Sudipta tagged me: I am supposed to write 3 of my dreams which are bizarre and tag 5 people to share their bizarre dreams. During school days, I had weird dreams and soometimes even fell down from the bed and hurt myself. Mom used to place a pillow next to me so that I wouldn't fall. At times, my dreams were so frightening that I ran to my mom with tears rolling down my cheeks.

1. This dream, I had long back while I was in primary school: My parents had been out for the day. My neighbouring friend and me, tired of playing the same old outdoor sport decided to watch a horror movie at her home. Her parents had been out. We were accompanied by 4-5 more kids who happened to be her siblings and her cousins. As we watched the movie, some started weeping, some yelling out of fear, some buring head below the pillow. I still remember the whole saga. After dinner, without uttering a word to my parents that I had watched a horror movie, went to my bed. I closed my tiring eyes, heard chair moving back and forth, a moving shadow at the window, dogs barking, telephone ringing and at the same time someone knocking the door, yelling my name, compelling me to open the door. I walk towards the main door, as I open the door a long-haired lady wrapped in a white sari, her back towards me slowly turned and caught hold of my neck. Well, I couldn't notice her face.

Aah, Don't be scared. It was just a dream. I'm still alive!

2. This one is one of the oldest dream during school. I had watched Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift. Then went to sleep: I was busy with my assignments and mom calls me for dinner. I arrange the books in the shelf. Since my fountain pen was running out of ink I dip it in the huge ink pot. Beside the ink pot, I see the two tiny people of lilli puts waving their hands at me. I was stuck in awe. I pick them up and start staring at them. They expalined to me how they were lost from their community and found their way here!!! We conversed well and thus became good companions. I got them food and tiny clothes. It was like: Life injected into the dolls. I was very happy with those tiny creatures. No one knew their presence in my room.

Hope I meet them again in my dreams.

3. A couple of years ago, had been to the famous Crocodile Park in Chennai. It was rather amusing to see so many varieties of well-nourished hundreds and thousands of crocodiles with mouth wide opened craving for their prey. That night in my dreams I happen to be the one and the only one to hold a long crocodile in my hands, grinning and posing for a snap among the crowd. And the whole crowd happen to appreciate me for my braveness. Yes, you read it correct. Don't rub your eyes.

Bravo me!!! Weird dream.

As per the tag, I should tag 5 people to share their bizarre dreams. Tell me your dreams:

1. Kishan
2. Rishabh
3. Satish
4. Sunil
5. Vaishnavi

It had been almost half an year that I had met my old friends. Last Saturday, a friend of mine invited me for her betrothal ceremony which was on the very next day. Only six of us could make it up. unday, had been to one of my friends. As each of us met, we spoke of the old lasting memories spent at college and also discussed how the current work is going on. We spoke for hours together. There were many artistic stuffs made from dry cocunuts, dolls... Found these things to be exotic. Hence compelled one of my friend, Bhavya to capture them in her phone.

Mehendi

Well, This post is a continuation of one of the older posts: Name does matter. Till now, I knew that my name only means Mind. After Sudipta commented on the older posts that "Manasa" is a Goddess of Snakes, I googled and found out that complete amusing fact about my name. When I concluded reading the various meanings about my name, I had an unusual feeling; a moment of ecstasy. Who wouldn't be happy after discovering so many facts?

Many people whom I've met question me out of enthusiam: "Nice name, who named you?", "Well, what does Manasa mean literally?" These questions are too common to me. Every 99/100 people put forth this question. I answer them with utmost patience, "My dad chose that name. He liked that name. Manasa means 'mind'", with a smile. That time I knew that Manasa meant only mind to the best of my knowledge. The reason my dad named me was that I was born to my parents after many years of their marriage. Mom worshipped Lord Shiva and I was born. My parents took me to a temple on the eleventh day of my birth, when the priest asked what was the child's name: Dad told "Manasa". He had decided that name the day I was born. Sometime long ago, I questioned my dad why he chose that name? He explained that there is a lake in Mount Kailasa: An adobe of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvathi, the place they adore the most and the lake "Manasa Sarovar" is known for the purity, crystal clear water, the water purifies mind and soul.

Some of the amazing facts go here:

Manasarovar

Manasa-sarovar (maanasa-sarovara) - Pellucid waters of the mind.

