CD, papa i missss you. Remember how we fondly would bitch about all those girls who'd go to a vatacha zaad, tree & tie a string in your name. You NEVER married anyone. However all your girl fiends hallucinated being married to you, something that drove you faaaar away fm them. They didn't learn to leave you free.
Every Vata pornima i remember how u'd call, "Mama today is vat pornima, don't meet me, don't make fun of my girl firends ok, i too won't also bitch about them. They are going to starve," and we'd laugh..."aai ga. Mama what to do? how to stop them?" finally we'd conclude they are such a waste to lose one's mind & sleep over. I'd tell him, Papa I am going to tip-off friends of trees against your girlfriends. They all need to be arrested "karan tya zadala ghatta avaltat." They tie the tree so tightly in the name of CD, that they choke the tree ya.
Vata savitri pornima was one of the most entertaining day for my bachchu, Papa & me. It was actually traumatic for papa because all the things he despised; that which women should NOT do, his girl friends would end up doing. causing him much distress. He never acknowledged them publicly, these girls shared one space of the remaining in his life. So he never tolerated them trying to display brazenly that they actually shared his life, when no one could claim that. Women are diffuclt species & they find it tough to understand these things about males, wc cuts across all race -animals, bords, humans.
Each person close has some space in that man's life. No claimants. So when husbands actually expect their women wife, mother, MIL, etc to fast & do this kadwa thing, it's a hypocritical act on their part. They are actually lying. This is just an act they want on the part of the women married in their life to claim it. They don't appreciate it otherwise. Why then do they indulge in such rituals? They do not appreciate public display of affection or even signs on part of their wives to show they are a coupple, but Karwah chauth, is a must.
Now Papa's gone, 2 years since his death. DO these women still go & tie the string around vata tree? Do they still fast? Do they still compete with each other to want such a man as their husband in every birth, despite the fact he was UNMARRIED? sad...pathetic...the women suffocated Papa when he was alive wt their antics, shamed him actually, it was just that he had a wonderful sense of humour & that saved him...our total bitchy cynicism that kept our wit going without losing it...miss you CD/Papa
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
My Blog, my rants, my thoughts
Firstly, i am born free in a country that upholds democracy & believes in freedom of speech, thought & expression. Those wanting to read this blog are doing at their own FREE will. Please get going & move on, shut it or turn a blind eye. Why are you reading? What holds you to my blog? Your free will.
Now people luuv to write crap. Most welcomed, that also has a certain value especially if they are their own thoughts on their own personal page. But when these crap thoughts are posted on someone else's blog as reaction...cha cha cha, you've crossed all lines of decency. Thanks i will tell the person, you've helped me to arrive! I've landed it means!
Also when one is sooooo itchy, leaves a nasty remark, have bloody I'd say f**&^%$# balls to leave thy name. Why is thou art so fearing? Of what? Whence shall thy get the required strength? Did none tell thine these British words and lang is now redundant...for the archaic lang thinkers like the one who has left a comment it means its NO more in active spoken or written use.
so in case anyone has any problem, i'm sure all have a bad hair day or bad day, bad weather day...not necessarily, but some seem to have it ALWYAS, they kindly FO fm this page & the blog entirely. It is NOT meant for these dukhi atmas. Sad souls who are angry about the world in general.
Also, the commentor seems to have taken my blog personally. Also it ain't a grouse or rant. Someones' gaffe is my humour?? haha this person doesn't understand wit, intelligent wit dear. Also is it a gaffe, i'm no judge. Yes, i've called it bad english but does saying, 'are we on the same page' a gaffe? Well intellectual accepts it as a gaffe. hahahaha....
such fun, i always had got attracted to the internet when it first came to India in 1996. I got onto to forming my own email id, own internet page wc i tried to design, tehn it got lost in the web wrold...then internet improved, we got more facilities & options increased. That's when in 2004/05 we got Blogs. Slowly by early 2009 twitter came along. Wow! how twitter has helped us. Blessed are those who come onto twitter...blogs are any person's own thoughts, anyone talking aloud. If anybody feels hurt take a long walk, clear your own clogged mind & write your own thoughts honeys....feel bad you're left to your sadness, this Blog ain't for your types. feel free & happy to read. You are NOT compelled to write any comment for me...definitely NOT personal.
Now people luuv to write crap. Most welcomed, that also has a certain value especially if they are their own thoughts on their own personal page. But when these crap thoughts are posted on someone else's blog as reaction...cha cha cha, you've crossed all lines of decency. Thanks i will tell the person, you've helped me to arrive! I've landed it means!
