G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”
Shel Silverstein : “Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heart out So you see, There’s really not much left of me.” ~
Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”
Werner Herzog: “We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution.”
John Gray: "Unlike Schopenhauer, who lamented the human lot, Leopardi believed that the best response to life is laughter. What fascinated Schopenhauer, along with many later writers, was Leopardi’s insistence that illusion is necessary to human happiness."
Justin E.H. Smith: “One should of course take seriously serious efforts to improve society. But when these efforts fail, in whole or in part, it is only humor that offers redemption. So far, human expectations have always been strained, and have always come, give or take a bit, to nothing. In this respect reality itself has the form of a joke, and humor the force of truth.”
विलास सारंग: "… इ. स. 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."
Monday, January 31, 2011
On January 31, 2011, I came across this poem of Sadanand Rege (सदानंद रेगे).
(Enlarge/ zoom-in this image in another window to get a better view)
courtesy: 'Akshar Gandharv' (अक्षर गंधर्व) by P S Nerurkar (प्र श्री नेरुरकर), 1987
मला काहीच ऐकायला येत नव्हत.
मीच एक फांदी झालो होतो
नि तिथल्या वार्याबरोबर आंदुळत होतो."
Location: Yasnaya Polyana
Sunday, January 30, 2011
"Om Asva dhvajaya vidmahe, pasa hastaya dhimahi, tanno Suryah prachodayat"
(ॐ अस्व ध्वजय विद्महे
पसा हस्तय धीमहि
तन्नो सूर्य प्रचोदयात)
They say: The Earth could soon have a second sun.
Unlike in CE 1054, India surely will notice and record the event.
But in general have we really learnt to pay attention?
Artist: Bill Watterson, Creator of Calvin and Hobbes who often makes my day because The Asian Age publishes his syndicated cartoon strip.
In case captions in the picture above are not readable:
Calvin: That cloud of stars is our galaxy, the milky way. Our solar system is on the edge of it.
Calvin: We hurl through an incomprehensible darkness. In cosmic terms, we are subatomic particles in a grain of sand on an infinite beach.
Calvin: I wonder what's on TV now.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
2. Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay's "Vande Mataram" sung by Lata Mangeshkar for film 'Anand Math'. (Music director: Hemant Kumar)
3. Vinayak Damodar Savarkar's "Jayostute Shree Mahan Mangale" sung by Mangeshkar siblings
4. Vinayak Damodar Savarkar's "Sagara Pran Talmalala" sung by Mangeshkar siblings
5. "O Mera Rang De Basanti Chola" from Shaheed (1965) Music Director: Prem Dhawan Singers: Mukesh, Mahendra Kapoor, Rajendra Mehta
5. G D Madgulkar's "he rashtra devatanche, he rashtra preshitanche aa chandra-surya nando, swatrantra bhaaratache" (Singer : Rani Verma Music : C. Ramchandra Movie : Gharkul Year : 1970)
Artist: Alan Dunn, The New Yorker, 29 November 1941
p.s. The Internationale is a famous socialist, communist, social-democratic and anarchist anthem.
Monday, January 24, 2011
when season changes,
another birthday comes and goes,
crow that perches on your balcony every day stops doing so without a warning,
neighbourhood friendly cat who trusted you enough to kitten in your house dies,
stray dog you see every day is without a leg one morning,
a booming (and yet soothing) voice that defined your world, however small and insignificant, is silenced...
Not for me, Dylan Thomas's "Rage, rage against the dying of the light".
Instead only the acceptance of, to paraphrase Sadanand Rege (सदानंद रेगे),
"आमचीही वही कोरी होत चाललीय...".
The only consolation:
"भीमसेन कसले मेले? भीमसेन गातचि बसले"
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wikipedia: The 1918 flu pandemic (the Spanish Flu) killed as many as 17 million in India, about 5% of the population.
I haven't read a single book of Philip Roth. Not even the one I have with me- 'The Professor of Desire'!
But I have read tens of reviews of his work.
For FT review of his latest book "Nemesis", Adrian Turpin says:
"Philip Roth’s fifth short novel in five years is a perfectly proportioned Greek tragedy played out against the background of the polio epidemic that swept Newark, New Jersey, during the summer of 1944..."
Although some of us witness some pseudo scares like H1N1 in 2009 in Pune, we cannot even begin to understand what an epidemic does to a society. However, our not-very-distant-forefathers lived in such times.
Sadly, I have not come across many good Marathi books where an epidemic has cast a large shadow.
A few exceptions are C V Joshi's (चिं. वि. जोशी) 'Rahat-gaadagan' (रहाट-गाडगं), Laxmibai Tilak’s (लक्ष्मीबाई टिळक) 'Smritichitre' (स्मृतिचित्रे) and Natyachhatakar Diwakar's (नाट्यछटाकार दिवाकर) monologues.
I am sure there are a few more that I have not read. But not many, not surely in the class of Roth, Joshi, Tilak and Diwakar at any rate.
