Tuesday, 23 June 2015

MY WEEKLY COLUMN THE SECOND WEEK:

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MY WEEKLY COLUMN 

THE SECOND WEEK:

'Kaleidoscope' and 'Collage' are words usually associated with visuals, But my mind too is like a kaleidoscope, just like the designs keep changing by frequently by rotating the tubular device the scenes on the screen of my mind move about rapidly. On the slate of my mind is like a collage of thoughts of images, instances and characters, who are real living people, none of them being fictitious.  At times, I may not have revealed the names of some of them, only because I did not know or do not know how private a person that person is and he or she may not like to be identified. Here I go unfolding all those events of the past week, dismantling intricate designs of my mind's collage.




 Sunday, they say, is the first day of the week. But I always consider it  as the last day, right from my schooling days. During those times, our schools uniformly reopened (pardon me, my teachers would say the classes opened and not the school) on Mondays and not on any other days as they do these days (in the middle of the week). So, you see, Monday was the first day of the week for us. Funny isn't it, week-end is defined as Saturday and Sunday and yet Sunday, they say, is the first day of the week. May be this is so because every end marks the beginning of something. But in UAE and other Gulf countries as well as other Islamic counties, Saturdays or Sundays are considered as the first working day, as Friday is the weekly holiday for them. This reminds me of what one of  my friends from US, had once told me how his local colleagues would waste time. When they would resume work every Monday, they would discuss, the whole day, how they had spent their their week-ends and again on every Friday, the whole day, they would discuss about their plans for the week-end. Thus they enjoyed a very long week-end of four solid days and worked just for the remaining 3 days of the week. And the whole work load was passed on to emigrants like that friend of mine. May be he was just bluffing. Well, my friend, if what you told me is true and  if you felts so intimidated and  exploited down there, why don't you just leave and come back home. Or is it because of those carrots in form fat salaries of  $$$$s are more precious to you than self respect and dignity, that you are still there. 


This weekly routine of mine takes me back to those days, when I would read ‘The Illustrated Weekly of India, which was considered to be an important English – language publication, and unfortunately ceased to be published since 1993.  Many young students of English used it as a regular reading and guide for honing English language skills in vernacular India. It was fully illustrated by cartoons of R.K. Laxman and Mario Miranda, and I had the privilege of meeting the latter on a barge at a party hosted by one of my cousins (but that’s another story, which I would tell some other time).




 I think, during the time it was edited by late Mr. Khushwant Singh (the man in the bulb), there were some issues of the magazine dedicated to different communities of Bombay (oops, Mumbai). 




But the one that caught my fancy was the ‘Parsi’ special. There was this article, one written by, again I think, it was by some Miss Bachi Kanga. It went in this manner, and I quote ‘Ear plug, ear plug here cometh a Parsi--- (it went on to describe how they changed the party scenario on entering the avenue, reverberating the whole scene with their free loud talk and infectious roaring laughter.) ---We Parsis are very possessive. Everything good is “Apro” or "our own" for us and so do we treat any celebrity as “Apro”. Hence we have આપ્રો હોમી ( Homi Bhabha) , આપ્રો દાદાભાઈ (Dadabhai Naoroji,), આપ્રો ઝુબીન ( Zubin ,the famous Indian conductor of Western classical music), આપ્રો મિસ ઇન્ડિયા પર્સીસ (1965 Miss India- Parsis Khambata),આપ્રો માણેક ( Field Martial Manek Shaw) and there are many more such ‘Apros’. Why, we even have Apro King George and Apro Queen Elezabeth! Can you imagine we even call John F Kenedy as આપ્રો જઓન. ----'






Our teachers would always stress that we should read news papers to improve our language skills. They would even ask us, "What the front page news,what was the head line ?" to find out whether we actually followed their advice. But then these days what do we have:



