I came across my this particular post after a considerable time. I must have read it 100 times while editing it. Even after publishing I have edited it to my satisfaction. Satyendra Dubey is my most ‘closer to the heart’ post. Not because I wrote it well. I almost only synchronized all the information that […]
I like this date, 22nd February. It is the date of first day of my first job. That was 15 years back. I joined Dabhol Power Project, at that time though a big thing for me, I was incapable of scaling the significance of the project to the infrastructure plans in Maharashtra or the impactful […]
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All AAP members especially ministers are hopeless. They travel in second hand cars and talk about system where public transport will be so crowd free and uncomplicated that even ministers can travel regularly they say. Is this why you joined politics? To be part of ‘Janata’ class?
I know signing petitions and all is doubtfully helpful. Yet as a sincere but not much hopeful attempt, I have a petition for you to sign. My father served on this ship as a seaman and so followed the recent news of Maharashtra governments decision to scrap sale the INS Vikrant. When the decision was […]
Jhing Chik Jhing is a wonderful Marathi movie I got to see recently. Released in 2009, I had not heard of this movie starred by Bharat Jadhav, Madhavi Juvekar, Chinmay Kambli and Dilip Prabhavalkar. Though this movie has got awards and all but probably it wasn’t heavily promoted at the time of release which has become an unavoidable thing if you want people to watch it. A wonderful movie which has gone without mass viewing is not just a movie maker’s loss but viewer’s loss too. In case of Jhing Chik Jhing it is.
This is a story of a farmer and his small family and how they struggle to keep their head just above the water. Daily living is already a great effort when Mauli (Bharat Jadhav) gives up on life. When it is confirmed that the debt will swallow his house and land he decides to end it. Because the parent’s cannot imagine that their children can survive the brutality of the life past them, they decide to end their children’s life as well. Shyam, the school going kid overhears this conversation, sees a hope to save the family when he hears of a school competition.
More than the story, the movie is made real by the performances of the actors. Bharat Jadhav, Madhavi Juvekar, Chinmay Kambli and Aarti More make a so much real life farmer’s family. So many daily needs they manage and do without but never without love, fondness and bonding with each other. This is told very tacitly making it the most beautiful thing of the movie. Bharat Jadhav has performed the unwise farmer and affectionate but helpless father, with so much conviction. Kids are amazing and I love the Nagpuri dialect of Marathi, have never got enough of it until now and yearning to listen more, it is very sweet.
Today, everyone’s life is a challenge but life is becoming impossible for some and we are very indifferently aware of it. We forget it completely in our distressed period which is still a luxury if it is not a shelter, food, clothing and water crisis. A cotton producer has to keep postponing to buy new clothes for his kid. Something very wrong needs to be straighten here.
National Anthem of India
Jana-gaṇa-mana adhināyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhātā
Pañjāba Sindhu Gujarāṭa Marāṭhā
Drāviḍa Utkala Baṅga
Vindhya Himācala Yamunā Gaṅgā
Ucchala jaladhi taraṅga
Tava śubha nāme jāge
Tava śubha āśiṣa mānge
Gāhe tava jaya gāthā
Jana gaṇa maṅgala dāyaka jaya he
Bhārata bhāgya vidhāta
Jaya he, jaya he, jaya he
Jaya jaya jaya, jaya he
Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people,
Dispenser of India’s destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindhu, Gujarat and Maratha,
Of the Dravida and Odisha and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
mingles in the music of Yamuna and Ganga and is
chanted by the waves of the Indian Ocean.
They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
Thou dispenser of India’s destiny.
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
In my school days national anthem was part of everyday prayer without any exemption. Yet when it was asked to write down the anthem once, in a test for Moral Science, I forgot a line in between. Desperately, I tried to mentally recite the national anthem but just couldn’t get that one line even after several attempts. It is still a very frustrating memory about my weak memory that I could not write correctly what I sang every day. I think if I had sung the anthem knowing each and every word, this wouldn’t have happened. I don’t even remember of somebody explaining the words, do you? The anthem that describes the beauty of components of India is a mystery till date for many Indians with 22 diverse languages spoken in the country. How we are not bound to forget any of the stanza if while memorizing it, it never touched our heart strings?
Then comes this mail/post in the internet times questioning about who is the Dispenser of India’s destiny. It accuses Guru Rabindranath Tagore of writing this poem in praise of King George V of England and in return bagging a Nobel Prize for himself. The common sense part I feel missing here is if this was indeed written for George V, the King must have illusions about himself to believe any of the word in the anthem is for him. Really, all this parts of India and Indians are praising you for what? Looting our wealth and priceless heritage consistently, oppressing , ruling and thinking very low of us ? Or did he love false praises like many of our today’s politicians?
Our National Anthem written by Guru Rabindranath Tagore in 1911, then just a song at that time of its creation is written in half Bengali and half Sanskrit. The Bharat Bhagya Vidhata here is the God, a force, an energy that is shaping the destiny of our country. 100 years on we should had a deliberate efforts to explain and educate people on the National Anthem. Otherwise how will it be different from any other holy chant, that we should be afraid of its sanctity and never love it for what it is?
Also those who still think that the dispenser of India’s destiny is unexplained, you can give a new definition to it in the new times. Let us participate and be the destiny shapers of the country, thank in gratitude to those who have been striving, dying while building the country. We pray for you, victory, victory, victory to thee.
The jigsaw pieces then fall in the right place.
