The Good old Malgudi Days – 3

A horrible week ended with the demise of Mr. Jagjit Singh, a lost irrefutable to every extent… Ghazals would never be the same again. His memories will last forever, may his soul Rest In Peace.

Moving ahead, let’s start with the final episode of “Good Old Malgudi Days” as well.  In case you haven’t read the First and Second Part, read it here! We’ll rig through some miscellaneous stuff here! Like the good old serials, there were some jingles, certain music and advertisements that help us reiterate the famous saying “Old is Gold”. Having said that, the first thing that dwindles across my eyes is “Mile sur mera tumhaara”! What a fine showcase of unity in diversity and well what an essentially melodramatic way to do it! Right since the beginning till the last second, it keeps you thinking, engaged and mesmerized. 🙂

Then comes in the “ Ek titli, Anek Titliyan”. Beauty is in simplicity they say, and how beautifully it brings out the whole concept. Informative in a different manner, a message conveyed and although the animation quality may not look quite convincing in this flabbergasted 3D age, it hits you right there!

“Himmat se agar jute rahen to, badaa kaam bhi hove bhaiya”  : )

Mungerilal ke haseen sapney” donned the artist in Raghubir Yadav, a meek figured small time clerk who reminded us of Sheikh-chilli. Mr. Mungerilal is always thrashed around by his wife, boss, and father-in-law for being a poor soul. He then finds solace in his dreamland where he takes avenge from his foes, almost becomes a super-man, and dates a beautiful office colleague. To be honest, I think everybody has a Mungerilal deep down the soul, about things we can’t do, we have a dreamland! (Run your mind-horses people) 😀

Alif-Laila was a good adventure thriller, with loads of exciting stories and voyages from Sindbad the sailor, Alladin, Ali Baba and The merchant and the genie. There were flashy lights, uber- cool magical tricks, speaking globes, talking parrots and balderdash faced demons. The suleimani talwar and the music of Arabic origins is worth mentioning, more so coz i always moved with the rhythm… al-habibi 😀

Tadana…tadana…. And here comes the serial which brought a light to the adage of sarcasm and humor collectively. The name being “Flop Show” which was misdirected by Jaspal Bhatti :P… the good thing about this serial being that everything was so meticulously out-of-the hook! The characters were scornfully hilarious, the script was just MAD, and the songs euphoric… here’s one that I remember “Jis Gali mein Kiraydar se jhagda na ho, us gali mein makaan humne lena nahi” 😀 As for the episodes, I really loved the one “Kabristan Ka Chowkidaar” (what a unique title sirji!) wherein the director makes a highly emotional tragedy of love, betrayal and kinship. In the end what they get is “The best comedy serial ever” award 😛 watch it, it’s superfluous!

This era also saw serials like Shanti, which started a new breed of women-centric serials, I don’t remember how far the serial stretched, but for once I saw “Episode no. 936”!! 😮 Mandira Bedi looked like an actress for the first and the last time… 😛 Serials like Fauji, Circus and Sea Hawks also adorned the era! There are others which I might not remember, some which I might have skipped. But one thing’s for sure they were all worth remembering, worth writing about.

On this note, with a heavy heart I bid adieu to this series!

For the final time it’s Tanananana tananaanaa……….. 🙁

The good old Malgudi Days- 2

So here I am again, waiting to get back into those “glorious days” of Dordarshan. 🙂 Thanks to the fantastic readers, we have had a lot of well-deserving suggestions for the part-2. (If you haven’t read Part-1, read it here)  While I am happy that my Ghajjinisia isn’t contagious, the scores of options had me thinking about part-3 of this series as well! (only if my audience never minds 🙂 )

Let’s get started with Bricks n bats… Who can ever forget (except for me of course) the never-ending thrashing, crashing, tongue twisting, body mincing and teeth tittering episodes of Tom n Jerry (a thunderclap here). Kicking off the dust with a roaring lion, was the story of treacheries, deception and mockery of two interwoven souls, a shrewd mouse and an angry cat :P… A laugh riot gripped us; this is one cartoon that everybody loved, AGE NO BAR! Mom, dad, friends, granddad, the toddler, just everybody! Although it’s still alive and kicking on cartoon network, watching it on Doordarshan was something perceptively different.

