Sunday, 21 February 2016

Open Street @ MG Road, Bangalore
 The romantic boulevard on MG Road has always fascinated me from the moment I cast my eye on it for the first time way back in the eighties when I first landed in Bangalore post my marriage.The elevated pathway, beautiful flowers full of vibrant colors surrounding it casting a pleasant shadow – it all mesmerised me. The beauty lie in the fact that MG road was a busiest road, always hustling and bustling with business activities, where crossing the road would take considerable amount of time, yet you can sit by its side over the elevated pathway, watching all the drama unfold before your eyes,detached and secluded. To a philosophical eye, it would symbolize life's message of detachment with attachment!

And I had a fancy. To walk there aimlessly and spend time leisurely.There are many such beautiful tiny wishes that I behold close to my heart. There may be big ambitions, goals and targets which give you that sense of fulfillment when you achieve them. But there lie, like a pearl in a shell, many little big passions and cravings in your heart, crying to be fulfilled. And spending idle time on M G Road topped my list.

Boulevard - a shade of old times
Whenever I zoomed past MG road I would look longingly at the most inviting image fly by. To a working woman and a mother of two, the priorities always clashed. And the winner would always be responsibility and family. It's a very very big luxury to be a able to aimlessly walk without a worry of time.

When the MG road and its boulevard came under hammers for metro, I shed a tear in regret. Of course there were plans to rebuild it to its original glory but I still missed them. Adding salt to the wound was the changed scenario at home. While earlier my son would say " ಅಣ್ಣ ಕಾಲೇಜ್ ಗೆ   ಹೋಗೋದು ಬೇಡ, ನೀನು ಆಫೀಸ್ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋದು ಬೇಡ, ನಾನು ಸ್ಕೂಲ್ ಗೆ ಹೋಗಲ್ಲ. ಎಲ್ಲಾರೂ ಮನೇಲಿರೋಣ." But now both my son and daughter would control their secret squeal of delight whenever we would tell them that we are going out for entire day and they have to manage on their own! And the boulevard on MG road had vanished!

chitrasanthe @ MG Road
Post Metro, I did have a chance to visit the MG road, take a Metro ride and a detour on the boulevard and make some small artefacts' purchases. But my children accompanied us on that day and while my son wanted to rush back home for FIFA world cup, my daughter insisted that more than walking on boulevard she preferred to shop at Brigade road.

And the Open Streets on MG road was what we have been asking for. A road filled with fun and frolic, vibrant with multiple hues and colors and a free walk not only on boulevard, but on the centre of MG road itself!
MG Road, here we come!!!
The journey bigins
The carnival

Fun n froli

Dhyana at MG Road!

Snake and ladder live!
spot painting
aimimg high!

Monday, 8 February 2016

Move on

Pogo, my little pug has become the father of six cute little puppies.Well, on second thoughts, he is not a little pug anymore, but all of four years old and a father.His mate? Well, a smart dynamic young little twinkle.
Was it a love at first sight? Or a long courtship? Well, on the contrary, the lady played hard to get and Pogo, my handsome hunk was not the one to give up easily!

When I first saw the six tiny babies cuddled up with each other, I could not take my eyes off them. They were so cute, tiny and had not even opened their eyes.
And the mother, as to be expected, was very possessive.She would be extremely worried when we lifted the babies, anxiously following us till we gave the babies back.
And one month passed by. Now Twinkle was a patient tolerant mother.Giving a supportive hand to the naughty gang.At times she would be so exhausted by their pranks that she would herself come and sit in our lap, not able to tolerate their mischiefs anymore. Now she was indulgent, tolerant but never overbearing, nor overprotective. She would keep a watchful eye on them, but maintained a distance, not interfering.
And the time came to move on.One by one the babies started moving to their new homes.Twinkle would come to the balcony, see off the little ones, give a good bye bark.Was she sad? was she relieved? She never showed. She would get on with life, with the remaining babies, till she bid adieu to all the six.
Fortunately for us, a friend of ours adopted one. Bunty.Before seeing him off to his new abode, we brought him home.He was just 35 days old.Pogo welcomed him, gave a fatherly tolerant company and played with him.
Bunty was a sweet, cute and tiny little pup and on arrival at our home, he wanted us to cuddle him, always put him in our lap, snuggle into our neck so that he felt safe and secure.He would lick our face, shower us with his puppy love and refused to leave our lap.With a heavy heart, we sent him to his new place.
After a week, on popular demand, Bunty visited us.With great expectations I ran to him, holding him close to my chest and waiting for his licks.But within a week, there was a dramatic change. Bunty has grown up and how!Now he wanted to be independant, explore new things and wanted to move around by himself.
As he was running around the house, playing with Pogo and a ball, biting on eggs and cornflakes, I picked him up, hugged him and cuddled him to my chest.
And Bunty resisted.He struggled, gave an urgent small lick to my chin.While I was expecting him to snuggle up to me, he fiercely fought for his freedom, swinging his legs, stared directly into my eyes and jumped off and ran.
Well. There lied the Life's biggest message.Let go.......