I] THE TIMES OF INDIA:
28TH MAY.2015 - PAGE 4: REPORT ABOUT MONIKA, WHO HAD SECURED 63% IN HSC: Monika (who lost both her arms in a train accident last year) and her family got public tremendous (?) while being treated at Parel and drew a lot of attention to commuter safety.
II] MUMBAI MIRROR:
20TH JANUARY, 2014: PAGE 3 – Job-seeker made to work at Riyadh camel stable …. However, Mushtaque did not answering his calls, nor was he available at his Bombay Central office.
[ IT SHOULD BE ‘did not answer his call’ ]

24/5/2015: Devendra Tiwari writes: Shinde’s advocate, Sushant Kanjuram said,” In spite of Shinde giving several written complaints to the police about the death threats from ex-partners, they did not taken any action.---”  [ DID NOT TAKE ANY ACTION OR HAVE NOT TAKEN ANY ACTION]  It has also been alleged that whenever Shinde was absence  [ABSENT] from film city---

 

[DEBJANI DID NOT STARVE TO DEATH: INITIAL PM REPORT]

  
The preliminary report of the post-mortem conducted on the remains of Debjani, the sister of Partha De who was arrested after he was found living with her skeletal remains and those of her dogs, has shown that she did not died ( did not die)of malnutrition and starvation as claimed by De. 

There are many more instances of such blunders..I wonder whether they do editing and proof reading these days. And what about the front page? The first page is not the front page, it is hidden behind those three 1/4, 1/2 or 1/3 pages, advertising sum product. It's so irritating,you know!







This particular illustration (from the Weekly) by Mario depicts the current scenario:  Those days:






Now on Friday, the 19th (and not Friday the thirteenth), this was the picture:







It reminds of song from 1956 Hindi film C.I.D. :
रफ़ी :ऐ दिल है मुश्किल जीना यहां।  ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के ये है बम्बई मेरी जान कहीँ बिल्डिंग ,कहीं ट्रामे ,कहीं मोटर ,,कहीं मिल मिलता यहां सबकुछ।इक मिलता नहीं दिल, इंसाफ का नहीं कहीं नामोनिशां। कहीं सट्टा ,कहीं पत्ता, कहीं चोरी, कहीं रेस,कहीं डाका, कहीं ठोकर,कहीं ठेस ---- ऐ दिल है मुश्किल जीना यहां।  ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के  and yet ये है बम्बई मेरी जान।


 So it rained, rained and rained. It rained cats and dogs. The phrase has to be now changed to ' Bulls and buffaloes' (oops! I know 'beef' is banned. But it is not literally, it is only on your dinner table, That's dietary control for you!) Rains in Spain may stay mainly on the plain but here in Mumbai it rains everywhere, on street, inside your home and even from your roof tops! What's more, it rains inside your trains and BEST buses! Yet I too love my ' Cosmopolitan Bombay, सबकी  बम्बई आणि मराठीमोळी मुंबई and love the rains, when it rains moderately so that I can have bhajis and do some 'mauj masti:'.






तसे भजी व मक्याचे भाजलेले कणीस आणि पाऊस ह्यांची काय सांगड असते कोण जाणे. घरात बसून किंवा मित्रां सोबत थोडी मजा लोटणे मौज मस्ती करणे ठीक आहे. पण जेंव्हा असे घडते -----

It saddens me to read about tragedies, like the Hooch tragedy - SAD, SAD, SAD!


Total prohibition is no solution to stop the evil that these men brew. Prohibition or heavy taxation on IMF LIQUOR will only increase production of illicit liquor,


And now this final thought of the week. Sunday,21st of June was the last day of the week. It was International Yoga Day. So I began my day by doing some Yoga Asanas and Moodras. You may read the article titled 'YOGA- ASANAS & MUDRAS' in my blog @ : htpp//vinaytrilokekar,blogspot.in , But this Yoga Day eclipsed our day – Fathers’ Day and robbed us, fathers, of only day in a year, which we can call our own- oh, just kidding! So until the next week au revoir, good bye,આવ જો, --चला  भेटूया !


