CHERISH with HARISH

Puttur Diaries April, 2014 The beginning I had been diagnosed with brain hemorrhage in AIIMS in Delhi and things were not moving the way they should have been. Not for me, not for Kamaan, and sadly, for anything. Was really nice was that I had some people around who loved me and cared for me. Firstly it was people like Tushar, who was somehow really involved with my work, thanks to the woman who was always with me: My mother. Always supportive, always helping and suffering with all the journeys I had been sadly a part of. So we reach this place called Puttur miles away from Delhi, and periods away from a condition I was in. Pa was working in this organisation, letting people getting admitted in it and hence, he had got an accommodation in the village, which somehow reminded me of the way the British officers would come to India, long ago. They would come, reach this beautiful place called India and explore. More than the place, they would look inside and explore themselves. This is

(Based on my stay at this minute village in AP called Puttur and the explorations which surround the stay... Have been writing and it has been fun) The little boy in the village, is not that little. He is lost in issues which are not his own, gone in questions, which have answers , he does not know of, faces, he is not very proud of, legs he does not want to show the city people, or maybe the other village people, or maybe tastes he does not love, or maybe he knows, could have been better, or may be much better, The little boy in the village, is not that little.

Puthur, (between Hyderabad, Chennai and Bangalore): Loving the food, watch kharishsingh.blogspot.blogpot.com or Mycrowthinking.blogspot.com for more :) I like the fact that Kamaan has a boy who works at some cafe, another boy who earns from dance, a couple of students who teach tuitions, all this doing with doing the present play at Kamaan, which is beautiful. Ho Kamaan :) Loving the awesome telugu food (attus/ dosas, idlis and the awesome vadas. Heavenly!) Loving every part of this village, it is just beautiful, plain beautiful. Writing Gokul :) I am loving every bit about it. ..........................................

Not all people who can float, can swim... only a few can swim... Very few can :)

5:05 am It has been a nice morning to freedom. Madella has been dead for a long time. RIP Balu Mahenndra and the country has been busy with wars on Telengana I too have been sadly busy with those disputes. Yesterday, on Valentine's the MP's have clashed in the Parliament, in households busy with little disputes. I have been losing consciousness on issues which I have been losing on issues which I have been losing on, which are not mine. I got an ambulance to home and Ma and Tushar got it home. Meanwhile, I have questions to doctors and nurses and they have supposed answers to me. We have been moving positively in a direction positively! We are moving for a vacation to the south with dad, for a shoot, with dad, and re-working on my memory and on a play. All cool!