Friday, March 29, 2013

Bindas Bidar


The name of Bidar appears to be derived from "BIDIRU" which means bamboo. This district is also known for its unique Bidri handicraft products. 


Bidar is the Northern most district of Karnataka and situated 130 Kms. North-west of Hyderabad...a rather long journey with dry climate and sunflower and maize fields on the border.  Forming a part of the Deccan Plateau, Bidar is spread over an area of 5,448 sq. km. The southern half of the district is a high plateau. Bidar was under the administration of Devgiri and Kakatiyas of Warangal.



Ancient Kalyan and Medieval Bidar were widely renowned for their splendors and as a seat of learning, culture attainments and political power. 


Bidar is explored for  the historical monuments that date back to the Bahmani era. The most significant tourist attraction in the district is the Bidar Fort, which is one of the biggest forts in India.

Best time to visit - winter, with its right temperature. First glimpse would surely disappoint you as monuments stand in bits and pieces stretching over the acres. Serene meadows with less or no human population to visit the site is welcoming. 


This was the first time that I ever visited a gurudwara... sikh religion that like all the others preach 'SEVA BHAVANA'... service to man is service to God. ...... Volunteers serve every member who visit the langer thirsty and hungry are fed irrespective of whether you are a sikh, hindu or muslim...



The Last Fight


The Last Fight



Kasturi was born in a remote village of Andhra Pradesh in a poverty stricken family in the year 1950 - the year after India got independence.  But do women really enjoy all the freedom? Are they able to express their thoughts, fears and move freely in the society? Are they getting what they deserve? After the Delhi rape case, women freedom and liberty are questioned once again. This story reflects the fight of an average middle class woman whose fight is a fight with with the society, with the nature, and hersrelf within.  Kasturi was the fourth child among the six siblings. Her family ran their traditional milk business and could hardly make two ends meet.  Her father worked in a small mechanic shop. He left early in the morning only to return late in the evening with a small packet of snacks and bottle of wine. Kasturi’s brothers who managed the business hardly concentrated on education. Kasturi’s elder sister was married off at a young age of 12 years; even before she had matured. Child marriages or sati, in those days were not uncommon social practices.  She and her younger sister studied in a government school till class nine.  The three sisters helped their brothers in milking the cows and doing other chores at home.
 
As days passed by, Kasturi grew into a beautiful damsel. Her big brown eyes, sharp nose, full lips equally matched the beauty of her brains. Kasturi was very wise in her thoughts and always wanted things the right way. This made her all the more popular among her friends and more lovable in the family.  Time had now come to get her married.  Her parents fixed her marriage to the very first person who proposed her.  This gentleman, Dashrath was from Mumbai and was twelve years older to Kasturi.   He was the only child living with his step-mother, as he father had died when he was as young as seven years. He had seen many girls from different parts of the country, but after looking at Kasturi,  his search ended. This one was the 27th proposal for him. Kasturi’s parents were however, not ready to marry her off to a person staying in such a far off place. They rejected the proposal outright.  But the Dashrath’s mother, Godavari insisted that they would pay Rs. 3000 in turn and accept Kasturi without any dowry. The reluctant parents finally approved the proposal and agreed to the proposal. 

  Kasturi started a new life in this huzy- buzy city of Mumbai. She had never seen such tall buildings, huge markets and so many people, who always seemed to be moving around aimlessly.  Tears rolled down Kasturi’s eye whenever she remembered her parents, brothers and sisters and her inability to visit them whenever she wanted. All she could do was send a few letters to know about their well-being written in her regional language, telugu.  Within a few days of marriage, Kasturi’s mother-in-law started dominating her. This was a big shock to Kasturi.  She was always taught by her parents and teachers to respect elders. Her mother had adviced her never to revolt back but bear any pain silently.  Godavari was a typical orthodox woman who tried to prove her superiority and power over the daughter-in-laws. Many a times, she abused Kasturi, beat and scratched her face or even kicked her.   Unable to bear the torture, she complained to her husband who was a very obedient child and respected his mother even inspite of her step-motherly treatment. He consoled his wife and shared her sufferings and showered his love on her. He gave her courage when she was broken down and sent her to maternal home for a few days once in a while.
 After a year, Kasturi’s first daughter was born.  Her birth brought smiles and happiness to Kasturi’s life. She forgot all the pain and sufferings imposed on her by Godavri. After a couple of years, Kasturi’s second daughter was born. This time she was expecting a son because she thought this would make her mother-in-law happy who had insisted for a male child.
However, Kasturi loved both the girls as much as she loved herself.  She considered girls equal to boys. 