Lake Mansarovar is a majestic Gift of Lord Brahma - the Creator God which came straight from his Mind i.e. Manas in Sanskrit so as per the legend name is Mansarovar. The sprawling lake lies below Holy Kailasa The Abode of Lord Shiva & Goddess Parvati in Western Tibet 4560 Meters above sea level with an approximate area of 320 Sq. Kms. It is indeed one of the holiest & most revered lake in the Universe for Hindus/Jains & Buddhist alike. The circumference of Lake is 90 Kms. & takes approximately Three Hours to cover the Parikrama (circumambulation) by 4WD Jeeps. First Sight of the Holy Lake takes away all the hardships & sufferings of the pilgrims & revives the mind & soul. A ritual Bath at Mansarovar is considered to attain Moksha and a drink of it’s water relinquish.

Holy Manasarovar in the form of dark blue waters is the most beautiful, fresh water wonder lake at around 15,000 ft altitude – at the sight of it, the mind dances with wonder and ecstasy said Sri Swami Tapovanam. Manasarovar is to the south of Kailash mountain. A bath in it is stated to take one to Brahma loka and to Shiva loka – as per Ramayana. It’s water is very sweet and said to posses medicinal properties. It is about four million years old. In skanda purana, it is stated that the lake was created out of Brahma’s mind. Hence it is called Manasa Sarovar. Sanaka, Sanandana and other maharishis performed tapas here. It appears Buddha’s mother dreamt before Buddha’s birth, a white elephant from Kailas mountain entering her womb. Daily at Brahma Muhurth time, they say Devatas come down and take bath, especially on the northern side. Some people can even see the Devatas in the shape of the stars descending into the lake and go back. Gandhi’s ashes have been mixed in these waters. It is said Arjuna is said to have received his pasupathastra here.

“Feeling that the purpose of my birth had been accomplished, I congratulated myself on my good fortune” – So wrote Swami Tapovan Maharaj in his famous book – Wanderings in the Himalayas.

“I could live and die on this heavenly lake without ever growing weary of the wonderful spectacle always presenting fresh surprises” – So wrote the famous Swedish traveler, Swen Hedin, who traveled over the region in 1907, recording the boundless joy of his wonderful experience.

Mount Kailash

Goddess of Snake

Before getting on with this very interesting tale of religion and romance it is necessary to say a few words about Manasa, the Hindu goddess who plays a major role in it. In most ancient Hindu religious texts; Manasa is said to be the daughter of Kasyapa, a famous sage, and Kadru, the sister of the serpent-king Sesha. Unlike her uncle, Manasa is still actively worshipped as a goddess who protects and saves humans from snake-bites. Her cult is most prevalent in Bengal where she is ceremoniously worshipped in temples. She is also attributed with the powers of curing infectious diseases like small-pox and of bringing wealth and prosperity. At the onset of the rainy season, when the snakes are most active, she is ritually invoked with sacrifices and offerings. She is probably a pre-Aryan goddess but this tale is of more recent vintage and comes from Bengal where she is most revered and tells how she gained recognition for herself as a potent member of the Hindu pantheon.

Not too long ago, in the fair and lovely land of Bengal, there lived a rich merchant named Chand. He was blessed with six sons but was, unfortunately a widower. Nevertheless he was always attentive to his sons' needs and they never felt the absence of a mother in their lives. They all lived in a beautiful mansion surrounded by colorful gardens nestling by the curvaceous banks of the Ganges. Chand was a devout worshipper of Shiva. He was so ardent in his devotions that he refused to acknowledge any other god or goddess. Manasa heard of this. At that time she had no devotees on earth and she became determined to force Chand to offer worship to her and become her first follower. Since Chand was well-known and widely respected she was sure that if she could get him to worship her other people would follow and she would soon have a large number of devotees. So Manasa approached Chand and ordered him to offer worship to her. Chand was not impressed with the goddess's demand. He ignored her and insulted her, calling her an ugly, black, one-eyed witch who ate frogs. He absolutely refused to give up worship of such a sweet lord as Shiva for a miserable creature like her.