Tom n Jerry

Phir Wahi Talash telecasted at Sunday noons, was another interesting love story that gripped memories during the 90’s era. There were two different stories on the screenplay, and both were equally intriguing. And as mentioned by a fellow blogger “It was directed by Mr. Lekh Tandon, Raveena Tandon’s father and starring Shahid Kapoor’s Mom, Ms. Neelima Azeem…” Another thing that I remember from the serial is the title song, a ghazal by Mr. Chandan Das!

Naa jee bhar ke dekha, na kuch baat ki,

Badi arzoo thi mulaqat ki…

Next on the list is an all time favorite “Shrimaan Shrimati”, the story of two neighbors vying to get the attention of each other’s wife! “Ghar ki biwi daal ke jaisi, Aur ki biwi lagti hai murgi” 😛 LOL. The characters Keshav, Prema Shalini, DIlbura uncle, chintu, Koki-ji and Mr. Gokhale, (Gokhale yaar kuch idea soch) all were a class apart :D. The hanging garden hand of DIlbura oops Dilruba, and the smirks of Keshav, and not to forget the “Takla” boss 😀   Jhakass!

Shrimaan_Shrimati

Holidays were bliss, especially when they were a 10 day elongated “Dussehra vacations”. A month or two before Diwali, we had broadcastings of Ramanand Sagar’s “Ramayana”, and in my opinion there can’t be any better sequel! Every evening 7-10, those three hours, eyes glued to the T.V sets and I was lost thinking, wish I was like “Shri Rama”! My favorite part was when we had two heavily laden and celestial powered arrows crashing against each other in the magnitude of bright colorful lights :).

The Ramayana

The message that it conveyed, the adventures that it showcased, and not to forget the casting, everything was simply superb! I also remember playing along wooden swords, Bows n arrows, and the mighty “Gada” with my elder brother! 🙂 Dussera to me also meant, eating heart-full of Jalebis 😀  What golden days….sigh!!

Hmm… I know I would be stretching too far after this (you can yawn once I’m done! :P) I have a lot to write, and lot to express, but everything can’t be mentioned in the limited space that I have! So are we expecting a part-3? That’s my question to you!

If you think we’re up for another part, do let me know! And yes, don’t forget to mention your share of good days, and your favorite series 🙂 Keep reading this space for more…

Till the next time, it’s ADIOS

Tanananananana…tananananaananaa

The good old Malgudi Days – 1

There are some stories that you just can’t just forget, no matter how many decades go by…. Swami and his friends, The Mithaiwala, A Horse and Two Goats are some episodes from “Malgudi Days”, embedded like scriptures in my mind. I remember as a kid, how I used to wait for this very program with my friends and then we used to humm the magical tone “Tananananananaaa….tanannaaanannnaaa”  in sync with the mystical flute. 🙂 🙂

What characters were those, so simple yet so everlasting! Stories of common people from a common village with extraordinary direction and acting, Mr. Shankar Nag did a very fine job there!

90’s was an era that was golden and twinkling, we just had Doordarshan and yet we have endless memories of the few options that were available.” Byomkesh Bakshi”, the detective thriller that had your mind’s eye running the James Bond way. “Mitti ke rang” showcased the reverberatingly different aspects of life, every single episode illustrated a new situation, a new story!

Sunday mornings weren’t a half-sleepy, half frenzied fiasco… Duck tales with Uncle Scrudge McDuck and his nephews Huey, Duey and Luey marked start of the day, swimming in a heap of gold coins to count wealth, new treasure hunts and what not!

