I was in my college on the 12th of March. It was 2:10 and my lectures were over. I used to walk home from Ru via Gadkari Chowk and then to my house in Prabhadevi. A friend persuaded me to drink a cup of tea in the canteen before proceeding home. I said no, and he insisted -
so I stayed back. The moment I drank the last drop of tea in my glass there was a loud blast and the glass pane of the canteen window cracked because of it. We thought there was a cylinder blast. When I walked out of my college campus, and came to the main road, I saw a man -
carrying one of his bloody severed limbs in his surviving hand. He was so terrified that he wasn’t even crying. He was just running away from the site. On my way, I saw that the lucky petrol pump which I crossed every day, was blown to smithereens. If I hadn’t stopped for that
cup of tea, I would perhaps be one of those unindentifiable fragments for I would have been exactly there. So yes. Have not been killed by a Muslim. I think the post is in very bad taste because you paint all Muslims in one brush. I have Muslim friends who were also lucky not -
to have crossed that path. Some, Hindus as well as Muslims, were killed by Muslims that day. Muslims who were driven by their ideology of Islamism. You don’t have to paint all of them with one brush. But ignoring the reality because of some fancy, unreal idea of false compassion-
is actually more cruel than accepting that there are real people in the real world who have been harmed by a very very dangerous ideology.
*Ruparel College
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‘चार दिवस सासूचे’ मालिका नुकतीच प्रदर्शित व्हायला सुरुवात झाली होती. एका समारंभात मला मराठीतला एक सुप्रसिद्ध दिग्दर्शक भेटला. मला पाहिल्याबरोबर तो जरा छद्मी हसला आणि म्हणाला – “अरे काय गाणं केलंस तू हे? चार दिवस सासूचे?! अशी काय चाल केलीस?” 1/18
त्याच्या प्रश्नातला कुत्सित सूर माझ्यापासून लपून राहिला नव्हता. पण मीही त्याच्याबरोबर हसलो आणि म्हणालो – “मला मजा आली म्हणून!”
‘चार दिवस सासूचे’ या मालिकेच्या शीर्षकात चारच दिवस असले तरी ही मालिका तब्बल अकरा वर्षं चालली. अनेक वर्षं ते गाणं लोकांच्या ओठांवर राहिलं. 2/18
खरं सांगायचं तर पहिल्यांदा ‘चार दिवस सासूचे’ या मालिकेचे निर्माते नरेश बोर्डे आणि दिग्दर्शक खलील हेरेकर माझ्याकडे या मालिकेचा प्रस्ताव घेऊन आले तेव्हा हे गीत कसं काय होईल याबद्दल मीही जरा साशंक होतो. 3/18
#छंद_ओठातले या मालिकेतल्या पहिल्या पर्वाचा भाग पाचवा.
संगीतकार म्हणून माझ्या कारकिर्दीच्या अगदी सुरुवातीला मंगेश पाडगांवकरांनी मला एक सल्ला दिला होता – “कवितांना तू चाली देतो आहेस हे ठीकच आहे, पण तू गाणं explore कर.” १/
तेव्हा ते नेमकं काय सांगत आहेत ते मला नीटसं समजलं नव्हतं पण घरी आल्यावर शांताबाई शेळके यांचा गीतसंग्रह – ‘कळ्यांचे दिवस, फुलांच्या राती’ उघडला आणि शांताबाईंची गीतं पाहायला लागलो. गीत आणि कविता यात नेमका फरक काय आहे यावर अनेक चर्चा, वाद झडले आहेत. २/
त्यात मला आत्ता पडायचं नाही. इतकंच सांगतो की शांता शेळकेंचा संग्रह वाचू लागलो आणि मंगेश पाडगांवकर काय सांगू पाहत होते ते माझ्या हळूहळू ध्यानात येऊ लागलं होतं.
‘कळ्यांचे दिवस, फुलांच्या राती’ हा शांताबाईंच्या अशा गीतांचा संग्रह आहे की ज्यातली ३/१४
Bhakts are going after this with hammer and tongs. But look at how this little incident brings about the best in Nehru’s leadership. 1. He had excellent taste in smoking and also was careful about not overdoing the vice. Just one cigarette. Not more than that. No overdoing stuff
2. He needed just one cigarette after lunch but the loyalty he inspired from his employees, I mean, his followers was akin to Hanuman’s loyalty of Shri Ram! Look at how they acquired the entire carton instead of just that one cigarette.
3. To add to how he inspired loyalty, his most humble servants didn’t think twice before using taxpayer resources to get his wish fulfilled. This not only shows bravery of not fearing legal consequences but also great prudence for they didn’t spend that money from their own
I was educated in English. Marathi was spoken primarily at home. It was in the last year of my college that I picked up a novel by the great Marathi litterateur, GoNi Dandekar - Kuna Ekachi Bhramangatha. By the time I reached the last page of the novel, I had an epiphany. 1/n
English (and other European languages) may have the world’s best literature, but literature that talked about me and my environment could be found in Marathi and in Marathi only. It propelled me to learn my mother tongue seriously. I must thank my parents who were avid 2/n
readers and also enthusiastic book collectors. When I came into contact with the Marathi playwright, Chetan Datar, this urge to know the subtleties of the language grew manifold. I started exploring #Marathi through poetry and music. I think it was exactly this that led me to 3/n
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
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