Everything went all fine, as the family grew along with her husband’s business.  And equally grew the torture at the hands of mother-in-law who always cursed her for having given birth to a girl child. Adding to her woes, God blessed Kasturi with a third girl child two years later. Godavari now left no occasion to abuse and ill-treat her for no reason. Kasturi tried to convince her that being a woman herself, she should respect girl child and show no partiality and that women are equal to men. But Godavari never paid no heed to her words. She insisted that she wanted a male child which if failed would get her son divorced. Kasturi trembled with fear. She expressed her feelings with her husband who was her sole consoler. He always maintained a balance between his mother and wife and respected them equally. He ignored the complaints made by his mother and never went to the extent of ill-treating his wife.

7 years after her marriage, Kasturi was now ready to conceive the fourth child. She expressed her desire to go to her maternal place. The fear of giving birth to a girl child made her spine chill. It was not that she wanted a son, but because she wanted to make her mother in law happy. But fate was not in favour of Kasturi and she had the fourth daughter. On knowing this, Kasturi lamented but decided to defend herself and her daughters. Her option to get family planning done was offended by her mother-in-law, who asked her to go in for one more child and after that do whatever she wanted. Kasturi prayed to God to bless her with a son. Her prayers were answered. The birth of son brought joy to the family. But the struggles of Kasturi began soon after. Her mother-in-law divided the business and gave a paltry sum to her son. The fear of her son robbing her of her property made her more determinant in her decision to separate them.  They shared the floors and stayed and cooked separately. Kasturi faced this severe blow courageously. She pleaded her husband to look out for a decent job to take care of their children and education. Many a times Kasturi starved and survived on one meal per day and  little clothing, in order to ensure her children were properly fed.  As she was trying to make both ends meet, her health deteriorated. She underwent two major operations in which her gall bladder and uterus were removed. This made her weak physically. But, Kasturi fought back. She did not depend on anyone but trusted herself and God and kept moving.

   Gradually, all the children completed their education and were grown up. Kasturi got all her daughters married into well-to-do families. Her son was married and settled too. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. She had won the battle. Her dreams were fulfilled. Soon after, her mother-in-law died. The entire property now belonged to Kasturi. The days of poverty and suffering were gone. She lived her life happily and spent most of her time enjoying with her grand children. But, her happiness did not last long. Very soon another news broke which left her dumb-struck. She was suffering from cancer. By the time Kasturi got herself diagnosed, she had reached the final stage. All hopes lost, Kasturi cried in pain and complained to God of robbing her of her happiness.  But God loved her even more.  He did not want to see her suffer and fight any more ..... and Kasturi lost the last battle. The journey of a woman from womb to tomb is not all about fights and struggles, it’s about patience, love, care, perseverance, honesty, strength, independence, acceptance, confidence and the zeal to accomplish things, ‘the Right Way’....


