As i had a production i had written my script on a day called Arjun Jayanthi the day to remember when you loose your love before even it starts
Hello and welcome. You are listening to Radio Impulse 99.9 FM with me RJ Chintu and RJ Shubro. Today being Arjun Jayanthi which is known for those who don’t get theirlove, we have come up with a story for life
Shubro : "Why does one love? Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.
Chintu : "I am going to tell you our story, for love only has one, which is always the same. I met her and loved her; that is all. And for a whole year I have lived on her tenderness, on her caresses, in her arms, in her dresses, on her words, so completely wrapped up, bound, and absorbed in everything which came from her, that I no longer cared whether it was day or night, or whether I was dead or alive, on this old earth of ours.
"And then she died. How? I do not know; I no longer know anything. But one evening she came home wet, for it was raining heavily, and the next day she coughed, and she coughed for about a week, and took to her bed. What happened I do not remember now, but doctors came, wrote, and went away. Medicines were brought, and some women made her drink them. Her hands were hot, her forehead was burning, and her eyes bright and sad. When I spoke to her, she answered me, but I do not remember what we said. I have forgotten everything, everything, everything! She died, and I very well remember her slight, feeble sigh. The nurse said: 'Ah!' and I understood, I understood!
"I knew nothing more, nothing. I saw a priest, who said: 'Your mistress?' and it seemed to me as if he were insulting her. As she was dead, nobody had the right to say that any longer, and I turned him out. Another came who was very kind and tender, and I shed tears when he spoke to me about her.
"They consulted me about the funeral, but I do not remember anything that they said, though I recollected the coffin, and the sound of the hammer when they nailed her down in it. Oh! God, God!
Shuvro:She was buried! Buried! She! In that hole! Some people came--female friends. I made my escape and ran away. I ran, and then walked through the streets, went home, and the next day started on a journey.
Chintu : We hope this story touched your heart as it did ours. We remember Arjun on this day as today is the day he lost his love. Where his story ended even before it began. The first page read “the end”. That’s all we have time for on today’s show. This is RJ Chintu and RJ Shubro signing off. Coming up next is “fighting the fire”.
Shubro :Hope you have a greatday and we do hope that you find your love on this day. Stay tuned to 99.9 FM!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
India's first Imaginary City
As these days my Thesis topic is on R.K Narayan i thought i shall introduce his Imaginary City
"MALGUDI"
Malgudi was a small town in South India, a few hours journey from Madras.
It was situated on the banks of the river Sarayu. Sarayu was the pride of
Malgudi. The people of Malgudi visited its banks on evenings for a quiet
walk and peace of mind. It was on its banks that Swami, Mani and Ratnam
spent most of their evenings. Raju, the guide ,took refuge on the banks
of the river on his return from prison. It was there that he met Velan, who
took him for a priest. It was on the dry banks of that very river that he died,
while fasting so that the rains would come. The banks of the river were also
the place for important gatherings and meetings for the village folks. When
Gandhiji, arrived in Malgudi, the meetings and speeches were held here.
The central street in Malgudi was Market street. It was the busy spot
with a number of shops and most importantly the Bombay Anand Bhavan.
Owned by a north Indian, it was the most famous shop in Malgudi for sweets
and savories. It was there that Srinivas met Sampath ,the printer and
thus found a way to start his weekly newspaper The Banner. There were
The Malgudi Experience
a number of printers in Malgudi. There was the Truth Printing Works of-
course, owned by Sampath and and there were others. Most of them were
involved in printing bills, almanacs and wedding cards. And there were
newspapers. The Banner was one such, which was started by Srinivas. Then
there were novelists, who sought these printers. Nagaraj , was one such
budding novelist, whose ambition to write a book on the great sage Narada
never saw the light of the day. But there was, Veena ,the wife of Swami,
who worked at Coomar's; an aspiring novelist, who became a famous novelist
with her cookbooks. There also existed cheap literature. Margayya, the
nancial expert, earned his wealth and breakthrough by publishing cheap
books on sex. On Grove street was situated Coomar's Boeing Saree Center.
