A Day@M/s DFC!

 Oh, what do you think? I am referring to the ubiquitous KFC?!? No, not at all! For one thing, I am a pure veg. I do not even eat eggs. What is the necessity? Much much more tastier and kinder veg options are available. As they exist, n abundantly, why kill a life just to satiate your taste buds, right? Downright cruel n absolutely unnecessary. 

What then is the DFC? Okay, let me explain. No, it is not some giant TNC, that is, a trans-national or multi-national conglomerate. Rather, it is an acronym I have created to state the relevance of July 1. 

July 1 is a unique day. It is a day dedicated to doctors, while it celebrates farmers ( a fact very few know and/ or acknowledge) and, moreover, it is a day which glorifies the contribution of the Chartered Accountants to individuals and/or to society.  Hence the acronym D for doctors, F for farmers, C for Chartered Accountants. 

A doctor keeps the best account of our health, while a C.A. takes care of our financial health. Hence the need to wish a Very Happy Day to both these clans.  And, oh, yes, the day commemorates Dr. Bhidhan Chandra Roy, the first FRCS from India who later contributed solidly to the Freedom movement.

Which is fair enough. As for farmers who, unfortunately, cares for them? They are like parents. Forever caring, giving, never expecting anything in return! Except a life time of hardship, tolerance, and hope!

And equally important they are for, nay, central to, life. If farmers do not grow crops and/or grow crops sufficient only for their individual family's needs, neither health nor wealth would be possible, right? Hope, next year, on July 1, every one would celebrate the DFC day! 

Pratima@July 1 is also a harsh reminder that half the year is already over! Time to get up n going, in brief! 

Quote of the day:                                                           "If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice," stated Meister Eckhart. Touché!

Word of the day: gratitude                                         Gratitude involves 1) Appreciation: Recognizing the value and significance of someone's actions 2) Thankfulness: A conscious feeling of being pleased or relieved by a benefit received and 3) Gratefulness: The state of being warm and responsive to kindness.

So says Kabir!

 In the Indian subcontinent, the mediaeval Bhakti tradition is a great mo(ve)ment of devotion. Undoubtedly, it questions all sorts  of rigid hierarchies. Instead, there is a glorification of a unique spiritual connect with the godhead. 

Kabir is one of the best examples of such a rich awareness. His verses in the local dialect are a unique combo of mysticism and a simple philosophy enabling daily lived lives. Hence on the occasion of his birth anniversary celebrated each year on June 29, let us discuss one such "doha" . 

First a loose translation of the 'doha'. "Asleep, the nights went by/Indulged, the days did away fly//Like a diamond, life, truly precious/Rendered I it thus worthless.//

Why discuss this 'doha'? For one thing, it states a forever truth. Most all waste this unique precious gift called life in laziness or in all sorts of excesses, beginning with food, and ending in everything ad infinitum. In the process, this unique gift, life, is lost. 

The 'doha' is in other words an intense appeal to value life,  so uniquely compared with a valued diamond, and not to lose it in useless silly pursuits. One of the best examples hence it is of Kabir's simple, wise n sweet doha's!

Pratima@ Didactic the 'doha' undoubtedly is. Yet it is rendered poetic due to the simple  comparison, with a precious dimand, which is easily understood. Thus it stands strong against all hedonistic 'carpe diem' philosophies.

Quote of the day:                                                            "So be careful to live your life, wisely, not foolishly," asserts Ephesians, 5:15.

Word of the day: hedonistic                                     Hedonistic is a lifestyle of sleep, eat, drink, dance, be merry; in brief, devoted to the pursuit of empty pleasures. 

Being the Pinnacle

 In Marathi Bhakti tradition, there is this lovely "abhang" (a type of hymn) by Sant Bahinabai. This devotional composition is an extended metaphor. It compares the Marathi Bhakti tradition to the construction of a temple. Sant Dnyaneshwar, my favourite most saint who is an all-in-one presence, a great thinker, a spiritual guru, a devoted disciple, a superb poet, and so on and on, is the plinth of this edifice, while Sant Tukaram is the temple dome, the pinnacle. 

In contemporary times, the namesake, Tukaram Mundhe, seems to be the pinnacle of the administrative structure. He is an IAS officer. His, however, is not the "eat (be corrupt) and let eat (allow others to be corrupt as well)" policy. 

Naturally, a very p(r)icky officer, because he is highly conscientious and ethical, he has often been transferred. He is currently serving as the Commissioner of the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) in Maharashtra, based in Mumbai. Appointed in May 2026, this marks the silver jubilee transfer of his twenty-one-year long civil service career!

Why so many rendez-vous with so many varied profiles ? Well, he loves his job, is a stickler for rules, and his strict administrative approach consists of  anti-corruption drives. No wonder he is so much a thorn in so many sides that often he faces life threats. 

Such pinnacles, however, are very much the need of the hour, committed lecturers, devoted doctors, politicians who are thinkers/statesmen, and so on and on, if the socio-cultural fabric is not to be to vitiated by the Siya adulter(y)-ated way!

