Suman Kumar's Wedding Blog

The Wedding Reception

2004-08-03T00:53:00.000-07:00

Continued from Wedding Part 1

A wedding Reception, ladies, gentlemen and others, may at the outset appear exciting. I was thrilled about wearing my beige suit and pose for the photographers. I was all set to devour the huge shower of attention that my better half and I would be getting. Things are not what they seem dear reader, and I learnt it the hard way.

At around 1800 hours on June 27th 2004, I struggled into my suit and Kicha, my best man, helped me with the tie. After dousing myself with Axe Pulse (I love it and I think it is the best deo in the world) I slipped into my shoes. My right eye twitched and my knee let out a slight tremor. I wanted to go take a crap. Kicha almost pushed me out of my room and there I was, in the limelight, with at least 200 pairs of eyes trained on me. I heard some gasps (of delight or disgust I do not know) and hurried murmurs. I must have looked good. Yea. Chitu emerged from her room and she was ravishing in her Zardoski (what do you call that Sari honey?) saree. The photographers pounced on us and in between snaps, I was waving at each known face in the crowd. Savi, Chithu’s sister had told me that she was going to play some rocking music.
MJ was screaming ‘Beat it’. Talk of irony and anti-climax.

People started trickling in on to the dais where we stood. And soon, the queue spilt out of the entrance of the wedding hall. Shaking hands and saying ‘Thanks’ became an involuntary physiological chore. I couldn’t relax my jaw and my cheeks were stuck in an artificial smile.

The photographer, a rude bastard, would take an eternity for a single snap. Right after the snap he’d growl at the guests on the dais to get off it. The guests would then beat it (the MJ number was playing in a loop all right) like bats out of hell. His assistants who were manning the supposedly ‘digital’ video camera chose to make me the guinea pig for their creative excesses. I was not aware of what was going on in the TVs as they were facing the audience. Think about this: my still would fly from the left and hers from the right and would collide, merge and explode into a flower… and the letters appear ‘TRUE LOVE’. There was little we could do, so we let them make a Hindi movie out our wedding video.

After close to five hours of standing and receiving blessings from the guests I was at the verge of collapsing. The ornate chairs on the dais went unutilized, for we never sat on them. When the clock was inching its way toward 2300 hours, we got down the dais, My knees buckled as I started walking towards my friends. We finished dinner and I was asked to retire to my room. ‘The groom is not supposed to venture out the hall’, one of her uncles put his foot down. So, Kicha and I had some Tequila (courtesy, Sudha. Thanks dee!). We did not have the shot glasses but how does it deter committed drunks? We used the cap of the bottle and drank Tequila. It was laborious and I was already tired. So, we decided to hit the sack. It was a dreamless, peaceful sleep. It appeared that I was asleep only for a minute when someone knocked on my door. ‘Get up, get ready for the Muhurtham!’ they were screaming. I was freaked out. I had good reason. For this was it. I had only a couple of hours of my bachelorhood left. A devilish crossed my mind, ‘what if I run away currently?’ But the picture of Dr. Chitra (that’s my wife) injecting an air bubble into my prominent veins stopped from ideating further. (...To be continued.)

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Wedding Pictures (Via: Sam)

2004-07-12T23:45:00.000-07:00

Click on images to see bigger pictures. I have tried to explain the rituals in the pics; if there are any inaccuracies, forgive me, and I'd be grateful if you suggested corrections. Suman.

The wedding area. Consists of the couple, priest, and a holy fire. It is decorated with Jasmine and other flowers.

I wash her feet. I don't know what this ritual signifies.

A solution of lime and turmeric powder with a little colour is poured on a plate, circled around the couple, and thrown away to ward off the evil eye. This is done a number of times throughout the entire wedding ceremony, and at the end.

Circling Sacred Fire: Bride and Groom circle 7 times, may offer rice, etc. to the fire, representing prosperity of life and fertility.

Placing Sacred Necklace: "Mangalya Dharana" (Groom places "Mangal Sutra" around bride's neck and "Sindoor" (red powder) in the part of her hair. These offerings signify the marks of a married woman and act as symbols of the husband's love, integrity and devotion

Showing my bride the Arundhati star: The bride groom shows his wife the Arundhati star and also Dhruva, the pole-star. Arundhati, the wife of Vasishta Maharishi, is regarded the ideal wife, pure and chaste and Dhruva is the one who attained immortality through his devotion and perseverance. These virtues have to be emulated throughout married life.

