29 October 2013

Singapore!!!

It was past 9 pm. I had just wrapped up a customer dinner meeting in Alexandria in Virginia. Common sense would dictate that I drive back to the hotel and hit the sack at my usual 10 pm.
But then I would have missed the chance to meet this unusually nice couple!! So I drove to Maryland to catch up with my one year junior and hostel mate from Engineering days – Singapore and his wife Soumya – who I knew independently thru other friends before they got married!
Sundararajan Thyagarajan is his name. Within a few minutes of he showing up at our hostel, the outstanding thing about him we found out was that he lived in Singapore with his parents forsome time. And that is all it took us to give him the nickname “Singapore “. For 25 years, I had forgotten his real name till he reminded me tonight.
Soumya and I got to know each other thru our dear friend Srimathi who we lost to cancer (she fought the first one off and lost a leg but succumbed to the second one) nearly 15 years back!
Words can’t possibly do justice to the joys of seeing them again and recreating some “intersection points” !!

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27 October 2013

SG not equals Sharmila Ghose:-)

After the quiet evening yesterday, came the loud evening today. Really loud. At the Selena Gomez show chaperoning Nikita and her two friends.
Now, most of you know that I am as much conversant with Western music as I am with the inner workings of the Higgs Boson theory 🙂 As a result, I have no clue what they are singing or which one is Selena, for that matter. Without my red wine, I would have been a nervous wreck by now!
That said, I am amazed by a few things in Western music compared to the Indian music I practice or listen to (admittedly it is not Bollywood music).
1. The sheer amount of energy. This is not a great orator moving the crowd with brilliance of words. Most of the audience can barely see the singer. But a couple of familiar songs into the show, the crowd is on its feet breaking into dances as if in a trance!! The music that I grew up with – the audience would quietly listen and give an approving nod or a smile at the end if it was a great rendition.
2. The ability of the singers to run all over the stage, jumping, hopping and yet singing along without missing a note. How they don’t pant and lose breath, I can’t understand. I can barely say a few words after a quarter mile run! Singers that I grew up with would sit in one place for hours. Harmonium was about the only exercise they got!
3. So much else goes on with the song. The pyrotechnics, stagecraft, lights, waving of LEDs, megawatts of sound. The music I grew up with was bereft of all these.

The power of Western music, I am learning, can move a large crowd physically off its feet, at once.
The power of Eastern music that I grew up with, I know, transcends the person, one at a time.

I am absolutely fascinated by the power of both!!

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22 October 2013

The stars in our life go round and round..

Lit a fire and sat with Nikita outside as she quizzed me on her newly acquired knowledge of stars, colors of stars and the moon.
Forty years back, my dad used to sit out in the open sky in his “easy chair” (a cross between a lounge chair and a hammock) and I used to sit by him and ask him a million questions about the clear sky above.
I remember being very dissatisfied with his answer to my question “How many total stars are there”? – “Uncountable. There is no end”. I reckoned this being his tactic to shut me up. I had decided to grow up and someday actually count up all the stars!!
That never happened!!

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19 October 2013

Good looking potato

Most of you who know me, also know very well that grocery shopping is clearly not one of my core competencies. I have rarely done it and I am totally clueless about the aisle layouts. Once in a blue moon, Sharmila will hand me a list of things to pick up. Typically, once in the store, I will look at the top of the list and then roam around the store looking for that item, listlessly 🙂 Eventually, I will give up, call her up and then ask for instructions. She will remotely guide me to the aisle, I will find the item and then tell her “I have got it from here” before dropping the call.
Then I will see the next item on the list, again walk around the whole store completely confused where to find the item, call her back again…. and so on … till I have made as many calls as there are items on the list. It is the same story every single time.
So, these days, she tries to be very explicit in her instructions when she absolutely needs me to go to the grocery store.
This is the text message I got from her when I was out running an errand this morning.
The good news is, following her directions, I landed up in the potato section. Except there were lots and lots of potatoes. And I had no idea in God’s green earth when to deem a potato “good looking”. Frankly, they all looked rather unseemly to me 🙂
As you must have guessed, a phone call ensued… 🙂 🙂

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18 October 2013

Sindoor Khela

Browsing my Bengali friends’ updates on FB after coming back from India, I have come to the general conclusion that dousing your face with some red powder and posting it on FB is highly correlated with your friends finding you very beautiful 🙂 I gotta try that sometime 🙂 🙂