Once upon a Black Horse

The Kala Ghoda Arts Festival is an annual festival, a vibrant street festival, usually around nine days long, held in late January or early February, in the Kala Ghoda area of South Bombay aka Mumbai. Kala Ghoda is a precinct or district in South Mumbai, and the name means Black Horse. [Kala- Black; Ghoda-Horse]; A reference to a black stone statue of King Edward VII (as the then Prince of Wales) mounted on a horse. Although this statue was removed in 1965 to storehouses of the Bhau Daji Lad Museum (formerly the Victoria & Albert Museum (Mumbai)) in Byculla, Central Mumbai, the name persists. The statue is now in the Jijamata Udyan in Byculla.

I had heard a lot of happenings were occuring in Kala Ghoda but had to miss them till I got a chance; once in three years of my Mumbai life. But it was worth. Every day promises an exciting range of different activities in different field of art. Reaching there was a tiresome job, but my Yamaha; she was great through the snail slow traffic and I read the board saying... My Jaw dropped when I saw the artistic imaginations getting live. Some people even took the event to describe the Dubbawalla’s vehicles. A closer look at them even made more interesting.
A sack full of used shoes. We would give them an obnoxious stare. But these people had the imagination of putting them together.
They even represented the dirtiness of the city with a statue of a mosquito.
They had no reason not to try their hands on a Mercedes bonnet!
...and even on our favorite Amby
I even thought for a second if I should quit smoking.. 
Reaching home I even tried something by my own while describing the scenes to my room-mates.

Courtesy (info): wikipedia
Images: From my Nokia N-73

Bafflement of tounges

I was staying with my uncle in Mumbai.

One fine morning picked up the landphone...

A cute sound “Hello”, I thought who would be this.. Its soo cute..

“Hello”.... I got up from my day dreams of dating her, took an English (UK) accent “yya”

“mala saka sangla thuka satellite radio dish.. kya sangla.. %*&^..kutla thumee”

I thought she was shaking a vase with some smooth pebbles in it... it took me sometime to recogonise that it was Marathi Language*

My whole UK accent went for a toss, “I English janta hu... hai... ho, You English”

I could imagine her face now. As I was imagining she told something more which i couldn't concentrate. She shot again a ‘Hello’ and my Hindi tounge came out to act and I uttered a simple word “Hah Bolo”. She got fed up or she couldnt have words to describe the reason why she called and said “Hhh....Thankku”

Only thing that hummed in my ears was the sound of the phone disconnected.

Sorry my unknown friend. Or was she was also feeling sorry, I dont think so.

* No hard feelings , they may be thinking of Malayalam (my tounge) the same way.

Tail piece: I am damn sure that she is not stupid as one of the workshop guy whom I consulted with my bike on the way to the office. Told him to check the air in my rear tyre as I was feeling something funny while driving. Cruised pass him hearing the solution, “Petrol tho barabar hai na tank mein”. Even now I bow the head with whole heart respect whenever I pass his edifice.