Need to stretch the week for 2 more days; not really sure how much I need to stretch the life.—
Ganesh Dhamodkar (@ganeshdhamodkar) October 11, 2012
Archive for the ‘Love, Life, and Literature’ Category
This blogger is planning to learn playing guitar. He has inquired at one class and things seem to be positive. If all goes well, and things continue to be the same positive for a few more days, he is planning to start the classes on around 10th of this month (because it is the schedule date of his salary).
Wish him the best!
I’m not a big foodie, but I feel free to take an off from my routine and check something on the street. I do it quite often; I just don’t write about it. Food is not my forte; I like to have it rather than to write about it.
But this place I saw today was really yummy. I had an “egg paratha” here that was quite classy; I haven’t had such a taste in a long while. It was really something different from the routine noodles, Manchurian, masala dosa, veg pulao, panipuri, sevpuri, pasta, pizza, veg puff, sweet corn, red pasta, chocolate fantasy, etc; and I like anything served with tomato ketchup!
Some 10 months ago, I had written about the National Book Fair held at Kasturchand Park, Nagpur. I had bought 11 books—bulky 1800 pages—back then. I read some of them, and I left a few. And here comes back the National Book Fair again. It’s currently being held at the same place. It has become an integral part of my being in Nagpur and I have been visiting it consistently for 10 years now. My patterns of reading have changed; the trends of my book-shopping have changed; what has not changed is the same enthusiasm with which I rush myself to the fair as soon as I know of it.
Is it still raining out? I don’t know. It was raining when I came home about an hour ago. I had plans. I was to read what happened to Muhammad Tughlaq. I was to plan for a tentative visit to a monument on Sunday.
I did nothing. I started computer, played Mannipaaya, browsed through Facebook, etc., and again played Mannipaaya.
It seems like the rain has stopped now. Shall I get up and go out instead of just sitting here and missing you?
Like I had always been looking for you. Shall I say that? B’coz I never knew what I was looking for. I had times when I cried intensely for that something, and still never knew what “that something” was. I got along with people; I got away; again got along with new ones. I always felt that loss of something; of something that I have never had. And then after a while, still a long while ago, I made up my mind that I was looking for myself; this search was to be independent from anyone else. I made up my mind that something is missing from me and only I can fill that up. I need to improve myself; I need to find me myself. I put my short bio on twitter with a shair of Iqbal:
Dhoondhata phirta hoon aye “Iqbal” apne aap ko,
Aap hii goya musaafir aap hi manzil hoo.n main!
I keep wandering, oh Iqbal, in search of my self,
As if I am a traveller and I myself am the destination!
I remember myself crying, and crying until I fell asleep, scribbling this shair, and similar stuff, on a paper.
I have torn a book in three. I should have done this much earlier. I had a big old copy of “An Advanced History of India” by Majumdar, Raychaudhuri, and Datta—a tome of 1100+ pages—1990 print. I tried to read it several times, but could not do that with any consistency with its size and huge scope. The book covers the Indian History from pre-Vedic ages up to the creation of Bangladesh in 1971. Due to this wide spectrum of period, and due to my personal inability to hold on my efforts over such a long read, I could read only parts of this book here and there. In an effort to manage it in a decent way, I tore it in three, and what I am going to read is only part II, viz. Medieval India—from around 1100 to 1750s. AD.
The Ganesh festival is just around and the colorful Ganesha idols have started to show up in the market
Cartoons are in a “yo” nowadays! You just need to create a potentially controversial cartoon and you get a sudden fame. An intelligent guy like me should not let go this opportunity and must try to fetch as much fame as I can. I’ve some contacts up there; I’ll try if they can put me in jail, then I will deny a bail etc., you know it all! So here is the first step towards being famous, my cartoon
I have heard of people who enclose themselves within a barrel and roll over the Niagara fall. I would probably not do that; I don’t take much risks.
It was a weekend. Excitement was in the air; kind of mania. Nothing special, just a bit of freedom! I went to Ambazari. It was flowing over and people were enjoying the free shower!
I stayed away, as I usually do, from the brim, watching the people enjoying. I tried taking photos. Some boys were diving from the high sidewall on which I was standing. I wanted to take an “up in the air” shot; I couldn’t exactly catch that moment. It was somewhere between this: