I have been so busy that I've not had the time to do a proper post, so here are some Mumbai throwback photos
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In My Hands Today…
Sunlight on a Broken Column – Attia Hosain
Laila, orphaned daughter of a distinguished Muslim family, is brought up by her orthodox aunts who keep purdah. At 15, she moves to the home of a “liberal” uncle in Lucknow.
Here, during the 1930s, as the struggle for independence sharpens, Laila is surrounded by relatives and university friends caught up in politics. But Laila is unable to commit herself to any cause: her own fight for independence is a struggle with traditional life as she falls in love with a man not chosen by her family. With its beautiful evocation of India, its political insight and unsentimental understanding of the human heart, this is a classic of Muslim life.
Poem: Music to my Ears
At work, almost as soon as I log into my laptop, I have my headphones on and start listening to music. The music I listen to is mostly Bollywood, with some fusion and shlokas thrown in. I have been adding to this collection for more than 10 years now and it just keeps growing! So this poem is because of this.
Music to my Ears
I plug in my headphones and start to move to the beat
Making sure I am still sitting in my seat
The rhythm starts slowly, building to a crescendo
My body starts to move, starts to glow
Suddenly realising that I am not at home but at work,
I temper my movements and start working to the tempo that is playing
The music fills my head, fills my soul
My work reflects the music I play, making me feel in control
My music fills my days, makes my day fly
Because of my music, my days make me not want to complain
In My Hands Today…
Fireflies in the Mist – Qurratulain Hyder
Fireflies follows the creation of modern day Bangladesh – from Indian province, to Partition, to the emergence of statehood – as told through the impassioned voice of Deepali Sarkar and others around her who live through the turbulence. Hyder perceptively and majestically follows the trajectory of Sarkar’s life — from her secluded upbringing in Dhaka to becoming a socialist rebel and to her ultimate transformation as a diasporic Bengali cosmopolitan — in the way that many of yesterday’s revolutionaries are slowly but surely ensnared within a net of class and luxury dangled in front of them.
2017 Week 29 Update
This was another week where I was quite busy at work. I like being busy during the day so I don’t have unwarranted thoughts and get bored. Most days this does happen.
The bunch of people I am working with are a nice bunch, but they are quite set in their ways of what is their ‘job’ and what is someone else’s, which I find, quite frankly, regressive in nature. In today’s world, there’s nothing like that, and you just do what needs to be done. I guess things need to change and I am sure it will get there.
S has been having some issues with one of his friends and this friend broke a 12-year-old friendship over something so trivial that when he told me about it, I was quite shocked! I am sure when this friend realises their mistake, they will regret the words that were flung out and even if both want to revive their friendship, I am sure things will never be the same.
It’s back to another work week for me today and today I will be helping out a colleague in something she is doing. I do hope, it will be a good learning experience.
Have a wonderful week people!
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