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While on back from Golkonda Fort to Museum, a passenger “Are you also an outsider?

“Yes, how about you?”

“I am from Delhi and you ?”

“Bangalore. Are you here for a visit?”

“I am a star!”

Some people give a first impression that would cloud over all the conversation and make you look at everything they say with a tinted glass. Even if it was not meant to be. I am too a victim of this normal behaviour. Anyways here I continue my discussion along with the notes and thoughts which I could not / did not utter to him

“Excuse me?!”

“I work for Star TV”.

“Oh! really. That is nice. What do you work as?”

“I am with news”. “I have come from Bangalore, want to go to Mumbai the trains are stopped.”

“Are you on official duty or personal?”

“Personal.” “I had 2 days and am visiting here”

“You have come here, just because trains are not there for 2 days?”

“I have free tickets/pass anytime to anywhere in Indian Railways.I always get a confirmed ticket, on the spot”. I am a star. “Company has bought me a yearly pass.”

“Your good name?”

“Bajaj, Kumar Bajaj”. Bond, James Bond.

“Do you carry and ID, pass?”

“No they are safely kept. You can look at this id”. He showed the medicard. Kumar Bajaj, News Television. Also pulled out a visiting card and put it in as fast as he pulled allowing me to see only the “Star” in corner.

“This is medicard. I can get hospitalization from 600 hospitals in India. I have a list of them. There are 4 here in Secunderabad.” I am a star.
“What exactly is your designation?”
“I am a freelance reporter”. Now I know that visiting card wasn’t yours.

“I know J Nagar”
“Sorry?”
“J Nagar, 4th Block, Bangalore. 4th Block”
“Oh! Jayanagar.”
“I have 2 houses in Bangalore. One in J nagar and one in JP Nagar”
“Have you stayed or plan to stay in Bangalore?”
“I do not like Bangalore”. I know where it is heading. I did not ask him the reasons.
“There are 3 reasons: It is costlier. Unnecessarily. Roads are too congested. No good north Indian food available”.

Let me look at these reasons. People have a tendency to look at the results rather than the causes. Costly. People want Bangalore. There is cash inflow. Inappropriate, yes. But the inhabitants of Bangalore have not become rich overnight and are able to hike the prices. We middle class men are neither hiking the prices nor are we able to afford them. Nor are we happy with that. It is mostly the inflow from other states, north India, business men, who have made it expensive. We the middle class people have not. It is not, also, by the so called IT people. They too are finding the cost of living expensive inside the city.
Second, congested roads. I have nothing to say here. Unfortunately, yes. After having looked at the three main cities of South India, I concluded that Bangalore needs roads. Better roads, more roads. But what has really led to this state of affairs. Lack of vision to look ahead, to anticipate by the administration. Sudden growth and population inflow.
Third, north Indian food. Hey, Bangalore is in south India, fyi. Very much. Why should you expect good north Indian food in the first place? Get me a good Idli, Dosa corner in North. If you name Kamath and Udipi, I have an easy answer. Necessity is the mother of invention. If there is demand, there would be supply. Most of those Kamaths, Udipis have at least one link back to south. Why don’t north Indians come and open some north Indian food joints and serve the food the way they would like. Or better still, adjust yourself. Be a Roman when you are in Rome. Don’t make it a reason. Don’t complain.

“Err…why do you have 2 houses in Bangalore?”

Why don’t you see yourself off from South India?

“Huh..that was a clever investment I made.” I am a star. “I bought a house for 34 Lakh an year ago which today quotes 58 lakhs” “Unnecessarily, there is a cost rise”.

Hello..why are you complaining dude ? Unnecessary? Basic rule of economics says, if there is high demand and shortage of supply, the price goes up.
And look how my thoughts are true. Who is able to afford 34 lakh and who is hiking the price. Not us, my dear. Who is making the profit, taking the advantage? And ironically, who is complaining ?

“You know in Delhi, this same flat should cost 8 lakh”.
Yes, put your 34 lakh in Delhi and then whine about not getting your returns.

“Here in Bangalore people park cars on the roads. In Delhi I can park 4 cars of mine in the basement. I have 4 cars”. I am a star.

“Unnecessary there is a costly life.”