This was followed by Talespin, with Ballu and his stereoscopic “Chakkar-ghinni udaan” and Madame Mahalingam. Then came the Jungle Book, and we were all lost in the expeditions of Mowgli “the chaddi boy”-as we called him, bhalu, bageera, sher khan, akdu-bakdu, leela, tabaki….. <3

Weekends had special paranthas on the menu, and not to forget sweets and cookies. Yummy! 😛 Overflowing tummies and an extravagant dream frenzy then led us to the favorite Indian time pass during the 90’s: CRICKET. If I say it in my buddy Avijit’s wordings “Bwoy we loved it!” 😀 This is one game that every Indian must have played through his childhood, and we would play this ad infinitum until the sun declared a ceasefire. 😛

Back home there were scores of fiction stories still waiting with Vikram-Betaal, The Little Mermaid, I Dream of Jeannie, Karamchand and Chota Jadugar… New movie songs ruled the dinner time with Chitrahaar and all the best. I still remember laying a bet on what would be the no.1 song for the week 🙂 Personal favorite being the invisible dancer song “Muqabla-Muqabla”, which inadvertently led the charts for over 6 months…  : )

As a result I was always out-standing on Mondays, as homework never bothered me! 😀

Oh yes I forgot to mention “Taaro”, that came Saturday mornings, with a tagline song dragon ka beta taaro 🙂 simply loved it!

Crap, I forgot another one “Nukkad”, one of the most adored shows of all time! (Seems I am suffering from Ghajjinisia : ) )

Today we do have a large pile up of channels, but no story worth the talk, no characters that make us think “wish life was like that”, accompanied by scarcity of dreamland!

We do have the TRP doodling, so-called “Reality Shows” where there is nothing bona fide! Khoadies, Raakhi ka khatam-var, Rahul ki Vidaai, Spits-ville, Big Loss…Man!! All big bhoolshit…

The other Soap operas we have are the likes of Saas bhi kabhi Bahu thi, utran, bartan and more such crap where almost every “Gharelu” lady has 3 husbands… one dies, another comes and then sometimes an additional lover…or it’s the other way round the “Perfect Pati” has 2 or more wives along with a complimentary girlfriend sometimes kids. Gimme a break!!!  A spiced up vamp with overt makeup and some unreal acting (unreal as in fake), accompanied by some futile camera moments and off-course some horror-ifying music make it a perfect “Hogwash Package

That’s it for now, had enough beep-beep… We’ll take more digs in the next post  : )

Just to make sure that nothing goes beyond limits, this has a part-2 : ) So, if you think you loved the euphoric 90’s and that my Ghajjinisia has missed some memorable stuff… Do let me know, it’s surely going to be there in the next part!

Till then “Tananananananaaa….tanannaaanannnaaa” 🙂

The Bomb – bay

13th again, had an unusual day followed by a scary night. History repeats itself, but in our country it reiterates incessantly. Hopeless leaders and useless protocols! Or not “Hopeless” or “Useless” maybe, even these words are useful enough.

The Bomb-bay

The narration goes like this – someone comes to our country, guns down people, executes bomb blasts, gets caught, and we play court-court with him! With hordes of money laundered around his SAFETY, we make him our national son-in-law. Philanthropic as we are, that’s what we do when someone stabs us back! We step aside after crunching them in a war, release prisoners, talk about PEACE (Pakistan’s Easily Available Convivial Empathy) only to witnesses shattered PIECES of hopes, kinship, and innocent lives.

Dushman ko bhi seene se lagana nahin bhoole ,
hum apne buzurgon ka zamaana nahi bhoole ,
Tum aankh ki barsaat bachaye huye rakhna ,
kuch log abhi aag lagana nahin bhoole ………..

I am not being Nostalgic, for I never get a chance to be! Every time the memory starts fading, a fresh wound is stabbed and then as my friend Chandan mentioned “And another bunch of nerds are out to say “Insaniyat Zindabad…Mumbai will prevail”…they happen to be India’s representatives”

I know Mumbai will always prevail, but what about Bomb-bay?? And what about Kashmir, and Delhi, and Indore and…. What about India, and the Indians! We have been habitual of this nuisance…I know mere talking won’t do and I realize it would require a mass movement, maybe like the one in Libya! When and how? I am ashamed I don’t know!
Maybe it’s not about Pakistan or Afghanistan, it’s about Terrorism! Maybe, it’s about how we’re strong yet so weedy! There are so many questions, and the answer is a “MAYBE
On this transcribe I recollect Faraz’s verses…

Chiraagh Jalana Toh Puraani Rasmein Hain ‘Faraz’…
Ab Toh Tere Shehar Ke Log Insaan Jala Detey Hain……!

