One of my friends in college got married to a guy. Her own family disowned her. After marriage and one kid, the slow harassment of pressure to convert began. The kid was influenced by in laws to hate kaffirs and his own mother. That’s when she took a rather brave decision to
walk out of the house with her son. The whole experience was traumatic but she is a strong woman and she came out and could stand on her own feet as she was educated. A couple of years ago she remarried and is very happy. But a decade of her life was lost to this trauma.
People like you Mr. Basu obviously think that this is ok. In your dictionary, false representation, harassment of women and a latent violence laced with hatred for kaffirs may be women empowerment. In the real world it is not. I also have a cousin who married into a Muslim
family and she’s very happy. You understand that this law is not for her? And also do you even realise that she is an exception?
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दर वर्षी या दिवशी मला पुलंची ही भेट आठवते. चांगलं दोन अडीच तास पुलंच्या सहवासात घालवलेला हा वेळ मला आयुष्यभर पुरेल!
‘कवितेला चाली देऊन त्यांचा कार्यक्रम का करावासा वाटला?’ या त्यांच्या प्रश्नाला माझ्यातल्या नवख्या, अतिउत्साही आणि त्यांच्या कौतुकाने हुरळून गेलेल्या संगीतकाराने
- “मला काहीतरी वेगळं करायचं होतं” असं त्या वेळी भारी वाटणारं पण अतिसामान्य असं उत्तर दिलं तेव्हा त्यांनी अतिशय प्रेमाने खांद्यावर हात ठेवला आणि म्हणाले - “तू चांगलं कर. वेगळं आपोआप होईल.” हा मंत्र मी आयुष्यात विसरलो नाही.
याच भेटीत त्यांनी ‘बाई या पावसानं’ या अनिलांच्या कवितेला
मी दिलेली चाल ऐकून भरभरून दाद दिली. मला माहीत होतं की याच कवितेला त्यांचीही चाल आहे. मी हिम्मत करून विचारलं - “तुम्हाला कुठली चाल जास्त आवडली?”
क्षणभर ते शांत होते, मग पुलंच्या डोळ्यांत एक मिस्किल चमक आली आणि ते म्हणाले - “माझी!”
आम्ही सगळेच यावर मनमुराद हसलो.
पुढच्याच वर्षी
In Harry Potter's final book, Harry asks Dumbledore, "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
To which Dumbledore replies - "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” 1/5
In a way, this affirmed my belief that reality is more multilayered than it appears. People perceive reality or even the truth into a low resolution, monolithic concept simply because it is so complex to grasp. 2/5
Art is that device which helps us look at this reality in high resolution. Dostoevsky's 'Crime & Punishment' or Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' or Kusumagraj's 'Pruthviche Premgeet' (The Earth's Lovesong) may be all fiction and by that 3/5
I debated a lot whether to put up this post. But this being the #SuicidePrevention month, I thought I should put it up while protecting the identity of the person concerned. I got this message on FB yesterday. For those who don’t understand Marathi the message says -“I had 1/5
decided to put an end to my life yesterday. It’s not that I am a loser but I was tired of the treatment I was getting at home. I was set to commit the act. I thought I would listen to one song before I took the final step. Coincidentally it was your song that was playing 2/5
on @YouTube. The song was #Parwardigar from the movie Balgandharva. I am an electrical engineer in charge of building an operation theatre. Your song brought me back and I wanted you to know it.”
I have always maintained that music goes beyond entertainment, but here it 3/5
Let me tell you the story of the Rishi who found a mouse and turned her into a girl. When the girl came of age he tried to get her married to the sun, but she felt he was to angry. He tried to get her married to the wind but he was too strong for her.
He tried to get her married to the mountain but she found him too still. But as they were climbing down the mountain she saw the king of mice running around the foothills. She fell in love with his playfulness and asked to be married off to him.
The Rishi smiled at the play of destiny and turned the girl back into a mouse.
Now let me retell this story to you in the modern context.
When I started off as a young composer, people were still recording on analogue equipment and digital was just making an entry.
A long thread on creativity, its temporary absence and how to deal with it.
I don’t know how frogs hibernate. But an artist in hibernation is not pleasant business. The writers have a pretty name for it - writer’s block.
What a glamorous name for something messes with you completely! A musician doesn’t even have a pretty name for it. It is just a time when you can’t think.
When creative juices are in full flow, you are sort of heady and yet your level of alertness is extremely high.
Things come to you. Even a routine incident inspires a song within you. Nothing is more intoxicating than the spring of creativity.
The ebb doesn’t come all of a sudden. It comes in with the silent slither of a python and wraps around you with its slimy cold nothingness.
#मराठीदिन निमित्त एक मजेशीर गोष्ट. काही वर्षांपूर्वी मुंबईच्या झेवियर्स महाविद्यालयातील काही मुलं मला भेटायला आली. मला म्हणाली -“सर, झेवियर्स महाविद्यालयात खूप पूर्वीपासून मराठी वाङमय मंडळ आहे परंतु काही कारणाने ते अनेक वर्ष निष्क्रीय होतं. आमचे सर आहेत - शिंदे सर - त्यांनी या +
मंडळाला पुनुरुज्जिवित करायचं ठरवलं आहे. या मंडळाच्या उद्घाटनाच्या कार्यक्रमाला प्रमुख पाहुणा म्हणून आपण यावं अशी आमची इच्छा आहे. तुम्ही याल का?”
तरूण मुलांशी संवाद साधायला मी कधीही नकार देत नाही. मी त्वरित होकार दिला. तसा त्यातला एक मुलगा जरा ओशाळून म्हणाला - “एकच प्रॉब्लेम +
आहे सर. मंडळ नवीन आहे आणि तुम्हाला झेवियर्सची कल्पना आहे. आमच्याकडे बराचसा श्रोतृवर्ग अमराठी आहे. तर तुम्ही तुमचं भाषण इंग्रजीतून कराल का?” मला याची गंमत वाटली. कुणी म्हणेल हे कसलं मराठी मंडळ! पण मला यात एक संधी दिसली. मी म्हटलं मी इंग्रजीत हे भाषण करेन. मुलं खूष होऊन परतली. +