A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


All for Love!

Just read this morning’s paper, where Mr Muthalik , of the Ravan Sena, of the Mangalore Incident fame, has decided to play Cupid himself!

Apparently, their agenda is as follows. Five teams have already been made, and they will roam the city on 14 February, with a hidden camera, a priest and of course, their goondas [ooops, party workers!].

Anyone seen dating, cosying up, cuddling, will be, immediately, ON THE SPOT, married off, with the help of a priest, a piece of turmeric tied to a string [to act as mangalsutra, “thali”]I suppose].

On being asked about minors who are found, he said they would be counselled and sent home [after beating them up no doubt!]

I wonder if anyone asked him about the lovers being of different faith? Would he have priests of different faith accompanying him? I wonder about that!

All those who wish to be married, therefore, here is your chance! Mr M will foot the bill, and no hassles, he will even register the marriage there!

Talk of culture; talk of freedom; talk of…..

Heck! What more does one want???

6 February, 2009

Edited to add:

Do read this, and lend your voices and hearts, if you can 🙂


Of Words and Images – Another Tag!

This has been sitting in the Drafts Section for a few days now! Till time, inclination and the words come to me, for another post, I thought I would share another tag, that had come by a long long while ago. That leaves just one more, from Aareet… 🙂

All those who will finally take the tag, do please be guided by Deeps instructions. I have bent them too too much!!!

Doing Deeps’ Tag!

The rule goes thus-I’m supposed to be pasting an image for every answer of mine,from the first page of google image search,with minimal explanation.

As I understand it, I need to answer the points, and add an image from Google search’s first page of pictures, and give a minimal reply in explanation. Now the rest of it is easy, but restricting words is tough. Let’s see how far my control over words actually goes 🙂

  • A place you’d like to travel to:

Venice. A grand tour of it in Gondola is what I shall do. And have a handsome latin hero playing the mandolin, and warbling some fancy Latin/Italian/gibberish song, to add effect. Lol!

  • Your Favorite place:

Nothing more needed here. Except to add this too. Home, ultimately is where the heart is. And that finally is more home to me than the physical space I occupy! I carry my Home with me 🙂

  • Your favorite food/drink:

Lassi. Sweet Lassi. Wins hands down. Anytime. Anywhere. Any season.

  • Your favorite pets

Self-explanatory. The prompt came in singular. I made it plural:D! Pets. Love cats and dogs. To death. 🙂 🙂
  • Your favorite color combination

Pink and Grey. Don’t ask me why. It is one of the most subtlest and at the same time, innocent combinations for me… 🙂 🙂

  • Your all time favorite songs:
You decorated my life by Kenny Rogers. Could only get a Karaoke version. Do listen, and tell me, please 🙂

Kenny Rogers’ voice is magic. His lyrics out of this world. His music and the atmosphere it creates electric. Love him, and his songs!

Anne Murray is the Songbird, for me!! The richness of her voice, the grainy huskiness, and the lyrics of almost all her songs have enchanted me, for all time 🙂

I grew up with this song, among a whole host of others. The lyrics are specially meaningful to a die hard romantic like me 🙂 🙂

  • The town in which you live in:
    Thrisshivaperoor. The land of the Poorams. There, I told myself I would not. But sharing the name of my land is more than I could resist 🙂
    • Your first job:
    At the age of about 15, in Class X, at a leadership camp that some of us attended, we were asked to say what we see ourselves doing at the age of 30. I had no hesitation. I wrote Teacher. 🙂 And then the Resource Person told us that apparently what we see/ wish for dearly, at that age more often than not does become reality. Strange but true. There it is, at around age 30, I just finished going back to college after a break of 10 years, a couple of kids, graduated with a B. Ed, and finally became a Teacher. Lol. Not anymore though. I have picked up enough of the profession to know that I shall always be a Learner. And that that is the only way to Teach 🙂 :)!!

    • Your Dream Job:
      Writing. An anthology perhaps. Editing in a Publishing Company perhaps. But then I am in a dream job, teaching. So do I want to change? Confused :)!

      • Bad Habit you have:

      Isn’t there a beautiful couplet in Hindi that goes like this?
      Kal Kare so Aaaj
      Aaj Kare so ab
      That isn’t me 😦 And that is the drattest and darnest bad habit I carry around, with no hope of redemption! Look at how late I did this tag :D!!!
      • The one thing you’ll like to do before you die:
        Now this is a GRAND DREAM! Publish a book. Will I? Won’t I? More like I won’t.. 🙂 but it is such a thought, that is going to make me go on…. :D!!!

        • The first thing you’ll buy if you get $1,000,00o

        Buy a cottage by the sea, where there is no one else and nothing else but the long stretch of golden beach and swaying palm, and blue blue shallow and pleasantly calm sea. Of course the house will come with the latest modern amenities, and cook to boot… 🙂 I’m going to be really busy there. Lazing :D!!!


        Now, Onward Ho! with the Tag:) This is the best part! A word to all those listed below:

        Please do not go by what I have written. I have bent, and rather murdered the intent of the tag, lol, that should be done Like This. Do read up Deeps for the Right Way. I have cheated. *giggle*!!

        So I tag you, dear folks:

        Indyeah [you knew this was coming too, didn’t you??]:)


        IHM (Deeps has already told you, I know :)]

        Imp’s Mom


        Balvinder Singh

        J P Joshi







        And all those who pass by here, and would like to share too 🙂 🙂


        Hooligans? Naah! Never!

        For once, I applauded Arnab, of Times Now.

        An interview was in progress as I caught the programme, almost at its end.

        It was nothing short of a slanging match, a shouting spree between a BJP representative, a Congress Representative and (Trumpets please, followed by drum roll) Ram Sena National General Secretary, Vinay Something!

        Speaking on the Mangalore “incident”

        Vinay: We condemn [I gasped, coughed on my food, a bit of it dropping back on to my plate, my son thumping my back.. all of it happened together] the act that took place in Mangalore. It was a criminal act, *blah blah blah*

        Arnab [smirking, no, smiling genially] So you are saying it should not have happened?

        Vinay: What you people are not seeing is why it happened. They were teenagers. They were taking alcohol. The pub owner is also to blame. Why he gave them alcohol?

        Arnab: So you are saying it was right to hit them, tear their clothes.

        Vinay: No no no… that was wrong. Why you are talking only about that? You are not seeing everything!

        Arnab: They were your party members?

        Vinay: Why you are looking at that only. What happened you do not know

        Arnab: They were your party members?????
        [He had to ask again for this reply from Vinay]

        Vinay: Yes.

        Arnab [pointedly]: So those 40 men who attacked these girls, would you call them hooligans?

        Vinay: Silence.

        Arnab [pointedly]: So those 40 men who attacked these girls, would you call them hooligans?

        Vinay: Silence

        Arnab [pointedly]: So those 40 men who attacked these girls, would you call them hooligans? Vinay, were they or weren’t they?

        Face off. A stubborn Vinay refuses to make a noise. It now becomes a battle of wills. Arnab repeats, repeats, and pins him down. Vinay is looking hunted , haunted and cornered.

        Vinay: [Blank faced] NO.

        Arnab [disbelievingly smiling, smirking, nodding] So you say they were not hooligans! That says it all!!

        Thank you gentlemen, for your time.


        I have one quarrel with Arnab. That he called all of them”gentlemen”.

        And I rest my case there.

        27 Januray, 2009