It’s winter already. The air is colder and water icy. I had the luxury of a stroll this evening (a rarity in the rarest sense of the word possible) and all the lights and other adorations of neighboring houses gave the feeling like it was Christmas… which made me worry about the environment, bringing the thoughts of global warming etc to my mind. But those thoughts were short lived for I remembered all the Christmases and winters gone by. Christmas holds a special place… perhaps because of all the Archie’s comics I have been reading since I was 7 years old. Back then as a young girl Christmas was magical. The impression, at a very subliminal level, still lives on
I have been listening to Mr. Jagjit Singh a lot lately. And have developed an insatiable appetite for the ghazal “Baat Niklegi”. I have these seasonal bouts of ghazals, while at other times (which I am afraid last much longer), I am so off them that I completely forget, and not deliberately, that there is a side to me that appreciates them. I used to have a double cassette collection of his ghazals and each one of them was the very best. Especially a live performance it had, called “Baju Band”. Sadly, I lost that cassette to a relative who borrowed it to never return, and I never asked for it again. The interesting part is that I never looked for the collection ever again in any of the music shops. Neither did I try searching for the song online. I just began to miss it intermittently, like I am now. Talk about self apathy and a passing one at that…
Read the front news story today… about “raising the bar” for IIT aspirants. How unfair can it get I wonder! Reminds me of a short story featured in the Sunday Magazine of The Hindustan Times a few weeks back, written by Chetan Bhagat. I had planned to write about the story here then, and also about the writer… but it all just got lost in my head somewhere. It was a very well written piece and very successfully encompassed the current raison d’être of the Indian middle class. Perhaps it would still be available in the HT archives, and should be searchable online.
I am reading Paulo Coelho currently. Actually, that’s part true. One of the books I am currently reading is Paulo Coelho’s. The others are a book by Mark Tully and a classic by Thomas Hardy. The Paulo Coelho book is an experience of sorts. I don’t want to finish the book, because I want the experience to stay on.
The Christmas feeling also reminded me of another post I had written some years back on winters. I hazily remember giving its link in another post before too. Though after reading it I realized the impression I was carrying of the post was very different from the post itself, I’ll paste the link here (again perhaps) anyway. Hopefully if the thought lives on, I’ll write a fresh winter post this season (not that anyone’s waiting for it with fingers crossed… but that was never a reason to write) 😀