Aamrikn English!

 As unique as the country is the American English! A curious mix it is. 

America turns 250!

 America and old?!? That, too, two hundred n fifty years old!?! Somehow it does not fit in with the world wide mental image of America, an ever bubbling fount of energy, vivacity, and drive, right? Yup, in the life of a continent, eh, country, two fifty years is absolutely pittance, anyways.

And, oh, yea, sure, under the 'Don' dynasty, the sesquicentennial, the inevitably aging, the kinda middle-aged tag may match somewhat. So feels the radical left. And, oh, yes, not to forget that this 'quarter millennial' et al America is the new, White, 'star- spangled' America! The Aboriginal America is ancient, though currently almost wiped out. 

America is this dream land, the land of the aspirational because it initiated itself precisely in that very mode. In Charles II's excessively permissive regime, the Puritans, harassed harshly for their religious rigour, aspired for a New Eden which they found across the Atlantic. 

With the ropes for a return, anyways never wished for, and now washed away across an ocean, the Protestant work ethic made the "New England" a "Temple on the Mount". Waves of emigrés followed, enriching the "log cabin to the White House" royal road to success, provided you had it in you, and were ready to work hard, some contemporary proof being the Silicon Valley. 

In other words, America is more an "i-dea." I should know. Why? Well, without ever stepping even a foot on that soil, I can explain why n how it has been "a giant stride for mankind." 

Well, I have met the American spirit in the writings of the Founding Fathers. I have found America in Lincoln's life. I have known the cruelties of the slave trade and the darknesses of the black lives from the most enriching texts by  Harriet Beecher Stowe to Ngozi Adiche, and very many others of her ilk. 

Just as I have rejoiced in Nature with an Emerson and a Thoreau, with a Whitman, I have known the loss of "Captain, Oh, my Captain." A Hawthorne, a Melville have guided me in to the hidden depths of the human spirit, while countless twentieth century authors have helped me understand the underbelly of the American dream. How many names to count/enlist!?! Instead, better to swear by their immense insights, right? 

Teaching "American Literature", "Immigrant Writings", "World Literature", it indeed is an enormously educative process with the safety net of the vicarious pleasure/presence, moreover. Be it American Hollywood movies or the music scenario, learning America, warts n all, is immersing oneself in a unique language of being and becoming. 

Sure, the coke n burger kind of TNC's price n prove the typical American capitalist, consumerist, expansionist tendencies, not to forget the 'deep state'. Yet there is no denying the fact that America is tolerant enough to graciously accept a Chomsky-ian critique of manufactured consent, and/or its versions.

It is this "I"-dentity that would forever make America an ever expanding land, nay, 'space', of exploration! Happy Birthday, America! With all your quirks, your oddities, your complexes n kinks, you tend to amuse n attract forever! May you live long, and without any further wrong(s) to the rest of the world! 

Pratima@ The American "Circus"  is  best portrayed by the Presidents. The list, of both the best and the worst ones, is so big that it can overflow a few blogs! Unforgettable, however, are their unique editions of the MAGA mantra, right? 

Quote of the day:                                                         "America. It is the only place," says Thomas Wolfe, "where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time." And of "ALL'' varieties, shapes, sizes n shades they are! 

Word of the day: super                                              "Super" is a versatile term meaning excellent, extreme, or superior. As a prefix, it means extreme, above, beyond.  Best describes a land obsessed with the superman, thinking itself to be the supercop with super-machines of all sorts, space crafts to guns that 'rock', both in Iran and in every school in each gulley. "AWESOME", in brief! 

A writer's block!?!

 July 2! I had decided to write about the overkill that is the sad saga of the notorious murder case. Very consciously I literally soaked myself in all the very many reportages, sound bytes, videos, analyses, actual takes/media fakes of that deadly trek.  

Like a sponge I absorbed all the viewpoints, and, yet, when I began to write, I could not bring myself to coldly analytically discuss the deadly dastardly details drummed up everywhere. 