Also when one is sooooo itchy, leaves a nasty remark, have bloody I'd say f**&^%$# balls to leave thy name. Why is thou art so fearing? Of what? Whence shall thy get the required strength? Did none tell thine these British words and lang is now redundant...for the archaic lang thinkers like the one who has left a comment it means its NO more in active spoken or written use.
so in case anyone has any problem, i'm sure all have a bad hair day or bad day, bad weather day...not necessarily, but some seem to have it ALWYAS, they kindly FO fm this page & the blog entirely. It is NOT meant for these dukhi atmas. Sad souls who are angry about the world in general.
Also, the commentor seems to have taken my blog personally. Also it ain't a grouse or rant. Someones' gaffe is my humour?? haha this person doesn't understand wit, intelligent wit dear. Also is it a gaffe, i'm no judge. Yes, i've called it bad english but does saying, 'are we on the same page' a gaffe? Well intellectual accepts it as a gaffe. hahahaha....
such fun, i always had got attracted to the internet when it first came to India in 1996. I got onto to forming my own email id, own internet page wc i tried to design, tehn it got lost in the web wrold...then internet improved, we got more facilities & options increased. That's when in 2004/05 we got Blogs. Slowly by early 2009 twitter came along. Wow! how twitter has helped us. Blessed are those who come onto twitter...blogs are any person's own thoughts, anyone talking aloud. If anybody feels hurt take a long walk, clear your own clogged mind & write your own thoughts honeys....feel bad you're left to your sadness, this Blog ain't for your types. feel free & happy to read. You are NOT compelled to write any comment for me...definitely NOT personal.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Young student makes KGF follow law
2 individuals who have been meticulously following the Silent Zone laws are Sumaira Badulali and BM.
OK BM is a student, elite from SOBO, but one who has his head firmly planted on his shoulders, till now at least. BM knows the law and has a good legal mind advising him. What i like to highlight & note is that BM has read, kept up with the law & unlike most citizens has the courage to follow the issue to the last bit.
NOw we all were kicked and supported Kala Ghoda Festival, alias KGF for years. In the interim period many orders & laws were passed by the Bombay high Court to ensure that somewhere the residents get their some rights. Like a safe & peaceful environment So we got Silence Zones. The notified areas have been stated by the HC in its 2005 order. Within certain radius of the court, educational institution, etc. So while the court is strict with Shivaji Park, Girgaum Chowpatty, all were caught napping as KGF organisers roped in children of IPS, IAS, Elite richie rich of SOBO. Quietly the children used the powers of their fathers, even if retired commissioners of police or BMC or whoever.
The sleathy methodology used took most unaware. However Sumaira was followinf the order & more one student who lives in the KG area. Now the KGF organisers till now have irganised those same stalls of handicrafts wc you see in any handicrafts exhibition, same wares sold for years on, once in a while thai massages, or some such modern relaxing techniques, while evenings are filled with numerous dance, music programmes. Look we are Indians & we are proud to be like this only.
So we surely want loud dhichak music. That rest of the things NEVER change, even the audience, general public NEVER brought it to the notice of the organisers. We are generally a culturally & socially a deprived lot, especially the SOBO crowd. So the KGF saga continued. Meanwhile BM a student of SOBO college began collecting his facts. He asked Colaba police station whether they had given any permission to hold KGF. They categorically said NO. However they are under compulsions from 'some senior officers.' "Humare naukri ka sawal hai." Said these policemen. Everytime the KGF organisers would send their letters the Colaba police would ask reg directions of the HC & norms of Silent Zone. They have been consulting Sumaira, who too has raised objections.
Finally BM lodged a complaint. I covered teh story & published in DNA. Both were happy that the issue was out in the open. Why do we have double stnadards for KGF? we were then told by cops of 'connected' people on the committee. My one time friend has formed a band & i featured him/his band. I had the courage to call & tell him look i'm doing this story & your venue may change. He was bound to be angry, but that he shld've been angry at me was most preprostrous and ridiculous. I at least had the courtesy to inform that the concerned individuals are taking the KGF organisers to court for Contempt. It is NOT a small crime.
Finally the KGF organisers called me apaologised asked me to relent to their demand for the last time..i had a story again, mind you. I also knew I was NOT the least interested in trying to convince a 'friend'instead i'd rather be accused of upholding the law. RTI application, letters & queries have revealed a lot. the whole nexus of officials, cops & their relatives on the committee. This time BM & sumaira have ensured the KGF will shift its venue.
