I have started tweeting. I searched on Wikipedia and Google to look for correct usage of the term tweet-twittering or tweeting. Although both words are popular in the blogging world, the correct usage is twittering. I will use tweeting for now.
I was reluctant to join Twitter for quite some time, but thought recently why not try this micro-blogging tool? So I just created Twitter account yesterday and I am finding it cool.
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Wish you all a very happy Diwali!
I would like to reiterate what I had written last year on the same occasion-
Divyatvachi Jeth Prachiti
Tethe Kar Maaze Julati
And let this Diwali bring prosperous life and light up your world-
Candle Light
A non-programmer thinks there are 1000 bytes in a kilobyte.
A programmer is convinced that there are 1024 meters in a kilometer.
This year Nobel Peace prize has been awarded to US President Barack Obama. I fail to know and understand what has Mr. Obama done so far as to award him with the Peace Prize. This is not the first time Nobel committee showed its inclination towards absurdity (or is it a political influence?) as they conferred the Peace prize on Henry Kissinger in 1973.
Read more on the Nobel Joke Prize by Atanu Dey.
I clicked this photo around a year back when I had just bought Canon A720. The swan is flying over the paddy fields which are near the house. The photo is not of that good quality as I was at a distance of around 400 meters and had to use digital zoom. Digital zoom does impact the pixel density of the snap. I have to go miles before I capture a good snap!
Swan flying over the field
Found two good photos of Palolem beach in Canacona, courtesy Wikitravel-
Canacona Coastline
Sunset at Palolem Beach
Last week on the occasion of Dasara, I got a long leave of a week and visited hometown in Goa. My house is located in south Goa, not very far from the boundary of North Karnataka. The very thought of home (home, sweet home) brings a picture of a house located among banana trees and shrubs (all the greenery), garden with coconut, betel, tamarind, kokum trees etc, a small spring to the south of garden, large plots of fields adjoining the spring and the Galgibag river flowing beyond the paddy fields, which ultimately meets the Arabian sea (You can imagine it as a farm house).
It was raining cats and dogs continuously from the day of Dasara. The whole week I had nothing to do and attend to, except some trivial household work and sleep. This gave me an opportunity to read books, listen to some old favorite Hindi songs, get wet in the rains, write some poems-some of which will find their place on this blog in due course. (काव्यशास्त्रविनोदेन गतः कालः).
On the fourth day after Dasara, Galgibag river flooded (due to high tide). There was water all around our house and neighborhood and we had to take shelter in the houses (turned into refugee camps) which were at higher altitude than other houses in the neighborhood. 2 houses did collapse during flood. Luckily the flood water just kissed the front door of our house and then retreated. Perhaps I could have taken some photographs, but the basic instinct of saving oneself and family from the oncoming catastrophe prevailed the thought of taking photographs.
Every time I visit Goa, I make it a point to go to Galgibag beach, which is just 2 kms from my house. It’s like a devotee going to a temple for prayers regularly. But I missed it this time! There is some aura (and aqua!) about this beach which draws me towards it. It’s a lonely and hence a lovely beach. Since very few tourists (both domestic and foreign) visit this beach, no plastics materials are found and hence no pollution.
I stroll on the sand from one end to the other (sometimes with friends, sometimes with family and sometimes alone). It gives me great pleasure when all three- the sun, the sand and the sea come together. As the night approaches, the sun draws my attention towards it with yellow and light red colors spread on the horizon.
The sun is about to sink in water…
Sunset at Galgibag-1
Sunset at Galgibag-2
The sunset on the beach reminds me of the following lines sung by Mukesh from movie Anand-
Kahin door jab din dhal jaye
Saanjh ki dulhan badan churaye
Chupke se aaye
Mere khayalon ke aangan mai koi sapnon ke deep jalaye
Deep jalaye..
Kahin door jab din dhal jaye
Saanjh ki dulhan badan churaye
Chupke se aaye…
माझ्या एका रोजनिशीमधूनः
निल्स बोरनी आपल्या घरच्या दाराला घोड्याची नाळ बांधली होती. एका शस्त्रज्ञाने बोरना याबद्दल विचारले,”तुम्ही तर शस्त्रज्ञ. तुम्ही अशा अंधश्रद्धेवर विश्वास ठेवता?”
तेव्हा बोर म्हणाले,”जो या गोष्टी मानतो त्याचं भलं करतो व जो मानत नाही त्याचंही भलं करतो.”
Understand that even when you understand, nothing is guaranteed!
“The Man Beyond the Bridge” (Paltadacho Munis in Konkani; the adaptation seems wrong, the right words would be ‘The man on the other side of the river’, I can say this as Konkani is my mother tongue), the Konkani film has won the Discovery award by film critics at at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF). Goan filmmaker Laxmikant Shetgaonkar made this film with the help of National Film Development Corporation (NFDC).
Rediff reports:
“I could have made this film in Marathi and Hindi,” he told Rediff. “But I am deeply attached to my mother tongue, and my documentary films are also in Konkani.”
“It’s a simple film, though it has many layers, about one man’s struggle to accept and love a mentally ill woman,” he added. “At the end of the day, you may say it is a love story but without songs.” It was among the half a dozen Indian films shown at the festival.
Following the news, Goa government announced Rs 25 lakh cash award to Laxmikant Shetgaonkar. Finally there is something to cheer about for Konkani cinema.
This year Marathi film Harischandrachi Factory is India’s entry for Oscar. This film was screened at City Pride Kothrud during Pune International Film Festival (PIFF) in January this year. The two-hour-long film depicts the struggle of Dadasaheb Phalke, the father of Indian cinema, to make ‘Raja Harishchandra’ in 1913, India’s first feature film. Interestingly, the female roles in the film were played by male actors. I could watch the film, courtesy PIFF and you can read more about the film here.
However India’s first feature film was made by Ram Chandra Gopal Torne (known as Dadasaheb Torne) named ‘Pundalik’. More about him and the film ‘Pundalik’ can be read at Wikipedia.
The film is based on time when British ruled India. Will this film fetch an Oscar for India or face the same fate as Lagaan?