Chitra and I, after the wedding.

(Some more pics taken by Prakash on http://sumankumar.com )

The Wedding: Part 1

2004-07-12T07:04:00.000-07:00

27 June 2004 – 900 Hrs
Chitra hollers on the phone about the importance of my getting a facial done and coloring my hair to hide the few gray hair that found the perfect time to show up. After some thought I agreed to it with the reluctance of a rat in a cat’s mouth. I was staying in Regency along with my younger brother. He was supposed to be my aide for the big day, but he was more than happy to restrict himself to finishing the Old monk rum and cracking stupid jokes about my hair, temper, and the wedding itself. At half-past-nine I met Renu (chit’s friend) and we were off to the men’s parlor.

The day before I had visited the dentist with Renu (Chit wanted to leave no stone unturned). It was this hep clinic with quite a few pretty young things (doctors) buzzing about. After a wait that lasted for about ten minutes, the doctor – a beautiful doctor – asked me to step in. I spent the better part of the next couple of hours staring into her face which was perilously close to my face (three inches!). I walked out with clean teeth and a heavy heart. I also made a fool of myself by accepting an appointment the next evening: my wedding day. I realized my blunder only after I’d stepped out.

1000 Hrs
As Renu (Dr.Renu by the way) and I were inching (forgive the pun Renu) towards this Men’s parlor in the lazy Bangalore traffic my mind was busy barbecuing itself with the seemingly impossible logistics of transporting my entire family from the rail station to the wedding hall. Chit’s dad had generously accepted the challenge and promised to be at the station right on the dot. The clouds raced across and locked into each other in a seemingly wicked congregation. No matter how much I told myself ‘it is gonna be ok’, the lump in my throat refused to budge. The possibility of a rain –as romantic as it may appear- gave me the chills.

We reached Golden Touch, the parlor, at around ten. Golden Touch sat bang in the middle of a residential area. An eerie calm prevailed in the waiting area. Some boys were whispering among themselves, arguing which style would suit, from a photo album that the Golden Touch guys had provided. I heard something churn in my stomach; I had a premonition that this whole parlor thing was going to blow right up on my face, and make me look like –on the most important day of my life – an Orangutan with conjunctivitis, and mouth ulcers. Renu rolled her expressive eyes and called the parlor guy. She explained to the parlor man that I wanted to color my hair and scrub my face with all the creams that he got. He nodded and said, ‘three hours’. I almost fainted with the thought of my family at the rail station waiting for me. We finally convinced him to do it under two hours. The train from Chennai was reaching Bangalore at 1330 hours and I did not want to be late to receive my family, for I knew that if I missed presenting myself when the jing-bang reached Bangalore, the repercussions were –to say the least – grave. The parlor guy went in after asking us to wait in the waiting area. Renu suddenly realized her passion for Bollywood movie mags and dove right into one of them (the mag was by a conservative estimate, a year old). So, I sat there, fidgety, and suffering from an incoherence that can be matched by the inmates of a lunatic asylum.

The parlor guy stuck his head out from his sanctum sanctorum and invited me in. I let out an audible sigh of relief, much to the chagrin of Renu who was disturbed from her Bollywood calling by my sigh.
The interior of the parlor was cramped for space. I saw a guy with some orange paste on his face, and I wanted to compliment him: ‘hey you look cool man!’ But lack of guts and increased churning activity in my tummy made me forget him. I also noticed that people were coloring their hair in all kinds of weirdo colors. Pink! Man!
The parlor guy scrubbed my face with some dozen creams, face-packs, and the works. And colored my hair with Loreal Natural Black. While I was sitting in the waiting area to let the hair color settle down, Suren, my bro, called up to announce that Chit’s dad there some where in the station but he was not able to find my family. I checked my watch, which screamed half-past one, and my heart started banging against my ribcage. My squeaky clean, glowing face broke into a generous sweat. My ear lobes went warm. The sky laughed with a thunderclap, as if saying’ ‘there’s more baby’, and I jumped out of my chair and ran.