Pratima@ Papa was one such hyper committed, conscientious officer. He, too, faced so many transfers that my parents had these big boxes to pack their minimal goodies, and move on to the next town of transfer. I am very, very, very proud of being the daughter of such a pinnacle of an officer, and of a pinnacle of a couple who later sacrificed their togetherness so that our  education does not suffer, given Papa's transfers! 

Quote of the week:                                                         "Be a yardstick of quality," says Steve Jobs. "Excellence is an attitude," asserts Ralph Marston.  

Word of the day: pinnacle of excellence.                   This phrase represents the absolute highest point of achievement, quality, or success in a given field. It is often referred to as the summit of perfection, the gold standard, or the finest example of mastery.

Magical Melody

 R. D. Burman! Most of us would associate him with rhythm. In fact, he was called the "rhythm king." No wonder, when the Bhappi Lahiri's who could improvise better on the Western rhythm started to dominate the Bollywood music, R. D. was hugely rejected by the film industry. 

He was at the nadir of his career, nay life itself. Nobody would sign him. If he was signed at all, the songs would not click. His health was deteriorating. Monetary losses stared him in the face. He was all alone, in addition. 

Significantly, during such difficult days, R.D. 're-turned' to melody. Yes, I am referring to his swansong, "1942: A Love Story." All the songs composed by R.D. for this movie are melodious. Magical, however, is "Rim Zim, Rum Zum," right?

The very poem, yes, the song is a poem, is most musically written by Javed Akhtar. There is lovely alliteration, assonance, consonance which are enhanced by the rhyme-n-repetition. Absolute onomatopoeia echoes in literally every line of this soft, gentle song. 

Noticable it is that the accompanying instruments in this song are rarely the percussion types, which otherwise dominate R.D's oeuvre. Instead, here the melody is as soft as the drizzle, as the gentle feel of deep love reflected in this poem through highly lyrical images.

No wonder, come monsoon, on the loop are  "lagi aaj sawan ki phir yeh zadi" , "rim zim kare sawan", AND "rim zim, rim zim, rum zum, rum zum" which captures the ever reviving magic of the monsoon and the tender melody of a blooming love forever blossoming. 

Pratima@ R. D. kabhi marte nahin because the magical melody of such songs shows his soft power! Hence this tribute to him on his birth anniversary.

Quote of the day:                                                           "Melody is the soul of music." So said Mozart. 

Word of the day: Onomatopoeia                                Onomatopoeia is the process of creating or using words that phonetically imitate, resemble, or suggest the sounds they describe. These words bring the lyric to life by engaging the listener's/reader’s senses, making the song/poem more vivid and dynamic.

The Regal Win

 Siya, alias Sonam Junior, hated hubby-to-be because of his stutter/stammer, it seems. That news item made me think of two remarkable wins over this physical impediment. Both the efforts in my opinion are the best, indeed regal, examples of the human will to overcome seemingly impossible hurdles. 

Meet Demosthenes. Misfortune dogged his footsteps since childhood. He was orphaned at seven when his father passed away. His so-called guardians so squandered away his inherited wealth that he grew up to be abjectly impoverished.

As if that misfortune was not enough, he suffered from both, a weak voice and an articulation issue, a stammer. Either did not deter him as he had an iron will. He practised with pebbles in his mouth. He would recite verses while running uphill. At the seashore, he would speak over the lashing winds and crushing waves.

Thus he became the most impressive speaker of his times.'The Philippics' is his passionate series that warned Athens against the marauding territorial ambitions of Alexander and his father. In fact, his first public win was the prosecution speech against his wastrel guardians. He became the best logographer, that is,  the speech writer of his times.

Now meet George VI. His childhood could prove that being a prince is a misfortune. His father was both, emotionally distant and disagreeably disciplinarian. His nanny was a horrid harridan who pinched him hard so that she would not have to present him often in the royal presence as his royal father did not like the cry-baby.

Much worse, he was naturally left-handed, which was then considered diabolical. He was brutally forced to make his right hand in to his dominant hand. The hardship was both, neurological and psychological.

Emotionally thus impoverished, these childhood traumas led to a marked stutter. Destiny delivered him a huge surprise. His elder brother abdicated the throne to marry Wallis Simpson. Now, as the King, during the World War II, he had to give impressive speeches!

How did he manage a fight against an impossible fate? Lionel Logue was a speech therapist who taught him breathing techniques, vocal warm-up's, and thus built his confidence so much that the royal speeches during World War II were the solace of his subjects. 

In brief, if/when there is a will, there sure is a way!

Pratima@ Go.Pu. Deshpande, a brilliant thinker, analyst, educationist and author had a pronounced stammer. Yet one never noted the long pauses, the stutter, et al, so brilliant was his content.

Quote of the day:                                                           "The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it," asserted Molière.

Word of the day: grit                                                  Grit generally refers to firmness of mind, indomitable courage, and the passionate perseverance required to achieve long-term goals despite obstacles.

 

A low-down @ High!

