Doc treats, Guru heals & musey love happens!

I was listening to 'Meri Bheegi Bheegi Si' - that deeply senti song perfectly rendered by Kishore Kumar when I was inspired to write about my new musey. No, he hasn't broken my heart. But only my fat.

Alright - so announcing the arrival my latest musey :-) :-) :-) my Ayurvedic doctor : Dr. A ! We shall address him as simply 'doc' here :-)

As such, my first few meetings with him didn't yield much, let alone musey love. But my intuition led me to take his guidance.
I took the 10 day panchakarma as per his advice & though i was skeptic initially, it was an eye-opener: what a wonderful detox program ! I loved the pampering, the deep cleansing, the new experience , the suspense of what new treatment each day, etc. I loved every bit of it. Visit http://www.srisriayurveda.in/ for details.
There was this particular treatment called 'Sarvanga Takradhara' - what an awesome feeling of hot buttermilk being poured over your body and massaged - hmmmmm !

So, coming back to musey ;-) One fine day, my treatment started around 7am. By 10am, i realized i was losing it (my friends say, as usual). There was palpitations, sweating, half-conscious state of affairs. I hesitatingly (I don't like eating anyone's head too much, you see) went to doc's kutir. He immediately checked my NADI and said 'I know what is happening. Just close your eyes and relax'.
I kinda knew it was an emergency and thought he would give me an injection or some strong dose of medicine. BUT. BUT. Guess what he did?

He gave me a blessing ! A long deep blessing !!!!
And i was actually OK in 5 mins !

He said, 'Your treatment is over for the day. Pls go to your room and rest' and i promptly did that :P

And yeah, by that time, my new MUSEY had arrived :-))))))

Now, once this happened, the whole course of my treatment changed ;-) There was always the pull of musey love which made it so much more colourful. On the last day, I had to give a dose of my own blessing to my musey. And so, I gave him a short lecture on 'Lean Management' which could be applied ;) (I know what you are thinkin!;)
He was of course fascinated with all that I said AND the way I said it :) He couldn't help but laugh at the various indigenous terminologies that I used. He commented: "You should see yourself in the mirror when you talk". I said, "I know I am fascinating".

This blog is about me, my museys and my modesty. OK? :D

I have spoken/discussed/shown/consulted many many many people about the fat in my physical body. I believe no one has given a more convincing understanding of the issue than Dr. A... And as I lose more fat, I am only grateful to him for having brought back the confidence & health in me :)

Goa and its secrets

Prologue: Very few people can really understand the purity of my musey love. For those who are on this site for the 1st time, would suggest reading the 1st post (down below) - gives a short intro about what a saatvik way of life Museys are :-)

So there was a kinda vacuum after Suchitra Sen.. She remained my musey for a looooong looooooong time... But a few months back, slowly and finally found herself encosened in the that special place in my large heart reserved for ‘Ex-Museys’J

And then the outrage, stress, tension and pressures in life left no room for musey love life to blossom. Or probably the musey had just not come along, as yet! ;-)

Cuz when the Musey arrives, nothing can stop “the feeling” J

Was in Goa recently - as I was selected as an achiever by my employers. 

At the 5-Star hotel where we stayed, there was a gala awards function, followed by high-energy super performance by Sonu Nigam and dancing through the night.. I was having the time of my life and relishing the attention being showered on me.. Awards were being doled out. The crowd was going berserk with excitement. The air was charged with electricity. And then suddenly it happened... ! YES!

Of the 2 people from the top management, this 'Bong Uncle' was representing our principal company. And there was something about this bong uncle! Had never seen him before. Never spoke to him there. But I knew my latest musey had arrived J The connection was too strong to be ignored!  I wouldn’t say “Deewana hua badal” and all that ... Because Musey-love is always a SUBTLE song of the heart ;-) And this time, after a long time, it was a Musey-crush!!!! Ha ha ha ha haa. (Someone asked me: "So whats cooking?". I said, "Boss, its a musey-crush. Not an affair. Duh!)

So the whole evening I couldn’t get my eyes off him. Invariably head would be turned in his direction every few mins ;-) ha ha ha. There were ample opportunities when I could go up and dance with him. But then you know how it is with Museys – shy happens! LOL

And then Maya grips you – I started strongly believing that he also had felt the connection and was looking at me! “Deewane ka naam to pucho....” ... Thank god for the Maya was shattered not very late. 

But I still wanted to dance with him. Started preparing mentally of how it would be made possible... Was evaluating a lot of options. And a lot of co-incidences also :D 

Went to loo. Came back. And he was gone L Now what do you think I would do in the party after that? I left. Went to beach for a walk (yeah I was still holding on to last strands of hope and praying for luck). No such thing happened by grace of Maya-shatterers (yes I only invented this word, ok?).

