Sherinia World
A glimpse…a thought!!!

Jan
02

chowki-dhaani

Recently I could make a trip to Chowki Dhaani , which is a well recreated Rajasthani village.It seems “Chowki Dhaani” means a “Fine Hamlet” or some say a Small Village in their local dialect.Living in Pune one should truly visit this place atleast once to experience the warmth of living in a village environment.Located on the Pune-Ahmednagar highway,this place costs an entry fee of Rs.350 for adults while Rs.250 for kids.And if you happen to be working in any of the companies with whom they have a tie-up or so,you can avail a discunt of 6-7% too.

The place opens only by 5 in the evening and we were there right on time.The moment one steps in,you will be welcomed with the traditional tikka on your forehead.The sweet dialect is profounded by the use of ‘Sa’ in the end of sentence. Welcome is connoted as ‘ Aao Sa’ whereas ‘ Baitho Sa’ means please sit down. The language along with the royal attire that the people dress themselves with, is enough to make one really special.

We were welcomed with a refreshing drink of “Jaljeera” ,which was followed by our wandering around the place and photo session as usual.The main attraction of this place is that you are free to do all the things that you would do in a village in Rajasthan.There are games like archery,local form of bowling alley,pulling a tower of glasses down by hitting it by all by much more.

One can also get mehendi designs on your hand for free and have to say she was very fast,even though we didn’t like the designs much.You can also get your pictures taken in the traditional Rajasthani attire.Was a good sight to see many couples dressed up and posing for the pictures with their blushful smiles for looking so different.Throughout the time,one can witness local perfomances like puppet shows,folk music,acrobatics on the rope,with fire,magic tricks and so on.You can also see the “Kalbeliya” dance.It is by the snake charmers community.It seems Kal means snake and beliya means friend,so one can see that the female folks who present this dance have flexible bodies compared to the sleek and flexible bodies of snakes. As the snakes don’t have any bones in them and this is what makes them so flexible in their movements so are the movements of the kalbeliyans. kalbeliyaThey are too excellent in their performances. Spinning around is the main act which they do with all their flexibilities and their speed works on the beats. Its a real must watch performance. We were so thrilled by it, that some of my friends wanted to join them for the dance.But I just coudn’t make my courage to go up the stage before all and do the dance.

One can also indulge in lot of activities like pottery, take a bullock-cart or horse-cart or camel ride.I took the camel ride.Though it was all bumpy, but then had a lot of fun moving around sitting on it.There is also a smaller version of a giant wheel,completely manual and have to say I was a bit scared getting on it.But compared to the fun I had on it,the fear ws nothing.The folk music was also so lively that we couldnt stop ourselves from dancing to its tunes.Everybody, both young and old,played dandiya and danced their best,jumping and swinging to the beats of the dholak and the tradional instruments.

DinnerThe core of Chowki Dhaani is the food.Apart from the chaats they serve and the golas you can eat from the stalls, you have the elaborate dinner at the end of it all.It includes a huge list of Rajasthani delicacies like dal-baati,kadhi,garlic chutney,bajrey ki roti,papad and sweets like halwa and so on.The list goes on.We had to sit on the floor to eat our food and it was truly served in a very authentic manner with the village folks greeting us and asking as if we liked the food.

The whole day of activites left us tired and we rested on a ”khatiya”,a bed made by ropes.Each one of us sang songs and were remenescing the good day we had in this simple yet elegant place.A time where we really got cut off from the hustle and bustle of city life and felt connected to the our basic roots of living,which helps us to be happy with the simple things of life.

On our way back home,once aagin we sang songs,varying from the oldies to the new loud ones like “Main talli ho gayi” and ”Tandoori Nights”,one of my friend’s favorites and which none of us could figure out how.Time passed and our trip was over.But as every trip,this too will be added into memory’s happy moments list.

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Dec
29

“Think of all the beauty that’s still left in and around you, and be happy”,said Anne Frank.

So here I was trying to figure out the beauty in and around me and comes this wonderful Christmas, which truly gave the happiness which u can say many times comes in small packages.

I cannot say I did a lot of things on Christmas but truly it will be remembered for the refreshing feeling its brought in me.Me and my room mates did’nt have special plans as such for Christmas but then it somehow turned out to be a special event.Well to introduce my room mates,will keep it for some other time.We are total 5 of us staying together.All associated with the same boring IT life , and trying to find simple joys apart from our monotonous lives.

So here on 24th night me,Frooti,Gudiya and Sandy thought of spicing up our lives a bit and celebrate it our own simple way.Have to say I didnt do anything as such to organize it though. So back from work, Sandy assigns me the work of blowing balloons and I thought its the least I could do for all the efforts they have put and what a tough job blowing balloons was.I dont remember when was the last time I did it before that evening but have to say it was true tough breath taking  job.But also true that I did improve from where I started.I did end up doing an ok job with few neat cute ones at the end.And there was Frooti’s effort to blow at least 1 balloon right and all the time we just couldn’t stop laughing.

After the decorations, was a surprise from Frooti who got us all Santa caps and then here we go and dress up in red to add flavor to the event.So we, the four Santas laughing our hearts out even at the glimpse of each other cut the cake at sharp 12 followed by our photo session for the memory of this event.