You want your investment to double, but do not need a costly life. Pity who is paying for it all.

“There is a demand for Bangalore, which explains the raising cost”. I finally show courage.

“Demand? No one likes Bangalore. No one from India likes Bangalore. Only foreigners like Bangalore”

Yes sir, thanks! We run a black magic business to attract them, you see. What the heck? Who is forcing anyone to go against their wishes. When people spoke about the costlier life in Bombay there was a sense of pride. When they speak of Bangalore there is a sense of hatred. I am getting into this discussion too many times. Leave us alone! We were content. We didn’t welcome outsiders nor did we try to block them, as Shiv Sena wanted to do in Mumbai in eighties. Guess where all this leads to.

“I personally know people from Hyderabad, Chennai, North who want to settle in Bangalore but not in their towns.” These cities are a part of India.

“I think Chennai is far better than Bangalore”.

Oh! Not again. Go stay there for a month and get back to me. No, let me clarify, I have nothing against the city.

“There is good north Indian food in Chennai?”
“No”
“You have 2 houses in Chennai?”
“No”
“Have you stayed there for a day?”
“No”
“Have you…”
“I have never been to that place.”

No, let me clarify, I have nothing against the city. Nothing against anything. I don’t like blindfolded baseless accusation against Bangalore. I hate hatred. I hate jealousy.

“Do you know the issues with the city?”
“No”
“Do you know the advantages of the city?” No I am not talking about the cost of living.
“No”.

“There is climate problem, water problem. And few people from there prefer other cities”
“Water problem. That is why they fight for Cauvery water”.

Ok, so you have some awareness. But fight? We need to co-exist. We need harmony. Who wants to fight? We fought for our freedom. After that there was no need for fight. There is a lack of strong motive to resolve the issue amicably, and a stronger motive to keep the issue burning always. For reasons beyond and against the usefulness to general public. It is a trivial issue, if there is a will.

“How long have you been in this profession?”
I am more curious about your 4 cars and 34 lakhs. And I want to change the topic.
“8 years”
“Before that?”
“I wasn’t doing this”.
Of course I can understand that from your previous reply.

“I worked for National Geographic. You know National Geographic?” I am a star.

“I guess yes. How was the experience?”

“Good.” “But no food, only biscuits and chocolates.”

Thank god you are a vegetarian.

“The tiger you see so near in the TV is actually not as close as they show. It is very far. They use good lens”.

Of course yes. If the tiger was as near as you had wanted, you would not be alive here today explaining your star status.

“I covered Kargil too.” I am a star.

“Rajdeep Sardesai, has started his own TV, no?!”

….Do you have any such plans? I am cut short.

“Who ? There are many offices in Delhi.”

“No, he was in Mumbai”

“Then I don’t know him. There are many employees.”

“I will tell you the reason for all this. In India people want cities. Everyone wants Bangalore, Mumbai, Chennai and Hyderabad. Leave other parts like that and move towards the cities. This is the problem”.

He got back to the burning issues after some silent moments.

“My mother stays in California, 45 miles away from the city. Very happy.” With a pinch of anger, sorrow and disappointment.

Go 45 miles away from Bangalore and invest your 34 lakhs. Or 45 miles from Delhi, where you would get good north Indian food.
But anger apart, I feel, this was the most sensible statement made by the gentleman, without a tone of ‘I am a star’. Yes, there is a polarization of population towards the cities. We have forgotten that development of villages is development of India, Gandhiji’s belief. We are our own victims.

“Look what happened in Mumbai. 70k are ill and are going to die. Malaria. Diahorrea. I am carrying medicine from here today. All hospitals and chemists are empty.”

That is a good service.

“Look at what we have achieved in 50 years of Independence.” He pointed towards a rusted bus stop. Now his wrath seemed to turn against whole of India.

“Let me tell you. We are 1000 years behind other developed countries. One thousand years”.

I am not a reporter and I can’t be that accurate with numbers.

Yes, sir. That is an exaggeration, but yes. But look at the reason behind it. We were the richest and developed in the world. Before we were invaded. Looted. Followed by more than a century of foreign rule. America got lucky and got its independence approximately 2 centuries before we did.

