Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sunday Evening

With a setting crescent moon over the darkened hills, a single, bright star in a purple sky turning violet, a cup of green tea in my hands, a couple of crisp, marie biscuits and a well-written book of history - you might think Sunday was perfect.

But no, there has to be what's called a society function - haldi kumkum this time - in the lawns, ostensibly to celebrate Makar Sankranti and related festivals.

I can't quite see where the thali containing turmeric and vermillion is. Instead there are plastic chairs in a disordered semi-circle, a sound system, a table with prizes and another where snacks are being prepared.

A mistress of ceremonies, who should be legally restrained from coming within six feet of mikes, women of all ages busy sharing notes on silk sarees and bright jewelry (dare I call them gaudy?), men guffawing over some crude joke
but trying not to be too noisy, and children being children - all of them try to get as much antakshari finished before the inevitable squabble.

Bad Bollywood and Indipop songs are sung even more horridly, and then the awaited squabble breaks out in all its entertaining intensity - over which word the previous song ended in, over who deserves the prize, and whose child is most talented.

And then it dies down, for folk are hungry (better to finish off as much as one can lest the organisers corner everything) and the organisers look on in anxiety (how greedy the society people have become, next time we should not have buffet system) but limited snacks only.

The mike at last is silent; under a navy blue sky with Orion, the Pleiades and the Dog Star shining on us, my dog and I lie down and gaze at the sky revelling again, in that eternal quietness, that is Nature's night.

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