Irrespective of the generation, the era, or the presence or absence of beauty pageants, the woman always wants to look pretty. The only difference is that my grandma had a slight gruesome method for beautification compared to my stick of Lakme colossal kajal. ” A species of small bat’s blood was used to make Kajal.
We’ve all sipped on the mango flavored Paper boat brand of juices which claims to remind us of our childhood. I am not sure about the feeling of nostalgia but I find the marketing strategy very clever. So, here I am. Writing the Paper boat series of stories of my childhood away from the harsh pixel world. Let us all have our doses of Paper boat and actually indulge in nostalgia, shall we?
We all claim to be fearless. To impress others or for self motivation. But one thing causes a ruckus when we near it. No body has returned back after paying it a visit. Not as human at least.
Something the great human species hasn’t conquered. Something which relates man to the laws of nature. A law no science or technology can break.
Death- The inevitable.
So how do we conquer death?
Let’s find out.
Huttari, (meaning ಹೊಸ ತೆನೆ -New paddy stalk) along with being a promise of a reunion of scattered relatives is also a season of the rustling of dry, golden, and proud paddy stalks. A time when parrots soar the sky with a determination to taste the golden cereals of delight. A time when wild boars and elephants are head over heals to munch down the fibrous goodies. And thus, the season of sleepless nights for framers on stakeouts with battery torches, lighters ( Both to drag a beedi to keep them warm and also to light the sutli bombs) and two well trained dogs.
Today being the birthday of Dr. Salim Ali, a person no words can describe, I’ve written poem on how birds are. They are the most sensitive being scarred from the slightest of sounds and movements. Yet a birds mysterious life gets anybody intrigued. This is my opinion on birds and humans.
First things first, I’ve got no idea what I am doing with this blog and what’s its future. All I know is that one fine evening while talking to a friend on phone, from Bangalore, I realized that ” Man…. I should write a blog!”. Nope. I ain’t gone bananas. You see… Me and my …