And so. New day. New hopes. New Maya-shatterers. LOL

Went for breakfast hoping he would join. Or atleast come there. God didn’t disappoint this time J

Smiled and wished him “Good Morning”. After that, became conscious of what I was picking up from the buffet table (like hell he or anybody would care but see how the mind works!). And then suddenly he wasn’t at his table anymore L 

“Dil dhoondata hai phir wohi.....” As I finished my check-out formalities, was walking around the stupendous lobby area of the hotel, talking on phone. Was discovering newer faces of hotel. And guess whom I see? J J J Musey Bong uncle, ofcourse!! 

He was sitting outside alone, reading the newspaper. And he looked up at me, I looked at him. Smiled at each other. Heart was racing. "Kuch Dil Ne kaha.... Kuch bhi nahi...."

 I was busy updating mom and dad about many things. Was gathering courage to go sit with him and strike a conversation. By the time i did that and hung up on the phone, people had already come to sit and chat with him. Thought... “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

My friend kept calling me to beach. I suddenly found an inexplicable urgency to read the newspaper ;-) (Have to keep up-to-date on the outrage, no?). Goa edition of TOI is rather boring. Needs Vineet Jain’s attention. After these profound observations, we all (yes, *all*) set out for the “beach Olympics” which was organized. 

My last chance for show-off! Never mind the blazing sun, I joined the lousy volley-ball team to display my now-evaporated volley skills. After the game, I looked around for congratulatory bonhomie from Musey but was greeted by Maya-shatterers instead. My sun tan went in waste! Gawd! :-(

After walking around aimlessly (trying my best not to look disappointed) , I gave up the search. There was no loss and found property where I could report either. So till I reluctantly left the hotel, eyes were constantly searching for him. But God seemed to have other plans. And I never saw him again.........................

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Epilogue: Every time Maya is shattered, I believe I am closer to my own SELF than ever before :-)

The Suchitra Sen :-)

The legend in her lifetime.

The name invokes nostalgia. Beauty. Talent. Histrionics. Wishful thinking....

One lazy weekend i decided to watch Aandhi. Mom, who is of senti types said - Aah! Aandhi is a boring movie... The poignancy of Tere Bina Zindagi Se Koi Shikawah edged me on... And What-A-Movie that was !!

I was blown away by the Gulzar, Sanjeev Kumar, RD Burman & Aandhi (1975)... But I realized:

My new found musey had arrived! Suchitra Sen !!

Forced my best friend to watch it who hated Suchitra Sen & the movie & had a diametrically opposite view of mine. But hey this is my blog & you'll get to hear my version :)

The movie stood out for its SUBTLETY : the one adjective which i'd like to everything in life to be...

When Sanjeev Kumar & Suchitra Sen meet after years, they realize the love hasn't vanished & all the bickerings of the past seem frivolous. Their longing for each other is depicted so subtlely that I sometimes wish ....

What also stands out is Suchitra Sen's style & grace. She was nearing the end of her career & she had carved out a unique style in her mannerisms & activities which becomes so much more evident in Aandhi where she is portraying the leader of the country.

One amazing trivia that is missed by most people: Suchitra Sen was in her 40s when she shot forAandhi !! In 'Iss Mod Se Jate Hain' & 'Tum Aagaye Ho' she still looks a million bucks. Her grand daughters Raima & Riya can't manage that oomph even in their 20s !

But she was dignity personified in Aandhi. The character of Arti Devi will remain a fav: she had to sacrifice her love & relationship for a higher duty. My friend admonished this theory. Thatsworse than jilting, she concurred. But i can only say: hats off...

Another favourite of Suchitra Sen is Asit Sen directed Uttar Falguni(1963-in bengali) which was re made in hindi as Mamta(1966).. What a stunning performance in a double role! The epic sacrificing suffering mother & the vivacious hip beautiful daughter.. I read somewhere thatSuchitra Sen had mastered the art of projecting the epic sacrificing suffering woman : and it shows, especially in the original bengali version. Her hindi was always accented & Uttar Falgunibrought out the best of her histrionics. 'Mamta'had its poignant moments - Ashok Kumar shows why he was such an amazing actor. The platonic relationship with its moments of oneness between Suchitra Sen & Ashok Kumar is so touching. It doesn't even need a background score to bring in the "feeling". Wonder why Asit Sen didn't make more such movies with her..

No actor/director in these times can achieve to show that kind of emotion on screen.

Suchitra Sen on screen created an awe with her beauty & talent. But what intrigued me more was her decision to move from one end of the spectrum to another.

1979 she withdrew herself completely from the world & became a complete recluse. Nobody other than her family & 1st circle of friends got to hear or see her after that. She also dedicated herself to the Ramkrishna Mission at Belur Math. Even when she was reigning as the super star, she commanded an awe inspiring enigma: THE Mrs.Sen who had very few 'close' associates in the industry.

How could a woman who has been used to endless attention & spotlight for close to 3 decades suddenly give it all up? No explanations given. No after thoughts shared. Just a complete good bye without saying one. What all games would the mind have played? How could she manage to reign it? People today can go to any extent for their 15 seconds of fame under the sun. But here was a lady who had it all going for her but gave it up completely. Not for academic purposes but for my own spiritual evolution I'd like to know how she managed her small mind.