                                                                                                 Vinay Trilokekar


Monday, 22 June 2015

THE WEEKLY COLUMN – ‘The Week That Went By’ / आठवड्यातील घडामोडी THE FIRST WEEK:

THE WEEKLY COLUMN – ‘The Week That Went By’ / आठवड्यातील घडामोडी

THE FIRST WEEK:

The other day I had this bright idea (a wacky one, you may call), a thought that occurred during the weekend, precisely on Saturday, that just went by – A thought- to write a weekly FB column, a column for my Face Book friends, and to make it a regular feature on my time line at that.
“And for a Saturday, a few stray thoughts and a few general observations and a few points of view (all my own work)”, is how Behram Contractor, the ´Busybee´ would begin his column ‘Round and About’ in Afternoon Despatch & Courier. And he would always conclude in this manner, “And this final point of view”. I definitely write about my take on Busybee some other time.
So the title could not be ‘Stray thoughts / काही क्षणिक विचार’ and then I decided on: The Week That Went By / आठवड्यातील घडामोडी. It has nothing to do with that hilarious show on TV- ‘The Week That Wasn’t!’ Why, don’t tell me you haven’t watched it as yet ! The Week That Wasn't with Cyrus Broacha TV Show on CNN IBN, Live every Saturday at 10.30 pm and repeated on Sundays as well. Somehow I missed out on Kunal and company last Saturday and on Sunday there was no ‘The Week That Wasn’t’ this time and that ‘Wasn’t My Choice’ either.  So I am not going to dwell on ‘The Week That Wasn’t’ in  ‘The Week That Went By’ / आठवड्यातील घडामोडी. May be I shall, some other week. तर गेल्या आठद्यातील घडामोडींचा घेऊया आढावा. Yeah, let’s do some round and about of the week that went by.
SSC results were out and I had a good reason to be happy, though one of my acquaintances expressed her apprehension and anxiety (with passing percentage being  90+ and the first ranker securing 99.4%, who would not become numb or बधिर and comparing these results with those of our times we would have been  placed in the category ‘Malnourished’ or  ‘कुपोषित’ and for that matter, even the top rankers would have stood in ‘ Below the poverty line’)  in this manner:
१० वी ला सध्या मुलांना पडत असलेले मार्क बघून …,,, बधीरच व्ह्यायला होतंय ….इथे ९० % मार्क वाला मध्यम वर्गीय ८५ % मार्क वाला गरीब ८० % मार्क वाला दारिद्र्य रेषेखालचाच वाटायला लागलाय …………। नशीब आपण पूर्वीच पास झालो …। नाहीतर सध्या च्या मार्काच्या तुलनेत … '' कुपोषित '' सदरा खालीच आपली गणती झाली असती …!
But with me it was a different story. It so happened that--- I received a call from an acquaintance of mine, a businessman and philanthropist who was (still is) in New Jersey (though has a name, I shall not reveal it here because I do not know how private a person he is and may not like to be generally identified and neither shall I reveal the name of his nephew). He spoke about his nephew and requested me to help him out. Subsequently, he sent me this email on 1st March, 2015:
Dear Vinay sir,
I greatly appreciate your help!
I will take care of charges/ fees.
Please make sure that __B___ is available every day , please push him a bit( I am requesting this to u because, I know that , ONLY you can handle such case)
I know that ___B__is stubborn and not very cooperative, but I do not want to give hope on him because he is still,  a kid and he lost his father 3 years ago and his mom is busy
 9am-9pm earning their daily bread. 
There are millions of kids like him in India, who need help......
But If I ignore my own cousin's son then, how can I reach out to the kids whom, I have never known or met?
I apologize for making your rush  and push you thus.
Once again thanks a lot for helping me out.
Best Regards,

 RC

The help he sought was a tough task of teaching a boy, his nephew,  Algebra and Geometry and prepare him for his SSC exams and that too in just 5 days during the exams, the whole one year portion in 5 days. So I would go to his residence at Wadala(slum), daily from 7th to 11th March. For 4 to 5 hours on each day I taught him Mathematics, from the basics. He was literally at zero level not only in maths but also in English, in spite studying in English medium school (that’s RTI for you, everyone promoted and no detention up to IX). It was extremely difficult to start from the scratch but not impossible. It was also a learning experience for me, going to those slums in Wadala. I accepted the challenge.

