Kala Chhaya Presents "Khushboo Lucknowee"

Kala Chhaya shines with a new experimental progressive look . Spaces so uniquely designed for performance and expanding ideas. Kala Chhaya touches upon encouraging all forms of art. So many lines and shapes makes it look like a den of art. Kala Chhaya is perfectly mastered by known Smt.Prabha Marathe for years with experience in kathak.

Only a person of the like of Smt. Prabha Marathe can recite a story so long (katha) with a strong foundation. Kathak is all about stories. Kathak originated from the north India and traveled all over the world with great success.

Marking a new beginning kala chhaya organized kushboo lucknowee. All stalwarts related to the performing art of kathak attended and were felicitated . The great ,Pt. Birju Maharaj from the Maharaj family of dancers attended the cermony. unimaginable was the feeling to express the presence of Pt. Birju Maharaj. When Guru Shri Munnalalji Shukla was asked to speak on the occasion - to our surprise he spoke in Marathi and shared his experience of living in Pune and how Smt. Prabha Marathe affectionately looked after Guruji.

Ku.Shruti Shukla kathak solo progression in different tempo from slow to fast, ending with a dramatic climax. A short danced composition tukra and toda spellbound us. The time-cycle, splitting it into triplets or quintuplets for example, which was marked out by footwork, in counterpoint to the rhythm. Compositions high aurally very interesting when presented in this way.

Kala Chhaya Biradari was up next. Smt. Rashmi Pandkar with a dreamy sequence all in blues recited stories from epics and mythology with elements of dance. The stories so logically and dreamily sequenced lifting feeling to the peak of love and passion. The entire experience very pleasing to the eye.

Jai Kishan Maharaj extremely expressive and naughty performance. Even thou Jai Kishan Maharaj has a bad knee problem, performed so well. His foot work his expressions his body movements stumped us and we were left with no words.

Deepak Maharaj breaking the time with varies combinations and progression making us wait in space. His magical smile a new age feel changed the temperature around. With all due respect he also mentioned stealing concepts from Pt. Birju Maharaj.

Pt. Birju Maharaj speaking to us on corruption in today’s style of dance and how musicians should be respected and treated with respect rather then begging for work. Awards don’t matter it’s the matter of giving rather the taking. Its all gods work. How many of us really can think this way now i wonder. Pt. Birju Maharaj also requesting the new generation to take all forms of art forward. Pt. Birju Maharaj mentioned his experience with Pt. Bhimsen Joshi jamming up late till early hours of a new dawn. Singing a Marathi geet with a smooth silky voice so deep so out of this world ending the night. I wished it lasted a life time. Please do visit http://www.birjumaharaj-kalashram.com/ for more information.

Kala Chhaya the space to restore art and values lives to it!

As I Progress to 2009...

2009 is the progressive year. Filled with dark off time long stories. As the temperature varies I will to. I would be grooving to slow dark grooves and tripping off time. Working on a band called tool fighting against the system will break me into a different dimension of sound. Following the path of darkness and leading to light with Latin feel. Not limiting my passion to a person and letting it travel in space to keep running to explore the sounds. Letting my brain off at places which makes me relax and explore thoughts. Company matters none. Drive will be the story of our life. Working on virtual stories which can be searched for. Working on truth which will turn grey in time. Exploring the already existing systems and breaking it open. Exploring the sounds of a band and traveling for days to come.