We are coming back. But it takes time. We are not as fast as Japanese. We take time. Plus there are limitations. Population explosion, in the first place. Deep rooted corruption in the second. We lack a leader who can evoke a uniform patriotism or inspire people to work integrated, selflessly towards improving ourselves. Need for another movement like the Independence movement, may be. The poverty follows closely. Then there is brain drain.

“In California, there are no ticket counters in the entire nation. Not a single booking counter. Not a single TC.”

“Oh!”.

“There are vending machines every 200 yards.”

“In Mumbai the other day ‘There is a possibility of train, which was scheduled to leave at 11hours, to leave at 17 hours.’ Sambhavna hai. That also they are not sure. In California, everything is perfect”

“You plan to settle in California?”

My tone often hides my tone. I mean more than I say. Why don’t you run away to California? We won’t do worse without you.

“See, if you are not planning to start your own business, in which case any age is ok, you have to migrate before you are 35”. A scent of disappointment.

“You know in California, you can buy a car free of cost!”

“Ya ?!”

“I mean you can get a car without paying. Instead you can get paid”

Magic?! But you don’t need them You have 4 cars and you are a star.

“I had interviewed a mechanic who told me there are 2 ways to get an used car free of cost. If a car requires a minor repair, they don’t bother to get it repaired. Instead ask the mechanic to take that away from their garage, where it is using up their space and pay him 250$. It is just 2 months salary for them to buy a $10k car. Here you have to save atleast for 3 years to buy a car. Many Indian mechanics are repairing these used cars and make them look like brand new and then deport them to India for sale. They are making lot of money like that.

Another way is when they are fined 4 times for breaking the traffic rules, they disown the car the 4th time.”

“Except for a few people there, who earn $11k-$12k per month, the average is also very good $3500 per month”

“Is India ka kuch nahi hoga”

I don’t know about that. But this mentality doesn’t help either. I am an optimist and like to see the better face of everything. I do not accept that Indian cricket team involves in fixing the matches. I feel hard to digest that Supreme Court judgements are rigged. I don’t listen to those who say Sania Mirza is a bubble and will disappear as soon as she has appeared. I can’t take that the rising index of stock market is a hoax or an illusion. I would like to believe that we are getting better everyday. There are visionaries who have predicted good things happening to India in another 20-30 years. And I will be alive to witness all that. You poor soul, you are a bit early. Those who fought for our freedom, if saw us today, would not have been very happy with the state of affairs. Their efforts, sacrifice sure deserved better returns. I accept. They sure had better plans, thoughts, dreams, visions for us. I agree. But we are not that bad either. There is a potential. There is an urge. There is a necessity. We need to accept our shortcomings and strengthen our strengths.

However she is, this is my nation. I love her and am proud to be Indian. Jai Hind.

Prelude:

After confusing and clearing myself with all the tax related calculations, I am into Shares. And not with out a reason.

In a medieval period when people we knew spoke economy to an extent of the latest Rs 500 denomination, my father spoke shares,debentures,bonus etc. He had had quite a few suggestion seekers, students behind him. Over the time he just withdrew himself from it. Now, one of those students has made it big. And we attended a workshop from him where some thousands of people attended. My intention was to make myself familiar with the terminologies and to investigate the realities of the business. Of course, I had a pen and book with me to double me up as a journo!

Stocks, Futures, Options etc:

The series of seminars that lasted for more than 3 hours, started with a prayer from students of school for blind. The investment company headed by Mr NSK Murthy, donated some amount to the school. An introductory talk by Dr Krishna was followed by a seminar from Murthy. The presentation touched upon various terminologies, tricks, demo of software used to predict the share market, with some humour in between and a question and answer session. Mr Murthy’s wit was at its best display during q and ans.

I am going through 4 huge books on various tactics , trends and newspaper articles. So you know whom to contact for your investment advice !

Ayurvedha:

Next was a session by Dr Krishna, who has practiced allopathy for more than 15 years in US, about an ayurvedic center he has set-up in Mysore. Very elaborate presentation covered the healing techniques used in Ayurvedha to state of the art facilities in the center at Mysore. He has plans to extend the services to other countries by setting up hospitals there.

