the significance of Ratamahatta

I was quite a child when this song was released ...and was fascinated when I heard it le premiere temps.

Its a very famous song by the brazilian band sepultura ...and has bazillions of fans . I have often wondered what ratamahatta means but never bothered enough to look it up.. I mean , come on ...its a song in portugese ...who cares to learn the meaning of the whole song ..besides, i will never be able to sing it .

So i was quite surprised to find pages dedicated on quora for the meaning of ratamahatta .....and i realised that its not a word at all in portugese ...It has no meaning ...which is fine

. But then , some dhedhshane ( i cant find a better word, sorry ...please ask your marathi friends what this means) tried to translate it by breaking it into rata ( rat ) and mahataa( again nothing ...so they tried to link this to mahatma gandhi since he is quite a rage in brazil)

So does that mean that the word implies that Gandhi was a rat ? I am sure anti -Gandhi people will totally dig this .

For saner people, guys relax! I am wondering what will happen if Dhinka Chika becomes a world wide rage and people start deciphering the meaning of these two famous words ....

Ufffffffffffffffffffffffffffff  !!!!!!

Read ...what ???

The problem with people like me is .... we get bothered ..but not bothered enough ..

Reading to me is like breathing .... I can't do without it ...like a bibliophage I have to read every single day .
But that dosen't mean I do quality reading like my avant garde friends.I just end up reading whatever I lay my hands on , and it more often than not turns out to be romance/satyr or mystery or macabre .

That's sad..maybe . My friends on smart bitches trashy books (a huge fanpage on facebook) would readily defend my honour, but in my heart I think I should sometimes make that extra effort to read stuff that actually makes sense ...but I think I am a hedonistic kind... I read what wont damage my brain cells by throwing long winded lines and difficult words my way ...and will please my senses by having making me feel  .
At times, surprisingly , this logic fails where I end up fascinated by dark ages langauge ( like some arthurian literature) or stuff by gifted authors like kinsale who make that extra effort to get their writing in sync with the times they are writing about , like middle ages ...but generally its the same trend ...simple writing , fun story and happily ever after.

So this is an appeal to those who read sensible literature ...keeping in mind the stuff I read, can you suggest something I won't end up gagged with ??

One of them feminists ?

" Are you one of them(sic ) feminists ?" He asked .
I didn't reply .

Not because I was at a loss for words. Perhaps because I have never understood the true sense in which this word is used ( or abused ).
If we go by the dictionary meaning , then a feminist is someone who believes in  the equality of sexes. But then , why do most of the modern women shrink in horror when called thusly and retort " I am not a feminist , not in the true sense at least ? "

Coming back to yours truly . I have been through the rabiosa woman phase when I wouldnt apply makeup because I felt it was a symbol of weakness;of bowing down to social dictats that say you have to look pretty to ensnare a guy . Luckily , I am over that for quite some time.

An avant garde friend recently said that feminist is she who loves being a woman . I dont think I love being a woman all the time . Definitely not when I am travelling alone in cities like Delhi .Also not when I realise that even a reed thin guy has more  physical strength than me . Dosen't score well for me , huh ?

Some say a feminist is this sour woman who thinks whatever wrong happens in this world, its only borne by hapless females and its always the guys who are at a fault . I don't think I am this category either. I have seen many a soignee' schemeing women in my life to support that point of view.
What does that make me then ?

That's why I don't reply .

1960s...the pandora's box of spellibinding music

If I were asked to pinpoint a decade of mesmerizing music in hindi cinema, I would undoubtedly point to the 60s. Almost all the songs that I love and adore are from this decade . Songs for all emotions , poignance, fun, humor, happiness, longing as well as songs with spellbinding lyrics in sanskritized hindi or chaste urdu . Songs that speak Indian folklore. Songs that make you wish you were born in that decade to experience them first hand . I have a huge list of favorites , and I shy away from listing them since I am afraid I would miss out on a couple . Here However are a few :-


Ja re ud la re panchi ( Maya )

ja re
Sansar se bhage firte ho (chitralekha)

Mujhe kitna pyar hai tumse (dil tera diwana)

All songs of amrapali

Lag ja gale ( Who kaun thi )

Naina barse ( Who kaun thi )

Chalo ek baar fir se ( Gumraah)

Aaap aaye to khayale( Gumraah)

And so on … I think the songs of 60s are a treasure trove of what is called “Karnapriya “ in Sanskrit .

Compulsive bloggers...take that

 Being five is one of the cutest syndicate cartoon strips I have come across . Whenever I am stressed, all I need to do is go to beingfive.blogspot.com and laugh my heart out :)

Raindrop Tourism ... New Fad catching up?

Last week hubby and I were arguing on where to go for a vacation . When I suggested Goa , he literally rolled on the floor laughing (that's what's ROFLis , isn't it? ). "What ? Who goes to goa in rains? In fact , who goes anywhere in rains? except for trekking perhaps..?"

But I still wanted to go .I love goa , and out of the three times I have been there , two have been during the rains .....and how I've revelled in them !


The deluge engulfs you unawares and before your mind conjures a thought of bringing out an umberella , it stops. The whole city shines in minty fresh emerald green that takes your breath away . The swaying palm trees along the coastline ,dancing to the music of winds. What I love most is getting drenched while scampering around on a beach .


A cloudy beach might not sound fun , but to me it's inviting ...as if it's opening its arms to embrace me ..as if it'a calling me to ride a winter storm.


But these thoughts ,when shared ,bring more criticism.People call me a dreamer .


So yesterday when I read about "raindrop tourism " and realised there are more people around who feel the same .... I was ecstasic. A small number of people are flocking to Goa ,spellbound by the same allure that haunts me . I am still hoping I will convince someone to join me to Goa this monsoon .

The Humiliation of a self-analysed Virago

Virago is not the actual word to define me ...I am loud ...but not ill -tempered. I guess I get loud when I am excited ...which often leaves me humilialted when people tell me to tone down.

It also puts spokes in my I-have-to-be-thouroughly-professional wheel.

Take today for instance. I was chattering away on phone with my BFF when the asset guy came up and said..."can you please shush it down a bit ...your voice resonates in the whole bay ".

Oh ! the humilaition ....the guy sitting next to me started simpering, as if trying hard to stop himself from bursting into laughter .....I felt like murdering both on a gullotine . Why the heck does this have to happen again and again ....why can't I be a soft-spoken sophesticated professional ever in my life???