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Finally – change in lullaby!

After almost three years of singing ‘Dhadak dhadak‘ as a lullaby to Diya, the God of Music has finally taken pity on me. I am very happy to declare that Diya has been weaned off that super-boring song and now insists on this gem to be sung to her.

 

 

The downside? She loves it so much that she starts singing along with me and then it takes me another half an hour to tame that excitement and make her sleep!!

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Childhood memories – RK Narayan

A major chunk of my childhood went in living in the fantasy world created by RK Narayan. I didn’t care which state he belonged to, what was his native language, what he should have been writing instead,…. I only cared for the beautiful words he wrote, their power to pull me out of my fear of being alone at times. I am sure there are millions of children like me who owe a part of their life to this great writer. And it pains me a lot if the reason for not acknowledging him is something as senseless as the fact that he didn’t write anything in Kannada!

 

Taken from FirstPost

“Though he stayed in Karnataka, he didn’t socialize with the people here. He hasn’t written anything in Kannada. We’ve had several great poets and writers (in Kannada). If they had written in English, they would also have been as famous… Our request to the government is they should focus on our poets and writers,” M Chidanandamurthy tells the Times of India.

 

 

Guldasta

Repeated below is an email I sent to my local Sikh community today. I’ve made a couple edits but nothing significant.

Yesterday, in India, my Sikh friend from 30 years (which is almost all my life) got married to his long time Hindu girl friend. Part of my family attended the wedding and so did common friends from college days. Today, I learn from them that my turbaned Sikh friend is now clean shaven; “perhaps as part of the deal he removed his turban and shaved his beard”. It first came as a shock and then a throbbing sadness, like that from a deep personal loss.

A friend who attended the wedding, found some resonance between the wedding yesterday and this story about Punjabi Americans from the early 1900s. And the words “perhaps as part of the deal he removed his turban and shaved his beard” are from the story.

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