricket. Despite having two cars taking up a lot of area in the front yard, we had our own space to play cricket. Chatting a little bit on schooling and Pune trip, we were focussing more on the 2-over matches. One touch, one run. One tap catch, out and minus two runs. I liked the idea of negative runs in this format. In this way, we get to play all the 12 balls instead of giving away the bat to opponent. Never for once, I welcomed negative marking in my exams. In the front yard cricket, hell yes, it sounds promising for a whole 2-over batting. After missing out the ball in bushes, we got in.While Harry was out for a walk, Anjali got busy writing her Hindi homework, I took a short nap. After a while, we had another 2-over match inviting little street pals to bat for a while. 
                        

At the end, Anjali invited for a painting. After a few days break, I got a chance to paint. I was game for it. Anjali got everything ready. Newspaper, canvas, a bottle of water, couple of brushes. We got on to the painting. Switching sides, we just went on. Anjali was calm and focused in her painting. Both are into  abstract art. We have a whole different style. I enjoyed working on this painting. 
                       

Over a lot of layers, we chose color compliments each others' strokes.     


Heres' the final picture. 


                         

Saturday, June 4, 2022

Bangalore Days- A meet after a year

 Srikanth got married on May.30.2021 amidst all the COVID lock down situation. I couldn't get a chance to attend the marriage. I was in Bangalore and decided to catch up with Srikanth after a long time. A few messages, we decided to meet at his home. Srikanth with his wife, Siri were ready inviting me for a dinner. 

Srikanth & Siri, the newly married couple was happy in their own space, doing things together having a good companionship. Abhilash, Srikanth and I got on a call, sharing what we're up to. I do not stay in touch with either of them over a call. Whenever I'm there, we catch up conversations from where we left. 

As Siri, Srikanth and I decided to dine out together, we headed to Lake View Milk Bar. With a decent parking space, we had some sandwiches and ice cream. We were discussing Art and the narratives we get through art. 

The best memories of Srikanth and I are spending time together to listen to music. For good old times sake, we sat in the balcony and were listening to some of our favorites. 

Srikanth recently watched Shyam Benegal's movies. Mandi is his favorite. Listened to a few of his favorites. I picked Hariharan. Siri was comfortable with all the songs we were playing. Spent the night listening to the gems and ended it with a Mango dessert. 

Bangalore Days- Ojaswee is back

Prarthana has been thinking to restart her venture, Ojaswee Jewellers. I was keen to buy some jeweller for my friends. As she showed her collection, I couldn't stop myself from buying two big boxes of Ojaswee stuff. Neatly packed and presented.  Love the way Prarthana put her thoughtful efforts to bring the best customer experience. Thanks a lot Prarthana for helping me out in selecting some amazing collection. 


Bangalore Days- In dialogue with a lovely Librarian

Often I visited this big five storeyed library, in awe of the collection they got. For days, I visited it to borrow the books. We got two kiosk machines to borrow but, I couldn't as I was not a student in the university. 

Despite asking for a lot  of help, none could sort out the issue. Then comes Priyatama. Yes, Priyatama is her name. As Beloved as it sounds, she was determined to sort out the issue. She asked for a few details, she figured out that a few changes needs to be done in my account to let me borrow a few books. She did those changes. Voila, I could carry 10+ books in one go. 

With her bright smile, she assured me that I can walk out of library with all the books I was carrying. 

Thanks Priyatama for the help. 


Thoughts- Why Giving?

 Why do I give?

When I visited Uttarkashi, Jeet took Malavika and Myself to a sweater shop. Watching a lot of colorful gloves and caps, I couldn't stop myself from buying a whole lot. J was surprised by the act. 'What are you going to do with these?' he asked. 

'I'll give,' I replied. 

As I was looking at the beautiful gloves, I could think of all the friends I can gift. Do I have to wait for a reason to gift them? For a few, these could be utilities, for a few these could be souvenirs, for a few these could be cheap gifts. I never bothered much about with what expectations others could receive. 

I give not because it just brings me happiness but, I give as I receive more. In giving, there's more receiving. With giving or receiving, there's more sharing. 

I accept to give a lot without a need to wait for their birthdays, special days. I believe in that 'Do not wait people to be dead to give flowers to them.' 

Do not wait for birthdays to let them know that they're special. A message, a smile, a letter, a flower, a card, a big painting, a box of books, a box of color ful papers. Put a thought, put efforts and give!

As giving is more receiving. Receiving is more giving. We got to accept the abundance of life. a

Friday, June 3, 2022

Bangalore Days- Outing at Dyu Art Cafe

Ending the Bangalore trip by a meet with Vaishnavi. As we headed to Dyu Art Cafe, it began to pour with rain. Amidst a lot of rain, we got into Dyu Art Cafe. Spent a lot of time sharing conversations and what's happening in life. A good ending to the whole Bangalore trip. 

