wish you well…

by David Baldacci is an absolute must read. It is a beautifully and sensitively crafted story. The main character, Miss Louisa Mae Cardinal is someone who has something for all of us. She has become my role model and as I begin the last lap of my journey, she is someone I would love to be like… I have often asked myself what now? How can I handle this part in the best way? What should I do? How should I be? What should I think? It’s Louisa’s approach to life… to every day… to everything that crosses her path… how she approaches the huge responsibilities that fall to her lot at this time of her life when she is in her eighties… lots to learn from this, and if I can be a quarter of the person she was, I would have really LIVED and would be able to end my life in peace…

How difficult it is...

to come to terms with the death of loved friends. I lost two of them in quick succession....before I could come to terms with Madhu's passing, Thomachen went away... Two quirky, brutally honest, totally no-nonsense people - temperament-wise, they were my complete opposite. And yet the love was so strong. They saw me through some of my darkest days and brooked no excuse in my getting back to myself - I had to get back myself totally and completely. No compromises. They believed in me and believed that I could be the best version of myself. There were times when I would break down...from these two there would be a bit of 'Okay cry' but in a short while it would be  - enough, get up and fight back....get yourself back.....They held up mirrors of how I was in my childhood and in College..... and insisted I get back some semblance of that person. Involuntarily I check my mail for one of those long, rambling letters from Thomachen, or my What'sapp msgs for a short, scratchy msg from Madhu.....  I knew and always felt their caring.... The pain is sometimes unbearable....as if someone is trying to cut off all the threads that bind me to this earth. But I have my beloved daughter and granddaughter - they told me more than once and in just so many ways that instead of being strong for these two beloved beings, I was becoming a liability to them and to myself..... Brutal. Honest. and totally loving.....

83...

the film....

I saw this film back to back, and intend seeing it again and again... something about it has gripped me completely. I have always admired Kapil Dev. And Ranveer Singh plays the role beautifully and so authentically. Again, speaking for myself, the movie was a total experience - the making of the film, the cricketers, all that goes on behind the scenes, the expectations of the whole country.... thousands of aspects.... One thing that I realized with a start was the amount of work the manager did behind the scenes and the taunts, money issues, and other travails he had to deal with. This was reinforced when I saw the film Soorma on Sandeep Singh, hockey player. Goodness!! One would imagine the country would go all out to create a good support system to help sports persons.... Also, we don't hear enough of all the sports events the country takes part in, and yet how hard the players work. The hurdles in front of them are tremendous....no/not enough funds, no proper technique, no proper clothes or footwear, nor any of the usual accessories necessary for the game....not even a good enough diet.... Plus they have to get through and over the financial and other difficulties and problems at home. Tack on the societal pressures of their immediate environment. But, it is their children's passion and love of the game that drive parents to give of their 200 percent in any which way they can.....and what is the end goal? To play for India...to wear the India colours....Junoon... And the hope that if they get selected to play for India it will improve the quality of life for their families...no personal egoistic wish.... and so they work...how they work... just their striving and overcoming every block in their way would qualify them as superheroes. What humility and what passion. The coaches don't have any kind of support system to offer a team  - themselves ill-equipped and poorly compensated. These coaches and managers go on and on despite the huge, huge, sometimes Himalayan problems they have to overcome, not to mention the daily societal tensions.....they go on pushing and pushing these players to give more than their 100%. Together coaches, managers, players manifest their complete and total dedication to their sport. They are our superheroes...

Which bring me to the painful realization that for the country it is the politics of it, while for us, the people, it is our solitary dreams and aspirations that spur us onwards through each difficult day.... 

The beauty of tradition…

in the light of the removal of Abide With Me from the Beating Retreat ceremony. 

 

Let me try to put things in perspective. 

 

 

Beating Retreat

Beating Retreat is a military ceremony, dating to 17^th-century England, to recall nearby patrolling units to their castle at sunset. By extension this ceremony was used to end the day’s fighting in a battle. As soon as the buglers sounded the Retreat, troops ceased fighting, and withdrew from the battlefield.

 

In our context, the Beating Retreat ceremony marks the end of the Republic Day festivities, and is on the 3^rdday after Republic Day. 

 

Over the years it has become as occasion for Band displays by the Bands of the Armed Forces. Timeless classics of Western Music, and, of late, typically Indian tunes are played by the highly competent members of the three Bands: the Army, the Navy, and the Air Force. It is a beautifully crafted ceremony with a gorgeous backdrop of decorated camels against the North and South Blocks. Beating Retreat is always at sunset, making the ceremony very impressive and moving. 