 International Day against Drug Abuse, but sadly yet agaaaaain! Hence the query. What often causes the adrenaline high? Or the dopamine spike? Artificial drugs that help one get high, such as cocaine, crack, inhalants, would be the typical answer, right? Quite the dumb, eh, "been there, 'do'ne it all"  answer, too! Because these drugs destroy the body and the mind, if at all any, to begin with, of those who consume such poisons regularly, right? 

Well, in this context, may I differ from such stated, proven facts? In my opinion, the real drugs are aplenty , varied, and available in abundance everywhere. In our blog, let us list n discuss a few such addictions. 

The first one of these, extremely dangerous, too, is "inanity infinitum." Unique it is. It makes the 'deadlier of the species' go high n then push their partners down to death. A few of its users may give the investigating officer astounding reasons for their 'habit'ual high which could include the would-be's bald head which they hence want dead, for instance! 

Yet another dastardly drug might be the "amigo extra". It is the regular stuff extra(marital) f(r)iends of rich witch brides do. They, too, get high n in a 'spirit'ed way send others, and thus bring themselves, down. 

Extremely addictive is the next one known as "hypocratic oat(h)". It is the favourite of the mammas of the "femme fatale".  Once on it, these users go deaf-n-blind, though, unfortunately for the rest of us, they blubber more. Their darling daughter, drunk full, dressed half naked could dance in boy-friend's birthday bash. Yet she is innocence incarnate for such dumbies, eh, sorry, mummies who do not know the paramour with whom daughter dear speaks for hours! 

"ED Fever" raises the temperature mostly of politicians. At times, it increases the palpitations of a 'pater familias' whose daughter messes up a 'proposal'. The po(r)tion involved in the fast 'dark'ening deal is so astounding that it interests in(ve)stigating journalists, not to forget officers, of all sorts! 

Well, the list of such hi-fi drugs is endless. The space of a blog, however, cannot 'do' them in. Better hence to stop here! 

Pratima@The obsession with the social media sans sensible filters is the real depressing drug! 

Quote of the day:                                                            "The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Ralph Waldo Emerson is indeed a great thinker. 

Word of the day: Addiction                                        Addiction is a dis-ease that makes you too selfish to see the havoc you created for people who are foolish enough to continue to care for you even when you have shattered their lives. 

Dejection: A Ghazal

 Samuel Taylor Coleridge! One of the finest poets when it comes to world literature. A great critic, his poem "Dejection : An Ode" lends us the title of our blog today, dedicated to  one of Madan Mohan's most moving and intense ghazals. The occasion is the birth anniversary of the master(ful) musician. 

Undoubtedly, Madan Mohan is the ultimate maestro when it comes to filmy ghazals. Each one of his masterpieces is the best example of the genre. Yet no song can match the unforgettable magic of "aaj socha to aansu bhar aaye." It captures the acute pangs of loss, the deep tragedy of a haunting personal ruin through words and notes that wring the most delicate strings of the soul.

"Aaj socha to" is a ghazal from the 1973 film "Hasante Jakhm." In fact, all the songs from this film, such as the feisty n yet full of deep emotions "tum jo mil gaye ho", are simply great. Yet the unmatched "Aaj socha to" would be one of the top five songs of Madan Mohan's entire oeuvre.

To begin with, it is a lovely lyric by Kaifi  Azmi who manages to capture the pathos of bereavement. True, I have not watched the movie. I would not hence know how the song reflects the feel in the film. Yet allow me to say that the  deep intensity of the song as a poem, as a ghazal overflows the film-y  frame. Its emotional timbre captures the lament of each emotional wound n every soul-wrenching hurt. 

Latadi's melodious notes portray this poignant anguish most meaningfully. She so sings each 'sur' that agony itself comes alive in every line. Each repetition unravels anew the pain pulsating in every word.

The allure of the song, however, is the unique magical touch of Madan Mohan's composition. He has used Rais Khan's sitar as the interlude most evocatively. It compliments the melancholy of Lataji's notes most lyrically. 

Madan Mohan implements Raag Shivranjani to reflect the profound pain. Apparently, the raag is a late evening raag. Yet Madan Mohan's Midas touch so embellishes it that it becomes an anthem of each woe any time everywhere. 

In brief, this unique song so gives a voice to acute pangs that each eye fills with unshed tears as its tragic mood envelops the mindscape of every listener. Hence this thankful tribute to Madan Mohan, the magician of mood music, on the occasion of his birth anniversary!

Pratima@ No wonder, Madan Mohan  continues to be a legend because his songs provide in abundance "the pleasure of being sad" as Victor Hugo would put it.

Quote of the day:                                                           "She smiles a lot,/too much,/and her eyes hold/a melancholy about them -/ kindness masking sadness. / I hope to live / with as much/ bravery one day."  Touché, Louis Innis.

Word of the day: poignant                                        Poignant refers to an experience/ memory that evokes a keen, piercing emotion, most commonly a feeling of deep sadness, regret, or tenderness that touches your heart  most profoundly.

Pratima R. Agnihotri.                                                Pune