Transporter 3

Colourless Ocean being cut by a large cargo ship sometime late evening. As two orange dressed curious fellows explore the base of the ship, end up in a death trap and are thrown of the ship. As the ship hit the port with a flash an Audi rolls out of the ship and hits a police chase. Some people are busy fishing. Private jets fly in with corporate blues and stiff necks mafia all to pollute the environment and spread disease. Trees to save and industrialist to disappoint says the good minister. As the confidential envelope on the ministers table changes his outlook on environment and his decision. Sadly his daughter is kidnapped.
After eating a lavish fishy dinner changing channels an Audi car breaks thru dividing the house and the person (driver). Who is this person on the driver’s seat who broke into my house and he finds out that’s his friend. He is hooked on to the car cant leave then car and sure enough as he leaves the car, he explodes to pieces. The only chance he has is to be on the driver seat replacing his dead friend. Appointing a new driver getting him tied by the wristband to get locked in with the job for ever IS THE GAME PLAN. He has to drive his car, which is not his exactly his but is controlled by the mafia to deliver goods. All so stylish from outside but the inner self has no clue why they are heading to Budapest. Breaking few rules the transporter still travels with a Russian women as passenger. Names are exchanged with no feelings.
As the minister reviews contracts for passing eight ships and also buying time to sign in. meanwhile police investigation in progress analysing licence plates at shoot out locations. Driving and trying to talk about simple things in the complicated life they carry on. As they drive off course trying to get there wristband disconnected and also time to prove how professionals work but they fail. They arrive at Budapest waiting to meet the chief don. Don fires him and wants him to die as the job is not properly executed but never the less he wins to stay on.
Carrying a Russian girl with two baggages in the dickey is all too scary and uncertain. Trying to guide the police by using a laptop and satellite images to get to the right location where the mafia resides. Russians are doom and gloom and less positive they pass remarks at each other for kicks. Taking some pills and bouncing on some rap they fill in some gas. As they get chased by some other forces they drive fast as hell trying to win the race of death. Wining the race he finds out all this time the package to be delivered was the women in the car and she was kidnapped. She turned out to be the ministered daughter. Now we are getting to the real story all this is linked to the minister signing the contract which is getting delayed.
Lost in the mountain with some romantic moments things get hotter. Getting back on road and the radar of the mafia the route is changed. As they arrive to the dead end at a bridge its time to hand over the Russian women to the don. Letting the women go the driver not giving up drives his car over the bridge into the river. Surviving the underwater tragedy the driver makes it to the surface informing the police. Meanwhile the kidnapper’s mafia get into a train along with the Russian women speaking to her dad the minister for assurance.
Driver restarts his fully drenched Audi car and heads to catch the mafia who are in the train. Minister gets ready to sign the contract. The driver jumps his car into the train attacking the mafia gang all by himself. He gets hold of the chief don and kills him personally to end his kingdom. While Minister signing the papers for the eight ships with deadly substance to pass by feels lost. He gets a call daughter is safe with relief he tiers the paper and throws it away. The game is lost all ships are caught. The driver and the Russian women get along and are still fishing…

Confession of a Bald man

Visiting a barber has always been a forceful activity for me. For the past 8 years I hardly have any hair left. My hair grows in patches and is scattered like wild grass.
There are picnic spots at prominent places. My head in a shape of a buttock comes out and looks abstract. My barber looks at me and goes for a zero machine man that hurts. He always suggests me to shave it off. My hair is what I am. I am unruly, wild unkept person. My hair has always been a big supporter of my nature. During my work and important meetings my hair has always stayed tight. For my creative work it’s always stood up for it. My mother a big supporter of positions has always wanted my hair to be positioned in a way. Hair is supposed to be social and not personal. After a certain point of socializing my hair accepts people and moulds its style. Mostly by looking at the hair one can judge the moods of a person. Let me confess my hair is moody. During my drumming sessions my hair really grooves and parts away. My morning sessions with my hair are like watering my garden. A splash of water and light brush it gets going. My garden is very small and has many pathways including bumps. My hair are few and I respect them and they respect me. After the barber shaves my hair I feel I have lost a lot like losing my identity. My hair all fallen to the floor looks at me and reminds me of the times we had together. Anyways there is always time for the new. As I grow older my expectation of hair reduces. I have come to an understanding my years of friendship with Mr. Hair is coming to a end.
Good bye Mr. Hair
My Best Friend For years!

