It is election day today in the state of Uttar Pradesh in India. I do not expect surprises. They rule with guns and roses here and that is why I do not expect surprises. I wonder how many folks would actually vote. Would the professor and his family vote? If they have someone in the fray, guess they would. Not that they need that sorta thing to either survive or make money or do their thing quietly. They live very quietly and maintain a kind of lowprofile and discretion that is admirable.
Something about the clan reminds of Kolkata and of Kolakatans - cannot figure out what it is.
Is it the fact they talk softly? (Everyone else booms, auto rickshaw drivers, people you meet on the streets - it can be annoying. What is irksome is they make you scream too - in frustration).
Or, could it be the understated intellectualsnobbery of some of the younger members of the tribe?
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No one listens to music aparently. I forgot my CDs at home, remembered the player but not the CDs. Also had lost the music that was in the computer, when the guy that reformatted it carelessly, lost me 27 GB of harddisk space. No one listens to music? I could not get anyone to copy a few songs on a pen drive for my home computer. This machine does not have a CD drive. I must get a memory card.
"Listen to FM" or Vividhbharati".
One, with the din the family upstairs makes till midnight I cannot even hear me think. Second, I cannot stand FM orVividhbharti chatter on the earphone, the endless chatter leaves me bored and tired. I don't want chaloo Hindi film fare that blares on FM all day long. Iwould like Raag Kedar in the evenings (but not the rains, not bef I have found a place that won't flood and that has a balcony from where I could watch the rainfall and hang my washing and get a bit of sunlight).
Want Ahir for Sunday mornings, Yaman by Shahid Parvez for tired evenings. I dont like people ringing my bell at this time. I like being alone with the music.
Sometimes I need human contact, a mental or an intellectual hug and some affection to reassure me am still visible and alive and everything is right with the world. Otherwise one feels like a ghost walking the crypt alone...that is when I go online to be on the blog or on Yahoo chat.
I like Raag Multani on shehnai. I love pahadi tunes and the lighter Ragas like Pilu on Bansuri, the bamboo flute, I love Fuhr Elise and the powerful mellow voice of Joan Baez singing Diamonds and Rust - "we both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and gold".
Her poetry is lousy??? Had Dylan said that to her? I doubt if Dylan could write Diamonds and Rust. Or set it to music the way she had. Did she create the tune for this song?
I ache for the summer breeze and orange brown sunsets and the sight of twirling palm leaves against the redorangebrown sky and the sound of silence as only Purbi or Marwa can render with the quiet, occasional splash of river water out of sight somewhere and a voice softly calling my name .
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I must respond with a “virtual hug” to this, my friend:
“Sometimes I need human contact,
a mental or an intellectual hug and some affection
to reassure me am still visible and alive
and everything is right with the world.”
It’s weird: things can so darn easily be right with the world.
Like now, here, listening to music, a fine loving beast at my feet, Georgie, sleeping.
A clear blue sky.
I ache for summer of the soul. Soft voices, slow insinuating warm breezes.
Summer nights…………
hug. you are real. and visible.
P?"I reach out an imagined hand and run my fingers through the cloud threads, and wonder how people can be so bored watching the world that they'd rather be somewhere else, doing something else, instead of enjoying what's before them in the moment."
Guess you had your epiphany at that instance?
Come visit India sometime with your lovely wife and we shall stay up all night listening to the tropical rainfall watching the darkness of the forests and listen to Raag Darbaari Kanara all together and I shall treat you to warm khichhdi with papad, anchovies and eggs fried in mustard oil :) thank you so much for being with me thru all this