Thursday, March 28, 2013

On My Lap


Really awesome piece.... just made for my laps ;-). Really thankful to Anupam Bhoomia for all the efforts he has taken to send it across to India. The time.... almost three months was worth waiting for after having seen this excellent piece of technology . .."Lenovo G580 Laptop - 59354100 - Dark Brown
  
Configuration


3rd generation Intel Core i5-3210M Processor( 2.50GHz 1600MHz 3MB)
• Windows 8 64
• Intel HD Graphics 4000
• 8.0GB PC3-12800 DDR3 SDRAM 1600 MHz
• 15.6" HD Glare with integrated camera 1366x768
• Industry Standard Multi-touch 2 button touchpad
• 1TB 5400 rpm
• DVD Recordable (Dual Layer)
• 6 Cell Lithium-Ion
• Lenovo BGN Wireless
• Bluetooth Version 4.0
• One year
• Notebook
• Integrated HD Camera
• HDMI (Out)





I love this lappy ... Yippy . Thank you Lord!




Friday, November 23, 2012

The Silent Killer

It was a few decades ago, as a kid,  I had desire to become a doctor purely to help people fight cancer. The name of the dreadful disease build a curiosity to know how and why many people die of cancer. Although that desire has not been fulfilled but the curiosity still persists in my mind, mainly because it took away my mother from me.

It is very surprising that even today, inspite of many modern facilities and equipments in health industry, and production of new drugs there is one death every 40 seconds according to Dr. Nilesh in a report on cancer awareness in Mumbai. He emphasizes that the best way to avoid succumbing to Cancer is to get TREATED EARLY.

Wouldn't it be wise to pay attention to our body more than the vehicle we drive to garage on noticing the ignition problem or sound while driving?



Here are Seven Warning Signs of Cancer

The American Cancer Society uses the word C-A-U-T-I-O-N to help recognize the seven early signs of cancer:
Change in bowel or bladder habits
A sore that does not heal
Unusual bleeding or discharge
Thickening or lump in the breast, testicles, or elsewhere
Indigestion or difficulty swallowing
Obvious change in the size, color, shape, or thickness of a wart, mole, or mouth sore
Nagging cough or hoarseness
The following symptoms may also signal the presence of some types of cancer:
  • Persistent headaches
  • Unexplained loss of weight or loss of appetite
  • Chronic pain in bones or any other areas of the body
  • Persistent fatigue, nausea, or vomiting
  • Persistent low-grade fever, either constant or intermittent
  • Repeated infection


EARLY DETECTION IS COMPLETE CURE. Attack before it attacks you. 




Saturday, October 27, 2012

Chowmallah Palace






At walking distance from Charminar it is a must see royal palace built in the neo-classical style covering an area of 14 acres presently. The most splendid seat of the Asaf Jahi dynasty and the official residence of the Nizam of Hyderabad who entertained their official guests and royal visitors here. 


Built over 200 years ago, this Palace is renowned for its unique style and elegance with amazing stone work. It was completed by Asaf Jah V the V Nizam between 1857 and 1869. The palace is now open to individuals and corporates for hosting their dinners, receptions and cultural evenings. The prestigious UNESCO Asia Pacific Merit award for cultural heritage conservation was presented to Chowmahalla Palace on March 15, 2010.
After paying an entry fee of Rs 25, I paid double the charge for my cam. So I’ll let it do most of the talking about this palace.

 


Above the main gate to Chowmahalla Palace, there is a Khilwat Clock.  which has been ticking away for around 250 years. An expert family of clock repairers winds the mechanical clock every week. Great job!





Cannons are seen guarded the palace and three fountains adorned the palace gardens.


As I cross the infinite doors, the cannons and the lush green garden, I reached Khilwat, or the Durbar of the Nizams.



The first thing you would grab your attention is the magnificent resplendent chandeliers in abundance which are lighted only when parties are held.
The grand pillared Durbar Hall has a pure marble platform / throne on which the Takht-e-Nishan or the royal seat was laid. Here the Nizams held their durbar and symbolic ceremonies. The 19 spectacular Chandeliers of Belgium crystal has been recently reinstalled to recreate the lost splendor of this regal hall.


But inevitably, the gaze gets attracted by the chandeliers again, and this time on concentrating long enough you happen to see the most intricate of carvings on the walls and roof.

The main building is only two stories, look up as you walk through the palace and try to imagine how much work has gone into the carvings in the ceiling.

