Saturday, November 03, 2012

Spit Personalities





Travel has always been an important part of my life and hence taken me places. From villages which lack basic infrastructure to big cities with blinding lights and fast lives still have one thing in common and that is those personalities who should be rightly called the spit personalities.

We live in a country which is run by an attitude dictated by the term “Chalta hain”. No matter where we go or what we do we have this attitude which is always screaming at the top of its voice. This laid back attitude has been responsible for many mishaps and yet nothing changes. 

Indians are a class apart, not in the wrong sense but the way they think is definitely different. We love to keep our homes clean but do not bother to look at the dirt collected outside the compound walls. The Indian roads have a unique story to tell. Here roads are not just pathways connecting areas and cities but they are used for multiple purposes.

Image source: thehindu.com

Indian roads have been enduring since long the spits of numerous Indians. This is the time when the road doubles up as a sink or a basin where one can happily spit. Chewing betel nut leaves is a practice which has been in for ages at the same time spitting out the leftovers on the road is also a trend carried on for ages. These days the condition has aggravated, it started off as spit as you walk and now its spit as you ride, drive or use a public transport.

Only a person who has endured the pain of getting their new or clean washed and freshly pressed shirt or kurta stained with specks of the betel nut spit will know how annoying and dirty it feels. There are numerous occasions when people end up spitting out and victimising the others on the road and the road itself.

This is not just with the illiterate lot; even the well educated ones join the ranks when it comes to spitting. Tuberculosis is a disease which is endemic in India, its severity is known to many and yet the spitting habit does not cease. When the swine flu scare hit the country almost every one was seen wearing masks of different types, the surgical masks were the commonest of them all. Yet, when one wanted to spit, they’d happily take away the mask, spit and put it on again.

No number of workshops, television adverts and conscience digging can help them mend their ways. The bent and blunt attitudes are doing more harm than good. When will the Spit personalities learn to mend their ways is the question. 

- Nimisha Shirodkar

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

My love affair with the kulfi will never change……




A sweltering sultry afternoon, chimed the bells aloud,
Pulling his cart by the roadside, he stopped to see the cloud.
Raising his voice through his voice box he screamed,
Kulfi le lo, Kulfi le lo malai wali aur cream.

Children, adults and old together,
Enthusiastic look they all threw at him alike.
The curious kid me also came out running,
To watch the old man churn out magic out of nothing.

Around the cart gathered the crowd,
Curiosity of mine grew beyond the shrouds.
Making my way, pushing through the rush,
Before my enthusiasm could be reduced to a mush.

Watching the old man work his hands,
Artistically unmoulding the frozen dessert in the cans.
As the sweet aroma spread into the air,
Awaiting my turn seemed a task hard to bear.

Finally arrived my long awaited chance,
A morsel in my mouth and I was lost in trance.
As the cream, almonds and pistachios worked its magic together,
The cool dessert made me forget the hot weather.

The rich flavour flooded the buds of taste,
As I slurped on the kulfi without a drop to waste.
Kulfi dear kulfi you brought joy and delight,
A twinkle in the eye and a smile so light.

Times have rolled by, things have changed.
Little children grew up, only memories remain.
As I feast on the kulfi every single time now,
The flavours and excitement still makes me say wow.

Something’s in life just stay the same,
Nostalgic moments calling out the name.
Having experienced life through a range,
I sure know my love affair with the kulfi will never change.  

-Nimisha

This poem is dedicated to the only dessert which can lift my spirits and bring back the smile on my face.....


Saturday, March 10, 2012

Chayakruthi Photography Exhibition Winners!!!!


Smart and solitary, proud it stands,

A dip in the waters and out on the sands.

Ruffling and scuffling its feathers so white,

Ignoring the world and its worries in sight.

This magnificent Eurasian Spoonbill was shutter bugged by Angad Achappa and won the prize in the Wildlife Category. This candid shot was definitely not a child’s play and needed good amount of precision as well as intuition to capture the right moment.

The exhibition was a colourful affair with every hue standing out and greeting the visitors, however, it was the blacks and the whites which took home the honours.

Chayakruthi Photography Exhibition Winners!!!!


The lofty hills and the blue skies,

In here peace and serendipity lies.

Enormous and yet so humble they stand,

Serenity, tranquillity and harmony hand in hand.

Himavad Gopalaswamy Betta, highest peak in Bandipur National Park.

This picture showing a modest temple won the 2nd place at the photography exhibition. Photographed by Satish Kumar, this picture portrays the humble entrance of a temple which is situated on a hill top. The unpretentious skies and its hues translated in the shades of black and white have their own story to tell.

Chayakruthi Photography Exhibition Winners!!!!



Vivacious eyes say it all,

Engrossed and absorbed in the surroundings tall.

The curious little mind hops from thought to thought,

Trying to find answers, untying the knots.

The look in the eyes of this little kid has a lot to say. It’s no surprise that this mesmerising expression captured perfectly well by Shubhabrata Ghosh won the first prize at the Chayakruthi Photography exhibition. Though the picture is a black and white one, it does capture and exhibits the curious mind of a little kid through his eyes.