Coomar had started oby selling sarees on his cycle. And now The Boeign
Center had become one of the established institutions of Malgudi ocked
by women and weavers alike. Bari's Stationery Mart was on Kalighat lane,
a prominent shop in Malguid for pen, paper and books. Kabir street, was
another famous street and a home for the elite of Malgudi. There was Lawley
extension, which was growing on the outskirts of Malgudi and housed the
rich and the inuential. The Ellaman street, the last street beyond which
was the Sarayu river, was where the oil mongers lived. Further down was
the Nallappa's Mango Grove and the cremation ground. Beyond the grove,
on the banks of the lower-course of Sarayu, was where the the city sweepers
and the untouchables lived. It was the worst area of the town, but had come
under prominence when the Mahatma decided to stay there, during his visit
to Malgudi.
From Swami to Mahatma Gandhi every one Visited Malgudi Hope we get there soon
"MALGUDI"
Malgudi was a small town in South India, a few hours journey from Madras.
It was situated on the banks of the river Sarayu. Sarayu was the pride of
Malgudi. The people of Malgudi visited its banks on evenings for a quiet
walk and peace of mind. It was on its banks that Swami, Mani and Ratnam
spent most of their evenings. Raju, the guide ,took refuge on the banks
of the river on his return from prison. It was there that he met Velan, who
took him for a priest. It was on the dry banks of that very river that he died,
while fasting so that the rains would come. The banks of the river were also
the place for important gatherings and meetings for the village folks. When
Gandhiji, arrived in Malgudi, the meetings and speeches were held here.
The central street in Malgudi was Market street. It was the busy spot
with a number of shops and most importantly the Bombay Anand Bhavan.
Owned by a north Indian, it was the most famous shop in Malgudi for sweets
and savories. It was there that Srinivas met Sampath ,the printer and
thus found a way to start his weekly newspaper The Banner. There were
The Malgudi Experience
a number of printers in Malgudi. There was the Truth Printing Works of-
course, owned by Sampath and and there were others. Most of them were
involved in printing bills, almanacs and wedding cards. And there were
newspapers. The Banner was one such, which was started by Srinivas. Then
there were novelists, who sought these printers. Nagaraj , was one such
budding novelist, whose ambition to write a book on the great sage Narada
never saw the light of the day. But there was, Veena ,the wife of Swami,
who worked at Coomar's; an aspiring novelist, who became a famous novelist
with her cookbooks. There also existed cheap literature. Margayya, the
nancial expert, earned his wealth and breakthrough by publishing cheap
books on sex. On Grove street was situated Coomar's Boeing Saree Center.
Coomar had started oby selling sarees on his cycle. And now The Boeign
Center had become one of the established institutions of Malgudi ocked
by women and weavers alike. Bari's Stationery Mart was on Kalighat lane,
a prominent shop in Malguid for pen, paper and books. Kabir street, was
another famous street and a home for the elite of Malgudi. There was Lawley
extension, which was growing on the outskirts of Malgudi and housed the
rich and the inuential. The Ellaman street, the last street beyond which
was the Sarayu river, was where the oil mongers lived. Further down was
the Nallappa's Mango Grove and the cremation ground. Beyond the grove,
on the banks of the lower-course of Sarayu, was where the the city sweepers
and the untouchables lived. It was the worst area of the town, but had come
under prominence when the Mahatma decided to stay there, during his visit
to Malgudi.
From Swami to Mahatma Gandhi every one Visited Malgudi Hope we get there soon
A day Never to forget....
Day back a 22 years old person whom i know very well was admitted In the hospital for a creaser attack at KMC mangalore . As he was recovering it was all fine ,we were four of friends waiting outside as he was inside resting or rather sleeping there ,it was noon so all of us decided to go for lunch so went and informed the nurse that we are leaving , the nurse was like at least one should stay here ,so I said that I will stay here and the rest can go for lunch . It made sense because the three of them were non vegetarians and I am a pure vegetarian
Initially they were a little hesitant but eventually they agreed it was about 1 pm they left my friend was sleeping inside I tried to sleep but was successful only for 5 minutes as I was getting bored so thought of looking around I went left found a coffee vending machine
Which had a cup noodles called “Moodles” , so decided to try that so paid 20 rs to him , he said no change then I even took a coffee so it was exactly 20 rs , then came back to my place in the mean time there was an aunt who was sitting right next to me , I have this weird habit to talk to people all the time , so thought of exercise that habit again and tried , so I first smiled , but it looked like she was waiting anxiously outside the intensive care unit. So tensed , the only person there whose age would be between40- 50, she was running to all the places including pharmacy, canteen and the doctor's room. She was really shattered by some incident as well as these running between places. I heard she talking over phone of them saying "wish Mr. ABC was here to help us" and "wish Mr. LULU was here to help us". Now this Mr.ABU and Mr. LULU are all men from this family who are now well settled abroad. The helpless older generation really wish there were some men in their family who could run around and support them during hard time like this!!!