Manasa was furious and, in retribution, dsestroyed Chand's beautiful gardens but Chand had been granted magical powers by Shiva and, with these, rebuilt his gardens instantly. So Manasa devised a new plan to ensnare Chand. She transformed herself into a beautiful maiden and appeared before Chand. Chand was a widower and was enchanted by the beauty of the maiden. He resolved to make her his bride and, without delay, approached her with his marriage proposal. The disguised Manasa was overjoyed with her success and very shrewdly told Chand that she would agree to become his wife if only he conceded his magical powers to her. Chand was so charmed by Manasa's outward appearance that he readily agreed and they were married with great pomp and glory. As soon as this was done, on their wedding night, when Chand approached his new bride, Manasa revealed her true self. She demanded, as before, that Chand forsake Shiva and take up worshipping her. Though greatly shocked Chand was adamant and absolutely refused to worship someone he thought of as the ugly snake woman. This angered Manasa even further and she destroyed Chand's gardens again. This time, as Chand had bequeathed his magical powers to Manasa, he could not rebuild them again. Yet he would not give in to the goddess's demand.

The infuriated goddess now resolved to torment Chand till he would agree to succumb to her wishes. First she had each of Chand's sons, one by one, to get bitten by poisonous snakes. They all died. When Chand still did not submit to her she had his cargo-laden ships capsized. He himself was cast away on a solitary island and he had to overcome a great number of hardships before he could get back home. Still he refused to become his devotee. He started his life all over again. Of all his near and dear ones there was no-one left. This caused him great sorrow but, with great perseverance and industry, Chand rebuild his fortunes and regained his former eminence in the community. He remarried and, soon, a son was born to him. With immense love and affection Chand named him Lakhinder.

The years passed gently and Lakhinder grew up to be a handsome young lad. Everyone loved him for his sweet nature. Chand began to look around for a suitable bride for him. Ultimately he chose Beulah, a lovely girl who he thought would make the perfect match for his son. The couple was betrothed and the wedding date was fixed. Manasa, who had not yet given up her resolve to subdue Chand, heard of this and approached him and again demanded that he give up worship of Shiva and become her follower. As usual Chand refused and Manasa grew furious at his insolence. She threatened him that if he did not do she wanted she would have his son Lakhinder bitten by a poisonous snake on his wedding night but Chand was not one to be easily intimidated. He began building a room made entirely of metal in which he resolved that Lakhinder would spend his wedding night with his bride Beulah.

No snake would ever be able to get into the thoroughly sealed metal cabin. Manasa heard of his plan and appeared before the architect who was to build the metal bridal chamber. She was terrible to look at and was known to be vengeful and bad-tempered. The architect was easily intimidated by her reputation and when she told him that she wanted him to leave a small hole in the door of the metal chamber he fearfully agreed. So Lakhinder's bridal chamber was built. From the outside it look invulnerable but the architect had, in mortal fear of Manasa, left a small hole at the bottom of the only door.

The wedding of Lakhinder and Beulah took place as scheduled with appropriate ceremony. Chand did not spare any effort or money to make the wedding of his only son and heir a memorable event in that part of the country. After the ceremonies and celebrations were over and it was night the bridegroom and bride were led into the metal chamber and Chand himself locked the door from outside. Night fell and the couple, thinking that they were safely ensconced in that impregnable room, observed their first rites of love. Soon after, Lakhinder fell asleep but Beulah lay awake for some time. She was nervous and alert despite the reported security of the room and her fears soon proved to be true. A snake came slithering into the room through the hole in the door. She offered it a dish of milk and it was so grateful for this favor that it left the room without harming her husband.

After this snake after snake slipped into the room through the small aperture the architect had left but Beulah offered each a dish of milk and each went away without harming Lakhinder. At last, however, Beulah could stay awake no more. She was too tired after the day's festivities. Soon after she fell asleep another snake slipped into the room and bit Lakhinder and went away. His cries of pain wakened the entire house but no-one could help. He died, as Manasa had threatened he would if Chand did not obey her command.

It was the custom in the Bengal of that time to set afloat on the river the bodies of persons who had died from snake-bites. Though the custom may seem strange there was logic in it. It was the general belief that a person who had died from snake-bite still had life within his or her body and it needed only an expert snake-charmer to bring such a person back to life.

