I seriously think we should stop this nonsense of boycott calls. Attention is what they want and attention is what they get. Spend your energy and money behind creating content that suits your thinking or ideology. If you don’t like something or feel outraged, just shut it off.
There is a great space for Indic content and people who are producing that are either amateurish or totally unsubtle. (Read ‘loud’). The more people come in the more diversity of expression we will have. Content doesn’t have to be always upfront. The fact that the left is rattled
by an Indic resurgence can be gauged by the fact that their content is becoming increasingly loud, provocative and gross. Don’t feed it by giving too much attention (keywords being ‘too much’). Leftist propaganda/ expression used to be subtler, more aesthetic in 70s-80s because
they were not threatened by political counter force. Indic content creators should actually follow that model now and not the current one. In recent years leftist/ secular/ anti Hindu propaganda has become cruder because they want to provoke by statements of shock value.
Now is the time to quietly assume a position of strength and concentrate on the art. Remember no statue was ever built of a critic. The hashtag #BanTandav has Tandav in it and all you’re doing is providing free publicity to something that you abhor.
cc @saket71 something that you also mentioned I think.
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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
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.