Yes, it is a vitory of right, of the 2 citizens who have relentlessly pursued the matter. We have received immense flak. been accused of depriving citizens of good entertainment. Now wait, that is highly subjective. Because this so-called festival provides everything but 'entertainment.' It's also hilarious how people insinuate that these 2 aided by me have vested interests. Sure, what?? sumaira & I do NOT even live here. BM does atleast. Then a leading newspaper here, HT even went on to printing a full fledged articles mentioning their 2 names when the reporter hadn't even spoken to either. Well. phono journalism. i don't know...but this exprience has been quite a experience.
OK BM is a student, elite from SOBO, but one who has his head firmly planted on his shoulders, till now at least. BM knows the law and has a good legal mind advising him. What i like to highlight & note is that BM has read, kept up with the law & unlike most citizens has the courage to follow the issue to the last bit.
NOw we all were kicked and supported Kala Ghoda Festival, alias KGF for years. In the interim period many orders & laws were passed by the Bombay high Court to ensure that somewhere the residents get their some rights. Like a safe & peaceful environment So we got Silence Zones. The notified areas have been stated by the HC in its 2005 order. Within certain radius of the court, educational institution, etc. So while the court is strict with Shivaji Park, Girgaum Chowpatty, all were caught napping as KGF organisers roped in children of IPS, IAS, Elite richie rich of SOBO. Quietly the children used the powers of their fathers, even if retired commissioners of police or BMC or whoever.
The sleathy methodology used took most unaware. However Sumaira was followinf the order & more one student who lives in the KG area. Now the KGF organisers till now have irganised those same stalls of handicrafts wc you see in any handicrafts exhibition, same wares sold for years on, once in a while thai massages, or some such modern relaxing techniques, while evenings are filled with numerous dance, music programmes. Look we are Indians & we are proud to be like this only.
So we surely want loud dhichak music. That rest of the things NEVER change, even the audience, general public NEVER brought it to the notice of the organisers. We are generally a culturally & socially a deprived lot, especially the SOBO crowd. So the KGF saga continued. Meanwhile BM a student of SOBO college began collecting his facts. He asked Colaba police station whether they had given any permission to hold KGF. They categorically said NO. However they are under compulsions from 'some senior officers.' "Humare naukri ka sawal hai." Said these policemen. Everytime the KGF organisers would send their letters the Colaba police would ask reg directions of the HC & norms of Silent Zone. They have been consulting Sumaira, who too has raised objections.
Finally BM lodged a complaint. I covered teh story & published in DNA. Both were happy that the issue was out in the open. Why do we have double stnadards for KGF? we were then told by cops of 'connected' people on the committee. My one time friend has formed a band & i featured him/his band. I had the courage to call & tell him look i'm doing this story & your venue may change. He was bound to be angry, but that he shld've been angry at me was most preprostrous and ridiculous. I at least had the courtesy to inform that the concerned individuals are taking the KGF organisers to court for Contempt. It is NOT a small crime.
Finally the KGF organisers called me apaologised asked me to relent to their demand for the last time..i had a story again, mind you. I also knew I was NOT the least interested in trying to convince a 'friend'instead i'd rather be accused of upholding the law. RTI application, letters & queries have revealed a lot. the whole nexus of officials, cops & their relatives on the committee. This time BM & sumaira have ensured the KGF will shift its venue.
Yes, it is a vitory of right, of the 2 citizens who have relentlessly pursued the matter. We have received immense flak. been accused of depriving citizens of good entertainment. Now wait, that is highly subjective. Because this so-called festival provides everything but 'entertainment.' It's also hilarious how people insinuate that these 2 aided by me have vested interests. Sure, what?? sumaira & I do NOT even live here. BM does atleast. Then a leading newspaper here, HT even went on to printing a full fledged articles mentioning their 2 names when the reporter hadn't even spoken to either. Well. phono journalism. i don't know...but this exprience has been quite a experience.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
New Vocab
Nowadays people have begun using new lingo, cliche's vocab that really bounces way above my head. I was asked, "i simply want to know are we on the same page?" How would i know, I think to myself? What page number are you on, lady? Gentleman? Ok, earlier they would say, seems like we are out of synch.