Translation of Anthem, source : Wikipedia
I found I found I found…the place where you get a meal at Rs.12 in Mumbai. It is exactly at the same food corner you get hot sizzling Birbal ki Khichdi and the yum Khayali Pulao. Now I know of these places because I’m a frequent customer here and these are my favorite dishes. And how come Politicians wouldn’t know these places; they are the owners and the original cook who invented them. Along with this very authentic khichdi and Pulao, the place is also very well known for serving traditional Maharashtrian delicacies like ‘Bolachich Kadhi, Bolachach Bhaat and Manatle Mande’. Those who haven’t heard of these dishes, these are awesome recipes that don’t need either ingredients or cooking time just like the above Pulao and Khichdi.
The latest Rs. 12 and Rs. 5 food is the umpteenth Marie Antoinette our politicians have committed. Sometimes these comments make you wonder if Marie Antoinette is a yardstick that is falling short for measuring insensitivity in the newest century. Even if you think of a sleaziest, cheapest food joint that is born to earn some profit, you cannot cook a rice and daal khichdi at this price at home. It has to be without tomato (Rs40-60 kg) and Onions(Rs. 30 kg). And without any other veggies, the cheapest one costing Rs. 15 for 250 gms. Even sunflower oil now costs more than Rs. 100 per litre if groundnut oil at Rs. 200 is what you should give up totally. In anyway it is never projected as a cholesterol free oil. There is subsidized cooking gas, the subsidy of which is getting trimmer and trimmer. Tell about rubbing salt on our wounds but salt is not cheap too, awaiting and wanting another salt satyagrah. Thank God, in our country most people don’t have bad addiction like that of fruits, dry fruits and milk. Milk, we need for tea but that’s it!!!
To be fair, people are not dying hungry, not in metro like Mumbai. You get free khichdi sponsored by various groups in slum areas. Lot of NGO’s provide daily breakfast to the street children, idli-chatni, Samosa-pav, Vadapav. The cost of which have doubled in the last 6 years alone but these dishes are now promoted to food from a snack. Occasionally, people distribute wholesome meals that includes a sweet dish commemorating days like in remembrance of their loved ones, celebration of newborns or a religious ritual that needs blessings of deprived ones and this doesn’t even cost Rs. 12. The question is, does that make for an appropriate living for a human being? Would you let kids at your home have Vada-Pav and Samosa-pav every day?
I get pessimistic at the thought of future of our current conditions. They say that the poverty line is withdrawing. To the contrary, I feel in my childhood I heard stories of how a really poor child studied hard and became a Prime Minister of our country, that one being Mr. Lal Bahadur Shastri. The old times not only had rooms but earnest teachers in their schools for accommodating those who sincerely wanted to learn. To sincerely wanting to learn, they had role models of magnanimous personalities in the first place. Now there is no space for downtrodden in prestigious colleges, the cut-off percentage being 90-100 percent or a huge sum of donation. Many rags to riches story happen even today but the means is no longer education or a slow consistent and hardworking path. Education is nothing about thirst for knowledge and blah blah. The kids going to municipality schools cannot read, write or calculate even when they reach senior secondary. The only option they think of making it big is the glittery world of show business, reality shows on small screen or small quick money businesses mostly illegal ones. Kids who witness power of money winning in every field of life – why do we suppose they would wish anything else?
And yesterday I woke up to this wonderful news of Mr. Mayappan getting clean chit from BCCI. It was pretty obvious from the start people, Damadji’s of our country never do anything wrong, you see. At the time of matrimonial alliance itself we check about them that they don’t have any bad habits like betting, fixing etc. At least on that news we can cheer and continue experiencing the nail biting moments of T -Twenty. After all it is not like watching an already written and directed soap serials of today, is it?
I’m a latecomer to watching this fantastic movie Dhobi Ghaat by Kiran Rao but better late than never. Post movie I felt I just read a novel. In the beginning of one you are so sure you are detachedly reading a story. However by the end, the story has gripped you, close watching the ups and downs of characters has become such an interesting job that when it is done a void surrounds you and numbs your thought process for some time.
This one doesn’t have a start and finish story, just some events in life of the center characters and normally I really get mad at artsy, documentary style movies because some narrators feel victorious in highlighting the most bizarre and sad part that can lead you to depression. The daily survival lifestyle of Mumbai is the most tempting background for them all but to try and reach to the soul of this part of the world you need to be a hardcore believer in goodness.
Dhobi Ghaat revolves around relationship between Shai(Monica Dogra) and Arun(Aamir Khan), Shai and Munna(Prateik Babbar) and Arun and Yasmeen Noor(Kriti Malhotra). Of this, Yasmeen Noor is just a name on a video diary of a previous tenant of the flat that Arun, a painting artist, has newly shifted into. He has discovered the tapes while arranging the flat for himself. A woman Arun will never meet. Shai (investment banker turned passion photographer) and Munna’s (a laundryguy) story got me thinking, do we really have such thing as free will in modern times? An unseen class barrier is more effective than a loud protesting parent in meeting of minds.
But it’s the small details that made me grin too many a times. Each and every small character makes their presence known without overdoing it. The kaamwali bai and her daughter that Yasmeen is shooting, Agnes- Shai’s help who frowns at friendly treatment to a laundryman and brings his tea for him in a glass, the houselady who agrees to Shai taking Munna’s pictures at her home not before giving a vicious look and making her displeasure very evident, etc. The body language were so perfect as if of real life people.
After watching the first tape by Yasmeen, Arun is on a high (a contrast to last few years of shunted living), looking at and discovering the same world anew through her eyes. The sadness he first feels on knowing Yasmeen’s, a stranger’s pain, the shock and feeling of utter helplessness Arun goes through after watching Yasmeen’s third tape, Aakhiri chitthi, is an example that humanity is capably at par with divinity.
A must watch movie if you haven’t. Like a good novel, this movie will entice you even if you are a latecomer like me.