Relationship

We belong to a group of animals which live in groups , I mean social animals. That has led to great success of our species create and destroy what we want collectively developed relationships. ( antina nantu -- DR Bendre)they are strange never remained same with circumstances it will change, some time these relations look like very stable and strong and bring out wonderful things out of us. Same relationships can be spoiled in no time , with a simple comment or listening to some one else.Relationship is like a cast iron; very strong, you can not bend it but if it falls down it will break. When relations sore, I feel like a single animal instead of social animal ha ha.We cant live in isolation, we need relationships, at the same time we need maturity to understand strength and weakness of relationship to get it going. At the end of the day the great social animals like us are also individuals; we live together but we don't think together nor our brains don't express emotions similar to given circumstances. This further makes it much difficult to understand your fellow human being. A bomb blast --- "ho no" , one says, another- mera train ka kya hoga , so we cant expect second person to as sensitive as first one. But we always try to look for the people who responds like us to given situation and we will appreciate it. Relations strength vary with age also. A teenager finds everything his or her friend doing is right, once hormone levels go down many differences surface--- after all we are animals most of our days actions are controlled by our instincts so we bark like animals instead of think like humans. So relationships are need to be handled with much care and maturity-- failures are there but we need relationships to go on --- to see the bright side of our social engagements. Keep looking for good relationships for difficult time--

Roots

I moved to Mumbai from Karnataka. I am from a village and whole mind-set up is of village. I learnt hindi here, and managing some how. But I miss my village. I really dont miss parents or relatives. But I miss everything that made the whole thing. Component include roads, ponds, trees, roadside snake gods, parents, friends, old barber shop, a curve in road, how much more shall I wired?. I happened search my village in goggle earth. It was a great experience . 2hr of searching and finding my village was really so fascinating. I couldn't get at first. So I went to my district ie Shivamoga. From there, I started searching I followed the honnavarahighway, wow, soon through Ananthapura I reached Sagar. It was great, I just saw my highschool on the way ( at that point I felt like I was in pushpakaviman) then Ganapthi kere (pond), the road took a bend moved ahead. Now I reach a crpss and took a right turn, it is Jail road, I can see Jail, (not the inmates) ,now I reach vardha river bridge , then raiwaycrossing, wow- goa ahead, then on the road to Sorab , I find one by one village passing by, each road curvatures and small and large bridges passed by , I could recognize each of them, in one village there is large rice field, wow it looked great. took a turn we are near Ulavi (near by village) here I have to take a left turn. My heart beat was in raise. I couldn't contain my excitement, now I am moving my mouse slowly, navigating in excitement, I reach twin villages just before my village, teh mud road has crossed the main road looked like a PLUS mark. Moving ahead , one bend one down , now I am deviating ,to my village road. Now I am dead slow and viewing from 2993feet, I reach near our village pond and little further , my home, wow wow, I can make out coconut trees behind and arecanut trees infront, from that height also there is a textural difference between two trees. Ican make out tailed foof top of my home, and next to that my uncles home, remarkable....... Icalled home and taked mother and father, I told them whole thing, my father still don't belief it , I am plannig to send one photoI will write second part of roots later.

