April is the saddest/sweetest month...so many things happening...seems like I'm either getting on or getting off trains/ planes.. Never in my wildest dreams did I think of stepping into the estate better known as 7RCR... what an immensely beautiful place.. the lush lawns and the call of the peacock amidst reverential hush ... this will stay with me. Didn't know copyediting something gratis, just to help someone out, would take me there... Ace journalist Urvish Kothari surprised us all with an article about the Icestupa in Gujarat Samachar, the state's most widely read newspaper... when I thanked him he was kind enough to publish an English tx of his article on his blog. http://urvishkothari-gujarati.blogspot.in/2015/04/crowdfunding-way-of-bringing-unusual.html
After the big move waiting for the next steps, incremental though they may be... at peace with myself after so long....
So well the deed has been done, the die cast. Or whatever it
was that kept me awake at night for weeks, debating the right way to do things,
only that there is no right way to do things—the first time ever, now I know what
tossing about sleepless and desperate for respite feels like. In a way, nice to
finally get this done before (but just about edging in) the end of the
financial year. So yes, now the what next. Kept myself busy, writing,
translating, taking up deadlines for stuff that’ s too big cause, people spend
lifetimes at this art.
In a splendid out-of-the-blue surprise last Sunday,writer-journalist-blogger
Urvish Kothari wrote about the Icestupa in Gujarat Samachar (the largest
selling Gujarati newspaper). My translation and the original here, on his blog:
In Phyang the air is so fine… like an elixir. Despite the
cold. Despite the minus 4 or 5 or
whatever min that you’ve plunged to, from your cocoon of Mumbai 35 deg C. And then you
realize how sharp clean the air is, even if your heart thuds at twice its usual
You walk for miles it seems, and there is NO SOUND except
the crunch of grit underfoot. And yet, you know you are safe.
For you have been blessed and protected… a darshan that can
change your lifeline… what a privilege. Abundance. And gratitude.
You come back home, come back to the same old… yet you know
After long I feel --on some fronts-- life has moved to first gear, finally. Did some assignments. Helped some, gratis. Felt good. Perhaps it was the dizzy activity of the industrial estate, the buzz and clatter of the presses that felt good, reminded me – of being me. The Whiplash OST is a must listen. Reminded me of the steel drums that play Ganpati-time. What precision. And what a story. The BRKA letter to shareholders is a must read. Tonight, I leave for Leh, for temperatures below zero. If this flight takes off, that is. Have already had to reschedule twice. But such is the magic of the land.
Why Is learning something new so difficult? Perhaps I need
to recall what it was like, writing the abc’s in kindergarten, tongue stuck
out, brow furrowed in concentration, hand jerky… why should this be any
simpler? What a shot of pure adrenalin at the FWA meet. People standing on
desks, people sitting on the floor in the passage way. What a briliant presentation by
Jaideep Sahni. Movies are magic…
anything can happen…My entertainment spend has shot through the roof. Bought
titles from the 60’s, 70’s….