Dream Frames

I was pretty cool on that hot day gulping my pepsi at fame cinemas, b’lore. I was gazing at a beautiful young chick who looked like a authentic south indian in her early twenties. She was talking to her friend I suppose who seemed pretty ordinary comparing this beauty’s stature. Man!! She was damn cute with a fair face, I would certainly relate to my-kinda-gal. I couldn’t take my eyes off her . I was continuously admiring that fascinating beauty who had her loose hairs flowing freely in the air. She had a smile which I would love to see for years together. I was completely fed up with the stereotype b’lore women who wore jeans and tshirt of their younger siblings . unlike those dumb ultra modern embodiments of west who were unfortunately put into India’s culture she was wearing a maroon salwar with a black thupatta.

This was the prime factor that attracted me to her of the lot like proton towards the atom’s nucleus. I guess there are multiple modes in which Indian women wear their thupaattas. I like to see girls wearing it in a slightly different manner which I suppose only pretty few women prefer. The mode in which one end of the thupatta hanging in front and the other at the back around their neck, is what I am talking about. That 5feet tall beauty looked fabulous in her dazzling maroon salwar with her black thupatta exactly in the mode where I would like it to be.
I plugged on my ipod’s ear phones to my ears and played the song which I felt would certainly deserve a place on that graceful occasion. Its like giving at least a bit of delight to my ears while my eyes were celebrating its best festival of all time. My ears’ delight started with a mild drizzling sound amidst a man striking slowly the white and black cords to string up such a mild and smooth groove.

“Can u feel her… is your heart speaking to her…
(tabala sound intervenes to break a bit of prevailing mildness in the song and to produce the track’s bass rigidity)
can u feel the love…
Yes…”

a voice started raising its rhetorical questions in my ears which I ‘d love to ask myself at this frozen juncture, in that geeky westernized crowded corner of india where these dumb jean-tshirt loving men and women like only to booze flirt and lavish in pubs & cinema malls. Still I don’t know why I found the place to be in such a scarcity for intimate love. Just like the name garden city is giving way to the name, pub capital , I felt b’lore is gradually losing its core Indian flavors. With the change in people’s attitude towards life, the way by which they carry themselves seemed to me that they might miss lotta life’s close to heart phenomena.
Song continued while I had these dirty thoughts about the people out there. it went like

“engaeyo paartha mayakam… eppotho valntha nerukkum…
Devathai intha salai oram… varuvathu enna mayam mayam…
Kan thiranthival parkum pothu kadavulai indru nambum manathu…”



This song was really mind blowing as everyone would love to relate themselves to this at such a beautiful girl’s sight and tells u the guys’ amazing feel poetically. I witnessed a marvelous fusion of my ears’ delight and eyes’ celebration together with a sensational unexplainable feel that everyone would love to have. The kind of excitement that might rise in you after such a spectacle is unarguably unexplainable. I bet every young guy under sky knows about it and would have felt such a emotional drama at least once in their lifetime. Even more, its always better if some things are left unsaid!

“what the fuck man! Its getting late, comon..” shouted my friend at my face as he pulled me away assisting me to come out of my mind’s wonderful dream frame!

[ This is not based on a true incident. Juz thought of taking a dig at pub city's prevailing culture mixed with appreciation of a beautiful melody ]