 

In the particular context of our country, the Beating Retreat ceremony was started in the early 1950s when Queen Elizabeth ll and Prince Philip visited an independent India. Jawaharlal Nehru, our Prime Minister at that time, asked Major G.A. Roberts, an officer in the Grenadiers, to do something spectacular for the royal visit. Major Roberts conceived the Beating Retreat ceremony. It was to be a display by the massed bands of the Army, Air Force, and Navy bands. Over the years these bands have developed an eclectic repertoire and a variety of marching formations and displays. 

 

Tradition

Tradition is the handing down of customs, or beliefs, from one generation to another. Tradition reinforces values we hold dear. Tradition also provides a forum to showcase and celebrate customs that are important to us. 

 

The Beating Retreat ceremony is a gorgeous symphony of music, discipline, and colour. It is not a colonial hangover, but it has taken the best from the various cultures of the world and knitted them into a uniquely Indian ceremony. Every year new tunes are added, new displays worked out. The drum sets are modified for increased effect. The tradition is enriched every year as it moves from one generation to the next. Every tune and every display comes together as one composite whole. This ceremony showcases the virtuosity of the men in uniform. While accompanying the March Past, of course, typically marching music is played. The end of this ceremony has always been the hymn Abide with Me. This is a beautiful hymn and it was one of Gandhiji’s favourite hymns. The playing of Abide with Me is a musical tribute to the Father of our Nation, and along with this, the playing of Sare Jahan se Achcha is a tribute to our beloved country. 

 

In Lawrence, Lovedale, I remember as if it was but yesterday, how hard the boys and girls in their respective bands practised for the Beating Retreat ceremony. Every free moment went into rushing to the Band Room and taking their instrument to secluded places around the Band Room to practice. And then, when they all came together, it was another round of intense practice. As the last day approached, their instruments and uniforms literally shone. What pride there was in the way they played and conducted all the exercises. The end of the ceremony was marked with Lawrencia. There was not a dry eye in the stands. Lawrencia was our tribute to Sir Henry Lawrence and our beloved school. 

 

 

Can you imagine a world…

without Birju Maharaj?

Unthinkable. 

I’m not a dancer, nor do I know much about the world of Indian Music and Dance. But these people - Ustad Vilayat Khan Saheb, Ustad Rais Khan Saheb, Ustad Ali Akbar Saheb, and Ustad Bismillah Khan Saheb…and now Pandit Birju Maharaj have gone leaving a huge void…. Through their music and dance, through all the nuances they brought to their art, they created a world of beauty and elegance, refinement and gracefulness. This is forever lost. Worse, the world of culture seems orphaned….. 

However, they have left behind a lasting legacy and we can still draw from them, thereby enriching our lives. That need not ever end…

Music for my soul…

Have been listening to the most amazing music. 

Farida Khanum Begum Sahiba must be in her 80s and still the same charm…and what a voice. Aaj jaane ki zid…..

Also heard a beautiful number by Abida Parveen & Naseebo Lal—Tu jhoom.

& lastly, Ghungroo toot gaye by Ustad Rais Khan Saheb. His sons Farhan and Suhail also sing this…..Both versions go straight to the heart…..

We listen to so many kinds of music. However, there are times when you happen to play just that music that your soul requires. And the thoughts and changes that this brings about rejigs and re-calibrates the course of life, as it were….

Two films…

that have affected me deeply are Lion and Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui. Both very powerful in their own way. 

Lion exposes a terribly unsavoury side of our country when the story line follows the plight of a small boy, 5 years old, who gets lost. It moves on to little Seroo’s adoption by an Australian couple who live in idyllic Hobart, Tasmania. 25 years later he tracks down his family with Google Earth, based on images that were engraved in his 5-year-old mind. 

Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui, deals with deep questions that refuse to be kept under wraps anymore…. A typical punjabi  munda falls in love with a girl who reveals that she is a transgender girl. The tensions of social pressure and family pressures are exposed. Further, the boy’s father, a widower, falls in love with a Muslim girl, revealing the underlying apprehensions and fears of an inter-religious relationship. In the end sanity prevails and there are happy endings all around but this film was an eye opener. These delicate issues have to be dealt with. The time for hiding these or pretending they don’t exist is over. It’s high time the underlying hypocrisy of civil society was exposed. I’m so glad and grateful that Abhishek Kapoor and his team, Supratik Sen and his team, and Bhushan Kumar and his team dealt with these issues in a refined and easy-to-understand way so that everyone can understand and therefore accept. Ayushmann Khurrana and Vaani Kapoor did full justice to their roles.

Don’t miss these films.