Theme park:

Iskcon has been granted huge land by Govt near to Kanakapura road to build “theme park”. If you want to experience God, see Him in all forms, even in special effects — thus spoke Iskcon representatives who outlined the attractions and facilities being planned in the theme park. The multimedia presentation movie was as attractive as a movie and was equally professional. The park includes a 4D theater aka iMax, the 4th dimension being vibration of chairs, water sensation for legs, fog creation, smell creation etc. It would play the childhood activities of Krishna. Water sport would accompany some other stories of Krishna with special effects. Sport and relaxation for children, aged people, artistic entry, laser light movie, animated Hiranya Kashipu -the attractions and plans are too many to write down; at the end I felt that the actual is even 10% of what is promised, its worth the wait. I am surely gonna arrange a get-together there!!

To fund their construction (at least by part) they have taken up construction and selling of flats nearby to the said site. An useful intro to that was too present.

Astrology and Advices:

Most interesting speech was next by S K Jain (an astrologer and futurist) who spoke of the “luck” factor that is necessary inspite of all the smartness and hardwork. He also cited many of his achievements as futurist, but most importantly I liked his knowledge of poems and literature. He quoted Sanskrit, Hindi, Kannada quotes and poems just like I use words! He succeeded to tickle the funny bone too! Finally he advocated “Hare rama hare krishna” chanting.

The mad and ugly rush for the free lunch was no surprise considering people had come there following an advt to learn to make crore rupees in a day !!

Postscript:

Each of the above paragraphs is condensed from a 2-3 page article of thoughts, time makes the best editor!

“I observed you were not able to choose and decide!”, lamented the shop keeper lady at a spectacle shop. “I’ll take this”, I had just said, refering to the frame through which I was looking deep into my own eyes in the mirror reflection, holding two sets each in both hands.

I face similar situations sometimes during shopping, sometimes because I realise that more often than not I “wont have a choice”.

I’ve had quite a few choice-less scenarios in my life when I just accept the things offered to me on a platter without even thinking twice about it. And there can never be a choice to regret either! “You have made all your choices!” Oracle enlightened Neo in movie “The Matrix”.

I grumble about the choice-less situations, but choices often land me into great levels of confusion. Choice is always accompanied with advantages/compromises. If those are not clear, there is greater problem. Life is a series of logic gates where you continuously evaluate and decide yes or no, one teacher spoke philosophy in a computer class. “To be or not to be?” Shakespeare could not have put it more aptly.

“Specs is just an analogy/sample“, I wish I could tell her.

naanu I mein aham Je suis Ich bin

My mother tongue is Kannada. So Kannada was the first language I came across with.

My schooling was in English medium. But if you thought I right away started using this foreign language, you are wrong. Not until a headmaster came along, who observed strict rules to make us communicate in English. And what better way than entrust the job to the weakest link (remember- it was decided that I dont deserve to study UKG before 1st standard) in the class to collect the fine from other people if they didn’t obey rules. I dedicated a piggy bank and went around the school collecting the fine Re0.25 everytime anyone fails to communicate in English.Of course I had to evade paying fine. At the end, all this earned me the coveted certificate “Best student for English communication”.

It was then the time to get transfered to a village where English medium was present only upto the class I had already finished. I joined Kannada medium. Here in the first class, they taught “English alphabets”. I had to use the dreaded Kannada script for all subjects and it helped improve the legibility. As soon as I got a bit of hold on purana, rasayana shastra and maggi, we got transferred.

In what was supposed to be English medium school, few shocks awaited me the very first day.

In maths class, I recited maggi in Kannada upto a much higher number than the entire class did in English(tables), I was still punished!

In the first class, we were asked to write Kannada Kagunita to improve the hand writing.

If that was cakewalk for me, I had no idea about a totally alien language - Hindi and an equally frightening teacher. In the first class, I somehow managed to hide my ignorance and shouted the poem in chorus. I actually shouted only one word bandhar hiding my face during other times, only to later learn that I shouted wrong word for ban kar. Before the next class after a week, I had picked enough language to read the text. I later became the most volunteered and fluent reader of Hindi text in the class, sometimes even made up for teacher’s sore throat. Though that effort was not responsible for my topscoring in the language for next 3 years.