What a Beauty-Full Life…

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew

Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step

Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap

Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope

Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity

Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes

Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace

Beauty

Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions

Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends

Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn

Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds

Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot

Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover

Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy

Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek

Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off

Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain

Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose

Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows

Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath

Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”

To Frosty – With Love

She was just 2 days old when I first saw her, it was 8th February I remember! (She was also an Aqua like me, 6th feb born:)) The cutest and the most adorable creature that I witnessed, almost felt like cuddling her in my arms, such was the magnetism that “My Frosty” carried. I won’t like to designate her with the customary tag; I would just call her a “female dog” (Pardon the linguistics). No, Frosty” wasn’t my pet, she was a family member!

FROSTY

She died last year due to liver infection, it’s her death anniversary. This one’s especially for her. May her soul rest in peace!

In the yesteryears, I never had the bliss of a pet’s company. My brother brought her home in a small basket, just like a birthday gift with a strange positive feeling. I held her for the first time, that cute little creature in my hand with the skin as soft as melting butter and a silkened Pashmina (a type of Kashmiri silk). I stood in front of the mirror and yes that was a cherished Kodak moment for me! “Maa dekho ye kitni cute hai”, I called my mother… She came to the living room, accompanying her precious smile!

Dad, maa, bhai, everybody had a face sparkled with the glycerin of jubilation! Then came the google part… eh! Got that right! We were busy googling the diet chart, vaccination, and the Do’s and Don’ts of a new-born puppy. Milk powders pedigrees, and Kennels sworn in within a few hours, the house was now a hustling bustling home! We named her “Frosty”

She wasn’t one of the so-called “Top breeds”, she was “The street’s child”. It hardly mattered though, none of us had a silicone love for the “social stature”. We were not “ Sociomaniacs” (the selfish lot, who symbolize everything as a social stature, even purest feelings) and loved her for what she was!

For the next couple of days, we were self acclaimed vets (until we actually found one) with different permutations and concentrations of food, and as a consequence she was eating more and dirtying floors. Sometimes she would just nimble out a feeble bark and we were up on our feet, taking care of her infant tantrums.  Making baby food at 3 A.M, cleaning things before maa wakes up, playing around in park, dog toys, vaccination and so many other things! 🙂

Within no time she was at her playful best, fiddling around pillows, playful bites and cuddling around with us. 🙂 She started acquiring her territory on the beds and sofas, and then she was always sleeping on my arm with her nose right under my ear. I gave her another name “Buchhi Darling”.


The cute little “Frosty” was now 1-year-old, and she was growing rapidly, a total “Foodie” she was! Ate almost everything, fruits, vegetable, chapatis, with a personal favorite “raw cheese”! A terror she was, amongst other dogs, a valiant and fearless canine! We had some proud Oscar moments, when she shooed away dogs almost double her size! “Badi hi tez taraar hai ye, aajtak aisa doggy nahi dekha”, people used to say…

Whenever back home, she would greet me with a vigor and energy that even the tsunami waves can not fathom. She would restlessly sway her tail dancing to and fro, jumping on me and caressing around with her tongue… I miss that welcome now! 🙁

Everything was going in sync with the “Happily ever after” theme, until we shifted our house. I don’t know the reason, but she was ailing with hide n seek fever since 2 months. Her regular vet would give some vaccinations, and she would be back to normal, but only for 2-3 days. We were really anxious, and then some senseless moron advised us to consult a Veterinary Hospital… I still regret following the advice!

This hospital was a place where even a healthy animal could be the most disease prone! With a herd of ailing street animals under the roof, it could have easily been the most contagious place. We never realized it, until it was too late!

Frosty was being vaccinated almost daily, and her reports showed that the trouble was thickened blood circulation in liver. The doctor said everything will be fine within a few days, it’s not a serious problem. We heaved a sigh of relief, but something else was in the offing!

After 10 days, she wasn’t eating anything!  She was on glucose for over a week, and was very feeble now… She stopped moving, the same frosty who danced all around the house was still, on a prolonged fast. We tried every bit to entertain her, to keep her engaged, to bring back our FROSTY, but all in vain!!

Friday, 19th April around midnight, she came and sat in my lap, I was happy and bemused. Yet there was a strange fear lingering that refrained me from smiling! That night she moved, and went to every family member, as if she was bidding adieu. I didn’t slept, I saw Frosty resting near dad’s feet, which was unusual!

