I’d Rather Be, II.

My friend Nat surprised me with this song in response to my LBC Post I’d Rather Be. I had never heard this song before and it resonates. I am sure that my readers will enjoy listening to this too.

I have seen another sky
I have climbed another tree
I have wished another star,
above another star lit sea

Another me lives another life,
I’ve always dreamed
Another me exists somewhere
Why can’t I live that life there?
Please let me be … the other me

And I have seen another sunrise,
and another lightning storm
I’m not just the me you see
You see another me was born

Another me lives another life,
I’ve always dreamed
Another me exists somewhere
Why can’t I live that life there?
Please let me be … the other me

Somewhere I’m happy
I’m smiled at understood
In another Place I lift my face,
not hide it in a hood

I have seen another sky
I have climbed another tree
I have wished another star,
above another star lit sea

Somewhere I’m happy
I’m smiled at understood
In another Place I lift my face,
not hide it in a hood

I have loved another love,
in another place like this
I’ve been held and felt so safe
Oh yes, I’ve kissed another kiss

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I’d Rather Be.

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“The man I am greets mournfully, the man I might have been.”
~ Hebbel

I can think of two possible ways to close that statement;
I’d rather be at……….. instead of where I am now.
I’d rather be …………. instead of the person that I am now.

To both I would have to say No. I am very comfortable exactly where I am now and I am very comfortable in my own skin in my current situation and have no desire whatsoever to be somebody different.

The two quite popular wishes usually arise from a dissatisfaction with one’s past. Usually one who is still young and wanting. One wishes for a future that should be different and preferably with other locations, people, employment, health etc. Having reached the proverbial three score and ten quite comfortably, albeit with some replaced spare parts giving some trouble on and off, I am very pleased with myself for having reached where I am now and also very happy with all that I have in my life and do not miss anything for which I crave.

And I am grateful.

Like most Indians my daily prayer includes this bit which is from my heart and sincere.

“Anayasena maranam |
Vina dainyena jivanam ||
Dehi me krpaya shambo |
Tvayi bhaktimacancalam.”||

( “A life without poverty and an end that is without hardship for me and those around me. This is all I ask of you, Shambo and unswerving devotion for you.”)

This brings me to the following quotation which is apt for this post.

“The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few diary notes on the back. He can reflect with pride and joy on all the richness set down in these notes, on all the life he has already lived to the fullest. What will it matter to him if he notices that he is growing old? Has he any reason to envy the young people whom he sees, or wax nostalgic over his own lost youth? What reasons has he to envy a young person? For the possibilities that a young person has, the future which is in store for him?

No, thank you,’ he will think. ‘Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. These sufferings are even the things of which I am most proud, although these are things which cannot inspire envy.’ ”

~ Viktor Frankl.

This topic was suggested by Shackman, for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where currently nine of us write on the same topic every Friday.  I hope that you enjoyed my contribution to that effort.  The seven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaLin, Maxi, Padmum, Pravin,  Shackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!

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Dil Dhadakne Do.

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Another entertaining but rather tiring afternoon in good company watching a movie almost three hours in running time plus another 40 minutes of ads, trailers etc. For all that, it was enjoyable and the post movie chaat session at the food court in the mall was icing on the cake.

The movie is almost entirely shot on a cruise ship but most of the action has little to offer in terms of sharing what a cruise ship can offer. Seeing Istanbul on the screen took me back to my two visits there in the late nineties and that too was part of the enjoyment.

Dil Dhadakne Do, meaning, Let The Heart Beat revolves around relationships at various levels and all portrayed with sensitivity and brutal honesty. Husband and wife, young man and woman, business rivals, employer / employee, siblings, and so on all packed into a very believable story, all cumulating to a rather impossible climax but for Bollywood standards, very possible. I kept thinking about how better editing could have reduced the viewing time, and could not come up with even one scene which could have been eliminated.

