Well first I know how hypocritical this is because I am writing the post in English, but I seriously don’t know how to write in Hindi on a laptop, besides this is meant to provoke the thoughts of those who are well endowed with the English language skills. Now we were studying the various schools of history and there they taught us what is the Elitist school of history. For those who, like me, don’t know what it is, well this is what I understood, means when the history is told only from the perspective of the elite that this the ones who were influential enough to get their names etched in history. But now a days, as I came to know, elitist is also used for those people who consider themselves, maybe unconsciously, a notch higher than others maybe for the simple reason that they can speak better English or have see more English movies or are into the English music legends like John Lennon, Eric Clapton etc and for some reason have an accent which you can neither trace to the British nor to the Americans and it is definitely not Indian. I might refer to people as ‘they’ which might feel like I am  talking about my batch mates, but I mean it in a general sense.

Now, why did I get to thinking this? The thing is that I may watch a English movies and listen to a few English songs here and there but still my preferred style of music is Indian folk, Indian folk fusion, Indian Classical and well if the lyrics and music are good enough maybe even Bollywood songs. My room mates play their Led Zeppelin songs at full blast of their speakers and I am supposed to, well no offence meant, bear the monstrosity. But the other day I came in with my laptop, with a soft Hindi Bollywood melody playing on it and voila! I was to either shut the song or sit outside the room, MY VERY OWN ROOM!!! You can’t sit with people you call your friends because eventually when the conversation turns towards music, you are sitting with an expression on your face that gives it away very nicely, that you have no idea what is going on. When you talk about what you listen to, as in if they are polite enough to ask, they will just nod and then somebody will bring in Dream Theater and the whole point is just lost. Sometimes I feel that are such people even capable of appreciating the beauty of India’s indigenous music that does not actually come from Coke Studio, which again to me is an elitist version of folk songs. Though I agree some are really beautiful, but I can bet that those ones have deviated only slightly from their original form, because the music comes from the narrow roads that take you to the very heart of the country, etched deep into the traditions and the culture.

Talking about English movies, I do enjoy James Bond, no wait, I am helplessly in love with James Bond (especially Pierce Brosnan) and also like watching Harrison Ford movies and the others. But not having watched Dead Poet’s society was a sin that I had committed that probably could not be absolved in this life, at least this is the reaction I got. When I asked people have you seen Swades, Chak De! India or to put in perspective, 3 Idiots, everyone looked down on me because I actually enjoyed these movies. Not only this, our college has this thing of finding excellent and meaningful movies from all over the globe and then showing it to us. So, they day they showed Dead Poet’s society, the entire hall was jam-packed. The next week they showed us this Kannada movie about caste-ism in India from an example in Karnataka, the story being penned by an internationally acclaimed author who wrote in Kannada. Any guesses as to what happened, the hall had a few people, half of them probably had nothing to do. It is many of these movies that go to the Cannes Festival and the other fashionable screening of movies, yet do we know anything about them.

Slumdog Millionaire won 8 Oscars hence every Indian talks about the movie with pride, but how many of us have seen Paheli (translated to English: the puzzle) that was nominated to the Oscars, was shortlisted but just couldn’t make the final cut. When the Oscars are to be awarded, in India the program airs at 6:30 in the morning, you will find people actually getting up to see them even though they actually happen around the time school student are writing their exams. I agree such fervor is also raised for Filmfare, but probably because it awards the populist cinema. Have we ever seen this excitement for The National Awards, which are actually given away by the President of India. People usually give the argument that we don’t watch Indian award functions because they are rigged and have a lot of unnecessary dance and song performances, at least this is what I feel. But the national awards cannot be rigged, even in the dreams of a madman and there is a total of what 2 or 3 performances. But no, we don’t even know when they are given away.