Saturday, 8 AM she started wilting profusely, we rushed her to the hospital, her eyes were closing and we were waiting for the doctor to call us. My brother carried Frosty, she was unusually heavy…

She was lying onto the stretcher now, the doctor examined her and said “IT IS TOO LATE”, my heart skipped several beats! She was dead, my Frosty was NO MORE… I felt like a maniac staring at nothing, breathing heavily with moist eyes, as if I was numb!

I don’t cry easily, but I was not strong enough to hold the flood of emotions that was gushing through my veins. I cried, I wept and I shouted on my helplessness! My brother too was crying, we had to call home, but how!!

Finally I called dad and just managed to say “FROSTY”S DEAD”!! Everybody was at the hospital now, there was a strange homicide silence, while we performed her last rites.

Back home there was a frenzy of emotions, we lost something precious, something which can never be recuperated! There was no one to play around with, no one for pillow fights, and nobody who would greet you like the most sought after creature on the planet earth! Frosty was very-2 special, and she’ll always be!

She left us, leaving behind a vacuum of emotions, feelings and a bag full of cherished moments! I don’t want to regret, for I don’t want her to feel sad wherever she is. It’s 20th April again, and this post is my way to say “WE MISS YOU A LOT FROSTY”!

We’ve never had another pet, just some cute little puppies that we feed! There’s a strange contentment in doing so, something beyond definition!

(S)ach(I)n (R)amesh Tendulkar

“Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don’t know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their television sets and switch off their lives.” – BBC Sports

SIR

At 14, he was a ball boy for the India versus Zimbabwe game during the 1987 World Cup. Around 24 years and 5 world cups later, he is the poster boy of International Cricket!

The subdued 16-year-old boy facing the most ferocious bowlers is now one of the most “Respected” and  “Feared” batsman in the history of world cricket!

Sachin- "Now and then"

Such is his stature that he has been adduced as the “God of Cricket”! Words are sporadic, and sentences too scanty, to define our very own “Little Master”.

The “Tendulkar” can stop time in India, his nervous nineties symbolize an apprehension across the nation. There’s a nerve-wrecking silence, and everything stands still! Eyes glued to the TV sets, and lips synchronizing a pledge to the “Respective Gods“!

The anticipation bypasses any  caste, creed and color, only one religion prevails “Sachinism”! A century at this moment, reinvents the “Proud Indian” with heads soaring high. He’s not just a Cricketer, he’s the dream of a common man! He is what “hope” means to us, and cricket means to me.

This post is dedicated to SIR Sachin’s “World Cup Dream”

I bow to the mastery of this legend, and his superb run in the world cup 2011! I won’t be doing any scratchoscopic analysis, as being a mere mortal i don’t have the right to!

The Flashback!

1998-thunderstorm innings

I started watching cricket when I first saw “Sachin” bat! It’s almost 13 years now, I watch the game “ONLY and ONLY” when the “Master Blaster” is at the crease! It was 1998 Sharjah Cup, India V/S Australia, I still remember how “Tendulkar” bundled the aussies with his fluent “Lofted” sixes of Kasprowicz, Gillespie, Warne, and the likes. He literally smothered the Australian attack to the dismal corners, cajoling India to the emphatic “Qualifiers”!

They say “history repeats itself”! And the one special innings in World Cup quarterfinals from the “Little Master” sent Kangaroos back in their pouch yet again! 😀

The rise of a Phoenix – Lyrically

Tendulkar’s exploits are phenomenal, he’s faced the lethal swingers of Wasim-Waqar, the rippers of Pollock-McGrath, the fireballs of Lee-Akhtar, and the spiralling torpedoes of Warne-Murali with an unbiased and imbibed ease.

His supernova form in the 90’s was just euphoric, and it returns to haunt the bowlers whenever critics pull up their socks against the “Run Machine”. The atheists get their answers when the lethal willow attunes the song of “Leather meets The Heavy Wood”.