Sanskrit, actually Sanskrutam was a choice to score marks,initially. But I was so impressed with its beauty and diversity, rightfully unleashed by one of the most brilliant and talented teachers I have ever met, that I had wished pursuing all degrees in the language and settle as Sanskrit teacher. I didnt fare well in the tests,but my essays were often appreciated.

This was actually the English medium school. I could hardly follow understand first and last word of a sentence spoken in 15 seconds, in between which they seemed to utter as many words as enough for my 1 minute’s writing. My fears to speak English only increased post few embarassing moments. I somehow did manage to pull off the school without communicating much in English.

Pack up and move to Bombay. Choosing to befriend with better of the evils, I started using English, instead of Hindi, for my communication. Similar logic guided me to take French as second language. Though the language didnt attract me to the class, the teacher surely did. The friendly smile she gave when we bunked her class and were caught listening to walkman in the campus, was a good enough coaxing to make us attend her classes. Her voice and accent were so soft that though it didnt help us in the language but it taught us lip reading very effectively.

In what has been my most daring attempt, I handed over some 4 pages (with something scribbled) to a friend. Her response was anything but what I feared. “Ravi, your English is byaaad” with the typical girls’ face and accent when they say “bad”. Time for my enlightment. If my English is any better today (she acknowledged by praising my reviews as “linguistically brilliant”), a part of the praise should be attributed to her. *Proverbial woman* behind man’s success ??

Engineering was quite a relief compared to all these when I enjoyed life with languages of a different kind - Computer languages. This I may write in a separate post.

Training for soft skills - again the very basic English lessons did little help to me.

Working for a company based in Germany does not actually require me to know German/Deutsche. But then, it helps to add one more to my this post. German language class brought all my fun-in-learning memories back. Fun loving nature of our Sir added to his good knowledge made us look forward for the class and provided a deserved break from work.

“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway.” - Mary Kay Ash

Wow…..what an inspiring sentence! For some reason, either the rhyme or the very topic, the sentence kept on ringing in my ears. If the sentence is any right, I want to fly too and I shall. Who doesn’t want to fly ? I was waiting for Dean Kamen’s secret invention IT (code named Ginger) for years hoping that it would be a individual flying transport, until his project became 1 in top 100 embarassing businees moments!! I have the very need to fly to avoid the traffic everyday. And to explore beautiful places all around earth and beyond. Fantasies of flying can go on……

But wait a minute, if the quote is only for inspiration, we have many other stories. Spiderman, Shaktiman. And when did aerodynamics agree that monkey can fly ? Don’t we have our own Hanuman for inspiration, who achieved great feats once he was made to realize his powers.

Since bumble bee does fly, either aerodynamics was wrong /not evolved or the person was ignorant. With all these thoughts formed in the background, I explored the topic on net.

Man, people have been curious like me and have taken the quote (or the myth about it) quite seriously! Web pages have been devoted only to explain or to talk about this.. Simplest explanation (in terms of comparision) comes from Doug Craigen, who says it involves different study of dynamic aerodynamics and suggests the moral lessons to advocate “keep flapping?.

In David Cushman‘s page ,the topic looks at various factors that affect the flying of bees and implications.

Here you can find the interesting insight on how it all started ! McMasters, John H goes on to explain how Jacob Ackeret, a famous supersonic aerodynamicist was thought to be a culprit initially. But later it was found out that Sainte-Lague, a lab assistant of famous entomologist August Magnan was the actual culprit.

A broadcasting company(WBQP tv) uses bee as its “mascot? and explains how the company, like bumble bee, has beaten all odds and rules to succeed!

Books have been written only on bumble bee and the theory.

So much for the bumble bee theory ……my original (childhood) curiosity still remains…can’t man fly, just like he could swim ?

The flyovers (their construction to be precise) have some strange relation with me. The hosur road flyover construction started just when I had started using that stretch of the road. I have probably seen the very first stone used for the construction. The pace of its construction amused me. The change of routes I had to make every another day was perplexing. The number of times I had cursed the construction outnumbered the hardship and delays due to the traffic woes it created. At least for that sake, I should have reaped the benefit of the completed fly over. But then, I changed my route.

Just when I was comfortable with the route to Kormangala through Dairy Circle, the fly over construction began. My route changes continued. Add to it the crawling through a narrow short-cut. This time the construction never seemed to end.