Is The Fun Really Fair

Why do school fun fare feel exhaustive? Firstly as a parent we all want our children to enjoy. The concept of fun fare starts of at least a month before it kicks off. And on the day we all are so excited that half our energy vanishes. So most parent look tried. Also the child in them is lost. To feel the energy of a small child is not possible for so called adult parent. Taking it as a job reduces to a job list. Whenever we participate as parents in a fun fare there is an uneasy feeling to not communicate and to hold on to it. All parents standing tall with ego. Some overexcited to prove the point. Relaxing and observing is far better then running in cycles. Parents meet and introduce each other as if they need to take the relationship backward. Small children hold hands run across the fare eat cakes drink juices play games with no feeling of getting it analyzed. They enjoy the moment and let the moment happen. We are so busy analyzing the moment and the moment passes by. It’s a fun fare let the children guide you. Teachers also parents want to get it over with rather then hold on to it. The juices the food has to get more interesting and tasty for the children not for the parents. As parents lets all meet like children once in a while to explore our forgotten innocence.
Happy Parenting!

For Men That Cook

“I was 40 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.” We live in a society which is conditioned for men not cooking. A kitchen is kept far away from us by our mothers. Men are privileged and women are supposed to cook for them and feed them even if they don’t do much. My wife and mom cook very well and they sure need a break. Come on Indian complete macho man we need to get practical. We have the ability to cook as good as any women around. So many times I went out for dinner’s but never had a clue what the hell I am eating. I had no opinion no thought on food.
The day that changed it all for me was when our family had a bet on who is the best cook around. I decided to try my hand on it. I logged on to http://www.youtube.com/ and gave a search for how to make butter chicken and bang I got hooked on to http://www.vahrehvah.com/ You tube video. The video demonstrates simple and straight explanation on butter chicken recipe. Technology is there to help us cook better follow step by step video instructions and in no time your dish is ready. Off course I had no clue on what’s a coriander powder, garlic paste, popy seeds all a mystery. I requested my wife and mom to help me out. The taste was not bad everyone at home appreciated it. That’s when my confidence went up and tried my had on chicken masala, French toast, chicken tikka, chicken lollipop, chicken noodles, paneer butter masala, chicken fried rice and chilly chicken.
To my surprise my family looks at me in a different way now. My father told me if you keep cooking I would call you a maharaj. My wife pats my back and tells everyone my husband can cook. My daughter looks at me while cooking these dishes with all praises. My mother waits for my dishes and really eats it well. I feel so lucky to be doing this. To be a professional cook is tough to be a family cook is fun. I can’t waste my time writing anymore I need to start cooking. Good cooking: it can be tasted, but not explained....
Goodnight!

Babylon A.D

It all starts with the planet earth so blue yet so dark. As we all zoom in to where the action happens it’s all the matter of survivors. To kill or to get killed. We all are going to face death can we walk away from it. It’s the matter of choice. It’s all about deep dark techno sound of death and the ugly statue of liberty. The dark rainy days as we all wait for disaster to happen. Guns and missiles for the taking. Fighting to eat and craving for meat. Living with destruction. Trying to eat and trying to pray when all the hell breaks thru. We live with security alarms and infra red laser rays. We are the targets and the prey. We need two things to survive balls and words do we have it. Everything is personal. Tanks are our pubic transport. No friends no family no future .our identity all embedded in our blood stream for instant DNA test. Thinking twice before getting into a deal. Its cold the skies are always dark and the sun never rises. Holy places are hard to find as the devil takes over. Every step is always a deal and an agreement. Is there a perfect world. World with a touch screen as we browse along.
Life is a tunnel looking out for light. There are guns all over and never enough fire power. In the real world there is no place for the weak. We will be able to sense disaster so trust your instincts. We will always be located and targeted. There will be fake hybrid animals just like tigers. Bomb blast a regular affair so life carries on. Organic machines made by man. Like refugee in our own country. Cage fights the only source of entertainment left for us. Meeting lost souls will be common. The ice will break lose to save lives and the cause of death. Trust will be rare. We all will get pleasure out of pain. All good times a dream. A missile can target a person with is embedded identity madness. Memories refreshed even after death all stored in databases. Super computer our official mother. Never die with your eyes open your brain records more then needed. Designing our own children and fighting for it .the end has nothing really left to protect each other.