1330 Hrs
While on the bike with Renu I successfully psyched myself into believing that my family is going to have me for lunch.

My elder brother called. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked. I pleaded with him to manage the situation. ‘It’s been forty minutes since we reached and there’s no sign of your father-in-law and party. Should we take a cab?’ If I had said yes I would have started WW-3. I hung up and called Chit. After a fight and some awesome screaming, I realized that there was not much I could do. I so badly wanted to be in the station, but I could not do anything. It started raining. The clouds became darker and it appeared that the stage was set for a calamitous downpour.
Some where along the way I decided to not to go to the station, but meet my folks directly at the wedding hall instead. I sounded this off to Suren who was edgy like hell.

Suren kept sending messages on my mobile about how my uncles were throwing a fit. And I was pissed off. There’s always this uncle in every family that loves showing off and is a pain in the butt in occasions like these. I have one and he was at it with the relish of a starving tiger in a sheep farm.
As Renu’s bike veered into the small lane where the hall was located, I saw my family get off a van and I immediately noticed the stern expressions. I ran to my dad and my brothers. Things weren’t all that bad, but it left my father-in-law in a dazed state. I spoke to my pa-in-law and dispensed with some encouraging words, but he looked implacable. Welcome to the family uncle.

1500 Hrs
Kicha my best friend and best man called from the airport. He had reached Bangalore. I asked him to go to the hotel, freshen up, and show up at the wedding hall.

I was whisked away and was asked to get ready for the ‘Welcome the Groom’ function. The function involves visiting a temple, offer prayers, and step in to the wedding hall. I was done with it and now I was asked to get ready for the main function: the reception.

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You are Invited

2004-06-15T11:31:00.000-07:00

You are invited people! After a marathon courtship of close to five years Chitra and I are tying the knot. Be there to share the moment of our lives.
Read your invitation
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Wedding plan Update

2004-06-02T23:56:00.000-07:00

The invitations are printed. The wedding suit is ready. Chitra's found her makeup woman (phew!). I need to: book tickets Chennai-Bangalore-Chennai for my entire family (ouch!). I need to shop for Chitra's sari and my Silk 'Veshti (dhoti)'.
I found a flat on the fifth floor with a breath-taking view and a 450 sq.ft private terrace :)
Bought a fridge, and TV. Planning to buy more before I leave for my wedding. I have yet to design my personal invite. :(
Watch this space.
It's crazy. It's all happening.
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Silk Sarees of Kanchipuram

2004-04-21T05:21:00.000-07:00

Kanchi is a sleepy little town 70 KM (about 40 miles?) from Chennai. And close to 75% of its population is dependent on the Silk Saree business.
The Kanchipuram Silk Saree is hand-woven with dyed silk yarn with interleaved designs made with 'Jari' - a Silk thread twisted with a thin Silver wire and then gilded with pure Gold. Read more from this site: http://www.geocities.com/~kanchipuram/tips.html#Silk Sarees
Also read tips for buying sarees: http://www.geocities.com/~kanchipuram/tips.html#Silk Sarees
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Wedding Invitation

2004-04-21T02:30:00.000-07:00

Chithu's been asking me to write a 'nice' invitation copy. I think that it shouldn't be arhaic or formal. She differs. So, I am forced to write copy like 'We solicit your esteemed presence on the occasion yada yada yada grace the occasion yada yada yada' Yikes! Any ideas people?
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Building the home

2004-04-21T02:27:00.000-07:00

With only two months to go for my wedding, I am on a buying-spree. I got a TV (Samsung Plano) and last evening bought a Fridge (240 Litres, Electrolux-Kelvinator. DOuble-door). I need to buy some furniture too and oh shit I have to look for an apartment on rent... bye!
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Engaged!

2004-01-28T05:55:00.000-08:00

Engaged!