My experiments with car

I always drove a car in child-hood with a steel plates as a steering wheel; some times sitting on the top the gate post and using the fence bush branch as a clutch. Those days are past. Finally I decided to buy the car. But financial condition was not that great that I will afford to buy a car. Well , I managed some money and started hunting for car in net, a best place to find. After a month search, finally narrowed down on a car in Chembur which is the nearest suburb to us in Mumbai. We met a car dealer Mr Perriera with a French beard and he showed us a Maruthi Zen ; one of the most popular model ever to hit Indian road.It was looking very dull. He used all his marketing skill and finally convinced us to buy that. After two days of deliberation we finally paid him two thousand rupees as token advance and he promised by 2 days he will give a call, but he never turned up and later he paid back money saying that the car owner is not willing to sell the car.So our dream is shattered more than me my wife Pammi's face was like a dry tomato. Well, I was also disoppointed , I always saw all Zen, in particular white cars ( the color of the car which we were supposed to buy) I imagined my car would be like this !! Once again we were at zero and search continued. Ravi one of my friend's brother told me there is a zen just outside the gate of our campus. I was excited ,"that is great we will go and see it" The same day evening both of us went and saw the car . The car owner's husband said it must be 98 model and repainted and in good condition. And estimated price of 1lakh. I came home and told pammi ( my wife) , she said we will buy it !! By this time our patinence was at limit and we were ready to buy anything shown to us!!! Finally deal was struck at Rs.90 000/- and we bought it.There are many small details in-between, like how we showed to mechanic , how I marveled at his Mumbaia Hindi, how I took all 80, 000 cash from one bank and put it into another and fear in the stomach when we wihtdrew 90 000 cash, how I formatted different letters which would legalized sale( Most of the letters I did not use and they are still laying in my bag) and I paid money to the car owner all these are the part of the big story finally most funniest thing is that I myself don't know driving . I took one of my friend who drove the car from it's old owner's place to my apartment and parked it in-front of our building. I went up in the lift to my flat in 6th floor. From balcony I bent and saw my new ----old car which is happily or gingerly standing (parked) infront of the building. I had many things to do. I have to transfer the car to my name.Iwent to a person called Vicky in Govandi. His office was inside a gully. I handed over all the papers of the car and signed blindly on all the places he showed me with great confindence.Later two days there was no phone from him !! Now I am in fix I said to myself how foolish I am, blindly believing the people. It was may be because of my laziness I have to pay heavy price. All possible bad thoughts passed over the mind. Nothing that bad happened he transfered the car on my name and gave it on third day afte i handed over him all ht documents. Wow now RC-book has my name as the owner of the car.
During all these time , I was still driving illiterate!!!. I joined Balaji driving school. They charged me 2500/- for license and driving lessons. I gave some ten copies of my photos and money they asked me to come in the next week. I went for the first class. I was sent towards a golden colored car ( model Maruti 800 ). One man in his fifties with black and white mustache with typical south Indian outshirt was standing next to car. He asked me get into the car. I sat on the driving seat and was horrified to see the road ahead of me. All the road has been dug up by the municipality and there was a terrible traffic chaos. I told to him I can't take car on the first day through this mess. He said nothing doing you have to drive through this. After a while he said OK . He took the wheel and drove into relatively empty road. He parked the car on the road side and introduced himself. I am Sanjeev Master!!. HE asked me whether I know any driving? I said no .He explained every thing clutch break accelerator gear etc. Eventhough I knew and even I drove a bit in village i didnot show my little knowledge. He always said petrol for accelerator.Here is a sample class. As soon as you enter the class I mean car.... Seat belt, seat ( u have to adjust seat according to your leg space) first gear.... petrol ...........clutch ...... petrol ...... clutch choddo (leave the clucth) petrol oaur petrol ( bit more petrol ), left....... Second .... clutch.... petrol ......cum petrol ( less petrol) never gave more petrol , in 20 classes I never drove that car beyond 20km/h !!!now he will take to different roads of the Mumbai suburb. To give you cofidence, he will take you to the roads which are filled with heavy traffic or small roads which are busting with life, all the U-turns , circles , difficult signals ( bekhar signals) , and also he taught me how to get started in up using the clutch and petrol. At the end of the classes he gave all the possible hints about Guru dhakshina ( teacher fee ) and he said you need to take care of your teacher , Well I did it with 100 rupees!!!.
As all these things were going on I tried all possible things with my own car. Second day after I bought the car , all of us were planning to go to Ganesha temple. Now I have to take the car. I was just one day old in car driving , with all courage I got into the car..( during that time I was not even aware of how to open the door lock) I and pammi are accompanied by our great friends Sachin , Shruti and Bhibuti. Now all of us sat in the car , sahcin sat besides me , he is the navigator. I managed to reverse the car and took onto the road , with great difficulty car went to first gear. Our great journey around our campus started. We have a long way to reach the temple it is almost one km. Now we have reached the main road at each turning I used whole road, sahcin constantly navigated how much I should turn the steering wheel . Finally we managed to reach the temple.The priest did all the pooja and he made me to reverse the car and put into east west direction; with all friends constant cheer and guidance after 10min I managed it the priest did all the pooja and sprayed some flowers and sreegnada on car . We turned back and our journey towards home started. All of them decided to visit Sahyog's ( one more friend's home , who is at that time was on his Honey moon). place. His home is located bit interior from main road , a small road connects to his house. Now I have to turn the car in that narrow road. I was nervous , all in back seat suggested against it. I managed it with Sachin's brilliant navigation there our journey started again towards my place. Now I cant reverse the car in that road. So I took a complete round of the building to reach the main road , from there with out much fuss we reached home.
Story of the window. One window glass was gone down in between the door the glass moving mechanism was broken. I took a driver , since my driving was still in infancy!!! I replaced it in a local garage , well that was my first experience with car garage he charged me just Rs.500 /-
After that till today I am finding new things on the dash board, like parking light on the back of the steering wheel , and KM count down below the speedometer!!!! many more things'
let me stop here.