Thus the dead body was not cremated. It was set afloat on the river in the hope that a snake-charmer may see it and help bring it back to life. So a raft was built and the grief-stricken father arranged for his son's last rites. When the body was ready to be placed on the raft and set afloat Beulah expressed the wish that she too would accompany her husband's dead body on its last voyage. She said that she had come to love him too much to be separated from him even by death. So she too was placed on the raft with Lakhinder's dead body and the raft was set afloat on the surging waters of the broad Ganges.

The raft, with Beulah and the dead body of Lakhinder, drifted down the river for many days and many miles till it reached the estuary where the river met with the sea. This place, The Sunderbans (Beautiful Forests), was a network of distributaries that spread like an intricate cobweb through dense mangrove forests. Very few people lived here as fresh water was scarce. Here, at a bathing place, Beulah saw a washerwoman washing clothes. Her little child was there on the bank and he was crying bitterly, probably demanding something or other. He kept crying till, at length, she became incensed with his tantrums gave him such a hard slap that he died on the spot. Beulah was amazed at this but said nothing. The raft had got struck in a maze of mangrove roots and Beulah could do nothing but sit and watch the woman perform her daily chore. When the woman had finished washing all the clothes she got onto the bank and spread them on the grass to dry. Then she went over to the dead body of her son and sprinkled some water on his face. Beulah was amazed to see that the boy got up and, smiling, took his mother's hand and they both started to walk away.

Beulah realized that the woman was no ordinary mortal and had magical powers and she saw an opportunity in this of reviving her dead husband and called after the washerwoman. She got out of the raft and went up to the woman and told her what had happened to her husband. She pleaded with her asking her to revive her husband as she had done her own child. Actually, the woman had been sent by Manasa to work her miracle with the child before Beulah so that she would be induced to seek her help. Manasa's plan worked and when Beulah asked the woman to help her she immediately led her to the goddess.

When Beulah reached Manasa's abode and asked for her blessing in bringing back her husband to life the goddess told her what she had done. She told Beulah that she was willing to bring Lakhinder back to life only on one condition. That was, that Beulah went back and converted Chand, her father-in-law, to her worship. Beulah readily agreed and, accordingly, Manasa revived Lakhinder. Beulah was overjoyed and, together, husband and wife asked for Manasa's blessings and set off for their home on the same raft that had been used for the terrible journey with Lakhinder's lifeless body.

When they reached home Beulah told her father-in-law about Manasa's condition and that the goddess had threatened to have Lakhinder bitten by a snake if Chand did not obey her. Faced by the pleading eyes of his beautiful daughter-in-law Chand's resolve broke at last. He agreed to offer worship to Manasa but he compromised and, during the rites of worship, used only his left hand to perform the ceremonies.

Nevertheless, Manasa was pleased and she blessed Chand and his family with peace and prosperity. Her fame on earth was also established after this story spread and many devotees thronged to her altar. Manasa became a goddess to be feared and revered.

It was 9:30 in the morning. I reached my cubicle and logged on to my PC. Well, the first thing which most of us do is check the emails. The first email of the year was from one of my friend stating that they required volunteer for The forthcoming Ellu Bella(Sankranthi) celebrations which was to be held on Jan 9. I was very much enthusiastic and decided to participate in a group song. When I let my friend know this, he compelled me to participate in a group dance. Since I am not that good dancer, I hesitated. Later, made my mind!

I contacted my friends who had participated an year ago for the same event. We were a team of amazing six!!! Oops, we are indeed an amazing group of six!!! We listened to songs and chose four songs and they were finally edited and fused to a single song. The very first day, I found the classical steps were too tough "Practice makes a man perfect." I was able to pick up the steps taught by my friends. Thanks to all of them for teaching me with a great patience!!! The next thing was the huge crowd to be faced. Initially, I was scared about it. What if I forget any step?? So many thoughts went on.

That evening, all of us were dressed beautifully. The costumes and jewellery were chosen by Ramya and Rashmi. Thanks to Ramya for a wonderful make up. Ramya had been saying Keep smiling and don't bother even if you forget any steps!!! Before entering the stage, I remembered my blogmate Sudipta's encouraging words,"Think you are the best and rest of audience know nothing." Thanks Sudipta, your words really worked.