Big, new and some rather new Bollywood names and faces bring the story alive and impossible situations are brought alive realistically by some excellent direction.

Throw in a dog to add a bit of masala, and you have someone like me drooling!

If you can spend almost three hours viewing time plus other inside theater time of about 40 minutes, you can invest that in watching this film to which I give rating.

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A Remarkable Surprise.

Fellow LBC blogger Lin who blogs at Dun-Na-Sead came up with this remarkable piece of writing as comments on my blog Have A Bit Of Fun and it gives me great pleasure to share it with my readers who may not get to see her comments.

The Rosy dawn had barely aRRived , when Ramana called his faithful Racoon Ranjan from his lair under the Red maple tree.
Come Ranjan, we must be off.
Ranjan affectionately cuffed his wife Ramani, called Muffin, goodbye, and waddled out of his den.
They were off on another adventure.
Watching them, Ramana smiled.
And attaching Ranjan’s Royal blue lead, Ramana starting packing his Rucksack:
Some Rum, some cold biRyani, and a package of top raman noodles, (they would save the Rasam for their supper)
With foresight, he added a copy of Rapunzel, Ranjan’s favorite, and of Run Lola Run, in case someone had a DVD player when they arrived.
And of course a round-necked T-shirt, in case of the cold.
And set out for the home of their friend, a roust-about in the circus in Rajnandgaon.
Then he added Ranjan’s Rubber mat from the bathroom, closed his rucksack, tied Ranjan’s lead to it, and sat Ranjan on the top, ready for departure.
Oh, the many adventuRes they would have along the way:
the wild Road hogs of Rajnapur,
the Raging falls of eRR, that carried the unwaRy to their deaths.
But that is another stoRy.
In the end, Ranjan could think only of his wife,
And Ramana’s Rheumatism started acting up,
And he could only think of the joy of his Recliner chair.
And when the Rain started,
And Ranjan climbed on Ramana’s head, and refused to come down, Ramana thought: “this is surely a most learned and wise Racoon, who is most Rightly showing me the coRRect course of action.”
And affectionately shouting “You Rascal”, he coaxed Ranjan into his seat on the top of the Rucksack,
for their Return
to the comfoRtable abode in Pune.

My son Ranjan, an only child for those who do not know, is equally zapped and joins me in complimenting Lin on this very unusual and interesting piece of writing. I call him and his lovely wife Manjiree my children.

I just wish to add a quotation from Phyllis Diller.

“I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford.
Then I want to move in with them.”

Lin, I have moved in with my children. Actually, they did not have a choice in the matter. For quite how long they will tolerate me is yet to be seen.

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I Am Levitating!

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Why? I got an autographed copy of my sister Padmini’s recently published book with this inscription.

“Dearest Ramana, My Brother, My Guru, My Safe Haven. With Love.”

sister

I laugh

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Foster Home Update.

Jordan has been on the mend and has made very rapid progress with the attention paid by Manjiree and her veterinarian friend. Proper medication and diet has built him up to be able to manage himself quite well.

Jordan was adopted today by a very kind gentleman as a treat for himself and his wife of forty years to celebrate their 40th Wedding Anniversary today.

They already have three Great Danes in their farm house and as such, wish to add to their family of GDs. While parting was painful for Manjiree, Jordan seemed quite content to go off, in the company of a lady GD in their car who had come to give him company.

Chutki is delighted to be the empress of all that she surveys once again and has spent more time downstairs this afternoon than she did the entire last one week.

Manjiree, Ranjan and I are of course relieved that he has found a good home with lots of space to suit his size.

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Road Hogs.

If you want to see real road hogs in action, you have to come to India. Motorists will drive between two lanes, will drive slowly on the fast lane and fast on the slow lane and heavy vehicles will insist on driving on the fast overtaking lane forcing other faster moving vehicles to overtake from the wrong lane.