Sunday, May 29, 2022

A visit to Champaca Book Store

Bangalore is the best place to hang around and hop on to places meeting strangers at strange places and to move on. As I got a chance to spend a day in leisure, I had a lot of options to choose. A even in Bangalore International Centre, a play and couple of events at Ranga Shankara and book stores to visit. Without thinking too much, I hitched a ride and got into the city. I walked through cubbon park to walk on Bengaluru broad pavements. Following through GPS, I decided to spend my afternoon at this cozy Champaca Bookstore. 

It's situated in a corner amidst a lot of huge buildings. I loved the way it's entreched with a lot of greenery. 
I walked through the book store. Picked a couple of books and began to read. Rather than going through Amazon suggestions, I like to go through the suggestions by the fellow readers. A fellow reader next to me was reading this interesting book. 

Lokesh suggested to pick the book, Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. Only one copy was there in the book store and it was picked by a foreign lady and yet to be billed. I thought for couple of minutes and walked to her  to request. I requested her, "I've been searching for this book from long time. I'd like to buy this, if you wish to give away."

She agreed and handed me the book. I was happy to have this copy. Further, I got couple of book marks and other books for gifts. There was a fellow reader with whom I shared Lang Leav's books. I picked a whole lot of Lang leave to glance through. She's been following her on Tumblr and never discovered Lang's books. Both of us enjoyed reading Lang Leav's poetry and went on to jot our thoughts in our journals. 






After spending 3-4 hours, I decided to return to leave the store, to carry on with my walks on Bengaluru streets. 
I wish to run one of these kinda book shops in future. Thanks Champaca bookstore for the good collection and opening up a place for a lot of readers and book lovers

Saturday, May 28, 2022

Bangalore Days- A good ending to the workshop

 After a strenuous workshop, a lot of us huddled in the cafeteria celebrating the end of the workshop. Cafeteria is always a hot place to hang around yet, we spend a lot of time there. Malavika, Rima and I decided to walk out of the cafeteria for a fresh breeze. Watching the tree silhouettes, we strolled out of the campus. Under a tree, we stopped and began to share what's happening in our lives. Rima recollected her old days and all of us joined the sharing. We spent 10 days together but, our conversations under the tree would be the most memorable conversations ever. 

We walked out of the campus at dawn and we continued our conversations until the LED lights of the campus turned on and the road got buzzed by the streaming vehicles. We took a side on the road and discussed how art business works and our love life is going on. 



Friday, May 27, 2022

In dialogue with Amman Madan

I attended a course on conflict resolution with Amman Madan. I learnt a lot on conflicts and how important is peace studies. Currently, as I'm in the university, I got a chance to catch up with him over a lunch. 

Over a lunch on a friday afternoon, Amman and I discussed on how I'm struggling to be aware of myself and my thoughts during conversations. 'I want to be there and actively listen but, my biases creep in and turn me impatient to respond' I shared. 

How can I work on this? I asked. 

Educating ourselves on these concepts and the logic of the concepts would helps us,' he suggested. It's just like, 'learning to dance. Practicing until we get the movement and step right.' We need to practice continuously, he shared. 

In Language, it's called Pragmatics. In sociology, it can be called as ethnomethodology. Just below our consciousness, we have our behavior embedded. We need to work on that, he  suggested. Need to study more on it. 

In the beginning for you, how difficult was it to practice to be there and listen? I asked. Was it easy? Was it comfortable? I further questioned. 

'I was always in the hostile mode,' he shared. Anyone who knows Amman Madan now would have hard time to imagine, how he can act in such way. 'Maintaining the low tone, I was attacking constantly. Identifying itself that I'm attacking itself, made me realize that I need to work on it.' he recollected his past. 'There are many things that I never identified. "The recent thing I could identify with myself is, as day passes, I'm getting tired easily. I'm thinking if I should take naps in between or take breaks. I'm still working on it." Need to continuously work on, he shared. 

Listening to Amman on how he struggles, I feel we're all in together. It's okay to be in the process. The person I look up to makes it more human to struggle by sharing his struggled. This gives immense confidence to work on my behavior without giving up. 

Thanks Amman for the time and conversations. 

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Day-3 Puppetry Workshop

Five groups have come up with their stories, performing on the customised stage. All ther performers were changing their intonations according to the characters and the situations. 
These were the few suggestions from the facilitator. 

1. Movement in puppetry is critical. Moving the puppet unnecessarily and also making the puppet static most of the time is something we need to keep in mind. 
2. Cover the hand with a cloth and then handle the puppet.

Peri demonstrated the creation of 2-Dimension mask. Without  talking much about observation, he showed how important it is to observe and create the face mask accordingly. Adding a detail by detail, he created a beautiful mask. 

All of us shared our thoughts. Teachers mentioned how they're going to implement these creations in school. I shared how different I felt when I'm creating puppetry out of papers. It's like we're bring life out of papers. I can relate to how sculptors breathe life into a stone. 
 