In my family, I was supposed to be the elitist because I don’t enjoy Salman Khan and Akshay  Kumar movies and only deigned to go to the theater if a Shahrukh Khan movie had released. But now coming to college I want to tell them that the deal they got with me was much better. :D


Delhi is and has always been my first love. It’s food, architecture and the fact that it is a motley of so many cultures from round the world makes it hard to forget. I had gone to a summit organised by CBSE last year. On the second day they took us on a tour of four places around Delhi or should I say New Delhi. These four were, the Humayun Tomb, Qutub Minar, Indira Gandhi Memorial and Lotus Temple. It was a day of sheer fun. My history teacher also accompanied me so she told us about things that we couldn’t have normally noticed about these places. So here is how it went:

HUMAYUN’S TOMB: This was my most favourite place of the four. The place has about 105 tombs, I mean I could actually dedicate a post to that monument but due to shortage of time, we only went to the main imposing structure of the Humayun’s Tomb. The place has a certain sense of tranquility about it, you know just sitting there makes your senses calm and cool. The main structure is just as imposing as the Taj Mahal, you can easily see the reason why it could have been the predecessor of it. The same dome shape and the basic structure of the tomb are almost identical, just that it is made in red sandstone, the favourite construction material of Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar, the third Mogul ruler who got the tomb constructed for his father and the Taj is built with Makrana Marble, a favorite of Shah Jahan. ASI has developed the entrance chamber into a room filled with information about the tomb also explaining why most Mogul structures have designs like the web of a spider on the windows. Legend has it that when emperor Humayun was escaping from the men of Sher Shah, he hid in a ruinous building that had a lot of spider webs on the entrance door. The raiders came behind them into the building and felt that the people were not there, seeing the webs, they left it and moved on. Since that day, they believed that the spider webs lend a sort of protective cover and so any of the windows of the main chambers of any Mogul building always has these designs made on them.. The photo here is my favorite of all those I have ever clicked, from a side bench near the tomb. The fountain also lends an aesthetic  effect.






Humayun’s Tomb, from the side bench


Through the fountain!!!

Qutub Minar: The tallest brick Minaret in the world, the Qutub Minar. I have no idea how high it is , but most probably it is 950 m. Built over 5 generations with each generation adding a new floor, the best part is that you can still see the inscriptions that prove that it was built using pieces of destroyed Hindu Temple, on second thoughts, not so best part :P.  I went around looking astonished that it’s builders did not even make the slightest efforts to hide these marks. There is also a small marble tomb for a Sufi saint. The famous iron pillar, that is the epitome of metallurgy, both old and modern, because it has not rusted since the day it was made. They have built fence around it now, because people used to try and put their hands around it because of a saying that if you could put you hands around it facing the opposite direction as that of the pillar, your wish would come true. I had tried it once when I was a kid, then there wasn’t any fence, believe me easier said than done ;). It is pretty well maintained, so it is great to take a stroll in and around it. Again since the stampede, the main minaret has been cordoned off.

The Qutub Minar
The Qutub Minar
Hindu elephant god Ganesh
Hindu elephant god Ganesh
'OM', the eternal sound that has persisted since the beginning of the universe and will do so till the end.
‘OM’, the eternal sound that has persisted since the beginning of the universe and will do so till the end.
The Sri Yantra, Hindu symbol drawn for auspiciousness.
The Sri Yantra, Hindu symbol drawn for auspiciousness.
Hindu god Nandi
Hindu god Nandi
The celestial disc, Sudarshan Chakra, used by Vishnu, on of the Trinity. It is said to return to the god only after killing the person it is supposed to.
The celestial disc, Sudarshan Chakra, used by Vishnu, on of the Trinity. It is said to return to the god only after killing the person it is supposed to.

Indira Gandhi’s Memorial: The place was actually the residence of the former PM of India when she was in office. She was killed in office by her body guards. The place has some seriously great stuff to see. Her rooms, clothes etc are all preserved in a pristine manner. They have also kept her bloodied sari, shoes, purse that she was carrying the day she was shot. Many states of the US presented her with the key to the city usually kept with the mayor. They have also placed the various gifts given to her by people. My most favourite was the carpet that had her face woven into it. But being a small space, if there are many people, you have to be in line and wait for it to move along.

Her room
Her room
Her personal effects
Her personal effects
Keys of the states
Keys of the states
An old laptop
Laptop of Mr. Rajiv Gandhi


Lotus Temple: The symbol of the Baha’i faith, the lotus temple is an architectural marvel, mimicking the exact shape of the lotus leaves, it leaves you mesmerized. You cannot go to the grass patches, just for show :(. They take you in groups and tell you about the faith and the temple itself, interesting it is. Below the main temple are small pools which are totally in contrast to the well maintained grounds of the temple. But you cannot blame them , Indians seriously can’t respect anything, they put their dirty feet into the water making it murky. Also don’t go during the after noon, the runup to the temple gets hot and really unbearable to walk on.



