Nope. It is certainly not a spoof on our very own Mehra's Dilli6. Simply put, it is a proof to this big bad world to flaunt that happiness is not something which one has to always long for, but pursued.
So to start with, 1st September 2008 was one among those very special days for Sujeeth-The Prince. Our pal decided to give his loneliness a run for its money to lock horns with a flamboyant lady Shwethna-The Princess. A story begins.
The stage was set, the platform decorated. All it was waiting for was a set of weirdos who could set it on fire. Caution: Road Hump Ahead. Don’t even think of setting up your imaginations way too high to expect a high intensity melodrama. The subtlety here is to admire at the way these characters were carved to perfection to suit to the event and add color to the extravaganza in their own simple ways.
Sathya was waiting and continued to do so for a few more hours expecting a miracle to happen that I honk at his corridor on a time that we both had decided. Who says miracles do happen? Soon after a delta delay (considering the vastness of the Universe, the delay was actually negligible) we started our voyage heading straight to Mangalore, the destination, the venue, the humid heaven via Madikeri on 3oth August around half past nine in the morning.
The drive was clear with a lovely blend of some bumpy and dead flat roads. To top it up was some very good music, one heck of a collection exhibiting a strong aroma of the known and the unknown. Bang on Mangalore after a long wait and a dry run. The Men in Lack (of navigational sense) on the verge of being geographically jeopardized decide to go around the same circle three times until the Prince himself makes a dashing entry to take part in one huge rescue act. He guides us safely into the Hotel Srinivas Parking lot. For once, the slightly curled, closely unshaven Prince could easily pump himself into the groom's coat with his polished politeness and humble hospitality.
It was time for one to show his aberrance. Sadath, generally quiet who stayed within himself so far unfolded a resplendent surprise. His love for Bangude Pulimunchi and a penchant towards exploiting the raw Mangalorean humor was quite a sight to watch. Anywhere6, the name of this blog is one among his contributions to my sluggish train of thoughts. On a curious note when questioned, Sadath with his usual poise explains, Anywhere6 refers to an open mind, clearly to say he is game for any options much to its relevance of a batsman who can score maximum by making his own choice of area on a playground. Humor, all over.
Come 1st September. Here was a chance to get into a Mangalorean Wedding Hall after a very long time. Milagres Hall as it started off slowly transformed itself into one amazing Bird Sanctuary tempting all of us to follow the footsteps of the legend himself, Salim Ali. The proceedings went smooth with one vivid memory of the photographer's creativity check on the newly-wed strongly etched on my mind. A reason to smile, unplugged from the rest of the world for a while.
Sujeeth did not take too long to realize that it was one "Hot" experience at the wedding hall. Like an able leader with a disabled bachelorhood led us all to Ideal, the Ice Cream Parlor, to cool us off. The gang was big. Karthick, Sandhya, Ashwini, Divee, Riffey, Sadath, Sathya along with the Prince and the Princess. It certainly had to be one strong roof to shelter all the creatures at the same time. 'Ideal'ly, possible! Some sheer timing and good presence of mind kicked all of us to laughter every now and then. Loud enough it was for the rest of the inmates to throw a stare. Little did they know that these souls got together in “pursuit of happiness”!
The Weather Gods were kind enough; we herded straight towards the shore. The Panambur Beach as people called gave us a red-carpet-welcome with sand all over it this time around. A shocker was ahead. A few misconceptions were brutally bombarded and another few pre-conceived notions went bonkers. Shwethna went missing and a brand new character emerged. The sight reminded me of a kid breaking out free from a mighty set of virtual shackles. Though it was not too long that we stayed, a genuine effort from all of us to make the evening special was quite evident.
2nd September 2008. After a lovely lunch it was time for us to get back to the den. Keeping in mind to negate the after effects of a predominantly bumpy ride that we took, a choice to explore the Bangalore via Sakleshpur route was made. A brilliant beginning lost its consistency and we ended up losing our way close to Arsikere. Thanks to a gripping conversation on the Credit Card Mechanism that the three musketeers were engrossed with.
The time that we lost during the course was not in the best of its taste leaving most of us disappointed but not down. The half asleep duo Divee and Riffey had to change their cart with one strong hope of reaching the nest safe. The chauffeur took this as an opportunity to keep the duo in the best of their spirits and tried hard to ensure that each one of them ended on a lovely note. The transit involving phonetically splendid usage of vowels and a dig-in on etymology will be cherished for long.
So was the end of a short lived saga.
Distracter, not a disclaimer:
While this blog is a tribute to Sadath's raw sense of humor capturing the true Mangalorean pulse, it is entirely dedicated to the sole, flamboyance personified, nature's natural, bundle of joy, the lovely new entrant Shwethna.
