Friday, August 18, 2006
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thanda Lege Jaabey
One phrase every Bengali worth his sweater has grown up with is thanda lege jabey. It is the ultimate warning of impending doom, an unadulterated form of existentialist advice. Thanda lege jabey. Thou shalt 'catch the cold'.
'Catching the cold' comes easy to Bengalis. It's a skill that's acquired almost immediately after birth. Watch a Bengali baby and you would know. Wrapped in layers of warm clothing even if the sun is boiling the mercury, the baby learns quickly that his chances of survival in a Bengali household depend on how tightly he can wrap
himself in cotton, linen and wool. Bengalis have almost romanticised warm clothing, so much so that Bengali art has found eloquent expression in a form of quilt-stitchwork called kantha.
I'm sure wool-shearers even in faraway Australia say a silent prayer to Bengalis before the shearing season (if there's any such season). I'm also sure the very thought of Bengalis sends a chill down the spine of many a sheep.
In winter, the quintessential Bengali's outfit puts the polar bear to shame. Packaged in at least seven layers of clothing and the head snugly packed inside the queerest headgear, the monkey cap, he takes the chill head on.
Easy lies the head that wears the monkey cap. With a pom-pom at the top, it's not just a fashion statement; it's a complete fashion paragraph.
I remember strolling down the Walk of Fame in Hollywood on a pleasant May evening.
My eyes scanned the glittering stars on the asphalt - each an ode to a Hollywood heavyweight. Suddenly, my ears caught the unmistakable Doomsday warning - 'thanda lege jabey'. I stood transfixed. The Hollywood Walk of Fame is probably the last place one would like to get caught 'catching the cold'. I turned around. There was this Bengali family braving the American chill. The young brat of the family was adamant that he didn't want any more clothing but mom wouldn't have any of it - "sweater porey nao, thanda lege jabey." I need not translate that. Mom won, and the family - sweaters et al - posed for a photograph.
For a race that is perpetually running scared of cold weather, Bengalis have a surprising affinity for hill stations.
Probably, warmth of heart is best preserved in shawls, pullovers and cardigans.
In an age when you are judged by how cool or uncool you are,the warmth that the kakus, jethus and mashimas exude can melt icebergs. I wouldn't trade that warmth for any amount of cool. However, the monkeycap may look cool without the pom-pom.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The things people say...
Here is my top seven list. I’m sure each one of you has a list as well. Please feel free to add:
1. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it.: Airhead! I am sorry, because I have done it. If I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t be sorry in the first place.
2. Life is short.: Did I miss something here? Living is the longest thing you’ll ever do. Or did you have plans after you were dead?
3. Can I borrow your book?: Of course you CAN. But do I want to give it to you? No. If you are asking my permission, the correct usage is, MAY I borrow your book? And the answer is still No.
4. It’s the last place you’ll ever look.: Obviously. Or did you plan to keep looking for it even after you found it. You are either jobless or a basket case.
5. Learn to stand on your own two feet.: Huh!? Sunshine! Could you tell me how to stand on somebody else’s two feet?
6. You’ve come for the movie?: No idiot! I paid good money to come stare at the posters. And the once I am done, I want to save the stub for my stub collection.
7. Don’t walk on grass.: Would it be okay if I run on it? Or would it be okay if I sit on it? Or did you mean, "Keep off the grass."?
Monday, May 23, 2005
The Conceit of Bangalore.
What was the big deal, I thought? It was 11 am. And bang in the middle of the busiest part of
These two seemingly unconnected incidents set me thinking. Is
Bangaloreans are terribly aloof and inward looking. Any hint of over-familiarity and they tend to withdraw into themselves. Visitors, are made to feel less than welcome. What the Bangaloreans fail to realise is, once you become a cosmopolitan city, it no longer belongs to you.
Sure, they are always quick with a smile. And ever polite when asked for help. But that’s where it stopped. It took me six months to break through this attitude at work. The auto drivers would refuse to acknowledge me when I spoke to them in Hindi. Dare I say it, there was even a hint of arrogance. Even worse, a few people I spoke with used to speak about people from
Where does this sense of superiority come from? Culture? The cultural scene of
Intellectual tolerance? Six months back, cinema halls were almost shut down because no non-Kannada films could be released before three weeks of their worldwide release. Add to that the fact that, it's the only state to have a state flag as well as the national flag.
The Chinese and the Burmese have made
But
But the mentality still remains provincial. It is a village that has grown up too fast, too soon. End of.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
The tragedy happened even before the book was printed. The writer, John Kennedy Toole wrote this book when he was 29. He spent the next three years trying to get it published. Finally, depressed, when he couldn’t get it published, he committed suicide. It was through the painstaking efforts of his mother, that the book was published.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
In defence of the passive person.
Let’s take something as mundane as a ration card. Getting a ration card means endless queues in government offices. If you don’t get that elusive yellow and red cardboard book, you don’t exist. No ration card means no proof of residence. No proof of residence means the government doesn’t know you exist. If you don’t exist, you don’t get a telephone connection. You don’t get a water connection. You don’t get a passport. And you don’t get a driving license. Unless of course you are prepared to bribe corrupt government officials at every step.
Everyman spends a good part of his life fighting for basic amenities. Can we blame him for not having the inclination to fight? And try to be different?
Not me.I didn’t protest when they demolished the Babri Masjid. I didn’t protest about the Gujrat riots. I didn’t protest when the Shiv Sainiks beat up some poor kids on Valentine’s day. I didn’t protest on the Shah Bano verdict. And I didn’t protest when they mercilessly chopped trees on
Let’s take an example closer home. An account director in my agency says, he needs people to fit into the system. And why not? The system has evolved after a lot of thought and effort. Give it a chance. The account director needs drones and he hires drones. You can’t have a queen bee sitting in a secretary’s chair.