So finally it is that time of the year when I grow up another year, my birthday and guess what I am turning 18 today. This means that I am officially an adult, master of my own wishes and decisions. I did not ask for any gift well I don’t usually, but if you are generous enough I don’t mind About  in a week’s time I will be off to college, the National Law University, Delhi. One of the best places to go if you wanna be a lawyer and coveted by many, I am happy that I am actually going there and will become a lawyer, yeah!!!!! Besides, now that I am 18, I can drive, not that I know how to, but still. Unlike my parents, who sit in on the day of elections, I can go out and vote, even though I have to wait another 6 months  to get my voter’s ID, but still. I was just checking out my university’s confessions page, I can even do that without having to worry that my parents can check my browser history and no ‘but still’.

It is a new beginning, everyone has told me that you are mean to be a lawyer, some even said a judge. But nobody knows that I am basically freaked out. I don’t know if I will be able to do well, manage time and actually turn out to be a good enough lawyer. My worst fears these days is how will it be in moot courts because it i my dream to at least once go to the Jessup Moot Court Competition and maybe even win it, I know for that I have to be really great but. A friend of mine in NLSIU, Bangluru, told me that the seniors take interviews before taking you into committies, I don’t know if I can even clear those. And then being in hostel, how is life going to be. Staying alone on you own and in your own surroundings. Will I actually be able to qualify exams and be a good student, god all these things have been preying on my mind.

I have been relaxing for close to 3 months now April, June, July and probably next Monday, this time I will be back from my first class ever at my college. I tried to go to gym, but to no avail, now actually I am short of breath even going to my room from the dining table. I tried joining NGOs to work with kids, but no! They need graduates, not even volunteers. Then I thought of working for some fast food joint, no vacancy. It was as if, it was meant to be that I have to sit at home with that impending feeling of doom and desperation. I shopped by the truck load, T shirts, jeans, tops, almost amounting to 20000 Rupees. Oh how could I forget shoes, a new laptop, bedsheets, bed covers, a new mattress and even a new nail cutter, that will be just for me. I also got a new watch, about a week before my birthday, but put it on today so please it is not my birthday gift. I am leaving my Seiko watch here at home, you can never be too careful. I am also not taking my Nikon P500, that I know will become lonely without me :(. Nobody will use it and I will never have a good instrument to click my pics with. I read somewhere that when a camera is not being used, once in a month, you should just click a random photo with it to you know ensure that all systems are working well and good, but nobody would even that too it, because my parents take almost half an hour to start up the camera, if doing it on their own.

Well but I hope the year ahead will be fun and I can enjoy it to the fullest and be the best lawyer I can be because today I am



I had gone to Jim Corbett when I was in the second grade and all I remember seeing is the spotted dear in the Jim Corbett National Park. The guide made us take a few flight of stairs atop a watch house and told me that from here we observe the tigers and the other animals. But again, all we saw after climbing up so high was, any guesses????? Spotted deer, imagine! The last time I had gone in November when only the buffer zone is open to the public which does not house many animals. But this time we hit the jackpot. But let’s begin from the beginning.

Named after famous hunter turned naturalist Edward James ‘Jim’ Corbett, the place is home to one of the fiercest animals on earth, the tiger. Now this time I went in the month of June, when the core region of the park is still open to the public. Last time the hotel we stayed at was pretty cool so we stayed at the same, The River Retreat, a unit of the leisure hotels. But then everything isn’t awesome on a trip. There was a drastic drop in the quality of the hotel. I had thought of staying at the UTDC hotel, right in junction of the core and buffer zone, but there was a clear warning on their website that here in Nov 2010, two ladies were taken by tigers near the river. The food was just barely eatable and it used to have a Tandoori evening, which was included in your hotel rent, even that did not happen.But everything is compensated for the hotel because of it’s location. It is on a river side. Though the river did not have a lot of water but still, it felt nice sitting on those rocks.