Yes. On January 25th Suman Kumar and Chitra.S were engaged in a function attended by over 100 people. When I put the ring on the finger I said 'This is it baby!' That's not it. The wedding is on June 27th 2004. It is in Bangalore. I don't know why I am so -um- not-emotional about it... I don't think it has sunk it yet. But I know my life's changed for better. After four years of long-distance courtship - with just about every other person telling me it wont work- I had the last laugh. And I know the laugher will sustain. For all you people that have followed this blog, a big thanks! I mean it feels amazing to receive blessings from people from far-away lands. The subsequent posts on this blog would deal with the wedding preparation... and I am thinking of webcasting the wedding... through Yahoo or something? I am open to ideas (inexpensive ideas please ;-) )
Pictures of Engagement @ http://photos.yahoo.com/sumanphotos2004/

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The visit to the dentist

2004-01-21T00:54:00.000-08:00

The visit to the dentist

Last evening I visited the dentist. Mission: Clean teeth. Years of abuse (tobacco) left little of White on my teeth. The dentist, unleashed her tools on me and after 30 minutes I felt as if I had lost a Kg of weight. I have another sitting this evening. She promised me sparkling teeth for my engagement on 25th January. Let's see!
And yea, it feels good to have clean teeth. Does some good to your confidence. I was flashing my teeth all day today, much to the surprise of my colleagues.
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Testing archives

2004-01-09T03:58:00.000-08:00

Testing archives
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The logistics of an Indian wedding

2004-01-09T03:54:00.000-08:00

It is never simple. Never easy. You don't control it. You become a mere player. The strings are pulled by a council of family members headed by the parents, the grand parents and the rest.
Take for example my engagement:
We (she and I) wanted it to be a simple affair. We just wanted to get engaged for the kick of it; she wanted to go around telling people and showing off her ring, and I wanted her to be happy. Now, it has boomeranged into a major ceremony. It is like almost conducting a wedding mind you. Her parents are doing the running around, fixing the menu for the engagement lunch etc. The last estimate revealed that there could 100+ people at the engagement. No, don't get me wrong, I am happy, I am thrilled, I am just telling you how your plans could go haywire.
Now, if you are a Hindu brahmin boy marrying a hindu non-brahmin girl; things just become complex. There's always communication between the two families: 'wedding ceremony, your type or ours?' 'mangal suthr, your type or ours or both?' and so on. We are lucky in that sense; both families are very broadminded and accommodate each other very well.
Coming back to logistics check this out:
1) Accommodation for outstation guests
2) Food for outstation guests
3) Pick-up and drop for outstation guests
4) Lunch menu
5) Hall booking
6) Hiring a priest
7) Buy engagement clothes for the groom (to be) and bride (to be)
Well that's only for the engagement. If you are not from India and you are wondering what the heck is going on around here... Well, that's how we do our weddings here. Even our simplest wedding would grand in your eyes.
Ok, now her folks wanted to book the wedding hall for the marriage. Guess how much you got to pay for a decent place in Bangalore? Nothing less then 80-90 thousand rupees. I was stunned. Well, ok more on this as it unfolds. In the meantime, if you want to be notified through e-mail about the happenings in the run-up to the wedding and the wedding itself, subscribe to this blog. Look top-right. Do you see a subscribe form? yea, that's it. I am gonna get my fiance to blog on this site as well.
Ok, If you are in Bangalore do drop by the engagement hall. I will be posting the location, timing information here very soon.
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Engagement Date: Fixed!

2003-12-20T22:29:00.000-08:00

People, the engagement ceremony of Chiranjeevi Suman Kumar and Sowbagyavathi Chitra is happening on 25th January 2004. To us, it is a milestone and an achievement; to say the least. My limited vocabulary stops me from explaining how exactly I feel. Yet, let me go on record and say 'I am ecstatic. I got the buzz on in my head. And it is all happening!'
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Breaking News

2003-12-01T03:35:00.000-08:00

Breaking News!

On 29 November 2003 the families met in Chennai (in my home). The evening was surprisingly pleasant. The nail-biting encounter lasted for about an hour and the elders decided that we'd be engaged sometime in January and wedding will be held in June/July. Why is it breaking news? We (Chithu and I) have been working for this for the past four years.
I know that this blog wasn't updated often; but that's gonna change now. Things are heating up and if I were you, I'd keep an eye on this space.
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2003-07-24T22:47:00.000-07:00

