My last post would have confused many, I know, for it has. For explanation purposes, it basically is an amalgamation of two separate times and spaces i.e. places - Missisipi and Apdu Amdavad.
A man, lays on his back, on a cool polished stone surface in the city called Amdavad, a dry place, reads the classic Adventures of Huckleberry Fin , by Mark Twain, and at the same time is listening to Bob ji’s Missisipi. The song, which was available for free until now in youtube, is off its air. (Amazon sample here)
Don’t worry freedom hunters - what comes goes, and what goes comes. Cheers to the spirit.
From spirit I realize - The Gujarat State's Disazter Menagment Authority recently launched a book with the inaugural hands of India’s Respected Ex - President Mr. Abul Kalaam - a Cofee table book called – “Spirit of Gujarat – Turning …”
Hic!
Yes, you get it if you mix coffee and spirit, together.
Sunday 23 May 2010
Tuesday 18 May 2010
My a-tale of two places
“Hey, Tom! Thanks, only because of you I could manage’ to fish Jim out.”
“Sure, tha’s what the childhood friends are for.”
“Do ya ‘member, we used to have a little robbers gang too then? What did we call it?”
Tom says, “Oh how kud you fur-ge’ it Huck, it never…”.
Jigar, a third friend in the room, interrupts the conversation, “hey, why don’t you buy the book from cross words… somewhere in it it does mentions it was called Tom Sawyer’s Gang”.
An old guy, with a hat, named Bob, steps in the room, looks at all three of them. They stop chatting. Bob looks at each one of them - one by one- and then smiles; says, “Well, only that we are village boys and still haven’t learn to play city games, strange games.”
“But Bob, you are the one who says, that only one thing you did wrong, was that you stayed in Missisipi for a day too long.”
Bob replies, “Huh! Life is usually elsewhere Jiggy. State of mind Jiggy.”
“Sure, tha’s what the childhood friends are for.”
“Do ya ‘member, we used to have a little robbers gang too then? What did we call it?”
Tom says, “Oh how kud you fur-ge’ it Huck, it never…”.
Jigar, a third friend in the room, interrupts the conversation, “hey, why don’t you buy the book from cross words… somewhere in it it does mentions it was called Tom Sawyer’s Gang”.
An old guy, with a hat, named Bob, steps in the room, looks at all three of them. They stop chatting. Bob looks at each one of them - one by one- and then smiles; says, “Well, only that we are village boys and still haven’t learn to play city games, strange games.”
“But Bob, you are the one who says, that only one thing you did wrong, was that you stayed in Missisipi for a day too long.”
Bob replies, “Huh! Life is usually elsewhere Jiggy. State of mind Jiggy.”
Sunday 16 May 2010
Teach your doggie well
Banjo is more like a child to me, and I have consciously tried to keep him as a freedom dog (which he usually abuses) and instill values in him rather than train him hardcore. You know what I mean - he will fetch your watch, purse or TV remote if you ask him to; has obsession with retrieving tennis balls, or for that matter any ball of any other type too. He is not chained usually. Nine months old, I hope he doesn’t turns out a brat.
This song above in YouTube is one of my favorite pieces, which I feel is because of the band’s genuineness in making a good song out of what they know is important. I am purty glad, the Wikipedia link is also a good place to understand the basis of the song. Greatness uncomparable, the next YouTube thing is more of a slimy but true thing. Because I have made it, just a parody, means some lyrics have to change too - just for the sake of some light hearted fun.
Author’s caution: Any attempt to seriousize this latter video is a misinterpretation, and cannot be helped.
You, who are on the road
Must have a Dog
that you can bite.
so, please bark on yourself
Because the guests
are just a goodbye.
Teach, your doggie well
Their master’s hell
will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they will pick
The one in which they will bite.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
And you Of tender years
Won’t know the fears
That your masters grew by
And so help them with your youth
They seek the truth
Before they can die
Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
This song above in YouTube is one of my favorite pieces, which I feel is because of the band’s genuineness in making a good song out of what they know is important. I am purty glad, the Wikipedia link is also a good place to understand the basis of the song. Greatness uncomparable, the next YouTube thing is more of a slimy but true thing. Because I have made it, just a parody, means some lyrics have to change too - just for the sake of some light hearted fun.
Author’s caution: Any attempt to seriousize this latter video is a misinterpretation, and cannot be helped.
You, who are on the road
Must have a Dog
that you can bite.
so, please bark on yourself
Because the guests
are just a goodbye.
Teach, your doggie well
Their master’s hell
will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they will pick
The one in which they will bite.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
And you Of tender years
Won’t know the fears
That your masters grew by
And so help them with your youth
They seek the truth
Before they can die
Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's
The one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.
Wednesday 5 May 2010
Watching TV and Chillen in schools
In India, known as a plural society, as a family we would sit together and watch television. The digital packages now provide around twenty or twenty-five news channels in English or Hindi; discounting the regional lingo ones. The English and Hindi ones are the ones I would understand, along with most of the billion people in the subcontinent. A fifty-fifty ratio these, if I talk of the English one on the morning of the 10th of April 2010, Anderson 360 on CNN News fabulously (here) and concernedly reported on how suicides in schools because of the increased pressures to either perform or bullying is a concern. Anderson is concerned. And this side of globe while we get concerned too, the news after a point does not makes much sense; perhaps because we can contribute nothing. To get to see something nicer now we will flick the channels. Two flicks and we find the CNN-IBN, which is an Indian and a CNN collaborative. IBN is reporting of school children tortured and beaten on wrist-slashed by the school teacher, somewhere in a remote village of the country.
While both the TV channels rightly highlight this issue while spoiling our taste from the news we see and hear, we some in the family, look at each others faces, silently, with our eyes wondering what difference does it makes – India or America, we as adults probably just need to be easy on chillen, wherever we come from – Rural remote or Urban high class.
While both the TV channels rightly highlight this issue while spoiling our taste from the news we see and hear, we some in the family, look at each others faces, silently, with our eyes wondering what difference does it makes – India or America, we as adults probably just need to be easy on chillen, wherever we come from – Rural remote or Urban high class.
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