Sunday, May 22, 2022

In dialogue with Mr.Sim

Narasimha generally called as Mr. Sim is moving to Finland in a few months. It was great fun to work with him and travel along. Sim is the cool chap who doesn't get shaken up by anything in life. 'Why to worry? What's the point?' he shrugs off his shoulder and laughs away like a kid. 

Energetic yet poised. Calm but very naughty. Erratic but disciplined. The energetic Narasimha can spend hours playing. He's always active to play and get into action but, he's poised in conversations and very polite. 

He looks calm but he's very naughty. He finds fun in silliest things. A good sense of humor but, not everyone gets a chance to witness it. He picks on a few things and he's very addictive about it. Currently, he's quite a  Chaiholic. Any day, he can come out and say he has quit Chai and he'd never touch it again. 'Everything is in mind.' I don't let anything get into my head, he says. 

Interacting with Narasimha, I had great time understanding his perspective on life and the way he receives it. 

"There's no control on future, you never had control in the past, why dwelling in both. Be there. Be present. Live," states Mr.Sim 

Sim worked in Border Security Force and he got a lot of tales to share. I'm always intrigued with War & Spy craft. I do not understand the point of wars and also the people in it and the way people are dragged into it. Also the spy craft where there are no clear rules to play the game. It's always an unending dirty game. Sim worked for Border Security Force for a long time. On being asked on how his life in BSF has shaped him. 

It worked in both good and bad ways, he explained. 

Sim lost his father at the age of 11. At the age of 11, he had to support his family. His family included mother, his brother.  Three of them struggled a lot. In the hope of finding some support system, they left their quarters and moved to Rajendra Nagar where their relatives lived. After sensing the way the relatives distanced from the family, they realised, they're good on their own. Sim, his brother were working from the age of 11. 'I used to wake up early, rent a cycle, get the milk and newspaper, drop them at home, attend school and then come home again. I didn't had time for anything. I didn't even had a cycle to do the work.  Back then, a first hand cycle costed 1500rs. After saving some money,  I bought a cycle in second hand worth 180rs to put paper and milk in the neighborhood."

He finished his 10th and never gave enough time to pursue his studies seriously, as he had a lot of responsibility to support his family. After 10th, when his friend was applying for BSF, he prodded Mr.Sim to apply. What to lose, he thought and applied. 

We didn't had money to even go to the selections as it was near HAL, the other corner from which they live. Sim's mother went along with the Sim and his friend for the selection. Both Sim and his friend participated in all the running and other exercises. During the medical test, his friend couldn't get selected for his height. Sim was underweight and police official said, 'It's okay, he'll gain weight as he grow.' and got him selected. And put him in further rounds. 

Sim's friend got rejected and returned home along with Mr.Sim's mother as they do not know how long the selection process would go. Even the officials instructed others to leave. The mother and his friend went away for their home. Sim was left alone  in the selection process.  "I was selected and asked me to get the documents. I was happy but, I didn't had money to go home." Narasimha narrated. 

He got selected but, had no money to go to his home. As he was figuring out, he met another person who came for the selection and got selected. He came in his auto for the exam.  "Come with me, i'll drop you," the auto person suggested. Tomorrow, I also have to come again to submit the documents. You can also join me." He mentioned.  That's how Narasimha's journey into Border Security Force got started. 

Narasimha worked in Barmer, Haryana, Kashmir & Bengal. He worked on all fronts. 'How is to be taught to be violent? How it affected your life?' I asked. 

'Being taught to be aggressive, you become another person. All who are trained to be violent can't handle it. It's very hard to get back into civilian environment.' He explained. 

Narasimha lost a couple of  jobs because of his aggressiveness. Despite watching Sim fail in a lot of jobs, his favourite cousin- uncle's third son always found jobs for him. Finally after a lot of futile attempts, cousin's friend introduced Sim to rock climbing, the sport he really enjoyed. Getting into outdoors and playing brought a change in Sim's life. 

As time passed by, he began to work with outdoor companies, got trained at National Mountaineering Academy and continued in Physical Education. 

"How did you meet your love?" I asked.  

"I met her during climbing. The friend who introduced me to her is in Germany." he recalled. My wife got selected to National Geographic Mt.Everest Climb. She's one of the five people who got selected, he started sharing about his love. 

As she was into it, I motivated her to join fitness with me and we went along for a lot of runs together, that's how we began to know each other well. 

Later, when both decided to marry, they faced the gir's family who were against the marriage. Together, they were sure of their relation and managed to convince everyone and got married. 

Narasimha and his partner enjoy sports very much. Like father, like mother, their daughter also into sports. "We did a lot of marathons in Canada as well." Narasimha shared how they enjoy sports. 

As the family is moving to Finland, I wish Sim and his family to have the best time and do what they love to do-Play

Movie- Superman of Malegaon

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