Today as she is a ripe old grandmother, I can only wish her peace, health & happiness.

And love for my current musey, the legendary Suchitra Sen :-)

Sharmila Tagore :-)

I've always considered Sharmila Tagore to be the Most Beautiful Lady, ever. For me, she is beauty, elegance, grace, gorgeousness personified :-)

I remember that she used to be my musey about 8-10 yrs back .. At that time, I'd catch all her movies on the TV.. from the sizzling Aradhana to the stale Dastaan!

So a few months back i happened to watch Sharmila Tagore's movie - 'Morning Walk' and i realized that i was in awe of her talent, beauty & charm ! And it dawned on me that my latest musey had arrived ! ha ha ha ...
And so have been following Sharmila Tagore last 2-3 months(of course on the net :P ).. Though i have my share of grouses against the media, am grateful to them atleast for this ! She was in the Alps for a unique game of cricket in the snow, between veterans, where the Nawab (of Pataudi - her hubbs) was umpiring. She was travelling all over India to promote her marathi movie - 'Samaantar', she was on the jury of the Cannes! , promoted her english movie 'Life goes on' in Mumbai Film Festival, did the UNICEF work, the Censor Board, etc etc .. phew ! I'm so amazed at her multi-tasking at this age !


And For my brother yogi's wedding last week, i wore a half-bouffant as an ode to my current musey !

I have met (rather seen) Sharmila Tagore once: I look back at that day with both pleasure (obvi for having seen her) and disgust cuz i missed that one golden opportunity to go & talk to her! She had come to our Ashram for the 'International Women's Conferemce' in Feb '09. And gorgeous did she look ! - Resplendant in a cream saree, the warmth with which she greeted Bhanu Ma was so touching!
But her status was not that of "current musey" at that time & the dud that i am, didn't walk up to speak to her ! arghhhh. How i cringe in irritation !

The grace with which she carries herself is inspring. She is the ideal "been there, done that" - with her wild ways & rebellious days past her, she is such a mature & elegant lady/actor today.. I dare say that if the Nawab hasn't watched any of her movies, it is a pity !


Before i let this pass, let me relive my fantasy (or desire of whatever!):
I'd meet Sharmila Tagore on the steps of the holy VM (one of the most beautiful places in the world) and my gaze, filled with such deep respect and the vibes which would be exuding such unconditional love that SHE'd be drawn to me like a magnet, intrigued and fascinated ! She'll ask "do we know each other" and the rest, as they say, would be, 'history - of unconditional musey love!' :-)

LOL ! i am so pleased with my own writing !

My Museys

Thats what i'd like to call them.. :-) They have always been the 'interesting' part of my life ;-)
Its really amusing - i mean, they are ! Not many can comprehend the pure feelings of love and adoration that i have for my museys .... i like calling it my 'musey-love life'

I don't want to "try" and describe how i 'feel' for my museys (cuz it can't be described!) but its such a wonderful amazing feeling ! I aint any artist who generally have a muse but i consider myself so blessed ... cuz God has given me this wonderful opportunity to love and adore someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return and praying for their joy and happiness and always being there for them ...

As my Gurudev says,whenever we see beauty, we want to possess it, thus robbing it of all the charm & beauty. But it has not been the case with my museys and hence they have continues to retain a special place in my heart.. I have been happy loving, adoring, admiring them from far !
I write about my museys for 2 main reasons:

a) Have always wanted to chronicle my musey-love-life
b) I want to 'get over' my museys by penning down my thoughts & feelings.

I am using plural here cuz I've had museys since i've been about 12-13 yrs and they change every now and then .. from IK Gujral to my Advance Course Teacher to Sharmila Tagore to my doctors - its been a fascinating journey .. :-)
The musey nature varies - some are celebrities (sharmila tagore), i have met most of them but not everybody (rupert murdoch), some are extremely good looking (sharmila tagore again!) , some are exceptionally talented (maharajpuram santhnam) and quite a few of them have been my teachers (Ms.Sunitha Babugopalan - my 10th std physics teacher!) ...



Life is a ball during the days i have a musey .. but just how do i realize i have one ?!!
1. The "feeling" is unmistakable :-) :-) :-)
2. I google for my musey and keep googling till i get to know all i can about her/him (if the musey is a celebrity)
OR
I call/inquire around everyone i know who could give me SOME info about my musey !

ha ha ha ... it gets funny at times and feverish at other.. but then, its all fair in the 'musey-love life' ! more often than not, everyone around me gets a whiff of the current musey :
1. its in my eyes
2. its everywhere !! (rather i cant stop talking about him/her during that time ;-))

And one fine day u wake up and realize that ur current musey has just become an 'ex' !!! but as i always tell my friends, all my ex-museys have a special place in my heart :-)

So come along and join me on this touching, fascinating & 'musing' journey of my muses :-)