Monday, May 10, 2010

Mee Marathi!

Disclaimer: This post is not meant to discriminate against (or incriminate) any sect, caste, race, religion, community or nationality. It has been posted by a passionate Maharashtrian in patriotic fervor and not show any kind of superiority.

Special consideration for the US: This article is NOT a ploy to take over the world.

'Labhle amhas bhagya bolto Marathi.'

I cant stop raving about this song! This Marathi Asmita song has hit a nerve. It has made me realize how proud I am of my culture and the values imbibed in me. I love to speak in Marathi. Being in the US, I talk English, I walk English, I sleep English, bloody I even shit English. I die to speak to my parents and sis and anyone from India who will listen because I get to speak with them in Marathi. Of all things, I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would miss talking in Marathi so much.

Some of my friends' think that I am a communal zealot. I am too proud of my community! But unlike Mr. Thackeray, I don't want to kick non-Marathi ass and throw them out. I want to co -exist. I still am happy that I was brought up in a 'cosmo' environment in school where we celebrated everything from Garba to Id to Christmas. I have friends from every religion and many languages. And I don't intend to say that Marathi is the greatest language in the world and nothing can be better, coz that's not true. But I would like to say this: Marathi is a beautiful language. It has versatile arts and its literature is one of the most extensive in the world. Its music is original and its artists are very talented yet humble. Its leaders have been foremost in bringing reform in the community.
Maharashtrians have a high thinking and they conduct themselves truthfully. They give immense importance to family values. They have participated with vehemence in the revolution. Yes, they cannot run businesses, hotels and banks. They prefer to work for someone, but they are simple people with uncomplicated needs. A good house, a good spouse, 2 kids, puranpoli and drama/cinema/musical performances on Sunday is all they need for happiness!
I am so glad, my parents did not take away the Marathiness in me when they put me in a Catholic school. Now, no one can.
As Jayashree T once said: I love Marathi!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Oh! its what you do to me..

I am a love struck puppy! Well I am not actually in love or anything near. Its just when I listen to this song called 'Hey there Delilah' by Plain white Ts, I remember-well, someone.

Oh its what you do to me! I was so young then. But I felt it. The love I mean. Maybe I could love him so much only because I was so young. What I felt then was so pure. Why did I grow up? I cannot love selflessly anymore. I am practical and selfish. But back then I was just a kid, still grappling with teenage. But it was so so pure. I was so pure. The feelings, when they hit me, the flood of tears when I realized I miss 'him'. And yet, I did not want to possess him. Did not want to touch him. But just be with him. Keep watching him. Look into his eyes, and feel love and only love, spotless.

I am thousand of miles away from him now. I am not sure if I can love anyone so much again anymore. If I can love at all.

2 more years..

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Blunder of the day!

Blunder of the day: I see my roomie in the corridor. I heard from my other roomie, that she just lost her job. I am feeling sad for her. So I ask her, " Hey, I heard you got laid?"

She stares at me blankly. "that's none of your business." She says and walk off.

Oops!