The title of this post is a quote that has been ascribed to Marie Antoinette, a remarkable personality by all accounts. This quote has long been a favourite of mine when occasions arise when I can quote it.
Another similar adage is “History repeats itself”.
Let me give the latest instance when I used it.
I received an SOS from a young lad that his father, a friend of mine, is interfering in the bringing up of the former’s child. I called my friend to remonstrate and reminded him as to how he felt when his parents interfered in the bringing up of the same child that he was trying to influence now. And, I could not resist the temptation to use this quote for effect! And to add some spice to the discussion I also said that there is nothing called the generation gap and that there was only a memory gap.
This topic was chosen by me for the weekly Friday 2 on 1 blog post where Shackman and I post on the same subject. Please see what Shackman has to say too.
The trigger. I got this message forwarded to me in WhatsApp by a friend “Sonu Nigam singing Mohd. Rafi’s famous song “Dil ke jharoke mein” in a concert in London… All instruments are played by foreigners except the singing by Mr Sonu Nigam ! The song is from movie “Brahmachari” released in 1968 composed by the great Shankar Jaikishan! A marvellous song enjoyed even today (after 50 years!) in its full spirit and melody by the mass!”
Sonu Nigam is a contemporary singer in our Hindi films and other programmes. This was obviously aimed at the Indian diaspora in London.
The Original clip from the film showing the song as originally sung by Mohd. Rafi with Shammi Kapoor lipsynching the song.
The memory. The film Brahmachari was released in 1968 just before our wedding. After our marriage, Urmeela and I had set up home in Delhi in December of 1968, during the midst of the wedding season. In North India, weddings are preceded by the groom arriving on horseback escorted by his family and a brass band. This is called a barat. Since this song was very popular and all about a man declaring his love for a girl, this was the choice song for the brassbands throughout the season. Not a day passed without our being exposed to this noisy band music coming up from the streets till quite late in the nights.
Unfortunately, I am unable to locate a brass band playing the tune but to give you an idea of such music here is a clip showing a barat but, with a different tune.
For the past twenty odd years this copper pot has been my faithful companion every night. It would be filled with drinking water by around 4.00 pm every afternoon and kept near my bed for me to drink about half of it as soon as I wake up in the morning on an empty stomach.
I started the practice as part of my daily morning routine on the advice of an Ayurvedic Doctor as a healthy habit. I can vouch for its efficacy as I always feel the difference to my sense of well being when I am out of Pune and am denied this morning habit. Drinking water first thing in the morning from the glass bottles or other vessels helps but it is not quite the same thing as drinking water stored in a copper vessel.
A week ago, I found that the vessel was leaking and so had to find a substitute. Uncle Amazon helped me source a modern equivalent and once it arrived I have bid goodbye to the old vessel. Manjiree insists that the leak can be stopped by some copper vessel makers in the old city and will take the vessel one of these days there to see if it can be done. If it can be, all for the good and I will revert to keeping that beside my bedside while keeping this new baby as a standby. In the meanwhile, I will be using the new copper bottle as it is called by Amazon. Back to being bottle fed? Perhaps apt for a second childhood!
Blogger Padmum has not blogged in a long time due to preoccupation with other weighty matters but, that has not stopped her from coming up with ideas for her brother to write blog posts on. This is one. There was a peremptory message on WhatsApp from her to her beloved brother suggesting that this be done. Never having been able to deny her anything, here I go attempting it.
She suggested another topic as well, which will follow soon. Just watch this space.
Disclaimer. I have travelled a great deal in my pre retirement days and strongly believe that substitutes do not come anywhere near the physical presence in strange locations to get a feel for the place and its people.
Having got that off my chest let me find the ways in which one can go anywhere from the comfort of one’s home.
The first way is to get oneself a good computer and the best possible internet connection. Once you have these two prerequisites, all that you need is to request Uncle Google to take you to any place on earth and he will oblige. He has got the widest possible access via satellites and Google maps. He would often guide you to consult Aunt Wikipedia who keeps getting her information updated by a vast network of nephews and nieces.
The second way is to ask Uncle Google again to list movies that show the place that you wish to visit. He will gladly oblige and you can either see the movies via Netflix or Amazon Prime or get a DVD of the film. Quite often a visit to the Youtube will also show you the film that you are looking for. This activity requires the first prerequisite as well and if you want the best results for movie watching a smart TV too.
The third way is to read books. In many ways I should imagine this to be the best way to get a feel for the place though it would be second hand. Travel books often give more details than the other methods.
The next best way to do this is to locate characters like me to ask about their experiences. The limitation here is obvious in that the coverage that the first two options will have will simply not be available to the intrepid traveller, no matter how extensively he has travelled.
I would be delighted to receive any other ideas that my readers can come up with.
I take my readers back to my post where I had written about how I lost a pair of slippers when I had gone for a concert/lecture programme.
I was reminded of that incident when this ditty came way my in a WhatsApp forward. It is in Hindi and I have translated it to English below each line. This poor fellow is devastated because only one of the pair was stolen!
रंग से गोरी न थी ..😊 She was not fair in complexion लेकिन सुन्दर थी..😊 But, she was beautiful बहुत ऊँची न थी…😊 She was not very tall लेकिन मेरे लिए योग्य थी…😘 But, she was just right for me प्रेम देने वाली न सही…😊 Though she was incapable of giving love मेरे कदमो से कदम मिलाती थी…😊 She used to walk in step with me मंदिर – मस्जिद आने से इनकार करती थी….😊 She is used to balk at accompanying me to Mosques and Temples लेकिन बाहर मेरा इंतजार करती थी….😍 But, she used to wait for me outside कही भी जाओ मेरे लिए रुक जाती थी वो….😉 Wherever I went, she would stop for me
. जैसी भी थी However she may have been मेरी चप्पल थी.. 🙄🙄 She was my chappal पता नहीं कौन उठाकर ले गया साला 😠😟😭😞😞 एकदम नयी चप्पल थी। Don’t know who stole her away from me, she was brand new.