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Advert of the year !

Every once in a while, comes an ad that shakes you up, give goosebumps-  goosebumps of joy and delight. And draws you to watch it, again and again! This cleverly made ad, without a doubt, gets my  vote for it as the ad of the year. Join me in enjoying this beautifully made ad, with an enigmatic smile, a nudge, and a fast paced ending! Kudos to #audi  The #audi#advertisement that says it all: The lady’s monalisa smile keeps you guessing till the very end ; and the ad doesn’t say a word, yet says it all. Hurrah for the women of Saudi Arabia, and hurrah for #women the world over… Lets grab our #audi s too, and revel in the taste of freedom behind the wheel. Let the #audi take all women places, give them wings, to wherever they want to fly! Regards Aina Rao, the ambling indian www.amblingindian.com – Quirky reads on India and...

Train-tracks in a pickle

Traintracks in a pickle Wonder why railway lines exist, if only to be used sparingly? As they say in hindi “aachar daalna hai kya”? ” are they to be made a pickle out of, never to be used”? The case in point is the Carmelaram to Yeshwantpur, or rather, Hosur to Yeshwantpur track. A wonderful route , which could save time, traffic , pollution and so much more for so many commuters that it belies beleif. It cuts across the city from the South East to the North West. It has a journey time of less than 40 mins, which would otherwise take multiple cars about 2 hours each. But then, belying belief, the track is used by a Demu ( or a local train), only twice in the day. Once in the morning and once at night. Wow– having such a wonderful route, lying barely used . If you had to reach Yeshwantpur from the southside, a train every 30 minutes on this route would be such a blessing. Cutting the traffic and the chaos by far. But, no such luck – you ask the MLA and he blames the State Govt. Ask the State Govt and they blame the Central Govt -since the railways belong to them. Ask the Central govt and they might ask you to go jump or go to Japan, to ride their bullet trains. But we will stay this way. Sad isn’t it. Such is the sad state of Karnataka anyway. Everything, to become functional, has to have a morcha or a dharna staged. Maybe the new CM @HDKumaraswamy will take note this time....
Jab we met- again!

Jab we met- again!

Last night, I told my little girl a story. It has been our ritual for years. She gets ready for bed, I massage her feet, and then tell her a story. She loves it. I love it too. Just that, so many years have passed, that the bag of stories has almost been emptied. Every time she asks for a story, and I ask the same question” Do I have a bhandaar of stories?” , to which, comes the same reply, always “Yes !”. And so, mining from memory, and having exhausted Panchantra, Amar Chitra Katha, Tintin, and the regular ones , and my own created story trunk ,I find Bollywood movies are the next best bet. ( They are long enough to keep the kid enthralled , and since the kid sees many more American and Japanese shows, a bit of Hindi is much needed anyway!) And so, every night, I think up of a popular one – usually a comedy. Malamaal weekly, Hangama, Anda Apna Apna,and so on.. Even so, with the popular list getting exhausted, and my own creativity also running low at times, there are some moments when inspiration strikes. And last time was one such. Jab we met! What about that ? Such a cute movie, technically a romance, but woven around trains, journeys, life and more. And train journeys being my favourites too – why didn’t I do this earlier? But, never too late. I went through the plot- Aditya, the rich , jilted, and depressed businessman tries to end his life on a train journey to Delhi. On the train, he meets...

From the Virushka Wedding

From the Virushka Wedding Of late, i have been watching a lot of the snippets released from the Virat- Anushka wedding. Not that one is into celebrity gossip ( thats never me !) but just out of curiosity, now that the headlines are so glaring and unavoidably staring at one and all ,from every social media channel… And so, here are the ambling indian’s snippets or nuggets of wisdom on the whole do-da… 1. The wedding was very discreet- at least , it was meant to be, until the media got a whiff of it. In complete contrast to the regular Big fat Indian wedding, there was no show-sha before; with the couple even denying the whole plan.. 2. It was very classy- the venue in Italy @BorgoFinocchieto,, one of its kind, the flowery decor( made of elegant pastel roses )and the pictures, spoke of class and again, discreet spending. Never mind that it only cost about 13 lakhs a night.. the designer @devikanarain and the photographer are known for their classy wedding designs, so hats off to them and the celebrity couple for keeping it that way, not garish, no loud helicopters showering confetti or trumpets blowing loudly- but simply put, simply classic. 3. No dowry exchanged hands- Now this is a conjecture, but can you imagine the parents of Virat asking Anushka’s parents for a couple of millions, in exchange for their precious son and their wedding expenses? Just since he is the no 1. in Indian cricket? In fact, the whole thing seemed to be planned by the couple, with the parents really playing to their loving...
Glory be to Glasgow

Glory be to Glasgow

The seasons of change… The seasons have changed again and, this time, I am back to gorgeous Glasgow and to Scotland , after a long, long time.. Memories jog back as i walk across the Queen’s park, breathing in the autumn chill, enjoying the sunny day, feasting my eyes on all hues of autumn leaves and barren trees, with the sun streaming through. Seems like ages.. almost eons ago…when I walked across the same park with mum and baby.. three generations who strolled together, enjoying the same autumn hues, the meandering walks on sunny days, across to the lake where we fed the swans small bits of bread. And nothing much has changed since then, for the same swans ( or maybe the next gen of them) is cackling aloud, scrambling for pieces of bread, as another family – a grandmum, a mother and her young one feed the birds, the young one jumping with joy as a piece of bread is caught; dexterously, by yet another swan.. Its another delight to see that nothing much has changed over the many years; the same Glasgow Glasshouse with its collection of flowers, the reptile house, and the highest looking point that sees over the city. Fond memories flood back again.. It is time for the meandering walk across the beautiful park that i have come back to.. carrying many beautiful memories of the past, spent in this city.. Glory be to Glasgow – may it never change; may it always be a beacon of steadiness in this ephemeral world … Regards Aina Rao The amblingindian. www.amblingindian.com – for more quirky reads...

From demonetisation to demobilisation

From demonetisation to demobilisation… Love it or hate it – Demonetisation in all its glory has spoken . Along with this masterstroke, I wish though, that Mr Modi had created another one. The one of demobilisation. Now what on earth is meant by that big term… de..mobi.. lisation. Putting it in very simple terms- all it means, dear reader- is that- the way Mr Modi, the Indian PM, has stopped people from using cash and pushed them online- I wish, somehow, that he would stop people from using mobiles too, and cajole them towards the written word. In a very non- destructive way that is. No need to burn piles of mobiles here, just ask people to send messages or mails explaining what they want, instead of calling up at all odd times, especially targeting the times that you are brushing your teeth, or having a bath, or having stuffed your mouth with a particularly crunchy piece of food … And  what are you supposed to do when that happens? Pick it up and mumble your way through the conversation with lots of embarassing background noise… Return the call immediately after, by which time the other fellow might have gone for a bath,or be brushing his teeth, or have his mouth full of a pizza slice.. I mean, how, are you supposed to  know , apart from telepathy? Send an sms stating- busy, please message me. To which there will invariably be no reply. Anyway, wasn’t that obvious- the fact that the phone didn’t get picked up meant that the person was busy , right ? But that wouldn’t...