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Besides the room itself was awesome. You are given a villa with two rooms, a kitchen and a living area complete with a fireplace and even a rocking chair. It exudes a very typical British glow. The property itself is nice and you can take evening walks in its sojourns. Once after dinner I decided to walk on the road outside the park. Now I walked to the gate of it, there were guards chattering and on listening a bit keenly, I came to know that there was a mad elephant loose i the jungle side. I quietly walked back to my room, waking up at every slight sound of a movement. That day I kept in.

The next morning I booked my safari, an early morning safari is great, not a lot of heat and you can see the sun rise among the trees. Then on the way itself, we saw a huge tusker, an elephant, suddenly I was reminded of last night. Then we moved on, saw deer both spotted and sambhar, which is the largest breed of deer. The the barking deer, it is so cute and  actually barks. Then the driver took us somewhere in the jungle and we sat and waited, till then I clicke dthis bird.


Then after about half hour, we had given all hopes of seeing a tiger,, we moved into the forest, suddenly came a jeep zooming past us and the driver just said, “Waterhole no “. Our river began driving like Micheal Schumacher and told every jeep we met on the way the same thing and after about 6-7 min of driving at breakneck speed, we and a few other jeeps reached waterhole number 2. Then a few more jeeps trickled in, we waited anxiously and then it got up and walked, majestic and royal in all senses of the word, a tiger. But some idiot had parked the car in the middle of the way the tiger wanted to go from, it roared, a bone chilling sound that still haunts me sometimes in the night. But it was just awesome and seeing the tiger in front of your eyes is much better than watching it at a zoo on Nat Geo. But the roar was unimaginably loud and to some extent petrifying. But it felt like I was on Mt. Everest, after seeing the tiger and then I happily returned to the hotel called everyone I knew and told them “I saw a tiger”.

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The rest of the place doesn’t have a lot to see. There is a museum and a temple. The museum is a nice place, where you can see skeletons of the tigers and some really great stuff like geographical models of the earth and India. map of the reserve and recreated scenes of killing of tigers. Some tigers have also been embalmed and kept with complete detail of death. They have also kept the jetty of Jim Corbett. I couldn’t go to the temple because I had eaten chicken and in India you are not supposed to visit temples after eating any sort of non veg. But I did click a photo. It is also on a river bank, really nice. That was Jim Corbett.









About 80 km higher in Nainital, place of the seven lakes. But I only went to the Naini lake after which the place is named. I also went to the mall road, candles of Nainital are pretty famous, ate lunch and came back. Very hot and crowded only respite was boating in the lake. Serious;y that was Nanital for me. But riding high on my success in seeing a tiger, I came back to Delhi the next day.




Technology has brought the Television to each and every room of our houses but once it was a rarity, a luxury afforded only by those who could, it is only a matter of evolution of how what once used to be something to invite your friends to watch is now called the poor idiot box. Now in the 80’s the only channel that used to come on the television in India was Doordarshan or better known as DD, with it’s two spiral arms surrounding a circular dot between them. The tune that was played when the channel started transmission hasn’t changed till date but of course the channel used to air just for a few hours back then.

Now owning a TV meant that you were to cater to a huge crowd at your place, some of them even unknown to you. Newborns, kids, adults and even senior citizens could be found in the throng that would be at the place for watching that thing start up and then suddenly the picture on it coming to life and bringing joy to all siting there. Te crowds would start from near the TV and go on till the entry gate of your house and you could see piles and piles of shoes. The best part was, as and when the voltage dropped, the picture became a bit blurry and then people would use the famous Indian Jugaad technology, and hit the TV hard on the side and picture would become clear again.

But yes, one cannot ignore the fact that the craze of the television was brought on by two television shows, Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayan and the Chitrahaar. If you owned a TV and you were seen going out of your house on a Saturday or Sunday, you would be asked about your return, so that people could make sure you would return and they will be able to enjoy the movie and Ramayan. The Feature Film programme Chitahaar, aired the movie for two days, half and half. Ramayan was aired on Sunday at 10 a.m.. The ladies of the house used to finish their household chores before hand so that they could be free in the evening or woke up early in the morning to make the breakfast so that they could watch the Ramayan. And the elder ladies used to actually bow their heads to the TV when the show started, for them the artists on the TV were real life avatars of the gods themselves.