Around 3 p.m. the taxi dropped me at Baktar Ali Naka and located the Sagar Bar (don’t get any idea), where the boy was supposed to meet me. He took me through the congested area guiding me through the narrow lanes lined by those one or two storey  shanties avoiding oncoming vehicles, hawkers and pits. Finally we reached his house after covering the distance in 25- 30 minutes. The door opened outside, only the right one while the left one remained closed. As I walked in I realized the reason, behind the left door was an iron ladder leading up to the loft, and I was able to walk in turning sideways and I walked into their kitchen cum his study. He made sit on a small wooden stool, spread open the folding wooden table and he sat opposite me on a pile of cushions. On his left was the refrigerator which could hardly be opened as he was blocking it. Immediately to his right was the Fully Automatic washing machine and which was touching the kitchen platform, and to my left was a rack with utensils. So I began to teach him. So I taught him for those five days, 3 days of Algebra and the remaining 2 for Geometry. SSC results were declared. I was waiting for his phone call. I had his seat number, I knew his name. But ‘mother’s name’ was the on line requirement. His mom was ---gita or ---geeta, but with right permutation and combination   I got it right.  He had passed securing 52 % and so had I. It was all worth it – my  pain and struggle. I was apprehensive. It was only possible because of his efforts and our prayers.
So we old timers were certainly not ‘Malnourished’ or  ‘कुपोषित’ but we were ‘Well-balanced’ or ‘संतुलित’.
Just as I was happy for the boy, I was also equally happy for this man – Mr. Avinash Chaugule, 50 year old peon from Mantralaya, ultimately cleared his SSC on 28th attempt  (And two guys from our building gave up after some attempts, one of them appeared as many as 21 times and when he failed at the 21st attempt he ran away from home and was finally traced in the Army recruitment queue and the other guy gave up when appeared with his son, who passed but the father failed. I admire Mr. Avinash’s perseverance. During these three decades the curriculum had changed several times, so it must have been very tough for him. Cheers to you, young man!
Then there was this boy, who got 35 % in each subject. It must be record of some sort. Then a private Gujarati school in Nalasopara earned the dubious distinction of being the only school in the entire Mumbai region to get 0 % result at SSC.
But for Nauman Sabuwala the celebration of his success at SSC (with 65 %) ended tragically, when a AudiQ3 driven by a drunk top – notch corporate lawyer collided with taxi they were travelling back home.   Two people were killed, his father and the taxi driver. Very sad indeed! My sympathies to them!
While these were stories of happiness and sadness, there was this chilling story, a horror story straight from Alfred Hitchcock. A scene reminiscent of Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho confronted city police shortly after they had questioned Partha De, 44, following the discovery of his 77-year-old father, Arabindo’s burnt body in the bathtub at their south Calcutta home on the previous night.While investigating Arabindo's death, the police officers found her skeleton covered with a blanket on a single bed in a bedroom that the siblings shared, with the air-conditioner on at full blast. Grimy teddy bears were arrayed on the bed's headboard. Strewn around were plastic tiffin boxes, the food in them "rotten long ago", from which the brother "fed" his dead sister, Debjani, every night. It seems she had died of starvation sometime last December. The skeletons of the family's two pet Labradors lay on the floor - they had apparently died in August and September. In the month of May, Partha had thrown a birthday party at the house, with at least a dozen relatives and friends attending. Mukti De, Partha's 70-year-old aunt who lives next door in the same compound, shuddered at the thought that she had had lunch separated by a wall from her niece's skeleton. None of the invitees smelt the stench. It seems after the death of  Partha's mother due to cancer, the family became reclusive. Why did the neighbours or relatives not ask questions when they did not see Debjani or the dogs for months? No one, not even the dogs, ever came out of the house. Occasionally, neibours would   hear a piano, which they thought was being played by Debjani, but today they know that were old records his father played. Officers said Partha's grandfather Gadadhar De had bought the property from a British owner over 80 years ago. The house is in an upscale locality near several well-known schools, and the police commissioner's residence is a five-minute walk away
Norman Bates (played by Anthony Perkins) became a part of cinematic history when Alfred Hitchcock released his genre-bending film, Psycho, in 1960. Bates, a motel owner in small town America, would take care of the skeleton of his long-dead mother for years. Partha De of Kolkata is not much different, who took care of her elder sister Debjani’s decomposed body for six months.

