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Sunday, May 13, 2012

queasy...classy...trashy and many things on the side...


THOUGHT 1
i have been there myself. Whenever I need a literary reference I approach this one particularly,it makes it chillingly clear that even the thought of going inside,climbing the 'oh so dark' staircase would lead on to something so incredibly enlightening! Mumbai Marathi Granth Sangrahalay's unobtrusive existence in the hustle bustle of an overcrowded station road makes it hard to believe that there would b a place with quietness in magnified manifold waiting for us to explore. It has a typical moist bookish aroma to it that gets to you as soon as u enter the floor and an aura rarely matched up by a few places around the city that gets you back again and again...This is exactly where 'this' meets 'that'. A sure shot way to shrug off a heady intoxication of rude cityness is barging into the old library... It lulls me like a baby coming back in its mamma's arms. And then the journey begins, a not an express trip to lap up all you can in a few hours but a travel where you let the inked thoughts of glorious minds sink into your humble little brain... what a humbling experience. Cherished forever...


THOUGHT 2
I totally agree, I have tried watching n' number of movies with my Grand Mom and have been better entertained by her comments than the movie itself. She also told me stories from her young days when Grandpa used to take her to Metro to watch English 'cinema' and discuss the story over lunch.

She strongly recommends the Hollywood movies which are with English subtitles since she finds the spoken language to fast to catch. Once she gets into the story line, she actually says things like,"Here she comes...now they will kiss, isn't it?" She blushes when she watches any intimate scenes. She is bold enough to admit that films on HBO and star movies are more realistic. 

Its hilarious to watch action films with her when she'll comment, "Ata ha ka aala marayla? Kha maar, mar melya!" or hear her say "Areee re re bagh kashi bayko sodun geli re evdhyasha porala!" in response to an emotional scene. 

She also advices, "Ata patkan lagna karun taka...nahitar parat problems yetil" to the folks in love in the films. The list is endless and i cudnt find better words in english to rightly express what she keeps on saying...

THOUGHT 3

Love this urban trance...its so easy to get in the flow without realizing the infinitesimally unending run... its still on and we sure are used to making ourselves seem to enjoy it. Whatever it is, by the time its over, we wouldn't even come to know! Or may be ,we will...in a flash. I am hopeful.

THOUGHT 4 

We all have ways of expressing ourselves and some of us are better at it then the rest. Writing though seemingly superior and a personal favorite is almost a lame excuse of not exploring other forms of expression... 
We 1st learned to shout and jump and use our hands in signs way before we started writing. I agree its a super tool, only that it is as much internal or otherwise as shouting or crying. 
Ur blog made me think about the range of people who u have mentioned and their ways of expressions... some less fortunate to not have had the opportunity to explore several newer facets of creativity. Its fortunate to b an artist or a creative person than a Clerk or a Car mechanic or a Banker per say. 
Its nice to draw, paint,sketch, pen a few lines, dance, sing, cook, clean...trust me sometimes it even better to shed a few tears and scream. 
Dunno what we dig? but we sure are archeologists. Thanks a ton for the perspective!