Alandi The Last Wish

My grandmother’s first death anniversary and we all decided to visit alandi. Alandi is where Saint Dnyaneshwar, after translating the Bhagavad-Gita into Marathi attained samādhi in a cave. We all where so excited as we wanted to fulfill my grandmother’s last wish to visit alandi. She also wanted to donate a book which she had written. All along the way we could see army land and army training schools. We all need to pass thru the heavy protected land before reaching the holy land of Saint Dnyaneshwar. Roads look narrow but expand on the way to heaven. Caste and creed matter none on the way to the temple. The best way to visit alandi is to drop your ego and fill yourself with pure love. Which is asking for too much in today’s world of hate. One should not plan one should not set a goals and just let it flow. Please do not have expectations about the place as we all know how the lotus grows in dirty pond.

All along the way we saw different farm houses for people to relax and eat. Even my cousin got married in this holy place amazing. So many old trees along the way stand tall as if they are inviting you. People in alandi are very simple and have no issues of modern world. Yes they do find ways of making money from visitors cant blame them they need money to run such a holy place and a family.

Temple complex has been built near the spot of Sant Dnyaneshwar's samadhi. It is visited by thousands of pilgrims, and in particular, those of the Varkari. Houses are simple and hearty. One would find stone and marble roady works on the way. New townships and individual projects are emerging. Farmers also working hard for growing pure maze.

Alandi town has everything one needs to survive. From metal shops, juice bars, variety stores, teal stalls & restaurants. A small lane leading to the temple filled with small shops with flowers, sweets, toys & bangles. I saw many airtel hoarding in alandi. Even politician publicize themselves next to Saint Dnyaneshwar very funny. I could see many kalnirnay calendars all over. We also picked up few key chains and necklaces for few friends of ours. An amazing shop filled with Sant Dnyaneshwar's photos made us wait and watch. We had to wait for about forty minutes to get a glimpse of Sant Dnyaneshwar's but the wait was worth while. I felt extremely calm and quite. We all felt so satisfied and uplifted. On our way back we had a heavy lunch with loads of fun. My father looked up at the sky passively for his mother’s soul to rest in peace...

Three cheers to Alandi Hip Hip Hurray!

Take A Curve

As we entered the narrow lanes of ABC farms in Koregaon Park we felt uneasy and our thoughts moving fast with excitement. Fusion Gig at curve a very cool and clam place. Hearing santoor as we entered curve. Curve quite like soul and sure for a takeoff in time. Very wooden and candles placed all over. The wooden brown with flames of love all over. A very mellow and lightly dim place. The fusion of western and classical ambience all over. As nilesh and kunal played some santoori blues. Many Indian, Americans, Iranians filled curve, a very inter-national movement. Pedro on drums played a solo with a triplet feel and nilesh ripped it with him on tabla. The trio sounded amazing. The drum sounding a pitch lower then the tabla was so bitty. November classic flowed like mad. Rebecca an American at the show was so amazed that she could not hold on to the chair. Visitors pulling out there cameras and clicking like never before. Even closed black door of bars opened. I freak out on nilesh and Pedro jugalbandi so interesting so challenging. Off course some parts got boring but it’s understood. With two bottles of beer down I could listen to folded hands even better. Even a small child of age five grooved on. The show ended with a composition called sunset much to the situation. As they all fused the night turned darker for all of us to say goodbye..

Aundh Pune Gets Real

Aundh has really developed so much in a short period of time I can’t believe it.
The roads are broad. Dividers look greener and the skylines look brighter. So many
Eucalyptus trees all around wow. Roads rock steady as ever for a smooth ride of joy. The food malls and shopping malls have an uneasy buzz and tons of people and promotions all around. The crossword, pizza hut, bonsai, placed right in the center of aundh. Luxuries cars all over parked like dinky cars so elegant .Tons of hoarding all over promoting aundh real estate. Aundh has many IT hubs and Commercial hubs placed all over. Not to forget the mom and dad shops around. Read the complete article here...

