It’s often about these two – India & Music

It’s holiday time which means with more time in hand, other than merry-making and enjoying Christmas Carols, I am back to my Indo-mania. Back to?  That’s because it comes off and on, but when it does it’s not in small doses. And that includes not only thinking about all things Indian but also listening to Indian music and watching Indian movies.

Here are some songs from a very recent Indian movie Bajirao Mastani. Based on a true historical love story between Bajirao and Mastani from the 1700s, it has kings, queens and warriors in their vibrancy and opulence.

Those of you who do not understand the lyrics (possibly 99% of you) can still enjoy these songs for their art and music. Make it full screen for greater visual effects and see them till the end.

The following song is sung in two different Indian languages which means even a polyglot like me does not understand every word of it, but after listening to it a few times, I could feel it going on and on in my mind.

Here’s another catchy number from the same movie. It is based on a mix of pinga and laavni (folk) dance art forms that are popular in the Indian state of Maharashtra. Great choreography and setting, and of course beautiful Indian women in their traditional attire. One of these stars is the lead character in the American TV series Quantico.

These songs being authentically Indian, are different from usual Bollywood songs. Hence I felt like sharing. Hope you enjoy!


The Spooky Experience

I saw this writing prompt by The Daily Post:

Bloggers, UnpluggedSometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

And I thought that only yesterday it so happened that I  could manage to be away from my blog for the whole day. This was something unusual for a Sunday, even more so after I had published a brand new post in the morning – my recent poem.

A day out for shopping and a long movie to follow got me unplugged from blogging for the day. But other than this, I also had a quaint experience; the main reason for writing my today’s post.


Yesterday, my son wanted to give me a treat for some special occasion. His dad is generally more of a movie addict, but since he prefers watching movies at home, he wouldn’t have gone anyway so off we went – mom and son – a rare feat this one.

The movie was at the Hoyts Cinema.  Indian (Hindi) movies are usually longer than English movies, and this one being a brand new movie but a traditional family drama on the lives of kings and princes, it meant more than three hours gone focusing on the story.  How unplugged is that from the blogging world!

And now for my strange experience.

As we were getting our tickets at the cinema counter, the girl asked me if we had any seat preference. I told her my preference was for one of the back rows. As she handed me the tickets, I asked her if she could also have given the corner seats. She told, it is one of the back rows but the seats are probably somewhere in the middle and not corner.

Now as we entered the hall, I observed it was not much crowded.  Plenty of empty spaces and as we walked in, on the right side column of seats there was a row with four seats.  My son sat on one of these and said this looks fine.

I argued with him that why did I have to specifically ask for the back rows if we do not wish to use them now. I made him get up from there and I took a few steps upwards so as to keep walking towards the back rows where, as per me, our legal seats were.

As I went up, I suddenly stopped short near a row left towards where I stood, and decided to occupy two corner seats.  Mind it, there were still seven to eight more rows to go before we could reach one of the top rows. But that seemed like an effort and somehow I decided for these two corner seats.

The row was pretty much empty and so were most seats all round us. Basically, we felt that since the movie was about to start, we shouldn’t bother about not occupying the correct seat numbers. It didn’t seem at all that anyone would come now and vacate us, which we didn’t mind. Moreover we had sacrificed our better top row seats that give less eye-strain.

Fast forward… half of the movie gone, there came intermission and with lights on, suddenly my son checked the seat number written on his seat. Then he took out his ticket and checked the number there too. It was the same. Quite surprised he checked for my seat too.  Yes the number on that seat was also the same as it was on my ticket. We were sitting at the right place.

Spooky?  Of course it was very spooky.  He asked me how can such a thing even happen?

Do you have an answer for this?               

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This was a true experience so I felt like sharing.


Laters baby


Fifty shades of…life

life says to me:  ‘I can’t bear to
hurt you, because I love you’


50 shades of ‘grey’, it hides
life-mask is never black or white

40 shades of ‘red’, it cries
love is full of agony and joy

30 shades of ‘blue’, it feels
life is cool though full of blues

20 shades of ‘green’, it fights
sick ailments with willed delights

10 shades of ‘yellow’, it enjoys
wealth, abundance, scarcity

one shade of ‘white’, it concludes
nothing’s forever, nothing’s true


all these thoughts for ‘laters baby’
for right now, ‘you’re my life-line’


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My poem was inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, the book triology as well as the online review and trailer.
The movie is going to be released on this Valentine’s Day.

Popular quotes from this movie that I used in my above poem:
‘Laters baby’
‘I can’t bear to hurt you, because I love you’
you’re my life-line’

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”