But she was so tiered eventually sat back at her place , so I really wanted to know , but it looked like she was a little hesitant to tell me, but I asked her are you alone aunty , she was like yes , as she was from a village of Karnataka., and it was her son who was admitted , because of excessive drinking , but she never told me this a little conversation I had with her
She never told me exactly what happened but she felt unlike others , her son was left back in the “RACE” because as I told her that I was from manipal she was like oh you are lucky type things , and that her son was not in manipal .I tried my level best to convince her that I am not studying Information Technology but she knew only that and I still feels she things I am studying IT , and asked me when will I be going to america , I just smiled I thought Its because boom had blessed the educated youth with lucrative job offers abroad. Today the average youth parents from India has only one dream. Get a job in Information Technology arena and some how settle in U.S.A. or marry and leave India to countries like U.K. or Ireland. This uncontrolled flow of youth towards foreign countries has made the left behind older population really helpless during there hard times. Most of the families are today left with helpless old men and woman. I really wanted to tell her that it would be like they stay in big palatial houses their kids have built them.....all alone........waiting to see their grand children for the first time............fighting with the maid to get a good meal.........begging with the driver to take them to a temple or church.....................
But just kept quite , and there was times when I asked her how was her son , but she was so interested to know when I plan to leave India , I was like may be never I will leave India
She said one of her sisters son works there and has a car now , in the meanwhile the doctor called her for some reason , after that we dint have any conversation then later they shifted her son to somewhere else , and never saw her again I hope her son was alright
I really want to say one thing finally that the only thing is that aunty wanted was
Her son should mint dollars for the generations to come!!!.
Initially they were a little hesitant but eventually they agreed it was about 1 pm they left my friend was sleeping inside I tried to sleep but was successful only for 5 minutes as I was getting bored so thought of looking around I went left found a coffee vending machine
Which had a cup noodles called “Moodles” , so decided to try that so paid 20 rs to him , he said no change then I even took a coffee so it was exactly 20 rs , then came back to my place in the mean time there was an aunt who was sitting right next to me , I have this weird habit to talk to people all the time , so thought of exercise that habit again and tried , so I first smiled , but it looked like she was waiting anxiously outside the intensive care unit. So tensed , the only person there whose age would be between40- 50, she was running to all the places including pharmacy, canteen and the doctor's room. She was really shattered by some incident as well as these running between places. I heard she talking over phone of them saying "wish Mr. ABC was here to help us" and "wish Mr. LULU was here to help us". Now this Mr.ABU and Mr. LULU are all men from this family who are now well settled abroad. The helpless older generation really wish there were some men in their family who could run around and support them during hard time like this!!!
But she was so tiered eventually sat back at her place , so I really wanted to know , but it looked like she was a little hesitant to tell me, but I asked her are you alone aunty , she was like yes , as she was from a village of Karnataka., and it was her son who was admitted , because of excessive drinking , but she never told me this a little conversation I had with her
She never told me exactly what happened but she felt unlike others , her son was left back in the “RACE” because as I told her that I was from manipal she was like oh you are lucky type things , and that her son was not in manipal .I tried my level best to convince her that I am not studying Information Technology but she knew only that and I still feels she things I am studying IT , and asked me when will I be going to america , I just smiled I thought Its because boom had blessed the educated youth with lucrative job offers abroad. Today the average youth parents from India has only one dream. Get a job in Information Technology arena and some how settle in U.S.A. or marry and leave India to countries like U.K. or Ireland. This uncontrolled flow of youth towards foreign countries has made the left behind older population really helpless during there hard times. Most of the families are today left with helpless old men and woman. I really wanted to tell her that it would be like they stay in big palatial houses their kids have built them.....all alone........waiting to see their grand children for the first time............fighting with the maid to get a good meal.........begging with the driver to take them to a temple or church.....................
But just kept quite , and there was times when I asked her how was her son , but she was so interested to know when I plan to leave India , I was like may be never I will leave India
She said one of her sisters son works there and has a car now , in the meanwhile the doctor called her for some reason , after that we dint have any conversation then later they shifted her son to somewhere else , and never saw her again I hope her son was alright
I really want to say one thing finally that the only thing is that aunty wanted was
Her son should mint dollars for the generations to come!!!.
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