ExpressionS The Warrior

Starting of way back in 1998 having lost everything and nothing to lose anymore my close friend sarika now my dear wife calls up and says “hey lets make websites”. I knew nothing about all this. Sarika had been working on it for quite sometime on web designing. So we decided to meet up at Pune University with ten bucks in hand and some groundnuts to eat on. Like a lost artist holding on to Kandinsky’s book on small pleasures walked along with sarika. Not knowing where we are what to do we sat and dreamt of a wonderful life ahead of us. So we expressed our feelings to each other and the idea of expressions came together. So we decided to visit few known builders of pune and request them to help us start of expressions by designing there websites.My father came forward and offered us to buy us a computer wow that was great gesture...We started designing few websites on frontpage 98. With all trial and error method we managed to make websites. Our initial work place rocked. We occupied a small part of a marriage bureau for about two years. Learning to work as a team with just one computer is amazing. A very close friend of us sandeep joined in with his expert ideas. He guided us in all fronts of business management. In short period time we started of with http://www.punerealestate.com/ and http://www.hindumarriage.com/ both are popular websites as of today. Sandeep on the backend and sarika lead us from the front and all went very well... sarika still leads expressions from the front and she is very successful. With zero bank loans we could still reinvest in our company and for ourselves.
One day we decided we need real objects that fly so we purchased a few birds. If I am not mistaken our first bird was tuti so cute so wonderful... then the number of birds grew to 200. sarika and sandeep made a cage with there own hands ..
We had a cat called greyu so giving I cant imagine. We even ploughed our backyards and grew vegetables. All this is so rooted with expressions. We even made an easel for painting pictures we dreamt and thought of Van Gogh, Dali and many more. Our clients have grown and multiplied in time. We have seen the dotcom boom to the burst and now recession. We have gone thru the cycle of pleasure and pain. We had our own share of ups and downs. I even had a cycle with all my website names mentioned on it. I would like to thank so many people and clients who helped up grow. Presently we are working with so many clients who never question us. With Expressions we could express ourselves to music, be a part of the animal kingdom, nature, technology, people, art, dance, its endless... the journey from frontpage 98 to dreamweaver cs4 has been absorbing.
I would like to thank mostly expressions for all he has given us.
We salute you sir! ..
Your most loving and most trusted friend’s sarika, sandeep and randhir.

Uday X Agni is back and Rocking

Uday is back and with full force. Uday X Agni the band that rocked the nation for at least a decade is back with fresh and rocking band called udays zone of time. Udays with his powerful vocals, his crazy whacky stage presence and his act of stony death sound will freak us out. We really don’t know what to expect out of uday he always has an ability to pull out something out of the hat.
Uday's garden of sound fills us with Birds that fly the dogs that bite, the skies that flash, the grass that smoke. As I heard them thrash out gasoline, black dog, brownstone and powerslave I could feel the sound represents many years and many years to come. The guitar sounds are freshly toned. The bass has a funky tone to it. Drums are clean, steady and tight. A five piece band from all parts of our country is all set to rock. They have everything a rock band needs…

Udays zone of time covers audioslave, iron maiden, ledzep, gnr, stp, santana the list goes on and on and not to forget there originals. With uday in his studio in pune we covered issues on life and death, drugs, power struggle, terror, profession suicide, recessions and many more topics. He mentioned it’s very important to be honest to his audience and pass on the right message. He seemed to be much more composed and relaxed to his approach to a band as of today. His thoughts are simple and straight.
Udays zone of time >>>
Uday on vocals
Niranjan and karan on guitar
Sriwatt on bass
Randy on drums

For Live Gigs get in touch with Uday @ 9881254664

Ooo My God!