I can say “I did test-ride on all combination of paths under and near the flyover?. And after one year of alternate routes and suffering, the fly over finally opened to the public.

Am I happy now? One of its kind 3 stage project (underpass, flyover and normal), big budget, success story of BDA – all nice adjectives. I don’t intend to take any credit away from the project. But then, after cruising through the wonderful underpass, one needs to break hard the vehicle. It’s a “bottleneck? there!!

Where is the problem? My colleague had once remarked, the flyovers sometimes only shift the traffic jams to a different place. The solution is temporary or incomplete.

This need not be true for all cases. More fly over projects at whopping budget are planned this year. Bangalore’s infrastructure is improving- I am happy! But I continue to take the narrow short-cut, that I used during the construction of fly-over, with reduced crawl.

(This is about my friend’s first visit to a club. Then why is it on my blog ?? Bcoz efforts to convert “a casual conversation during coffee? to “written words? are mine.)

Fresher’s party – the event I had been looking forward to from past one week. It’s a party for freshers of a reputed engg college. I, being a respected alumnus, was invited. Rs 150 – A mug of beer, dance, an intro to juniour girls – what more do I need for an eventful weekend.

So there was I, wearing my favorite funky dress to match the occasion, on time. The atmosphere was dark and smoky. Music was ear shattering. The surrounding would persuade a non-smoker to turn into chain smoker in few minutes. And the wild-dances and other histrionics displayed, though were expected, were disturbing. And there she was, my once darling, avoiding my eye contacts.

I thought, let me gulp down a beer at least. And soon after, without even giving a second look, I literally ran out and away from that place. I didn’t want to return home so soon. I entered town-hall, where as a part of Bengaluru Habba, a classical music concert was going on. The soothing music made me realize my taste. At the least, my taste is NOT ear shattering loud noise. Also, “she? wouldn’t have been *right* in my life.

All the best, freshers! May you learn your lessons soon!

(Hope he finds all his correct destinations in life as soon and easily as possible. –Rk)

Oh my God traffic is so bad …..Wish I didn’t need to travel …BEAT

I have to buy those books. Have to borrow that from her, return this to him…And in between I need to read them…BEAT

She is getting married…..He is seeing her….BEAT

He is changing his company….She is changing her city….BEAT

Need to call up him…..need to mail her….BEAT

That person’s birthday is coming up……Got to see this person’s new bike….BEAT

I better manage my time….the list of “tbd? is growing…But weekend was over just now, will have to wait for the next which will also pass soon…next one and the next one….BEAT

Havent met him…haven’t spoken to her….BEAT

And who is this person who just smiled at me..Oh ! I know him…I didnt even return the smile…BEAT

Appointment with Doc is pending ….and the vehicle servicing….BEAT

Gotto see that movie…..listen to this music…BEAT

That damned code is acting up, deadline is fast approaching…..Tch, this meeting is today…BEAT
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On a scooter, two pillion kids….In their KG classes….
In the best costume- school uniform…Lost in their own world……
See me…With eyes that spell innocence……
Open little mouth to a broad smile…Smile that is most beautiful on earth…
Wave their hands …Say in chorus… “Tata Tata Tata? …B……E…….A………T

After a great deal of research, I stumbled upon a neat book on quotes.

Oxymoronica , a word coined by Dr Mardy Grothe , a psychologist, author of “Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you” , has come up with a book of same name, containing paradoxical wit and wisdom from greatest wordsmiths.

Oxymoronica is a superset and mixture of paradox, oxymoron, chiasmus, as author says. I felt it also encapsulates irony, sarcasm and many other things. Author goes on to define oxymoronicas to convey deeper meaning than they mean superficially. Before I began to read, I wondered about the existence of so many quotes to fill the fat book. But after finishing I now will have to search for normal quotes.

Paradox – A statement that looks false but is nonetheless true(Less is more OR The more the things change the more they remain same-Alphonse Karr)
Oxymoron – Two contradicting terms (pretty ugly)..Oxymoronica is not just contradicting terms, but contradicting ideas (Free love is too expensive-Delvin)
Chiasmus – Reversing the order of words.
First I dream my painting , then I paint my dream –Vincent van Gough

Infact may of all our favorite quotes (and e-mail signatures) could be categorized into one of these groups. Or they are our favorite only because they are oxymoronicas.