The meeting with the parents

Yea folks. It happened on 14th July 2003 at 19:30 hours. I reached her place with my tummy in knots. 'What's gonna be their reaction?' 'Is my shirt matching?' 'Will her mom approve of me?' I was informed by reliable sources ;-) that I would be 'checked out' by aunt, uncle, grand ma et al so I was ready. I kept telling myself 'don't act smart, don't crack your sidy jokes, don't lie, stay cool...'
I called up her mom and fixed up the meeting at 19:30. On my way I bought some sweets (fultoo PR). The auto dropped me off and chithu opened the door. 'No one's home. They are yet to land up' she said. They had gone out.
After a few minutes I heard a car pulling over. Dad entered first and surprised me with a warm smile and almost affectionate enquiries. And then the home minister enetered. And dispensed with a laconic greeting and an equally economical smile. So far so good.
We started talking. Dad got around the topic after about 15 minutes. Question after question. Apprehensions. Objections. I handled them all with the confidnce of a good salesman and the desperation of a sincere lover. When I thought it was over. Aunt and uncle entered the dragon. I was dished out some aggressive bowling by aunt. Bouncers, beamers, yorkers and googlies. I tackeld each ball by its merit. 'Wait for the ball. Wait for the ball' I kept telling myself. At the end of the match it was love-all. And grand ma needed some reassurance, which I offered gratefully. (I hate adverbs man! but don't know how to get rid of them).
Anyway, the news is: We have proceeded to the next level, which is 'Parents-Meet-the-Parents.' Now, that's a tough one. Bring'em on! Like the PC game Wolfenstein says.
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2003-07-07T00:09:00.000-07:00

All right. Last night she broke the news to her folks. And... it went smooth! They've 'okayed' me baby! yeaaaaaaaaaaahh! I am meeting her fokls on July 14th. ;-) talk about luck!
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2003-06-14T13:38:00.000-07:00

Any time now. Any time! I'll be summoned by her folks. J...i..t..t..e..rrrr!
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2003-05-31T04:12:00.000-07:00

Meet the parents

I would be meeting her folks shortly. Any tips :-D I am nervous like hell! And movies like 'Meet the parents' make it worse!

2003-05-31T04:01:00.000-07:00

Our Song: Glimpses from the love story

This was first published on my personal blog

Time: February 2000. Occasion: Her birthday. Location: Chennai and Bangalore

On her first birthday since we started going around, I had to give her something that no one else can buy from some where and gift it to someone else. It had to be unique, special, and exclusive. The thought had been at the back of my mind for like a month. And then it struck. A song! Written, composed and performed by me. I started writing the lyrics. Nothing worked out for a week. And then I hit upon 'Stay'. Now, the lyrics aren't profound, but they were better than BackStreet Boys. Smoking away like a chimney, I penned the song and had it ready.

I keep thinking of all that we said. I keep wondering of all that we did. Girl just let it rain, wash all the pain. The touch of your hand, the scent of your hair, is all that I think of, girl I see you everywhere, Girl just break it free, make your way to me. Tell me it'll last, tell me we'll stay..

