We have a simple goal. To be free. To see what cannot be easily seen.

Our means are also simple. A business in handicrafts exports, photography, travel and adventure.

Our capital is commensurately simple of course- love, courage and persistence.

Our business in handicrafts will export Indian handcrafts, Handlooms and Paintings.

As we travel the photographs shot and the articles written will reach different agencies.

This blog documents the annals of our efforts and a record of the activities of our enterprise – Indian Serenade.

We are a new tune from India serenading into the hearts of people across the globe.

dipple, pinkarbis, siddosidd

An epic adventure of a friend of Indian Serenade

Chandrapal “Chandu” Kaman is a Indian born American who has been granted American citizenship last year. A passionate explorer, he has previously completed a marathon across India and a walk across the United States. Some newspaper clippings of these is available in this page.

Now he plans to fly in an ultralight airplane called a trike over the United States in a six month journey.

A team of photographers and TV crew will track the plane from the ground. Coverage of this trip will be telecast in India as a reality show.

Read More about TRIKING AROUND AMERICA


Chandu

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Thursday, April 3, 2008

Tango

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And I dance

Winter passes by

And the fog bids goodbye

And it is too clear

And so you are not here anymore

It is too clear mon amour mon amour

And so you are not here anymore

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And so I dance

The stars light up the stage

The moon reads a fresh page

One love has passed by

When it becomes too clear they move along

When the fog disappears they just move along

And so I dance to my heart alone.

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If you see me dance

You will be scared

Because I am all flared

I am hot with this dryness the last one left me in

But if you can read the flow of the stream

You will see it is strong like a dream

Don’t be scared, I am a harmless dream.

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And you can dream me every night

Holding me tight in your sweet sleep

And if the day is strange and uptight

Don’t call me unreal and passing

Because I’ll come every night

In your sweet sleep

And I’ll come always if you’ll only let me come in.

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Saumya Roy Choudhury

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