I tried to recall all my school days in every rainy season, it is a really nostalgic feeling, and it is of too much. The wet smell from the clothes and one more peculiar smell I remember was when I used dry the clothes on hot hande or when I hold in front of fire it will smell very peculiarly with a lot of steam evaporating from it. All our books are kept in a plastic cover then kept in pati cheela!!!!.. Along the road there was a lot of water oozing out of the ground, we always identified them and named them as if we have discovered new river…. When coming back from school always, we fought with an umbrella, by sprinkling the water by rotating a big umbrella. The coffee in the rainy season is a great thing. Steaming coffee one of the most beautiful thing in the world !!!! I don’t know how many people agree with me, but in our family, everyone agrees overwhelmingly!!!!!. (Song playing now: banigondu elle ellide). How uncomfortable stay in school to be with wet clothes on, as u change the sitting position all uneasiness would start again. It is a fantastic feeling to wear dry cloth, sit in lantern light and sip coffee and eat alakalu. There are many frozen pictures of the rainy season.
In school, we hanged our umbrella outside ( some students even used to bring kmbli koppe) and water trickle from umbrella’s sharp steel end. We took that drop on the nail, it shined like a gem and in an almost spherical shape ( due to surface tension!!!! Recently acquired knowledge). On more most awaited thing is when our Kere would fill and kodi’s fall, it was a great discussion topic, “oh today it has rained very heavily, the water level must have reached the thoob”(gate that allows water to thota) and next day we run excitedly to see till where water has reached. We claim our prediction is correct. There was always plastic slippers in rainy season and for all time water and sticky sand used be there in slipper and cause great discomfort, and now then slipper was washed in small streams. Halfway through rainy season places become slippery; when you fall, it is as if the earth has lost all its gravity. And amrithanjan was put into good use. Travelling by bus was always the most beautiful bumpy thing. All Gajanana buses were fitted with vertically folding shutter, water still seeped through it. One side of the body will get wet in spite of fighting water seepage using an umbrella, moving buttocks away from the window seat and facing sympathetic looks of co-passenger. Holiday in the rainy season was a fantastic experience.
Stand and watch the rain, how it proceeds across the landscape. If the wind is there, it will continue like waves and create beautiful music of increase and decrease in rain intensity (in the background u should not miss doddappa shouting to close the door, ‘water will come inside’). Whenever I slept in maadi room during the rainy season, I always enjoyed the raindrops fiercely hitting the hanchu ( tails). Nadahalli holds many more sweet memories. The paper boats or kesevina yele sailed in kerekodi. These great boats were observed for any catastrophe (tip over!!!) till it disappeared in the corner and next set of boats were set to sail for their great expedition till gramadagudi channel. Almost at the end of the rainy season a lot of greenery is around. In thota lot of kale grew and along with it thuruchi gida, which cause allergy and too much of scratching. The only relief from this was to wash the legs with a lot of hot water, as water flows over the scratched area instantly there was a great feeling of haha and expressed loudly!!!. ( I am going for, and I will come and many more thing about the rainy season) .