A blues gig at o hotel pune turned out to be a starry night.
As I parked the car in front of a lavish new hotel in pune called the o hotel.
Extremely expensive a hole in the pocket kind. walking thru the entrance of the hotel and experience the international visitors. Everything was iron cold. The floor so clean so corporate. The sound of my shoes gave me jitters.
Gig was on the roof top. Excited to reach the top I loaded my camera. walking in I heard this cool bluesy breeze come right thru. As I approached the band the hotel manager shouts out to reduce the sound so funny. Crowd was so stiff and inspirited. Blues can’t be played in such places for the rich and comfortable. Blues is all about the bad times. I really appreciate the band they put in all they could. The unfortunate part is these are the only joints that pays the musicians. All I would request is for people to give musicians an ear and for god sake stop eating... ooo my god...

Ashu live

Ashu live at ZAFRAAN pune. The place just did not fit the band profile. For a band with such high profile artist it sucked. We could hardly view the band. We even heard they had to cut down on sound. zafraan even made us wait for an hour ooooo man this is not on. Anyways I don’t want to waste time describing the place everything and anything in zafraan gave me a bad feeling..
When the band started of at around 9.45 pm. We jumped up and ran towards the band. I don’t want to brand the band with a type of sound or genre. We felt so spacey. A trip we can’t forget. I enjoyed the clean tone and feeling of rising grooves. The bass and drums locked so hard and of been rooted. Vocals been so distanced so pure so far way it’s like travelling all over with no sense of destination. We echoed on the electric sound. Visuals made us see, feel and concentrate and got all our senses activated and we could even taste the band. Ashus live kept it alive.. Don’t even miss a chance to see them live …
Ashu live with
Drums -Lindsay Backup
Vocals-Caralisa & VivianBass
guitar - Sonu, JD
Guitar – Dhruv, Sanjay Divecha
For more details on gigs check out http://ashulive.com or http://drummingworld.com/ashulive/index.html

Spanish Salads

kunal, Nilesh and Pedro all fold hands… Kunal trying effects by connecting a guitar processor to his santoor the after effects of tradition …nilesh with is deep sense on tabla and the groove starts of with an alaap... for about 10 mins... the deep valley sounds of kunal reaches a tuning stage on santoor. Tuning a santoor is hell of a job. Pedro overlooks kunal with anticipation. And his hot rod waiting to be played on his snare. kunal is on leads. The Takeoff is wonderful with great soft to high melodies and the 32nd fills. The composition talks of freedom of life with no barriers and the daily life link and the experience of walking thru the unplanned lanes in pune. the composition lasted for 15 mins.
Next part of the trio moves on with nilesh with few measures of solo followed by memories of love and soft brush and snare work so smooth like klimts painting on weaved love. So beautiful is life when we fuse and fall in love. The tempo moves a notch high and the able support so crucial. Then comes in the lagi the anxiety of life for the love ones. The climax is so wonderful to reach another level. An explanation to the evolving self , expression of self.. a sudden 5/8 breaks reminds me of the odd breaks in life. All this ends and a new life starts.
Then comes in the change in raga followed with tabla and drum sound. Pedro roots are not Indian but he is so involved he is hitting the right points so elegantly. Pedro searching for Latin space in Indian grooves. Nilesh rock steady as ever … As they Search and browsing thru different ragas. Next composition sounded progressive in nature.. Very futuristic in nature.