To the Bowler:

He’ll walk through the pitch
and send it out of the stadium…

When Leather meets heavy wood

He’ll pull across that heavy bat
and dismantle your poise…

He’ll stand and deliver
the echelons of swashbucklers…

The fielders are gonna run,
In a merry-go-round

And the pitch turns
Into a battleground

Everything’s gonna fall apart,
And the crowd will go berserk

“When Leather meets The Heavy Wood”

P.S – These lyrics are my cherished possession, please DO NOT COPY 🙂


The finesse of a Literary

His stroke play symbolize literature! A mixture of silkened stanza cover drive, a whispering dialect of back foot punch, the colloquial paddle sweep, the synecdoche of a straight drive, and the catharsis of a belligerent pull. He adorns the climaxotic late cut, the hyperbole of a lofted shot, and the euphemism of the upper cut!

I am a writer, can’t help it! 😀

Upper Cut
Paddle sweep
Back foot Punch
Straight Drive

The Humanitarian

A gentleman that he is, “Tendulkar” sponsors 200 underprivileged children every year through Apnalaya, a Mumbai-based NGO associated with his mother-in-law, Annabel Mehta. A request from Sachin on twitter raised 10.25 million through his crusade against cancer for a Cancer foundation. (Source: Wikipedia)

The humanitarian

The Superman

With a stature that he enjoys in the cricket crazy nation, humility is almost impossible.  But that’s what makes this man so special, Impossible ain’t a word for him! He’s been playing for more than two decades now, and has been a true cavalier throughout. Controversies are a rare artifact in his unbelievably long career.

The Superman

I won’t talk about his records, for that’s what every Indian boasts of! 😀 Again I am falling short of words, so I’ll borrow Navjot Singh Sidhu’s ,“Hindustan mein aap Prime Minister pe ungli utha sakte ho, lekin Sachin Tendukar pe nahin” (In India you can question a Prime Minister, but not Sachin Tendulkar) 🙂

A Magnum Opus!

With the ballpark figure of almost every single Indian dedicating this world cup to “SRT”, fellow teammates were equally ecstatic to devote this memorabilia.

If only i was able to express how i felt when “Sachin” was riding on the team chariot through the Wankhede Stadium, with hazy and moist eyes!

I can still fortify the exuberance of a “Little Boy” cuddling his dream, with those jeweled eyes. I could sense those romantic vibes surrounding a young romeo saying “Hey Sweety, you took a long time, but you’re finally mine!!” 😀

The Romeo
The Little Boy

An Ode to the  Master!

This may be his “last World Cup”, or maybe NOT 🙂 ( i want SIR “Sachin” to enlighten our souls forever!) Critics and pessimists may argue over his supremacy, but there’s one thing i am pretty sure of “There is only one SACHIN, and will always be”!

Godliness

“People say they saw Christ walk water…People say they saw Gandhiji win us freedom…People say they walked alongside Buddha ‘The Enlightened One’. I will always say ~~ I SAW SACHIN BAT ~~” 🙂

Yes, we are the world Champs! And i am a very proud Indian and an immensely dignified Sachinist! 🙂

SACHIN……SACHIN!!!!

Shiva – The Immortal Bliss

Last year I went to Triambakeshwara, one of the twelve Jyotirlingas in India, and needless to mention here that it was truly enlivening! It is said that” there is no sacred place like Triambakeshwara, no river like Godavari, and no mountain like Brahmagiri”. I have literally experienced the godliness in the holy shrine. The pious air and chanting of mantras had a strange demystifying calmness! A calmness that cleanses your soul, and purifies your heart with the reiteration of “Om Namah Shivay”…

Triambkeshwar Temple

The highlight of this Jyotirlinga, is its three faces embodying Lord Brahma, Lord Vishnu and Lord Rudra. The Lingas at Trimbakeshwara are covered by a jeweled crown which is placed over the Gold Mask of Tridev (Brahma Vishnu Mahesh). I was lucky to have been there in the auspicious month of “Savana” accompanying a vibrant and rare species of true “Yogis”. Now that the “Mahashivaratri” is here, I thought to pen down the embellishments of the “Sahastranama”

Shiv Linga at Triambakeshwara

The god of the yogis, the self-controlled and celibate destructor, the follower of Brahma the creator and Vishnu the preserver, there are many ways to describe the omnipresent and ubiquitous truth “Lord SHIVA”.

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