Tuesday 30 April 2013

Love in the air!

Amblingindian nuggets on life - On love



Juhi

Like the heady fragrance of jasmines  , love lives, somewhere,  in the air . It is so pure an emotion, one can never  see it, so lofty and weightless, one can only hope to sense it , somehow.
Perhaps that's where the adage comes from " When you love someone, show it!". Show it through a smile,  a touch, a gesture, a hug , a kiss. Show it all the time . Remember others can't see it. Love is in the air, floating around, can never be pinned down!!


Regards,

Aina Rao,
The amblingindian..

Saturday 27 April 2013

The Quintessential Middle Indian

Is there any such thing as a Middle Indian? Not the middle-aged or middle-of-the-road Indian, but just a simple Middle Indian? There may well be, considering the number of products of mixed northy and southy genes that you increasingly find nowadays. A species of people who can claim complete allegiance neither to the flamboyant north Indian style of living, with glitzy Rolexes and Rolls- Royces on perennial display, nor to the softer southern parts of the country, so proudly proclaiming their Kanjeevaram** silks, Bharatanatayam *graces and Carnatic music traditions.

Apart from the mixed species, I myself can lay claim to belonging to this variety of people, the Middle Indians namely, not by ancestry (being a pedigreed southy), but by virtue of having lived across the country, born somewhere in the middle, and having grown up in various parts, at different points in time. And therefore, imbibing what one hopes is the best of both, or all worlds, a veritable potpourri of culture, music, traditions, food, values and, most importantly, languages. But, considering myself to be modern, having rejected some of these as well, at least the traditions that seemed irrational, I could only hope to have filtered in what I thought was the best.

And today, being conferred the title of "Honorary member of the Rajasthani brood" inspite of my true blue southy blood, by none other than "hunny the hubby from the north indian  hindi heartland " himself ,  I can finally claim to be a native of "the Real Middle India", and to have officially arrived as the ''Quintessential Middle Indian'.

Hurrah  for all the Middle Indians!

Regards,
Aina Rao,
The amblingindian

                                                                           * Kanjeevaram - a town in south India, known for its   silks
** Bharatanatyam - A classical dance of south India
 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharata_Natyam

Monday 22 April 2013

Water, water, everywhere but...

Looks like a certain 'foot-in-the-mouth' disease is doing the rounds. With public servants being afflicted, making statements of the order of " Peeing is the best way to boost sordid water levels in the rivers",even the Amblingindian is not spared. The piece below being a sample of the result of this terrible epidemic.

Not a drop to drink.

Is water a precious commodity? Not really, if the 'public servants' are to be believed. For, there's plenty of it everywhere, so what if it's not in the taps or rivers, we all collectively have a lot stored up in our bodies, like in tears or pee even. And in true Mary Antoinette style, if we don't have bread, we could always eat cake, and extend that to water.So why worry about  dry rivers  anymore?


- Lets fill the clouds with tears,
  Lets fill the dams with pee.

  If there's no water to drink,
  There's always coke or pepsi.

  Why worry about the rain,
  When all the water will anyway go down the drain?

Regards,
The Amblingindian.

Sunday 14 April 2013

Caught on the sly



Finally, a picture of me..usually too shy to face the camera.. Can't remember what i was thinking, though. Amblingindian -a Monalisa smile?

Saturday 13 April 2013

Silver , the new gold


Silver , the new gold
Image result for silver jewelry
pic courtesy: Goldstandardny.com

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Of late,  I have become a staunch admirer of silver. In a country which accounts for nearly one-third of the total world demand,  and gold is the universal metal to aspire for, how could this be?

