February 27, 2009

Attention seeking prats at large - Those who don't fit into pink chaddis

We have been putting up the poem in support of the Pink Chaddi campaign around JNU. What Manjari put up in Tapti was torn down by some paragon of 'Indian culture. We put a giant chaddi with the poem outside SAA. The culprit proudly came up to us and said he did it. A PhD student in the cinema department, he seems to have lived in JNU for a very long time. He is the president of a hostel and boasts about his supreme control over the hostel residents. I get the impression that he is doing this more out of the need for attention than anything else. Well, he's made me angry enough to get it. And now he'll really get it. No one seems to want to listen to him otherwise.

So dear Attention-seeker (AS), as we will call him from now on, found the poster obscene. That scores of others don't think it was obscene is immaterial. In a country where bhakti texts are full of what these bigots can find equally explicit (religion and antiquity are the only shields, besides, they don't have the guts to stand up against biggies. It's only us they'll torment.)...just this morning, an old professor sang an Andal composition to us. Anyway, that's not the issue. That AS has no respect for the views of others is appalling. That he is a downright liar is even more so. He told us he had gone to the student representative of a gender-related organisation on campus, which turned out to be false when we spoke to the student in question.

So blundering AS has gone, torn down and PHOTOCOPIED our poster. He's trying to be the moral idiot we're trying to protest against. And in his obstinacy we'll achieve what we set out to do - make the poem visible, aurally and visually. But this time, he doesn't know what he's up against. For every one poster he tears down, I'll put up two more. And so will the others who support our gesture. If he wants to spend all his days and nights tearing down posters, so be it. He'll never finish, I know.

February 17, 2009

Chatak Gulabi Chaddi

The poet chooses to remain anonymous...

Naa maarenge naare noore,naa todenge haddi.
Hum toh aap ko nazar karenge chatak gulaabi chaddi.
Culture wale vulture sun le. Kheli bahut kabaddi
pichchwaade mein bhar denge hum chatak gulabi chaddi

Tu piyee to dard ki dawaa, hum piye toh daaru.
Teri gaand pe jhannaa ke ek laath na mai kyun maaru?
Burkhe ghunghat pehnaa kar tune deal kya kar di waddi.
Hum toh tujhko pehnayenge chatak gulabi chaddi.

Devdaas ki paro khet mein gaddaa lekar nikal padi.
Teri akal se zyaadaa toh.woh nangi kaali bhains badi,
Sharam toh kar le, nazar jhuka, chhati se lagaa le thuddi.
Tere badan par khoob sajegi chatak gulabi chaddi

Chatak gulabi chaddi jisme ijjat hai hamari rehti.
Chatak gulabi chaddi jisme teri soch hai behti.
Chatak gulabi chaddi jisme sanskruti hamari soti.
Chatak gulabi chaddi ke jisko samjhe tu bapouti.

Devdaas ki paro khet mein gaddaa lekar nikal padi.
Teri sena muth maare hai,sandaason mein khadi khadi.

Khol jehen ka darwaaja, abey baat samajh of fisaddi.
Teri maa ki. Teri behen ki...chatak gulabi chaddi!!!


We sent a nice pink chaddi.
I can't wait for the sari I'm getting in return. I wanted to specify the colour and style, but I hear its pink. I hope it's at least cotton...some nice pochampalli print. I think Mr. Muthalik has no business telling others what to do. All these self-styled upholders of "Indian culture" piss me off so much. I attended this event the other day, where I heard a wonderful poem called Chatak Gulabi Chaddi, on the campaign. I'm trying hard to procure it. More on it when I find it.
Travel plans are crashing around me. First it was Khajuraho, then Jaipur, then Udaipur. Now, from the look of it, I'll be lucky if I make it to Munirka.
Martin Luther King's son made a much advertised appearance to speak on "A New Non-violent Revolution". The otherwise poverty-stricken JNU administration presented bouquets to all embassy officials, grand ones with all the trappings. BB Bhattacharya smirked like a slug and made superfluous comments on this prestigious university he runs like his jagir. He was quite mismatched. Looked really short, also. King was pretty disappointing, didn't tell me anything that I won 't find on Wikipedia. He couldn't understand any of the questions put to him, and kept asking people to explain them to him. After taking some timepass questions, he disappeared saying he had another engagement. Much touted, fell flat. Dev D was more interesting. Much more interesting. Especially since Devdas ki paro khet me gadda lekar gayi!
Today, I took my first cold water bath. The electricity disappeared. Poof! It was quite eventful. And painful.
24-7 has finally abandoned the washing of spoons. Yesterday, I saw shreds of cabbage lazing on supposedly washed spoons. Meanwhile, I have been drinking too much tea.

February 07, 2009


Wanderlust strikes hard.

We spent 12 hours trying to figure how to make it to Pune, for me, how to go to Bombay from Pune. Anyway, that's not happening now.

Hopefully Khajuraho will, in any case, I'll go there in the next month.

And Bombay!