Not that i speak very good Kannada and it's not the language i'm most comfortable with. But i do miss speaking it. Especially some slang words, which, of course, mother does not fancy me using them.

I think it is possible to like art as it is (that is if one does appreciate it). Without attaching any background to it as long as it is not plagiarized or something like that. Background as in, the part of the world from which the person who pratices art comes from and its associated characters. That's restricting oneself to some amongst the numerous options available.

Isn't it?

'The Dirty Picture' is a brave film. And Vidya Balan, a brave actor, i must say. There's something in it which compells me not to term it sleazy though.

It simply tells the story of how a woman was used for man's needs. And how derogatory can a woman's existance get, provided she does not use some common sense. But, with a you-can-ignore-the-society around us, this is real.

And i always tell this: it's not how a woman is dressed, it's how a man perceives it. I've fought fights with my parents regarding these things, to ensure that they understand my point of view.

If only the world thinks a little more than it does.

It was drizzling here a couple of days ago. A slow one which went on to last a few hours.

I remembered my trips to the Western Ghats during the Monsoon. It was beautiful. I always say this, one should visist the mountains when it's raining. The atmosphere is different altogether. There's magic there during the time.

I was watching 'Swades'. And i was reminded of this.

This took place around five-six years. We were at Urvashi and watching 'Rang De Basanti', and i cheered out loud when the cast was shown first, i guess. And boy, were my parents' apalled. I had never done that. And they threatened me that they'll never accompany to the movies again. By that time, i had 'learnt' to cheer in cinemas from the crowd at MCC.

When father told me about the invite, a pang of desire went through me. I've always enjoyed Chithra Santhe, and now, when i recieved an invite to participate i'm not able to. It's really not possible to be at two places at the same time, is it?

Chitra Santhe was indeed a good thing that happenned to Bengaluru. And on Kumara Krupa Road every year. I simply can't think of another location.

Apparently there's another 'song' according to the likes of the 'kolavari'. Is this the beginning for worthless songs to gain significance? Or do we hope that it is indeed the last of it's kind?

Anobody can become a 'singer' or a 'lyricist' if these songs are produced one after another. Why!!

Somehow, even, unintentionally, one could say, i tend to search for Kannadigas amongst the Indians i see here. This is restricting indeed, but i'm not the only one who does this. There is a comfort factor involved. You know the language, you know the practices, traditions and you hence, can associate with them much better. Perhaps, than with people from other states.

With twenty-eight states in a country with various languages, lifestyles, it's a different thing to connect. At the same time, it is limiting too. We tend to draw boundaries by doing so, the term 'Indian' does not hold any meaning, much less 'unity'.

Perhaps i should add a label called 'India'.

Maybe, i think, i'll not stop blogging.

I've gotten into the habit of thinking and putting my thoughts here. It's hard to get out of it, even if i feel helpless about a few things.

In the previous post, i didn't realise that i when i wrote 'where do people go?, i might also be questioning their existence.

I was shocked to read something that i never could have imagined in the wildest of my dreams. I'll miss that person. Even when i type this, my eyes get glazed.
I don't know whether i should continue blogging.

I feel cheated.