Chintoo 19.01.2006

This is an old one. 

28.02.2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this one is Chintoo for today. Well, most of it is same as that in the Chintoo above.

13.01.2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

    

 

What I liked is this: Chintoo’s statement, “mi gharaat ektaach…Mala ekhaada bhau…kimva bahin…..sagle malaach….”. I liked those … Those are the spaces left to the readers. You don’t need words there. You imagine.

I myself use these blank spaces quite often. Perhaps, I picked this style from PuLa. In his book Apoorvaai, while in London with his wife on a Govt. deputation to BBC office to bring Television to India for the first time, one day he goes for a morning walk. He sees an English girl of 16 on a bicycle carrying morning newspapers. He says, “Ashi mast thandi hoti. Chalaayla maja waatat hoti. Tevdhyaat mala cycle warun paper waatnaari ek English kumaarika disli. Way 16-17 asaave. Ticha gora Chehra thandeene laal zala hota. Pan chehryaawar aaplyaakdlyaa kumaarikaansaarkhaach chhaan godwaa hota. Nakaacha shenda agdi cherry saarkha laal zala hota. Gaal tar agdi laajlyaa saarkhe gulaaabi disat hote. Mokle kes bhuru bhuru udat hote… Jau de baas. Itkech varnan poore.” J

Kiti yogya weli thimble aahet te. Thode aankhi pudhe gele aste tar tya narrative madhla charm gela asta.

PuLa then goes on to tell about English teenagers who earn living by working in restaurants and in similar ways during their holidays.

But here, while describing that girl, too much is left to the reader. Author directs reader’s imagination in a particular direction and he stops. He doesn’t need to say anything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chintoo

 

G.V. (Vinda) Karandikar gets the Jnanapeeth Award- The most coveted award in Indian Literature- this year. He writes poetry. I have not read much of his work. But I just remember one of his poems where he says:

Denaaryaane det jaave

Ghenaaryaane ghet jave

 

…He ghyaawe…te ghyaawe…

 

And the poem ends as:

Denaaryaane det jaave

Ghenaaryaane ghet jave

Gheta gheta ek diwas

Denaaryaache haat ghyaawe.

(Meaning- Ghenaaryaane denaaryaa chi denyaachi saway (vrutti) ghyaawi.)

 

And now something more: Bharat ek Khoj.

I got it from a friend. I used to like the serial Bharat Ek Khoj. Too good. I guess it was directed by Govind Nihlani and his assistant was Shyam Benegal.

And in the song in many stanzas there is an expression “Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar”. I think it should be Havi dekar. Perhaps one of those cases of poetic freedoms. J

 

This song is based on the sacred Nasadiya Sukta and the Hiranyagarbha Sukta of the Rig Veda. These are some of the hymns present in the Rig Veda that describe the Genesis.

The Nasadiya sukta describes the condition before the creation, and evolution of the Universe.  In the beginning there was nothing. There were neither worlds nor sky, neither momentum nor pace, neither birth nor death nor immortality, neither day nor night. Only the Omnipotent, supreme consciousness, existed in dormant form. Desire was born in His heart and the seed of creation was born, where from He Himself was born or his creation, whether the devas were born before the creation or after? Who has ever understood? The supreme consciousness, the supreme Lord is the only Lord of this creation and he alone should known and understood.

The Hiranyagarbha sukta too describes the process of creation.   In the beginning the Hirayagarbha alone existed.  He was the sole lord of all created being.  He bears on his person the earth and celestial worlds.

The title song of the Bharat Ek Khoj is based on this theme. The song was composed by Pandit Vasant Deo and Vanraj Bhatia gave the music.

The following is the complete title song (source: http://www.few.vu.nl/~vivekr/song.html)

 

Srushtee se pehle sat nahin thaa, asat bhi nahin

Antariksh bhi nahin, aakaash bhin nahin thaa

chhipaa thaa kyaa kahaan, kisne dekhaa thaa

us pal to agam, atal jal bhi kahaan thaa

 

Shushtee kaa kaun hain kartaa

Kartaa hain yeh vaa akartaa

Oonche aasmaan mein rahtaa

Sadaaa adhyaksh banaa rahtaa

 

Wohin sach much mein jaantaa.
Yaa nahin bhi jaanataa

Hain kisi ko nahin pataa

Nahin pataa

 

Voh tha hiranya garbh srishti se pehle vidyamaan

Vohi to saare bhoot jaat ka swami mahaan

jo hai astitvamaana dharti aasmaan dhaaran kar

Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

 

Jis ke bal par tejomay hai ambar

Prithvi hari bhari sthapit sthir

Swarg aour sooraj bhi sthir

Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

 

 Garbh mein apne agni dhaaran kar paida kar

 Vyapa tha jal idhar udhar neeche upar

Jagaa chuke vo ka ekameva pran bankar

Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

 