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On 25th,after a lazy day we decided to enjoy the festivities around the place.Walking on the crowded roads of M.G Road was not how any of us planned to enjoy it though.But here we were right in the sea of people,dressed in their bright clothes and their brightest smiles,kids with their Santa caps,sitting on the top of their dad’s shoulders  enjoying their chocolates and ice creams.I guess the gift shops did the most business that day as all were buying the best they could for their loved ones.Admist all the chaos,we the ones with no purpose,roaming around aimlessly felt free among the crowd and were at our crazy best and thats when baby Frooti’s eyes caught the attention of a cute red heart shaped balloon.So she had to get it.The kid in her brought out the kid in me too and I couldnt stop myself from getting a white balloon of the same type.So here both of us with careless abandon were walking around the streets with a balloon tied to our hand and a smile on our lips.I do feel pity for Sandy and  Gudiya though,who had to walk with grown up kids like us but I’m sure they enjoyed it themselves too.

All the walk made us hungry and it was time to listen to the cry of our stomach.The restaurant had a long queue and so with our names on the list,we visited the nearby super market.Not to forget with the gas balloons tied to our hands,much to the entertainment of onlookers but did we care.Never.We were enjoying Christmas…the day to be happy for the way we are for Christ loves us…be free from all our inhibitions and be the way we feel.We also had dinner in the same state and thats when Frooti’s cute red balloon attracted a sweet little girl on the adjacent table.She was troubling her mother for it.But would anyone of us budge.Well not that day atleast.On one side was the pull to make the kid happy by givin her the balloon and another side we were younger than the kid that day at heart.So Frooti somehow tried ignoring the kid troubling her mom.To our joy the kid forgot it soon too and was busy smiling and chatting with her parents again.The fear of losing the ballon still didnt leave Frooti though.After a delicious dinner,she slipped away soon out of the door with the balloon tight in our arms to escape the eye of the kid.We couldnt stop laughing for our own actions later.Tired we returned back  home and relished the time we had  this Christmas where we once again felt the purer self of us as God had created us to be.

At the end of this year all I want to do is thank God for giving me this beautiful year where he taught me to depend more on him than anyone else.Wishing the best for all of you the coming year. May you find the grace to believe in your dreams and achieve it this coming year.Happy New Year!!!!!!!!

Dec
23

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A beautiful song I got hooked recently…really love the music…simple yet lovely

You fill up my sen-ses,
Like a night in a forest.
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain.
Like a storm in the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses,
Come fill me again.
Verse 2:
Come let me love you,
Let me give my life to you.
Let me drown in your laughter,
Let me die in your arms.
Let me lay down beside you,
Let me always be with you.
Come let me love you,
Come love me again.
Verse 3:
(Humming)
Verse4:
Come let me love you,
Let me give my life to you.
Let me drown in your laughter,
Let me die in your arms.
Let me lay down beside you,
Let me always be with you.
Come let me love you,
Come fill me again.

Dec
12

Just came across this poem on the net….Truly a window to the woman’s heart…

 

I Am

I am …woman
A woman
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room …
With eyes not quite of autumn’s gold, and yet
Neither all of summer’s green;
I wonder …
If love is a tale made for children —
A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence —
A honey-coating to help their throats
Choke down the bitter draught …
I hear …
A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,
Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw
Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked,
His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread;
I see …
A woman, proud, uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air — less, even, than the tears
That fall in desolation about her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground …
I want …
A measure of quietude, a certain silence,
The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;
I am
A woman,
hidden …I pretend …
That I can live forever — that Time
Has no puissance but that which I afford Him —
And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking …
I feel …
Too much — too deeply to be directionless,
Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition — only my reflection —
A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;
I touch …
The downy wings of hope, in wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined …
I worry …
That I am alone; that in my longing
I have forsaken all — but oh, what reward,
What smile divine should light the path to freedom —
And how can I but heed the siren’s call?
I cry …
For having too much, for fear of bursting,
And then, when by the pouring of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again
For what was had, and lost;
I am
A woman,
empty …

I understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes, the coat of many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only
To loneliest of grey …
I say
That we are made by life, shaped,
Broken, perhaps — unmade and voided —
But always, the core of us remains, waiting
With only faith, with trust, to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands toward the faded sky,
Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds …
I try …
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds no power;
A gift of giving is merely a day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope …
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling
Wields nothing past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you with only healing …
I am
A woman,
only.

Dec
10

A new beginning for Sherinia

 

So here I am…back after close to 2 years…ok..wondering where I was…well busy with life’s troubles…naaa.actualy had forgotten my id n password n didn’t really bother to remember too …And when today my friend mentioned about the same case  where she got back her blog which she had started 2 years back,it somehow inspired me too to find my dear blog,which I had started with so much inspiration to bring out the great thinker in me out to the world(well thats how I thought then :-))

And so much changed in mean time….Changes from what I thought my life would be after 2 years…life seems completely different…wel guess thats how life is…full of surprises n twists and turns…and thats what adds spice to our boring lives I guess…

So here I am…even now dont’ve much to offer in my blog…but still hope this helps me channelize my thoughts to the best.

Jan
15

bangalore-hebbal-flyover2.jpgHi Hii friends….Wel here i write my first post…i dnt think i can write or anything but then been put into a project…n like the plight of many s/w freshers got to wait 4 maybe 1 month or so to actually start working…n the reason…it seems they dnt’v enof cubicles to accomodate al of us..can u believe it??y do they then recruit so many people..anyways al this means i have lotz f time..n al i cud think of ws 2 start blogging n here i am…

Hope it turns out 2 b a great experience.