ok so, i adjust to being out of sync, out of tune or basically say it, disagree with you. More so i beg to differ. Now i'm sure people will say, What's this British English I beg to differ? Beg your pardon. But few know, obviously it will mean only a few, considering the level of comprehension and knowledge of a language that people possess. However what most would not know is the intensity of sarcasm that can be felt when we say, Beg your pardon. anyways... so now people say, aain? what? sorry?? most misused word in eng lang is sorry...however when a person needs to apologise, they struggle hard to find the word and say, "I am sorry."
so now i look blank when Jenny or Johnny say, "Are we on the same page neeta?" I look lost in the woods. So it infuriates the other person even more. Now how to explain to people that i day dream? I envisage spoken languages in my mind the sounds make me open mental windows to the gush of the winds..called words... I first envisage how do i know this person is on the same page as mine? Which novel or book are we talking about? What is the number you are on? are you imprinted? or are you being typed a letter at a time? Then i see a roll of papers rolled so thick that i wonder do i unwind it? What will happen if the roll falls down? what if I Open it fully and spread it on the ground and search for this person's page? By then the person is shouting...neeta, can you understand?
Then i see myself opening the first pages of a novel. I read, "Prologue" and realise this person's monologue is continuously ringing in my ear like a sad bell. How to tell the person, plll you sound out of tune? So let it be and nod silly. But i'm still mentally on that roll of paper. I think to myself I am not any ink or word, then how can anyone ask me, "hope we are on the same page?" Huh....
who coined this lame phrase? I'm sure it is a journalist, that too some Indian jerk. Short of words, limited vocabulary, journalists really don't know how to conduct conversations, speak properly, articulately and 'talk to' people. hence the huge divide. We need to speak people's language. In other times of our lives we may speak and read British english, or even Hinglish. But then other times I can't be on the same page.
Oh ya between the page and sync was wavelength. Now do i see waves flowing or blowing between 2 set f ears? No then what's this was we on the same wavelength? what rubbish we speak and pass of as modern language. I mean i understand making color of colour. But excuse me i am sick and tired of listening to words whose sounds have no meaning, can depict something polar opposite when we envisage or imagine about it.
Imagine if the person is still on the prologue and I have reached epilogue? aah... now i like that...while that person is busy struggling searching for the words...so involved in oneself that they can't even start the novel, forget finish reading it.
ok so, i adjust to being out of sync, out of tune or basically say it, disagree with you. More so i beg to differ. Now i'm sure people will say, What's this British English I beg to differ? Beg your pardon. But few know, obviously it will mean only a few, considering the level of comprehension and knowledge of a language that people possess. However what most would not know is the intensity of sarcasm that can be felt when we say, Beg your pardon. anyways... so now people say, aain? what? sorry?? most misused word in eng lang is sorry...however when a person needs to apologise, they struggle hard to find the word and say, "I am sorry."
so now i look blank when Jenny or Johnny say, "Are we on the same page neeta?" I look lost in the woods. So it infuriates the other person even more. Now how to explain to people that i day dream? I envisage spoken languages in my mind the sounds make me open mental windows to the gush of the winds..called words... I first envisage how do i know this person is on the same page as mine? Which novel or book are we talking about? What is the number you are on? are you imprinted? or are you being typed a letter at a time? Then i see a roll of papers rolled so thick that i wonder do i unwind it? What will happen if the roll falls down? what if I Open it fully and spread it on the ground and search for this person's page? By then the person is shouting...neeta, can you understand?
Then i see myself opening the first pages of a novel. I read, "Prologue" and realise this person's monologue is continuously ringing in my ear like a sad bell. How to tell the person, plll you sound out of tune? So let it be and nod silly. But i'm still mentally on that roll of paper. I think to myself I am not any ink or word, then how can anyone ask me, "hope we are on the same page?" Huh....
who coined this lame phrase? I'm sure it is a journalist, that too some Indian jerk. Short of words, limited vocabulary, journalists really don't know how to conduct conversations, speak properly, articulately and 'talk to' people. hence the huge divide. We need to speak people's language. In other times of our lives we may speak and read British english, or even Hinglish. But then other times I can't be on the same page.
Oh ya between the page and sync was wavelength. Now do i see waves flowing or blowing between 2 set f ears? No then what's this was we on the same wavelength? what rubbish we speak and pass of as modern language. I mean i understand making color of colour. But excuse me i am sick and tired of listening to words whose sounds have no meaning, can depict something polar opposite when we envisage or imagine about it.
Imagine if the person is still on the prologue and I have reached epilogue? aah... now i like that...while that person is busy struggling searching for the words...so involved in oneself that they can't even start the novel, forget finish reading it.
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