Thus the first week had been a blend of happiness, sadness and horror. But it ended on a good note - it has started raining, giving us respite from the oppressive and sweltering heat.


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Vinay Trilokekar

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

A TRIBUTE TO ANITA EKBERG



A TRIBUTE TO ANITA EKBERG

 On 11th January, 2015 Kerstin Anita Marianne Ekberg (better known only as Anita Ekberg) passed away at the age of 83 years. This Swedish actress, model, and sex symbol, was best known for her role as Sylvia in the Federico Fellini (Italian) film La Dolce Vita (1960), which featured a scene of her cavorting in Rome'sTrevi Fountain alongside Marcello Mastroianni. However, I haven’t seen that movie.

The first time I saw her was in ‘Woman Times Seven’(Sette Volte Donna in Italian), which was Italian/French/American co-production anthology film of seven different episodes, directed by Vittorio De Sica, all starring Shirley MacLaine, most of them based on aspects of adultery. It was during my college days. I think, it was at ‘New Empire Theatre’. ‘Woman Times Seven’ was a very short film and hence another film,‘Boccaccio’ was also screened along with WTS, which also featured Anita Ekberg.
The seven episodes were titled Paulette /Funeral Procession’, Maria Teresa/ Amateur Night’, ‘Edith/ Super Simone’, Eve/ At the Opera’, ‘Marie/ Suicides’, and ‘Jeane / Snow’. It was star studded film figuring Shiley MacLaine with Peter Sellers, Michael Caine, Lex Barker, Adrienne Corri, Vittorio Gassman and Anita Ekberg. In the episode - ‘Jeane / Snow’ Anita Ekberg, I think, had a very small role. In that episode two friends meet for lunch on a winter afternoon. They notice a handsome but seedy-looking man (Michael Caine) who appears to be following them. Claudie (Anita Ekberg) suggests the two leave the restaurant and go their separate ways to see which one of them he follows. As Paris is hit by a sudden blizzard, Jeanne realises that the man is following her.
I was simply fascinated by ‘Boccaccio 70’ (an omnibus film telling four different tales and each story directed by four different directors, common theme being satire of Puritanism and of morality). No, not fascinated by the entire film but by one of the four stories (Le tentazioni del dottor Antonio- The Temptation of Dr. Antonio) in which there was this beautiful, tall, voluptuous, big – breasted, giant of a woman in the film, I was in my teens, remember? So it was natural for to be so wonder-struck.  There is this character, an elderly citizen who is fed up with too much immorality in the form of indecent content in print. He goes about in his mission raising his objections wherever and whenever he has issues with something immoral in society, filing complaints after complaints with the authorities. One fine morning as looks out of his bedroom window he horrified to find a huge hoarding that has come up in the park below. It shows a huge Anita Ekberg lying provocatively beside a milk bottle. It’s a billboard of Anita Ekberg advertising "Drink more milk". 


He doesn’t know how that billboard will go on to change his life. He goes one authority to the other to have it removed, covering the Church, Municipality, Government, everyone, but to no avail. Throughout the film, children are heard singing the jingle "Bevete più latte, bevete più latte!" (Drink more milk! The movie was thankfully sub-titled in English. ) The image begins to haunt him with hallucinations. Down comes, the whole towering Anita, some fifteen times his height – out of that giant poster – alive and all her tantalising self. She comes near him and lifts the tiny little Dr. Antonio in her palm. Then she appears as a temptress and Dr. Antonio as St. George to spear the dragon – he is pursued and captured by the buxom Swedish star in a deserted Rome (Rome and deserted? Unimaginable, isn’t it?) And at one point, his umbrella falls between her breasts. Can you imagine his struggle to retrieve his umbrella and then getting out from the precarious position that he was in?
  It's a small tribute from your fan. RIP Madame Anita Ekberg.
                                                                                                                       Vinay Trilokekar