Artbeat

I received an invitation for Heartbeats from Pedro, a percussion player from Chile, here in India to learn the tabla. I was not too keen as I had already seen and heard Shakti a few years back. Also was feeling a bit lazy due to the cold weather, and had the concert been at a walking distance I would have definitely gone for it. But then, what the deuce, I decided to go, and I would like to thank Pedro for his invitation.
Heartbeats - the concert was held at Law college ground on December 6, 2008. The terror attack in Mumbai and the recession were at the back of my mind and I really did not feel very enthusiastic about the concert, unlike a few years ago. The concert ground was huge, and was full of chairs with thousands of people. I felt lost and could hardly see the artists; they were distant miniatures that one could only guess at.
All I could do was to look at the small display screen to figure out who the artists were – Zakir, Taufique, U Srinivas, Shankar Mahadevan, and Selvaganesh. The initial wait turned to excitement as an announcement was made about their appearance on stage. Zakir spoke about the terror attack on Mumbai and there was a minute’s silence for all those who had lost their lives in that horrible act of terror.
The concert started with a blast: all of them came together and it sounded amazing. The melody and grooves were funky and Indian, timed to perfection and it fused like mad. Then came the jam which sounded like a 9/4 which then went into an 8/4; very Bollywoodish. Somehow I don’t prefer jams in a concert as they say nothing much and I really trip on compositions which have a structure.Then came the Taufique and U Srinivas jam. U Srinivas was in a different league; he was way beyond the rest, with deep dynamics and a sonorous tone from his electric mandolin. The Taufique solo was a complete crowd pleaser and the crowd was thrilled.
After a long wait the entire band came together again. This was followed by a Selvaganesh solo. Selvaganesh is a percussionist in the Carnatic tradition and is the leading Kanjira (or south Indian frame drum) player of his generation. He is also the son of the legendary Vikku Vinayakram, the master ghatam player. His displacement of beats was amazing. Zakir’s solo was outstanding: his polyrhythmic feel, time signatures, the 64th note on one hand with a feel of quarter note pulse on the other, was just something that cannot be described. The show ended with a much wanted call for unity.
Overall I have a mixed feeling about the concert. I did have enough but had expected more...
Do visit http://drummingworld.com/heartbeats_article.html

India Under Attack

Nov 26 at 9.30 pm the news flashed firing in Mumbai CST it occurred to me as gang war stuff nothing serious. But as I heard these whacked out senseless men entered into taj and oberoi hotel in Mumbai I could not believe it been completely shell shocked and nervous. I felt failed and impotent to a great extend. As the number of dead increased form 20 to 200 it’s like a score board live on TV. The news reporters went all out every news channel picturised it in a new angle. TV channels had debates Conversations, public talks, talk shows, so many view points. I stood still like a stone to shocked to have a point to this pointless act of terror.

As the army, navy & air force came into action I wondered where all this is leading to. Coming from a small town in India all this is like an action movie. The images on the television are so strong that I can’t forget it. I felt dead myself and a dead cant talk to the dead. Ashok Kamete who was targeted by these ugly men of terror happened to be my wife’s friend. We both could not believe this could happen. The reality is it’s happened and we can’t do a dam about it. Our politicians are so corrupt that there thoughts don’t make them think wise and right.

As a common man I feel we need to take action get to the source and destroy it.
But will this solve the problem. I have a feeling the problem is bigger then us.
I don’t understand what’s good any more. The dead cannot heal the dead.
I feel I live between scares between insecurities. All I can say is we all are victims to our own creations. The time is near when world largest democratic leader and world largest terrocratic head will have a round table discussion for peace …

Talegaon Blues

Talegaon has changed so dramatically in about 5 years . The roads are better. Structures look more modern. Streets look more planned. I could see and feel a very healthy fresh movement and the investments are high. People are investing in bungalows, lavish flats, and townships. Very soon it’s going to be the first home and the not the much talked about second home concept. The growth is so Hugh it’s going to be a mini metro in no time.

Mumbai pune expressway just 7 km away. A railway track passing thru. An international airport just 30 kms away from talegaon what more can one expect to see growth in time. One with a vision must jump in and invest.

The trip to talegaon midc is so amazing. Hugh four lane cemented steady roads.
Frankly I did not feel so corporate and formal ever. The drive is so amazing clear skylines we could see the housing development on one side and floriculture park approaching right ahead. we crossed lands which are so untapped so new so fresh to be explored. As we reached the midc floriculture park all so green and vibrant .I could see the manufacturing companies approach the likes of general motors India,L&T, Tengl, posco-ppc . The power supply looked ample , communication tower stand tall . and least not to forget the food is excellent out of the world . And hey the talegaon curries are waiting to be explored …….

Take a free ride across talegaon all u have to do is drive on ……

take a look at http://www.talegaonrealestate.com/