Pune in 1897 was shaken by the murder of W. C. Rand of ICS by Chapekar brothers. Wikipedia claims that "This action of the Chapekars has been considered the worst violence against political authority seen anywhere in the world during the third plague pandemic."
Maybe but there is no good book- like say Godse Bhatji's (गोडसे भटजी) 'Maza pravas' (माझा प्रवास) for events of year 1857- in Marathi describing that epidemic, to make us relive those times in Pune.
Marathi poet Keshavsut (केशवसुत), 39 - who some consider a great one- and his wife died in a plague epidemic of 1905 at Hubli. He died on November 7 that year. There was some confusion on the exact date of his death. I was touched reading the efforts put in by Natyachhatakar Diwakar ['Samagra Diwakar' (समग्र दिवाकर) edited by Sarojini Vaidya (सरोजिनी वैद्य), 1996] to establish the correct date. (Diwakar himself died of flu at the age of 42.)
Sadanand Rege (सदानंद रेगे), whose brilliance and eclecticism are seldom matched in 20th century Marathi writings, has written a moving poem on this.
(double click on the image to get a larger, readable view)
[courtesy 'Aksharvel' (अक्षरवेल), 'Popular Prakashan' (पॉप्युलर प्रकाशन),1957]
[p.s. last three lines of the poem are from the best poem of Keshavsut 'Zapurza' (झपुर्झा). Just for inventing the word 'Zapurza', Keshavsut for me was an extraordinary talent.]
I said earlier that we cannot even begin to understand what an epidemic does to a society.
Or do we?
TONI BENTLEY: “Cosmetic surgery is now so prevalent that it could qualify as a national epidemic. And under all that Botox — the gateway procedure — as well as the face-lifts and tummy tucks, lies a sinister story, as deep as it is shallow.”
Courtesy: The Spectator
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
What a journey! I wish I were a bullock to participate in it.
A song there asks a question:
"Duniya Banane Wale Kya Tere Man Mein Samaayi
Kaaheko Duniya Banayi"?
Artist: Sam Gross, The New Yorker
(For selection of pictures by Mr. Gross go to Cartoonbank.com by using this link.)
If this is true, the lyricist may want to ask this question:
"If you knew you might not have time to look after it, why did you create it in the first place?"!
Friday, January 14, 2011
कोई गुरखा कोई मदरासी
सरहद पे मरनेवाला
हर वीर था भारतवासी
जो ख़ून गिरा पर्वत पर
वो ख़ून था हिंदुस्तानी
जो शहीद हुए हैं उनकी
ज़रा याद करो क़ुरबानी..." कवि प्रदीप
…heroes need huge obstacles to teach them what they must know in order to achieve the victories demanded of them.
Despite all the patriotic American nonsense about the "greatest generation", (Antony) Beevor shows that there were remarkably few heroes. There were rarely "more than a handful of men prepared to take risks and attack," he says; most men just wanted to get home in one piece and "somebody else to play the role of hero". Surveys showed that if a few broke ranks and fled, the rest would follow; in most engagements, as many as half never fired a shot.
This could be true of Panipat 1761 too but the important thing is there were "few heroes". And today is the day to remember them one more time. Let us also not forget their mounts- ponies, elephants, camels, bullocks...(read a related post here).
Remembering those who died 250 years ago today on Makar Sankranti day January 14 1761 at Panipat whose great valour was praised in lofty terms by none other than the enemy who vanquished them...
They made the supreme sacrifice NOT in the name of
but, maybe unwittingly, to preserve the idea of tolerant, pluralistic, multilingual, multiethnic India...
Read a related post that was written to mark the beginning of the anniversary year on January 15 2010 here.
Joseph Campbell: "A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself. ”
Artist: Pablo Picasso
(Ignore the name of the artist for a moment and look at the picture again.
Isn't it still deeply moving?
Don, Sancho, bright sun, high ideals, dreams, castles, princesses, mounts, spear, shield, windmills...Who is to say victory or defeat?
I still remember my confusion reading Mahabharat that when Yudhishthira reaches the heaven he finds Kauravas who were killed in the battle- and not his brothers who died during the journey- having good time.)
Monday, January 10, 2011
George Orwell:”The only true test of artistic merit is survival.”
“Sangeet Saubhadra” (संगीत सौभद्र) by Annasaheb Kirloskar (अण्णासाहेब किर्लोस्कर), the greatest Marathi entertainer of 19th/20th century combined, completed 125 years of its staging on November 18, 2007. Read more about it here.
(The only rivals of these two are Loknatya /Tamasha performed by the likes of Dada Kondke दादा कोंडके among a few others.)
Sangeet Manapman (संगीत मानापमान) was first staged on March 12 1911.