That was the refrain. The words 'I keep thinking' were destined to become part of folklore (well among her friends at least!). That wasn't earth-shaking, rock-melting lyrics, but it meant something to us. To her. Now, I sat about composing the song. I have to tell you about my guitar skills. I can strum some basic chords. That's about it. But I don't know where I get these lines of melody, I don't know and I never cared. For, I knew I'd never dare to exhibit my musical skills in public. So I picked my fav progression of D, F#minor, G, Asus4, A... and froze on the tune. I practiced for the next seven days. Locked in my room. Strumming on my guitar (that 4/4 vanilla rhythm), smoking more cigarettes. And I played the song to my friends. To my sister-in-law. They loved it. But the big question remained unanswered. How would I record it? I debated the idea of hiring a studio, but my musician friends trashed the idea: they were way too costly, and I had just 800 bucks. So, I chanced upon Ashok Cherian's Sound suite leaflet in EarthBazaar (EB). Tito - who ran EB told me about it. And, Sundar, the bass guitarist was magnanimous enough to do the bass riffs for me. I went toAshok cherian's office in TTK road. As it turned out, I was his first client. We fixed the time. I was to pay 150 bucks per hour, and Ashok would record our live performance: me singing and strumming the guitar, Sundar on bass, and an 'auto-rythm' in the place of drums (I couldn't find a drummer that'd play for an amateur like me). So on D-day - a day later - at around 6 pm I left EB, telling my friends 'hey gotta go man, got a recording.' And they laughed.
So I went over to Ashok's place. The recording room/jam room was a garage. It was converted into a jam room. It was air-conditioned. The new paint violated my nostrils. there was a drum kit in a corner, and some equipment. Sound Suite was not yet fully setup. Ashok sat with me. Sundar came along. And Ashok made me sing 20 times. And I never knew he was recording me. When I started singing, and strumming my guitar, Sundar jumped right in with his volatile bass riff. The bass just turned my tune into something different. Some where along my 15th attempt, I noticed that Ashok was playing along with his guitar, and was giving out some sexy acoustic lead-riffs. Finally, I asked 'Can we record?' Ashok said yes. And I screwed up big time. And then he broke the news that he'd taped some six takes. I had to choose one. I did. And we decided to call it a day. It took me some four hours. The throat was hoarse, and hurt.
The next day I went over to Ashok's place to collect my tape. We shook hands and all. I thanked him for helping me out. I mean I knew nothing about this music stuff. And I ran to EB. I thanked Sundar. And I requested Bryan to play the tape. The place was kinda half-full. And once the tape started playing. I couldn't believe my ears. I mean it was sounding like a song! The tape stopped, and EB erupted with applause. I almost had tears in my eyes. All the pain seemed worth it. But not yet! The intended audience (her) has to like it. So, Nanda and I biked it to Bangalore. We had to ride slow as my bike was new, and we did a 50kmph all the way! My ass was burning like hell when I got down at Chittoor (our stop-over for the night).We started early next morning (on her birthday) and reached his cousin's place in Bangalore around 7a.m.. I kept asking him 'machaan will she like it?' I mean like some 3 million times? He threatened to murder me and I shut up.
I met her in her college. And that was the first time I was meeting her friends and all. Nanda left us. And she and I went for a movie, where she played the tape on her walkman. She kept playing it. She had tears in her eyes. She'll never admit it though. For us it was a defining moment. We've never looked back ever since. It was some kind of a final nail in the coffin? Ah! that sounds weird.... I mean that moment sealed it for me. She realised probably only then that she was in love with a psycho; one that would go to extreme lengths. The song 'Stay' was a hit -ahem - among her friends. One of her friends has made me play that song a couple of times now. 'Stay' has its acoustic version now or shall we say 'unplugged' version?
The Economic Times supplement 'Madras Plus' featured an article on Sound Suite and Ashok told them my story. And they promptly published it. I have a copy of it tucked away... wait a minute, where the hell have I kept the copy? Unfortunately I don't yet have a soft copy of 'Stay'. And I probably wont convert what's on a tape to Mp3. Maybe, I'd record it again? Only time can tell! But yes, I do have a wonderful story to tell my kids and grand kids.
Sundar, sadly, has left no trace, the last I met him, was when he asked me to buy him a drink - and he was pissed drunk. I hope he didn't do that trip for long, and that he'd found his faith in music and life back.
I can't thank Ashok cherian enough. And I'll never forget him in my life. I hope Sound Suite, intended for aspiring musicians, hits it real big. I e-mailed Ashok today, and I hope to read his response tomorrow.
Nanda - my driver on my trip to Bangalore - :-D is an MBA now, he works in an ad agency, and I am sure hates it like mad. I shall upload a pic I shot of Nanda: while he was "half-way" through shaving his mooch off!
Earth Bazaar our wonderful hang out was shut down for reasons best known to Tito. He works with GreanPeace in India now, as a director. The image you see on the right is from one of his expeditions. I hope he continues to serve mother nature in India, and pray that he finds the time, enthusiasm and energy to re-open EB... but I know the chances for EB's rebirth are slim, at best.

Given Below are links to stories/articles on Sound Suite:

A Sound Proposition
Sweet Sound of Music

Given Below are links to stories/articles on Earth Bazaar:

Earth Bazaar
Paradise Regained
Article in EESEE LIFE
Tito's Profile on EcoClub.com

[Pictures Source: Chennaionline and ecoclub]

2003-05-30T08:49:00.000-07:00

The final lap

We have been courting for about four years. Now, I am about to meet her parents shortly. It is a dream come true. This blog is supposed to document my final lap to 'our' destination. Tips and suggestions most welcome!