The more I  got to know about the horror, the more I felt disturbed about the tragedy that for me lumbered larger than the lurid headlines. The tragedy of three (at least) families ruined forever. 

The pain of a mother who lost a gem of a son. For no rhyme, no reason. Yet she could at least cry. What about the other two mothers? And the fathers? Imagine having to go to a police chowki, being detained there for hours like a criminal. The disrepute that is to last a lifetime being splashed all over as if it is a spicy Chinese dish avidly devoured! 

That human tragedy so disturbed me that I just could not be a Chetan Bhagat or a Shobhaa De, being oh-so-fashionably feminist and ah-so-politically correct! Nor could I bring myself to be an influencer aplenty who could crack sick jokes about a young man who lost his life due to a hair patch. 

So this lag in the posting of the blogs. No, it was not exactly a writer's block. Rather it was a feel of tragic loss, given the needless senseless ruin of so many lives. Oh, yes, it was also a deep sense of disgust for sick creeps who feed on scandals, on others' pain! Hence finally the two blogs which to some extent capture my feel(ings)!

Pratima@ Did such horrors never ever happen earlier? Actually, such narratives are as old as his(-s)tory itself. Yet weird it feels to know that such terrors took root in a Market Yard just a stone's throw away! Difficult to describe that complex feel, which beyond all legalities and every ugly gossip, makes one empathise with the very many lives most meaninglessly ruined!

Quote of the day:                                                          "Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.” John Dryden's quote so aptly describes each culprit and every gossip.

Word of the day: lurid gossip                                     Lurid gossip refers to scandalous, shocking, or sensational rumors, often involving explicit, immoral, or gruesome details.

Pater familias : Crestfallen!

When she was born, everyone told him she looked so like him. In business circles, they say that lucky indeed it is to have a daughter who looks like the father. Some proof, they say, that Goddess Laxmi would always him favour. A good omen!

 Lucky he felt to have a girl so beautiful. Like almond, her eyes. Like cashew, her pearl white complexion. Smart she grew up to be. Very lucky he felt to be the father of such a "papa ki pari." 

When n how did the tide of luck turn torrid? Does he at all know this stranger? Where has disappeared the sweet angel, his solace every evening after busy hectic days? Did not he indulge her every whim n each fancy?

How now to live forever this infamy? The father of a cheat, and he used to think she was just a chit of a girl! A cold blooded murder most meticulously planned n executed! Why n how did the business acumen in the very veins fail in the only worthy deal? 

Questions galore, answers nil. Life is now like a ledger book, debits writ large all over, and empty, like liabilities that sky high soar.

A family friend, now the bitterest foe. Luckier he is. At least, he can grieve his son, lost forever. Bereaved is the father of a dead-ly daughter whom he once thought he could shield from every danger. Now only horrid headlines every where hover.

Pratima@ His son! The 'other' man of a love triangle. Often advised not to get himself so tangled. Why dream fancies that make life a nightmare? Courts, lawyers, n gait tests. And in this jungle is lost a son, the family's best bet!

Quote of the day:                                                          "Grief is just love with no place to go. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest," states Jamie Anderson. 

Word of the day: burn out                                         Burn out is the state of physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion caused by prolonged or excessive stress, that leaves you overwhelmed, emotionally drained, and is often known as parenthood! 

Murder most foul

 To be                                                                            honest straightforward decent                                   is a crime. 

 No section in any rule book                                     so enlists it.                                                                   Leads it yet for sure                                                   to a death sentence! 

The Forever Good Bye                                                Sudden                                                                   Never said! 

The aching soul of a mother                                     which potion can it heal?

The placenta of pain                                                   can never enliven                                                        a life lost! 

Pratima@ Sordid as the Sia saga is, difficult it is to gauge the mother's grief! She lost a son, nay, a lifetime!

Quote of the day:                                                          "The loneliest time after a tragedy is the week or month when everyone goes home, and your new normal begins. The silence feels deafening when the crowds disappear, and you are left with a gaping hole in your heart." Yes, agreed, Pam K. McCarty! 

Word of the day:                                                          A sob for her dead son 

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.