Posts Tagged ‘Culture

18
Oct
11

Jāggars

“Over the centuries we have transformed the ancient myths and folk tales and made them into the fabric of our lives. Consciously and unconsciously we weave the narratives of myth and folk tale into our daily existence.” – Jack Zipes

My previous post produced two official comments; an expected roar of silence from some; one empathizer from offspring; and, a surge of emails from others – with varying tones of advice, gripe, commiseration, vacuity, analysis of my psyche and fascinatingly oblique commentaries – the latter leaving me with one single bemused thought: I would be a darling of the shrink community and if I had the money, would keep at least a few occupied and financially secure for some years!

There was also a flurry of links to blogs with humorous posts. Taking the hint, I did make an attempt not to be darkly dismal and reverentially gawked at Humour for a long time waiting for it to tickle my Muse, but she of the whimsical kind and devoid of the lighter vein, ultimately skewered him with the acerbic end of a funny bone. Woe is me!

But thanks for the insights and here is a toast to all – cheers – which has joie de vivre associations.

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Was preparing for a journey and witlessly looking for something; found an old chewed-up diary.

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25
Jul
11

Pa katè vanotā?

 “And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true wise friend called Piggy” – William Golding, Lord of the Flies, Chapter 12

It was late afternoon and the khānchās (lanes) were fairly deserted. However, saw people attempting to peer out discreetly. The thug-faced man supervising the demise of a part of Kachchh’s history looked at me with suspicion and nervously shifted his buttocks that were resting on a mobike. Trying to control the anguish mounting inside me, I pointed the camera towards the blatant ruin of the heritage building in Mandvi.

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16
Dec
10

Padhāro Mārè Dès 2

“The real meditation is … the meditation on one’s identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you’re you and not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? Ah, voilà une chose!” – Ezra Pound

Never considered or intended a sequel and had secretly admired Fauzia’s ability to pen a remarkable continuation.

I deliberated for days and paid no attention to the lure but there was no way out. I have succumbed!

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Ever wondered what it feels like when you are treated as a second-class citizen in your own country by your own countrymen in front of people of other nationalities?

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14
May
10

Aal iz not necessarily well!

“A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed-seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.” – James Allen

Last week I had an opportunity to once again saunter the corridors of the National School of Drama – from which in the late seventies – I had walked out after resigning my merit scholarship.

It was great to have met a senior whose work I admire and sorry to have missed my former room-mate. Of course, there were pompous personalities spouting philosophies as false as themselves.

Met teachers, actors, students and found that the intellectual malaise that ails our institutions still subsists. Essential questions for NSDians re the Theatre, the Arts and Education remained ambiguous or marginalised as the pursuit to stay ‘theatrically active’ consumed all thinking.

There was a time when my world and life was theatre and consequently everything and everybody involved with it became my family and education automatically established itself as an integral and valuable aspect of a situation that was on the threshold of becoming an accepted stereotype. In particular jeopardy was theatre for children and young people.

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