Om ! Srishti nirmata swarg rachayta purvaj rakhsa kar

Satya dharma palak atul jal niyamak raksha kar

Phaili hain dishayen bahu jaisi uski sab mein sab par

Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar

 

 

 

And now the main partJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chintoo

As a rule, I hate anything in the human shape under the age of 4-5.  एकतर ती मुले एवढी लहान असतात की मला काय करावे हेच सुचत नाही. ती मुले मला खेळवू पण नाही शकत. (पण त्यांचे डोळे काळे असतील तर dark काळे असतात. So rare in grown ups.) आणि माझ्या जवळ असताना ती रडायली लागली तर मला guilty वाटते. त्यांच्या आया - म्हणजे  Moms - दादा, मामा, काका, काहीतरी म्हणून माझ्याकडे त्याला सोपवतात आणि मग ५ मिनिटांत जेव्हा ते बिचारे बाळ रडायला लागते, त्या वेळी परत माझ्याकडून घेतात. त्यावेळी त्या आयांचा जो look असतो ना… एकतर मला आधीच कसेतरी वाटत असते आणि वर तो लूक!

‘मुलांना दुपारी झोपवणे’ tries my patience. सगळ्यात वैताग म्हणजे मुलांना खेळायला / फिरायला घेऊन जाणे. ती see-saw खेळतात. मला see-saw खेळायला बिलकूल आवडत नाही!

I as such don’t know what to talk to kids. उगाच काहीतरी आवाज काढून त्यांना खेळवणे मला जमत नाही. त्यामुळे मला मुले दुरून चांगली वाटतात. Many times I wonder what would I do if I get to see some live Chintoo gang in the locality. (तशी अशी एखादी गँग अधूनमधून दिसत असतेच.) मला वाटते मी त्यांना दुरून observe करीन.

Yesterday I went to a hair dresser. A kid came all alone to have a haircut. Age – perhaps 6.
“काका मी बसू का?’”
“काका एकदम टकलू नका करू बरं का!” he struck a chord here. Taklu is a word I often use for kids.
“अरे बाळा, तू खाली बघ ना. तुला खाली बघायला सांगितले तरी तू आरशातच बघतोयस.”
“पण मग तुम्ही टकलू नाही ना करणार?”
“काका केस कापल्यावर दररोज केस विंचरावे नाही लागणार?”
“पण मग खूप छोटे नका करू.”
Now the problem with all the barbers is that they talk too much. टू मच म्हणजे काय, अगदी फारच टू मच. They can have a say on anything and they have a say on everything. So the discussion among the barbers turned to Raj, Udhhav, Balasaheb, Shivsena issue. (हा blog  राज ठाकरे शिवसेनेतून बाहेर पडण्याच्या सुमारचा आहे.)
“काका तुम्ही शिवसेनेचे आहात?”  आता या हिरोला शिवसेना म्हणजे काय हे पण माहीत नसेल. I was wondering what the barber’s answers was going to be. But before he could answer the question, another barber said, “तुम्ही काही म्हणा प्रकाश शेठ, पण भरतीय विद्यार्थी सेना सगळि राज च्या हातात आहे.”
“काका, तुम्ही सेठ आहात?”
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chintoo

 

When in 8-10^th we friends would generally go to Adesh, a classmate of us. We would ask him to come with us to play cricket. And he would yell, “Bhaiyyu, (his brother 5 yrs younger than him) call your friends. Let’s play cricket.”

We classmates were grown up kids.

We hated playing with the little blighters.

But Adesh would behave as if winning was a matter of life and death. He would quarrel with them for a LBW decision, a run out, a four and continuously about what the exact score was. The rest of us used to think it very childish.

 

During Diwali holidays I was playing with my cousin- Chinmay (who, if you remember, wrote a 32 lines essay when asked to write a 12 line essay). And I behaved the Adesh Way. And Chinu started fighting with me. I teased him a lot. And then he outlined the rules for me, my brother, and two of my uncles. J

 

 

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आमच्या आजीकडे मांजरीचे एक छान पिलू होते.  माझे मावसभाऊ मझ्यापेक्षा लहान आहेत.  एकदा मी शाळेत असताना लहानपणी उन्हाळ्याच्या सुट्टीत आजीकडे आल्यावर ते त्याला आंघोळ घालायचे. :)  बिचारं पिल्लू. नंतर त्याचे केस वैगैरे विंचरायचे.  पाँड्स, जाई काजळ. मी ब-यापैकी सांगून्ही ऐकायचे नाहीत. बिचा-याचे एवढे हाल करूनही ते त्यांच्या जवळ जायचेच. मजा यायची. पण एकदा जरा अती झाले. Nail cutter ने त्याची नखे कापायचे ठरले. मी कापू दिली नाहीत, पण…

चिंटू काय छान आहे!