Road accidents have earned India a dubious distinction. With over 130,000 deaths annually, the country has overtaken China and now has the worst road traffic accident rate worldwide. And most of these accidents happen because our drivers either are ignorant about rules or simply ignore them. Right on top of such ignoramuses will be road hogs who also ensure that the new phenomenon of road rage keeps increasing.

Road hogs are my bete noires and my son Ranjan keeps advising me to hire professional drivers when I take the car out rather than drive myself because he fears that I will go into road rage and get into trouble. So, one of my pleasures, going on long drives is now something to look forward to but not indulge in.

This topic was suggested by Padmum, for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where currently nine of us write on the same topic every Friday.  I hope that you enjoyed my contribution to that effort.  The seven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaLin, Maxi, Padmum, Pravin,  Shackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!

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Have A Bit Of Fun.

Try this for fun.
Every answer must start with the first letter of your first name:
First name: Ramana
An animal: Racoon
A girl’s name: Ranjani
A boys name: Ranjan
A colour: Royal Blue
A place: Rajnandgaon
A book: Rapunzel
A movie: Run Lola Run
A drink: Rum
A precious stone: Ruby
A type of food: Rasam
An occupation: Roustabout
An illness: Rheumatism
An emotion: Rage
Something you wear: Roundneck T-shirt
A piece of furniture: Recliner chair
Something in the bathroom: Rubber mat
A reason to be late: Rain
Something you shout out: Rascal

Thank you Anita.

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Piku, Motion se hi Emotion!

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Take three incredibly talented actors under the direction of another incredibly talented director and combine it with a very believable modern story and you have a block buster Piku.

All the reviews that I had read about the film had been positive but despite wanting to see it from the very first week after it was released a month ago, I was unable to because of my illness and vacation. I finally made it yesterday and what an experience it was.

I have seen other old men with constipation going through life in exactly the same way that the old man in this film does and the reality was simply stunning. That an Indian producer can take such an unmentionable theme, yes the leitmotif to make it mentionable, is constipation,  and make such a film with such a team of talented people is simply too valuable an experience not to be shared with my readers. Most of my readers from India must have already seen it by now and if they have not they must immediately see it before it is taken off the theaters. Seeing it in the small format will not be the same experience.

To my overseas readers, I will recommend this movie with a  rating and would urge you to see it with English subtitles in whatever format that you can.  Some of the nuances of the Hindi and Bengali language will be missed but the overall impact is unlikely to be affected.

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Customer Service ICICI Bank.

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I keep hearing about poor customer service all the time from various sources and when I personally experienced excellent customer service from a bank, I thought that it should be acknowledged by me in my blog post and also through my Facebook page.

During the last couple of weeks, I have not been able to use my ICICI Bank credit card for transactions online because at the last stage of secure check up my card was getting rejected as I was not receiving the One Time Password OTP on my phone. This is a new system that ICICI Bank have introduced recently as they had been using a PIN number for the last stage verification which worked just fine.

I suspected that it could be due to some wrong data entry of my telephone number as I was unable to use the mechanised complaint redressal system as well. I therefore decided to visit the branch of ICICI Bank where I have my account and was most pleasantly surprised to be attended to immediately at a counter meant exclusively for Senior Citizens by a very helpful young lady.  Mera khayal bilkul rakhe!

The lady heard me out patiently and went online to check if my suspicion was right and found that it was bang on and the bank had some totally strange telephone number on record for my credit card. She readily agreed with me that it must have happened at the time of change over to the new security system through wrong data entry and took immediate steps to rectify matters online in my presence. She assured me that by the following morning my credit card will function perfectly on the new OTP system as well and on testing it out, I find that it has indeed been corrected.

What a nice way to resolve a complaint instead of the mechanised telephone systems that often end up frustrating one!

While I had thanked the young lady personally at the bank, I wish to compliment and thank the ICICI Bank for the excellent training that they have given to their staff to handle such a problem and to solve them on the spot with special consideration for Senior Citizens.

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