The event kicked off with invocation, Dollu Kunita, Veeraghaase, song, dance, Yakshaghana. The whole event was a grand success. The audience were mesmerized by the event.I was present as a part of audience only after our dance concluded.

Can't forget that wonderful evening. I got a great opportunity to meet such wonderful people through this event. I'm thankful to all for their support. My social network expanding.

The next day, my inbox was flooded with emails filled with compliments. It was a moment of ecstasy. Compliments pouring. It was an outcome of team effort and hard work.Who on earth could sleep with such compliments pouring?

Jan 5: It had been several months that I had listened to the talk of my favorite, famous RJ on Radio City 91.1fm, the city's first private radio station launched in 2001. That evening I hurried home as early as possible so that I could listen to the mind blowing show on air which was to be host by person whose voice I frenzied for years. It was 8:50 in the evening, I turned the frequency tuner of my 12 year old Philips radio to listen a show "Top 8 at 8" always anchored by Darius. I was astonished to learn that so many radio stations exist at almost each frequency I tuned within a short span of time. Finally, I stopped tuning at 91.1fm. The show was at the verge of completion. All those who have been listening to Radio City quite a long time might have got, that it was Darius's birthday, the RJ who had been a heartthrob of many Bangaloreans(Well, even though Bangalore has been renamed Bengalooru; I don't know if Bangaloreans is replaced by some other name. For time being, let it be Bangaloreans.) I was disappointment that the show was hosted by RJ Sunaina. I listened to the show for the last ten minutes, then I switched off the radio. In the flashback mode, remembered the radio programs hosted by him in which most listeners hardly addressed him "Darius" instead calling him Dowrius, De rius, Darius Sunainawala. My friend Praths and me always gossiped about RJing. According to us, it was the coolest profession for being paid for non-stop talking, no dress code, your voice reaches every common man, chance to speak to so many people including personalities and huge fan rush. Though I missed his show, I'm happy that I can wish through this blog.

I found these articles after googling for a while.
Have you got what it takes
Silence is taboo
They are stuck with us


Jan 11: Our Indian cricket captains birthday!!! Some of his pics which I admire the most.






























Jan 18: My friend's birthday who has always supported me at all times. Seventeen years of friendship and not out. Cheers to our friendship!!! Proud be have a friend like her. Happy Birthday, Praths. Words cannot describe how much you mean to me, how much I miss you. Let our friendship last forever, come what may!

Today my cell phone completes one year, one month, one day:) Bought it on 25th November 2005.
Shihab's was the first photo which I captured in my phone while he was anchoring(Clicked this photo an year ago:)

I was on the way to my building on Friday morning, was amused to see the decorations going on for Christmas at one of the food courts in the company campus. My attention was caught by fir tree and captured this it in my phone:)

As I walked further, the silver bells and golden bells were hanging high in air. I wished to capture many more but my phone was running out of memory space:( Never mind, I've captured them in my memory:D


Christmas Tree


Bells


Clicked when it was just a few
feet above the floor:)


I remember my school days, one of my good old friend who was my neighbour too, always invited me for Christmas every year. We celebrated with joy at her home. Those delicious mouth watering dishes. She sung carols. She shifted her home long time ago. Since then, lost contact. Today, I'm home writing this blog with few refreshed thoughts missing my friend, chocolates, almost all varieties of cakes and cookies ofcourse:(
At school, we were taught in the English classes that Santa Claus in Red came to little kids and presented them the gifts which they were always in need of. I wish Santa comes with loads of chocolates and cakes:)

On November 25, Bangalore DC took Silver Stage in style, celebrating Infy’s successful 25-year journey. A 15,000-strong crowd, comprising Infoscions and their families, joined in the dazzling celebrations. The Silver Stage celebrations kicked off at 2.30 pm with a vibrant carnival and several games. Enthusiastic Infoscions, with their little ones in tow, were seen participating in a game of dart, throwing a few hoops, trying their hand at pottery, getting their caricatures done and even taking pictures of men on stilts!










The amphitheatre, meanwhile, saw a packed audience cheering for the little champs at the musical performance. They displayed their remarkable musical talent with a lot more than Sa Re Ga Ma.