A view of the grounds behind Khilwat from another window in another mini-museum.  view from the first floor where another room had been converted in to a mini-museum. There is a beautiful collection of weapons and carriages as well as furniture and surprisingly European crockery


When I reached these beautiful gardens, I thought that I’ve seen the whole palace. I did not realize that I had just seen half of the place. As I started to capture the other half of the palace, this minaret captured my attention. It looked to me (and till now looks) like a person standing with hands on hips displaying a haughty demeanour.  This palace consists of two courtyards,  southern and northern courtyard. They have elegant palaces, the grand Khilwat (the Durbar Hall), fountains and gardens.
Southern courtyard is the oldest part of the palace, and has four palaces Afzal Mahal, Mahtab Mahal, Tahniyat Mahal and Aftab Mahal.

Northern courtyard has Bara Imam, A long corridor of rooms on the east side face the central fountain and pool that, once housed the administrative wing and Shishe-Alat meaning mirror image.
It has Mughal domes and arches and many Persian elements like the ornate stucco work that adorn the Khilwat Mubarak. These were characteristic of buildings built in Hyderabad at the time.


There are many rooms dotted through this and other buildings which house multiple exhibitions of the Nizam life. You get to see the royal lifestyle of the Nizams here. The way they dressed, ate & drank & drove. Opposite to the Bara Imam is a building that is mirror image. The rooms were once the used as guest rooms for officials accompanying visiting dignitaries.

 

Council Hall building housed a rare collection of manuscripts and priceless books.The Nizam often met important officials and dignitaries here. Today it is venue for temporary exhibitions from the treasures of the Chowmahalla Palace Collection that of a bygone era


Another huge garden adorned this half too and as I attempted to get closer for a better shot, many whistles pierced the calm, the security guards beckoned me back on the track around the garden. Security was really tight, and all the guards were extra helpful once you started talking with them.
Huge outside arch flower fountiain in sky pic
The whistles had not only brought me back on track, but had also raised the pigeons from their siesta. Hundreds of pigeons live in the Chowmahalla Palace.


The main attraction for any car and carriage lovers is the custom built buggie which is displayed right at the back of the gardens, make sure you see it. There also was an entourage of Vintage Cars belonging to the Nizams.
Overall it was a very satisfying way to spend a Sunday afternoon in the old city near the famous landmark – the Charminar.


Chowmahalla is a location that’s unmatchable for exclusivity, and offers an experience guests will never forget.




Friday, October 26, 2012

Friends 2 Support - The time for happiness is today

The hope of every victim in an accident or a critical disease  is to search blood donors.  A pint to save life. It could be anybody among us... family, friend, relative or someone unknown. No one would ever think that he/she would be needing blood unless the need arises, it's very natural.
And the day when the need really arises, our near and dear ones rush to blood banks that for the most of time are out of stock, the volunteer donors in mind are out of reach or the group does not match and the time keeps ticking........

If one window closes, run to the next window- or break down a door... or think of F2S


"Friends2support" is an organization that brings voluntary blood donors and those in need of blood on to a common platform, that started with  100 voluntary donors with a promise to  serve thesociety, to inspire and spread the word, and fulfill blood need in India.

This organization also works to provide educational support to brilliant students who have discontinued their studies because of unfortunate circumstances.




For blood request or voluteer donor go to http://www.friends2support.org/inner/about/about.aspx
 or contact

Shareef
shareef@friendstosupport.org

Karthik pavan. G
+91 9866651177
karthik@friendstosupport.org

Vijay. P
+91 9000116222
vijay.pothireddy@friendstosupport.org

Phani Kethamakka
+91 8008660555
phani.kethamakka@friendstosupport.org


For  my readers-  Pray you never need such a service, but hope you become one of the donors to save one precious life. Happiness is a journey.... not a destination! Happiness is to be found along the way not at the end of the road, for then the journey is over and it's too late. The time for happiness is today not tomorrow.