Malgudi Days With My Husband

Last night I was watching the unforgettable serial The Malgudi Days with my husband, I simply loved the character swamy played by master manjunath, and his innocence is at its peak… I had heard a lot about this serial but watched it for the first time and was amazed by the simplicity of the serial.
Malgudi is described as a small town in South India and I am under an impression that it could be any town, anywhere, for
its truths are universal. When I Look in to the small streets I see interesting characters like beggars, servants,
masters and their world. There are personalities at special moment in their lives or at the time of the crisis of spirit. Rich
and the poor, they too love Malgudi and worship and believe with hope and dream and so it reflects all human nature
that is bestowed on them. The best part of this serial is it’s not a story about any kings or demons it’s about ordinary people, but it takes an author like R K Narayan to find such stories from these characters and a director like Shankar Nag to direct it as told in the story, which touches the heart and remains there..
I enjoyed the scene where our hero, swamy fears to sleep alone and does all sorts of pranks to escape from the situation, well all these reminds me of my childhood days, when life was very simple and easy and when everything and everyone seemed to be happy…. Honestly speaking each scene in Malgudi appeals to me and makes me feel like visiting the simple village Malgudi once in my lifetime… Most of us were like Swamy during our childhood, having our own fears, enjoying life with friends and did not know life much and mainly didn’t have tension or worry about future…
As a kid my main fear was the mathematics test conducted by Mrs. James whom I hated to the core of my heart.. Poor lady she ensured that I solve the problems on my own… But do we find such good hearted teachers even now, who are concerned about the student’s future, I am not sure……
Those were the simple days when we did not play with the I-Pods, video games and computer, we went out to play with our friends, of all hide and seek was the most played game as we all enjoyed it very much. Gone are the days when life was filled with simplicity and fun.
Well I’m not against the technology or people using it, I myself am sitting and blogging this through my laptop, which was once upon a time a luxury for me. Technology has become a necessity in today’s world no doubt about that….

One small thought which came to my mind was in the name of technology and acquiring name, fame and wealth are we enjoying ourselves without hurting others like how we used to in our childhood days? I don’t have answers to this question…. Maybe I will write about that some other day when I get answer for that 
Forgot to mention the music of Malgudi Days, the ‘Ta Na Na… composed by L Vaidyanathan its just soothing to ears and feels like a first rain of the monsoon, Couldn’t help but ended the last phrase with my heartfelt admiration for Malgudi again and again, now watching Malgudi days before i go to bed has become my daily routine, good and simple things touch our heart like this....

My First Flight Experience

I dont remember when was the first time i travelled in train, but i vividly remember my first flight journey from mumbai on feb 11th 2010 a chill evening with me and my hubby flying to dubai, where our sweet nest was set.
As usual, I took the seat near the window! When the plane started speeding up on the runway, it was thrilling because I guess that was the first time I was on something so fast as that. Since it was a night flight, I was not able to see the sky, Obvious! But there was something we never figured out before the flight took off. When the plane took off, we saw little streaks of light cutting through the dark sky.
In my excitement I failed to realise that it was first flight experience only for me and not for my hubby yet I was expecting the same excitement from him.

We landed up at the airport quite early because my husband wanted me to introduce to the formalities there and make my journey very comfortable and unforgettable one. As I was hungry myself and my hubby darling had a samosa each at the airport, samosa was good but not the price  I was quite excited about the flight journey and at the same time started feeling quite nervous. Right from the time I was a kid, When I used to hear news about flight crashes, I would internally feel that I would never travel by flight. But over the course of years that disappeared and was replaced by the excitement of flight travel. But I guess some fear of the plane crashing still remained.So, after the plane taxied onto the runway and got into position to accelerate down the runway, I started feeling quite nervous and excited at the same time. The plane started accelerating and it was not at all smooth as it looks on TV. MY husband quickly understood my feeling and started speaking with me just to divert my attention.
Then the plane took off and I felt very relaxed, ufff!!

The rest of the flight was quite uneventful. I had never expected the jerk on landing. Felt little nervous at that moment, but then felt OK once the plane slowed down....Dubai was beautifully lit up and it was a wonderful sight for me from the plane as I was landing.

The food was quite good on the plane. My husband had already ordered for veggi food for us, so I didn’t have the trouble of selecting the menu…. Plus there ware individual entertainment units (LCD TV + remote) for each passenger. This was looking like an ultra luxury for me, as I was experiencing all this for the first time.

I totally enjoyed the trip more because I was with my husband….
Now when I recollect the experience, my fear and excitement, I end up laughing myself

In The Traffic

The car drew up to a traffic signal and came to a halt as thelight turned red. A truck went by leaving a cloud of smoke and dust in its wake. As the dsut settled i saw them standing on the divider.

She was dressed in a brightly coloured salwar kameez, an orange and silver sweater and worn chappals,looking around, bored. He wsnt looking around at all and I didnt notice anything about him except the bundle of the joy he held in his hands, swaddled tightly in a cute pink blanket.

And right there, in the middle of the road, with traffic whizzing by on either side, he bent down and kissed the little pink chapped cheek peeking out. Again and again and again. He couldnt stop kissing his baby and he didnt care that he was in themiddle of the road and he didnt care what the world thought about a man so openly smitten by his baby.

The light changed to green, the care jerked tolife and sped off. I turned around my neck to keep them in my sight for as long as possible.
It's always beautiful to watch a father falling in love with his daughter.