It had been a week that the Outlook was configured on my desktop. As any other professional, an outgoing signature was needed. I was amused to see few of my friends signature which had some colorful picture/company logo, proverb, phone numbers at the end of email. Attracted by these, I attached phone numbers, unit logo, company logo, proverb at last. Asked one of my good friend if I could make it better.

The whole conversation was in local tongue/language, I wish to publish it as it is. Local readers will enjoy it. The translation provided in brackets. Please bear:)

me: hi.. nanna signature hegide?
(How's my signature?)

He: channagide.. innu indu nalku photos attach maadidre innu channagirothe
(Its good. If you attach more photos(logos) it would look better)

me: okie...Nann signature innu chikkadannagi hege maadli??
(How do I make my signature still smaller???)
Ella info nu irbeku thane signature alli???
(We need all necessary information in a signature.)

He: Phone numbers yella thegedu haaki…
(remove all the phone numbers.)

Me: sari.. mathhe innenu tegibeku innenu irabeku??
(Ok. Done. What else do I need to remove from it?)

He:
Thanks & Regards
Your name
Business Unit
Company

Istu saaku alva…?
(Isn't this enough?)

Me: Haan.. saaku..
Aadre nimm emails nalli enu signature illa…
(Yup. Its enough.But why havn't you added signature in your emails?)

He: Nanage aste saaku..
(Its sufficient for me:)

Me: Eega hegide??
(How is it now?)

He: Font color matte size change maadi
(Reduce the font color and size.)

Me: Eega hegide??
(How it it now?)

He: Font color matte size change maadi
(Change the font color.)

Me: Yaava color haakli??
Nange blue tumba ista
(Which color is better?I like navy blue:))

He: Hogli font size reduce maadi
(Reduce the font size atleast.)

Me:Okie…
Eega??
(now)

He: No need of BOLD fonts.
Bold thegiree…
(Remove BOLD fonts.)

Me: Eega chikkadaagi, cut aagi idiya??
(How is it now?Is it cut?)

He: Cut… or cute…?

Me: Cute… sorry spelling mistake

He: Chennagide…
Nimma hesarina tharane…
(Yup. Its indeed cute.Just as your name:))

Me: Thanks:) You're flattering me.

He: Illa nijvaagalu nimma hesaru nanage thumba ista…
Nimage nimma hesarina artha gotta..?
(Nope. Your name is good.Do you know what your name means?)

Me: Haan.. gottu… manasa andre manassu anta
Nann tande nann hesaru select maadiddu
(Yup. I do know.Manasa means "mind". My dad chose that name)

He: Manassu adu kooda sari…
Nirmalavaadaddu, pavithravadaddu, shanthige kooda ee pada arthakodutte…
Avarige nanna abhinadanegalu…
(Mind is also correct. It also means purity, peace... My regards to him)

Me: Ooh.. istella arthagalu ive anta gotthirallilla.
Thanks.. nimminda nange gottayithu
(ooh. I never knew my name has several meanings. Thanks, I got to know from ya)
Aadre nanna hesarannu bahala jana sariyaagi pronounce maadolla:(
(But many people don't pronounce my name exactly)

He: Actually nimma hesaru baredirodu sari illa… adu maanasa antha irbeku..
(Actually, the spelling must've been maanasa)

Me: Hmmm.. aadre bahala jana maansa antane karitaare.. “a” na nungu bid-tare
(Hmmm.. most people say Maansa with "a" missing)

He: Adu northigalu maatra haage kareyodu yaakandre illina maanasa alli maansi aagirutte alva adakke ..
(That's been called only by Northies cos Maansa is Mansi there)

Me: Haan… aadrunu manelli.. nann friends, cousins, uncles mathhe aunty galu ellru maansa anta ne kariyodu..
(Yup, very true. But still, parents, buddies, cousins, acquaintted call me so..)

He: Adakke enu maadoke aagolla..
Eega beda kaaluru inda Bangalore aada haage…
(Can't help it. Consider, Beda kalooru being Bangalore)

Me: Hehe.. aaadre nanna hesarina spelling manasa ne iruttade..
Aadre kariyodu maatra maansa ante ne
(Whatever, spelling remains the same:D)

However, Bangalore is renamed back to its old name. I wonder when most acquaintances pronounce my name properly:)