Neatly broken into 14 chapters depending on interesting basis like “ancient oxymoronica?(The half is greater than the whole-Greek poet Hesiod) , “political oxymoronica?(“Your greatest enemy is your greatest friend) “oxymoronic advice?(Never take anybody’s advice- George Bernard Shaw), “oxymoronic insults(and few praises)?(she never was really charming till she died-Terence), “oxymoronica on stage? (I just want to be normally insane) and the ultimate “inadvertent oxymoronica?(oxymoronic quotes by accident). Inadvertent oxymoronica, where most of Bush’s quotes are found, is an ideal last chapter of the book. And I stil have my reserves about author’s decision to place many quotes in chapters other than “inadvertent oxymoronica? and vice –versa.

Most often , his definition of oxymoronica – any variety of tantalizing self-contradictory statements or observations that on the surface appear false /silly / illogical, but at a deeper level are true, often profoundly true – fits the quotes.

As suggested on the cover “as addictive as a bowl of peanuts?, it made a fast read. If sometimes I would just laugh loudly at the quotes, other times I would take a break to understand and absorb the inner meaning.

If in an effort to find the oxymoronica meaning in normal quotes, if one succeeds, purpose served is only less (Because “less is more?).

All my best thoughts were stolen by ancients- Emerson

Theatre festival – screamed the posters hung all over the city. With an abstract face painted in bright colors, the publicity by Hutch could not go unnoticed. The interviews of Arundathi Nag and other information by the media could only add to interest among the people.
The bug could not leave me – occasional visitor to theatre – unbitten. Work pressures and other appointments kept me away from it but I finally managed to allot it priority and time on weekend.

Located in the quiet and residential JP Nagar, it is little easier to approach RS compared to heavy traffic ways to other theatres in Blore. Plays are to start at 7:30, but anticipating some rush (weekend), we decided to be there by 6. To our surprise there was a long queue. We were told there were available only 10 tickets and since there was no point standing in queue (as told by security), we tried to explore the place.

The architecture of the building itself adds it to visit-worthy spots of Bangalore. The stone kept at the entrance, interior decoration, lighting, colors all try to imitate the abstract beauty of plays.

There is a bookshop whose shelves are decorated with all kinds of books. It will just be another hangout place for book lover. Spotted cinema related books and other best sellers.

There is a café where one can taste light snacks and sip coffee. What makes it look trendy and different is the homely feel due to unconventional chairs/tables and their placement. Candle lit tables and the surrounding dark atmosphere makes it a right hang-out place for people who love peace.

A platform performance was going on…(a puppet show managed by a single person behind the screen) but my disappointment of having missed the play came in the way of enjoying the performance.

Thanks to good publicity and class performers from all over India associated with this festival, there was a good crowd. Crowd varied from mature old people to MTv isthyle young people. From serious looking faces to time passing couples. From people wearing dull jubba to colorful dresses. All this only added to already vibrant atmosphere. Among the celebrities I spotted were, apart from the very Arundathi Nag, some other TV/Theatre personalities(Mukta,BAB etc)

Shankar Nag:
Rangashankara is erected in tribute to Shankar Nag – one of the most versatile artist India has ever seen. From acting to directing, from theatres to tv/movies, if there was a person whose thoughts were always ahead of his era, it was Shankar. Nick named Karate king, some of his movies had ingredients of popular movie while others had a touch of art cinema. But of all his works, Malgudi Days remains my favorite and is a timeless work liked by all ages. It is only a tragedy and loss of unknown impact that death hugged him in a hurry.
His friend and wife Arundathi set out to put one of his many dreams into reality. Her second child – Rangashankara – is the result of her efforts to create “dedicated space for theatre and theatre related activities?- a dream she shared with Shankar Nag and other friends.
Though it feels nice to imagine Shankar Nag to be breathing all over the place, mind looks out for his presence. There it is – his picture with his hands held high, welcoming us right in the entrance.

With a disappointed heart, we had to depart – having smelt, seen the food, without tasting it. We bid bye with a wish to go there once again, soon.

Coming soon : Rangashankara – Once more.