खूप आठवड्यांनी मी परवा रात्री आमच्या एका खोलीत एका पालीला घाईने साईड टेबल च्या मागे अदृश्य होताना पहिले आणि मला नेहमीसारखे तिला शोधून मारून टाकावेसे वाटले नाही...
ऑरवेल खाली लिहतात त्याप्रमाणे टोड सारखे तिचे पण हे मेटिंगचे दिवस आहेत...
कोवीड-१९ पेक्षा पाल जवळची वाटली आणि माझ्या ह्या पृथ्वीवरील अस्तित्वाची जन्मापासूनची साक्षीदार पण...
George Orwell:
“….At any rate, spring is here, even in London N. 1, and
they can’t stop you enjoying it. This is a satisfying reflection. How many a
time have I stood watching the toads mating, or a pair of hares having a boxing
match in the young corn, and thought of all the important persons who would
stop me enjoying this if they could. But luckily they can’t. So long as you are
not actually ill, hungry, frightened or immured in a prison or a holiday camp,
spring is still spring. The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the
police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the
loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the
dictators nor the bureaucrats, deeply as they disapprove of the process, are
able to prevent it.”
(Tribune, 12 April
1946; New Republic, 20 May 1946)
Do Remember They Can’t Cancel the Spring, 2020, by David
Hockney
The 82-year-old British artist’s new iPad works are full of
the joys of spring. Currently living under lockdown in Normandy, France,
Hockney decided to release a collection of his latest paintings to cheer
everybody up in trying times. He told the BBC: “The only real things in life
are food and love in that order … I really believe this and the source of art
is love. I love life.”