I have yet to hear a better music album than that...and one of the best songs ever 'Prem Seva Sharan' (प्रेम सेवा शरण) sung by Asha Bhosle (आशा भोसले) and earlier her father Dinanath Mangeshkar (दीनानाथ मंगेशकर)... (My father wrote the first biography of Mother Teresa in Marathi. Its title: 'प्रेम सेवा शरण' 'Love, Service, Surrender')
Writer- Krushnaji Prabhakar Khadilkar कृष्णाजी प्रभाकर खाडिलकर
Music- Govindrao Tembe गोविंदराव टेंबे (Read a post on him here.)
Cast- Joglekar जोगळेकर , Ganpatrao Bodas गणपतराव बोडस...Bal Gandharva बालगंधर्व
Baldanharva's only daughter died on the morning of March 12 1911 but the show went on...
Following is from one of the best Marathi books of 20th century that also won Sahitya Akademi Award in 1958: 'Bahurupee' ('बहुरूपी') by Chintaman Ganesh Kolhatkar (चिंतामण गणेश कोल्हटकर), first published October 1957.
Krushnaji Prabhakar Khadilkar
K P Khadilkar's hand writing
Friday, January 07, 2011
I found some parts of it very good.
You can read it on Google books here.
Go to page 12 and read it from "How did we get here?" to the end of page 14 (In physical book it is from page 6 to page 8)..."because home was coming to me":
"...I grew up in Hong Kong at the time when it was the most unbridled freemarket economy in the world. There were no rules, no taxes (well, eventually there was a top-rate tax of 15%), no welfare state, no guarantee of healthcare or schooling. The ugly edge of no-rules capitalism was everywhere apparent. Shantytowns sprawled halfway up the hillsides. But the ways in which capitalism created growth and wealth were everywhere apparent too.
Refugees from communist China swam, crawled and smuggled themselves into Hong Kong in every imaginable way, and they regularly died in the attempt. What they were trying to get to wasn’t the place so much as the system. So the system must be something of extraordinary power. Even a child could see that. You could see it mainly in the sheer speed of change. It was a regular event to go round a corner and experience the jolt of not knowing where the hell you were, because some regular landmark had disappeared.
At that time, Hong Kong was like an experiment, a lab test in free-market capitalism. Britain seemed much slower, more cautious, more regulated, warier of change. But in the three decades after I left Hong Kong, it was as if there were a kind of reverse takeover, in which Hong Kong’s rules took over the rest of the world. The unbridled and unregulated operation of the free market became the new normal.
It wasn’t so much that this version of capitalism won the argument as that it won by sheer force: countries that had adopted it were growing their economies faster than those that weren't. You can't accurately measure subjective changes in the texture of people's experiences, but you can measure growth in GDP, and the evidence from GDP was irrefutable. With Ronald Regan in power in the US and Mrs Thatcher in power in the UK, a Hong Kongite version of free-market capitalism took over the world. I couldn't go home again, but in some important respects it made no difference because home was coming to me..."
It's interesting some people want a "work permit" system for Mumbai, a kind of 'visa' for Indians.
Apart from being certain about rampant corruption- Octroi like- indulged by the natives, one can imagine what might happen to migrant workers in such a setup:
"They, huddled masses and wretched refuses from the picture below, will swim, crawl and smuggle themselves into Mumbai in every imaginable way, and they will regularly die in the attempt."
Maybe it will be the last chapter in Hong Kongisation of this country.
Artist: William O'Brian, The New Yorker, March 17 1973
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
"“From this date, these coins (denomination of 25 paise and below) shall cease to be a legal tender for payment as well as on account,” the finance ministry said, adding that the minimum denomination coin acceptable for transaction will be 50 paise from July."
"...At present, stainless steel costs more than Rs 3,000 a tonne, which has made even Rs 1 and Rs 5 coins vulnerable to being melted down for profit.
Officials said the shortage in coins was mainly because smaller denominations were being melted down to make razor blades.
“These blades are sold in small villages as well as smuggled out for sale in neighbouring countries such as Bangladesh, Myanmar and Nepal,” they said.
Apparently, a Rs 5 coin can be melted to yield six blades, which are sold at Rs 2.50 each..." (This explains why those thick Rs.5 coins have suddenly disappeared from Pune market for almost a year now.)
This govt sponsored coin-cranage may be a good idea but I cannot help miss all those glorious coins of denominations that will soon become extinct. (Read a related post तानी मावशीचे दोन आणे.)
Sunday, January 02, 2011
I of course heard this ball-by-ball on our PYE valve radio. (One of the commentators probably was Suresh Saraiya.)
The best Indian writer, for me, on Cricket, Rajan Bala has talked about Vishy's innings in his book "All the Beautiful Boys" 1990:
"...It was the only time I have seen a fast bowler in a Test match resort to bowling to widish bouncers in order to prevent a batsman getting a single. The West Indians wanted to deprive Vishy of his second century in two Tests and get at Chandrasekhar, the last man. They succeeded. That was Andy's (Roberts) ultimate tribute to Vishy..."
See the complete score-card, which will never record the romance above, here.
And then of course we just had this:
See the complete scorecard of that match here.
(scorecard images courtesy ESPNCrickinfo)