A chance comment from an aunty –in- law ( bua /chachi /taiji/ kaki,  I can never get the real name , hence the generic  designation -aunty ) may have been the catalyst. For the lady in question, one of the matriarchs from the northern part of the country, described her culture shock in vivid terms, when she came to the south of this country, on one of her one – off jaunts, maybe a first time trip.  “ Lots of black people wearing lots of gaudy yellow gold", she went. Comments on skin apart( & I have always found black to be very beautiful  contrary to the popular view ,maybe  because I am a radical , also a contrarian at heart ), the statement did strike a chord somewhere. Gold, I realized, can be really gaudy , and gawky even at times. Visit the town of Madurai  and the Meenakshi temple there.  The street seems to have been bathed in gold. Your eyes may be hurt by the glare of the yellow metal  staring at you from every shop on the street, proudly displaying a glimmer of glittering ornaments .Some people actually find that inviting, so hard to resist that they end up hoarding the yellow stuff.  But silver? No such displays are to be found. It carries an understated elegance, a delicate, ethereal  feel, to say the least.
And that has led to my switch in toto. To my great joy, I have also discovered that silver comes at a fraction of the price of gold , so that I could potentially stock up on many hundreds, if not thousands of silver artefacts, jewels and the likes, indulging my senses completely , without breaking the bank. Thus began  my fascination with silver, which continues unabated.  Looks good at all times, beats inflation, and generally just feels good too.
Apart from jewellery, even nature seems to realize its value, as the precious years of wisdom, always translate into silver strands, and never to gold.  As for my silver medal, it is absolutely worth a lot more than its weight in gold.  Gold ? No thanks. Silver is right up there in my popularity stakes. Give me silver, anyday !

Also read the full post on 

http://news.in.msn.com/blog/amblingindian-quirky-ideas.aspx
Regards 
Aina Rao 

Friday 12 April 2013

Amblingindian Wisecracks n witticisms

Submit your own original WnWs. will post them with credit to the contributor!
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Tuesday 9 April 2013

Thanks to Chetan Bhagat



http://news.in.msn.com/blog/amblingindian-quirky-ideas.aspx




An interesting revelation. Ever since I wrote about Newton and the Live-In-Relationship ( LIR), in response to Chetan Bhagat’s- Lets talk about Sex ( in the Times of India), something unexpected has happened. I get a lot more responses on my blog(amblingindian.blogsp​ot.in), which has moved into a new orbit,  with the curiosity of the general public going through the roof, looks like.



So, as promised , I will do the part 2 of "lets talk about S**", part 1 being Newtonian views on “ Marriage and the LIR” on amblingindian.blogsp​ot.in, but , in a very amblingIndian way, I will not really talk about it, but beat around the bush and skirt around the issue and hint about related things in a sheepish way...so here goes a story , not exactly on S**, but, on a related topic of marraige vs the LIR , also on    “The most important certificate”.

Marraige vs the LIRs : The most important certificate

To read the full post , please click on 


Regards 
Aina Rao, 
The Amblingindian.

Sunday 7 April 2013

Amblingindian Nuggets on Life - On Writing




A new life begins with a wail.
A change, a revolution begins with the word. The written word. It doesn't talk, yet it gets heard. It doesn't shout, yet gets  attention.
That is the power of the written word.  A force to be reckoned with, an agent of change, a catalyst, and much  more...

The word. At times my nemesis, other times a saviour. Sometimes, i dip my mind into the world of words, to emerge with beads of thought. Other times  i simply play with the beads , weave them into adornments, with imagination as the thread. The joy of creation, just playing with the word, is genuinely indescribable.


As for me, the word is also my solace , my confidante , my imagination and catharsis. It rings so true. It is ephemeral, yet permanent. It fulfills the purpose of my life, makes my existence so complete.

Regards,

Aina Rao

Friday 5 April 2013

A trip on Telugu

For those of you interested in taking a trip to Telugu( lu - lu ) land , do visit my blog page on msn :


( if the link doesnt work , please copy and paste in your browser)
http://news.in.msn.com/blog/amblingindian-quirky-ideas.aspx


For my worldwide readers, Telugu is a native language of India. It happens to be one of the 22+ languages Indians speak. Most Indians speak only 1-2 of these, so all the others ( 20+ ) can be greek or latin , for all they know.


A BIG thank you to all my readers, once again . The amblingindian has crossed 3200 views ( whew! it is galloping ahead and i need to run to keep pace). Readers from Germany, Thailand, US, India  topping the list .. I am truly amazed and humbled.


Do keep reading.. remember do post your views on the blog or visit the facebook page : amblingindian

Will post more this  sunday .. the 7th of April., do visit ..


Regards,
Aina Rao

Thursday 4 April 2013

Amblingindian nuggets on life - on Summer

An Indian Summer, a very, very warm day. Cooling down with just the sight of the water lilies, nature's beautiful gifts. 

Tuesday 2 April 2013