But at that time, the worst enemy of people at that time was to be the electricity department. As I said the show started at 10, the electricity would go sharp at 9:58 a.m.. But such was the following of the show that Muslims kids would make a force and pelt stones at transformers or the power station itself. It used to be a curfew like situation for that one hour that Ramayan would air. Muslims would also join the crowd that watched the show and cried with the Hindus ‘Jai Shri Ram’. When the power problem did not resolve itself, people especially bought portable TVs that ran both on battery and electricity. People used to charge the batteries on Saturday itself. When during Chitrahaar, the power failed, those batteries were not used but people took the TV and the entire crowd moved on to another locality where power would still be and watch the film there, at a relative of the TV owner’s place.

Later, colleges and schools installed TV’s to cater to the masses, special windows were made to view the TV. But the transmission itself was itself riddled with problems. After some minutes of viewing, there used to be suddenly a skull with crossed bones beneath it and a message “Rukavat ke liye khed hai”, or ‘Sorry for the inconvenience’. But even looking at that had it’s own fun. The design and colour of the skull and bones was duly noted, discussed and debated. But even all of that was great fun wit lots of silly joys of it’s own.

MY 51st POST

How the heck did I get here??? I never thought I’ll be able to write one line let alone 50 whole posts, because I never was sure about what to write. I made the blog in 2011, on the insistance of a friend eho thought that I can write. But never actually wrote anything. I couldn’t think 9of anything to write. Then in 2013, when I was the second last year of my school, I was immensely frustrated and it seems nobody really understood that I hated physics from the bottom of my heart. For the first time in my life I couldn’t understand concepts, it had made my life hell. So one fine night when I couldn’t sleep, I had this wonderful idea of visiting that blog I had made. Do you know, how I thought of the title wunnerful? I had to write abook review for a cousin of mine, who is 5 years younger to me. Imagine I had to do his work, whereas it should have been the other way round!  But whatever, so I took out my dusty Enid Blyton novels, chose one of them and began reading it, and one of the characters is shown to have a foreign accent and spoke the word ‘Wonderful’ as ‘Wunnerful’ and somehow really liked it so I gave the same name to my blog.
But that night when I began writing I realised we have to give a name to the blog site and besides I thought what will I write about? Because when I looked aroind for inspiration, I saw most people had a theme, travel, food, technology, wines, books, movies etc but I didn’t have expertise in any of these fields ok maybe books and movies but that wouldn’t seperate me nor was I so well acquainted to the nuances of the language or the way of writing of different authors. So travel, well I have travelled  a bit but not with enough photos, I didn’t originally have a digital camera, but the old SLR of Yashica that once used to be respected brands in cameras.
So what do I write about became the question. Then came along the idea of writing about India, my homeland, about it’s vivid and eventful history, it’s dynamic present and well what I thought could be ideas for the future. So I started writing,  my first post called India, the country I love. Then I wrote something about the delicious food of the country and the thought struck, what if I get something wrong, that would we really bad now, wouldn’t it, then I treated myself to a new Nikon P500, nd went on a trip to Jhansi, Orchha and Khajuraho. Then I got down to writing about my experience in the three cities. Then I went to Amritsar, Agra, Jim Corbett and a few more places and wrote all about it.
When you imagine what could your life be, you always imagine it to be opulent, fancy and filled with joy and love. The best part about blogging is you get to write about your wierdest fantasies and nobody will judge but from my experience actually enjoy and appreciate it. So came my story, Once Upon A Fairy Tale. Also I am a crazy James Bond fan, so I could write about my favourite Bond movies, my most favourite dialogues and my take on whatever happened in the series and about it’s evolution,  oh wait I haven’t written about that! Slowly I thought if I could write about Bond movies why not about my other favourite Hindi movies and the wonderful Shahrukh Khan.
So I believe blogging is extremely healthy not only does it give you a platform to express but to be silly, be smart, be opinionated or have no opinion at all. Just be yourself and have NOTHING OBLIGATORY!!!!!!!!!


I realised that when you have a lot of holidays on your hand and are practically at home since a long time, as it turns out, you start running low on topics to write about hence I decided to make a list of my most favourite songs, Hindi and English. What was the criteria of the songs that make the cut?

