Elsa also loved chasing dogs, cats and little children. When I look back at the initial years with Elsa, most of my memories get eclipsed by the chases. They were classic out of the movie chases; Elsa would just zip out and off we’d go running behind her, the entire camp echoing with my, my dad’s and Munnu bhaiya’s screams. .. Elsaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. It used to be quite a spectacle. The chases were innumerable and each with a unique twirl.
My Heptanesia musing
I’m sitting in a 5 by 5 feet cubicle, I’ve now moved to the 6th floor, to a new project. Unfortunately I can’t see people unless they’re not standing or I am not sitting upright and craning my neck. But I watch people when they move around.
Sometimes I tend to go into a reverie when I am travelling back from work in a bus. I was travelling in those buses IT companies provide, gives you the feel of ‘being sheep’ herded and ferried. It is a melancholic sight, scores of IT hound dogs in Odd formals, rubber floaters and haversacks.
So far, the loudest noise that has come out of the FIFA World Cup is that of a zzzzzillion buzzzzzing beezzzzz. It’s the sound of soccer in South Africa, this vuvuzzzzela, but it’s being met in the international arena with unexpected hostility.
The Indian Population Census is a thing of lumbering beauty, a juggernaut, if we return to the word’s origins. This year, we’ll be counting 1.3 billion people in cities and towns and villages over 3,287,590 square kilometres of territory (yeah, I love Google!).
I must confess that under the clamorous excitement of the IPL, I’ve sneakily been watching Desperate Housewives which, very cleverly, did its own blitzkrieg of multiple viewing times in and around the night-after-night cricket extravaganza.
I believe that the real Amitabh Bachchan died sometime during those heart-stopping months in 1982 after his accident while he was shooting the film Coolie. Apparently, the nation – from little ragpicker boys to powerful tycoons — prayed for his life. God heard and because he knew what an Amitabh-less world would be like, he sent him back from the pearly gates. Amitabh Bachchan came back to us refreshed and renewed. But God made a change.
So apparently, this is not just another new year, it’s a new decade. I’ve never been entirely sure whether the decade (or the millennium for that matter) starts with the zero year or with the defiant ‘one’ that guards the end of the numerals that line up to create the date. I am happy to go with the idea of the new decade starting with the zero. I love the smooth symmetry of the zero, all neat and contained, promising another version of the myth of the eternal return, that you get back to where you started from. Or, alternatively, not knowing where you started from but circumscribing a rich fullness when you get to the end, anyway.
Cotton Green is a tiny suburb close to Parel. Huge empty cotton mills, a beautiful Heritage building which used to be the cotton exchange and unused smaller granaries mark this central Mumbai suburb. Akanksha, the NGO runs a primary English medium school in Abhudaya Nagar Municipal School in Cotton Green.
Oh my God, June’s over???
I am a bit embarrassed. I would like to blame it on so many things, things that I have been doing to keep my jaded self preoccupied , but I am simply unable to justify the fact that I have forgotten to acknowledge a whole new year and bid adieu to the previous.