Won't you come and see me just this once ?

Shobana, is possesed with the ghost of a former dancer and dances awkwardly while the psychatrist, her husband and the one whom she fancies to be her co-dancer watch on.

Keep watching to see some lovely steps by the duo later in the court/durbar .Shobana and her partner are so graceful.This is the dance sequence from the original of the film Chandramukhi (almost a silly parody)- "Manichitratazh".

The song itself is sung in Tamil while the film is in the Malayalam language to show the influence of the ghost on the Ganga(Shobana) who loses her identity to the ghost of the dancer .It is set to the Kunthalavarali raga in which there is also a very popular thillana by Sri Balamuralikrishna.

The video maybe viewed here.

Shobana, is possesed with the ghost of a former dancer and dances awkwardly. Keep watching to see some lovely steps by the duo later in the court/durbar .Shobana and her partner are so graceful.<br /><br />This is the dance sequence from the original of Chandramukhi (almost a silly parody)- Manichitratazh (Malayalam).<br /><br />Please view on youtube as the file does not allow embedding.

Let us cover the world with our footprints.

Is it true that, with every footstep we take we leave a piece of ourselves behind?
Then , quicken your steps ,kanna , we have a long way to walk... so we can leave behind a loving, caring earth for our children !!

Ah! somebody from the moon spites at our footprints calling them kidney beans. Well, let him know that his moon is all pock marked !!!

No smoking !!

Our love is all the cigarettes in this world, don't let it go to smoke. ;p

Love (b)

Our love, many years later, will be reborn as a flower.Watch out, that little boy is coming for our heads .

POp !!!pop !!!!


Let us grant him his wish :)

Love (a)

Our love is a sanctum sanctorum . Please leave your dirty footwear outside !!

Bathful of Music

Bath Spa , United Kingdom .

Roman Baths , Cathedrals, Jane Austen centre, 8 crescents are the feathers on the city's cap but i wanted to tell you about something else .....

Bath Spa has great taste in music,i was thrilled to see so many musicians on the streets playing happily,especially old numbers from rock and roll (70s)
One small band of 3 - all in their teens were playing with a cello(pizzicato) , guitar , some jalras and a blow keyboard .Another flutist offered to attempt some
Jethro Tull on my request.Near the abbey a Xylophone played so hauntingly and in the gardens by the Avon they had a "free" flowing wind band play
tunes like April in Paris ,While my guitar gently weeps et al.... oooooo wasn't it love-ly !!!
They were simply refreshing .

Definitely my favorite place.Would go there any day !!!!.

here is the original version of what the 3-teen band were playing on the streets :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHbPD_bXaOA&mode=related&search=

listen to this ...and tell me if the intial badabada or nanana part sounds familiar -
remember the tune and try to slow it down in your hum.... and tell me if it rings any bells...

Promises

Some promises die with people,they are kept thus.

Your BC

You have grown so much, so differently , but i shy away from saying it.
You handle things so efficiently, men, work, and more but you are still my little girl.
You brush through some books , call for the taxi ,adjust your hair ,
step tall on your stilletos, stack your certificates in a file .
You wear your make-up well ,but i can see through those patches that you are nervous about this interview.

Your birth certificate is as old as you - yellowed with time,
i run my hands on its many creases and folds.i pick it up
and a whiff of Napthalene hits me.
The stubborn dog ears just refuse to straighten up .

As i wave to you , i am somehow reminded of the "Picture of Dorian Gray".

She lived happily under there ever afterwards .

She could paint, sing, dance, act and write and run.

But many years later as she sat at the table to convey her soul
her prose fell short of words ,
lyrics dangled loosely about her song,
language stifled her thoughts,
rhythm beat her thoughts off and
her ragas were punched with notes astray.

So she decided to dig a hole.
The deeper her thoughts traveled ,the more she dug.

She lived happily under there ever afterwards .