  1. The lyrics should have a deep and a soulful meaning,
  2. The music should be peppy, ethnic Rajasthani, ethnic Punjabi,
  3. I also do like songs that are Sufi.

Hence, you can understand that you won’t find a Honey Singh song in this list. I never really understood the point of his songs. Seeing his fan following, in the light of his lyrics, I don’t really where are we as a society going with it. I actually felt good, when there was a ban on his making music, well whatever he makes, it is just obnoxious for me. Probably the only song, of his, that I liked was Lungi Dance, because it was a peppy number and well it was a Shahrukh Khan song. The lyrics never have a real meaning, just some gibberish that rhymes. Or the songs of Aashiqui 2, god, all the songs of that movie felt like a cat crying out loud, a cat in excruciating pain. So well here I go:

1. MAERI, By Euphoria: A band whose fan following is fast fading, but this one song that stands out in their entire career till date. It is a song that depicts the pain of a broken heart, very poetically indeed, to his mother. He longs for her, the way she took the veil on her head, the way she cried every time he was late, the way she danced and then basically everything about her. Many songs become my temporary favourites but this song is the one song that has never changed in favourites and probably never will.

2. WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE, Originally by ABBA, Part of soundtrack of MAMMA MIA: I never got a chance to hear the original version, but the one is Mamma Mia, is a great rendition. Sung by Pierce Brosnan and Meryl Streep. The song deals with the finality of life. When you have completed you responsibilities in life or as they say it in the song ‘When the dark clouds hide the sun’, you want to do nothing but ‘stand at the crossroads’ of life as see it as a surreal film.

3.I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU, By The Rembrandts: Every person who has ever seen the show FRIENDS, cannot possibly go without falling in love with the song itself. The song is itself the definition of friendship and how it helps you to overcome a phase in your life when your friend is your only family. You can be through any ups or downs with true friends and how your friend understands you more than anyone, probably better than you yourself.  With a friend yo can be yourself and know that they would never take offence, that well is the beauty of it.

4. TERI DEEWANI, By Kailasa: The band with Kailash Kher as the lead singer. Teri Deewani, is a song class apart. The songs, is written in the Sufi tradition, where the lover put her love at the position of god and compares loving him to praying to god itself. How she is engulfed by his charm and how she is almost crazy with happiness about being in love with him. She wants to expend her entire life for his happiness and how love knows no boundaries and cannot be confined.

5.SAIYANN, By Kailasa: Again written in and sung in Sufi tradition, It expresses how a lady feels about the person she loves. How she belongs to him and he to her. How she values their relationship more than anything on this earth. How she feels that her life is complete by just his presence in it.

6. SAJNA, By Euphoria: A man longs for the lady he loves, who is not by his bedside for some reason. He pines for her, tries to find her and when he fails, he remembers the feeling of being close to her, her touch, her eyes, her voice, every bit of her. His body and mind ache to meet her.

7. CHAUDHARY, By Mame Khan, Coke Studio: It is a song in pure Rajasthani language, hence one might have to make an effort to understand it. The village head falls in love with a young girl an he tries to woo her is what is depicted in the song. He tries to please her with treats like bangles but the only thing he wants her to do is show her face.  He then invites her to eat food with him enlisting really tasty foods that he had gotten prepared for her. A rather unconventional love story.

8. TU MANE YA NA MANE, By The Wadali Bothers: Two Rajasthani bothers whose mother tongue is Punjabi. The song is about a man telling his love that you agree or not, I am in love with you and treat you as god. Your love is what I need for my life and Your doorstep is my Medina.

9. MAST MAGAN, By Arijit Singh, Part of soundtrack of 2 States, the movie:This is the only popular Hindi bollywood song that made the cut.

10. LOVE STORY, By Taylor Swift: Well I don’t have to tell you about it do I.

I am not really a romantic at heart  but now that I see the list most are love songs, weird :P. But the other songs I also like are Lavni Vaja Ke Baari, a Marathi song, Joban Chalke, Kaise Main Kahoon, by Kaillasa, Everybody’s Got Somebody But Me, By Hunter Hayes, Happy, By Pharrel, I Can’t Keep It Inside,By Benedict Cumberbatch, Mera Murshid, Part of soundtrack of D-Day, Nahi Jeena Tere Vajjo, By Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.