So to start with, 1st September 2008 was one among those very special days for Sujeeth-The Prince. Our pal decided to give his loneliness a run for its money to lock horns with a flamboyant lady Shwethna-The Princess. A story begins.
The stage was set, the platform decorated. All it was waiting for was a set of weirdos who could set it on fire. Caution: Road Hump Ahead. Don’t even think of setting up your imaginations way too high to expect a high intensity melodrama. The subtlety here is to admire at the way these characters were carved to perfection to suit to the event and add color to the extravaganza in their own simple ways.
Sathya was waiting and continued to do so for a few more hours expecting a miracle to happen that I honk at his corridor on a time that we both had decided. Who says miracles do happen? Soon after a delta delay (considering the vastness of the Universe, the delay was actually negligible) we started our voyage heading straight to Mangalore, the destination, the venue, the humid heaven via Madikeri on 3oth August around half past nine in the morning.
The drive was clear with a lovely blend of some bumpy and dead flat roads. To top it up was some very good music, one heck of a collection exhibiting a strong aroma of the known and the unknown. Bang on Mangalore after a long wait and a dry run. The Men in Lack (of navigational sense) on the verge of being geographically jeopardized decide to go around the same circle three times until the Prince himself makes a dashing entry to take part in one huge rescue act. He guides us safely into the Hotel Srinivas Parking lot. For once, the slightly curled, closely unshaven Prince could easily pump himself into the groom's coat with his polished politeness and humble hospitality.
It was time for one to show his aberrance. Sadath, generally quiet who stayed within himself so far unfolded a resplendent surprise. His love for Bangude Pulimunchi and a penchant towards exploiting the raw Mangalorean humor was quite a sight to watch. Anywhere6, the name of this blog is one among his contributions to my sluggish train of thoughts. On a curious note when questioned, Sadath with his usual poise explains, Anywhere6 refers to an open mind, clearly to say he is game for any options much to its relevance of a batsman who can score maximum by making his own choice of area on a playground. Humor, all over.
Come 1st September. Here was a chance to get into a Mangalorean Wedding Hall after a very long time. Milagres Hall as it started off slowly transformed itself into one amazing Bird Sanctuary tempting all of us to follow the footsteps of the legend himself, Salim Ali. The proceedings went smooth with one vivid memory of the photographer's creativity check on the newly-wed strongly etched on my mind. A reason to smile, unplugged from the rest of the world for a while.
Sujeeth did not take too long to realize that it was one "Hot" experience at the wedding hall. Like an able leader with a disabled bachelorhood led us all to Ideal, the Ice Cream Parlor, to cool us off. The gang was big. Karthick, Sandhya, Ashwini, Divee, Riffey, Sadath, Sathya along with the Prince and the Princess. It certainly had to be one strong roof to shelter all the creatures at the same time. 'Ideal'ly, possible! Some sheer timing and good presence of mind kicked all of us to laughter every now and then. Loud enough it was for the rest of the inmates to throw a stare. Little did they know that these souls got together in “pursuit of happiness”!
The Weather Gods were kind enough; we herded straight towards the shore. The Panambur Beach as people called gave us a red-carpet-welcome with sand all over it this time around. A shocker was ahead. A few misconceptions were brutally bombarded and another few pre-conceived notions went bonkers. Shwethna went missing and a brand new character emerged. The sight reminded me of a kid breaking out free from a mighty set of virtual shackles. Though it was not too long that we stayed, a genuine effort from all of us to make the evening special was quite evident.
2nd September 2008. After a lovely lunch it was time for us to get back to the den. Keeping in mind to negate the after effects of a predominantly bumpy ride that we took, a choice to explore the Bangalore via Sakleshpur route was made. A brilliant beginning lost its consistency and we ended up losing our way close to Arsikere. Thanks to a gripping conversation on the Credit Card Mechanism that the three musketeers were engrossed with.
The time that we lost during the course was not in the best of its taste leaving most of us disappointed but not down. The half asleep duo Divee and Riffey had to change their cart with one strong hope of reaching the nest safe. The chauffeur took this as an opportunity to keep the duo in the best of their spirits and tried hard to ensure that each one of them ended on a lovely note. The transit involving phonetically splendid usage of vowels and a dig-in on etymology will be cherished for long.
So was the end of a short lived saga.
Distracter, not a disclaimer:
While this blog is a tribute to Sadath's raw sense of humor capturing the true Mangalorean pulse, it is entirely dedicated to the sole, flamboyance personified, nature's natural, bundle of joy, the lovely new entrant Shwethna.
The undoubtedly justified, unanimously voted Princess.
