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New project – Lyrics

I took up a new project (for myself, of course!) of collecting the lyrics of a few songs from classic movies in Telugu, Hindi and Kannada. (I would consider adding other languages later.) I have picked those songs which would leave you fresh and soothing if you hear or sing along or watch them! And, moreover, I very much live with these songs! πŸ˜€

Here they are for this week:

TeluguSaagarasangamam

HindiMere Humdum Mere Dost

KannadaGeetha

No one can deny the wonderful pleasure in the act of writing – that act wherein you put down your thoughts, feelings and expressions on paper. The pleasure finally evidences itself when you see the final product on paper after so much juggling of words and interpretations in your mind. And, imagine another form of hidden pleasure on the very thought that you are penning your thoughts!

Recently, I had this privilege of reliving such pleasure at my own writing when one of my friends got reconnected – through the string of Facebook – to me and friended me on the website sharing a scanned copy of a greeting card that I had presented him on his birthday! πŸ™‚ And given that that happened well beyond a good ten years, it particularly thrilled me! I am also happy that my friend – Chandrasekhar aka Chandu – could preserve the card for so long in these philistine times. (I share the copy of the card with this post.)

One of my other friends who lives in New Jersey, US, has recently stumbled on the idea of sharing scanned copies of written letters through her blog! What an awesome idea to preserve the art of writing! And, obviously, I jumped in and volunteered to write, scan and email the scanned copy to her so she could share it through her blog. Apart from reviving the art of almost-extinct art of writing letters, this offered another advantage for me in retaining the original letter that I had written to her!

I am happy to have these kind and artistic souls with me and am proud of them!

Remember all those unbelievable and incredible stunts and actions of Rajni in the sci-fi thriller Robot! Rajni maama (so I have been affectionately calling him since my childhood!) makes us to suspend our disbelief willingly! πŸ™‚

A couple of days back, I was discussing the Rajni phenomenon (no, this menon is not that from Kerala!) with my sister and a friend. Our discussion spewed out a couple of incidents that would prove Rajni’s innate, subtle and hidden talents! Just a few of them here below: (Beware, if you are a fan of the Chosen One, please read further and get liberated; if you are not a fan of the Blessed One, then read and forget! Ok, enough now of these if-elses! Proceed. *WHISTLE*)

1:

What is a Solar Eclipse?

Answer: When Rajni stares at Sun in anger, the Sun hides behind the Moon. This phenomenon is called Solar Eclipse! πŸ™‚

2:

A child went to Kashmir and started playing by making small mountains of ice. Today those mountains are called Himalayas!

3:

In his childhood, Rajni once tossed some water in the sky and NASA found traces of water on Mars! πŸ˜€

4:

Rajnikanth’s dog’s house has a sign on it saying: Beware of the owner!

5:

The power of USA vs the power of India:

USA:

10,000 nuclear weapons;

60,000 army;

12,000 airforce;

3,000 ships;

India:

RAJNIKANTH

6:

More than 10 cyclones emerged in India resulting in enormous damage and destruction of buildings. Reason:

Rajnikanth sneezed!

7:

Once Rajni was playing the game and while playing he said “Statue” to a lady. And today that poor lady is called the Statue of Liberty! πŸ˜€

πŸ˜€ Halt here with a stop in heartbeat and a gasp in the internal system!

Recently, I stumbled upon a wonderful and an interesting web resource that claims to teach Carnatic music online through either a series of live lectures and demonstrations, or through guided and downloadable videos. The website aptly named AcharyaNet.com requires one to register and select a Guru online, who would be the guide and teacher for the future music lessons there on. One can otherwise, download videos on various genres of music such as Carnatic – Instrumental – Violin and Carnatic – Vocal.

The website also offers quite a few good books and other resources to download. These resources can be bought online for a nominal fees either in USD or INR. (However, the paypal arrangement currently is not available for Indian visitors yet! Unfortunate, it is! If in India, one needs to send an offline a check or a draft to purchase the resources! Ah!)

The creator(s) of the website also maintain a blog, which I found to be inactive for quite some time! But, it is a nice attempt to have useful resources at one place and it is a splendid attempt to offer teachers online to teach such an esoteric skill as music!

Last night, President Obama ignited my humorous fantasies and I enjoyed the moments of these playful crackers in my mind amid the deafening sounds of Diwali crackers late in the night! Hope you too would enjoy! πŸ™‚

I

Bunty: So, do you still love Obama?

Babli: I am afraid, I don’t.

Bunty: Can you spare the reason?

Babli: CHANGE can happen!

II

Bunty: You know, Obama is so powerful as the President of the most powerful State in the world. With a flip of the hand, he controls entire Americas, the Middle East, the South Asia, the South East Asia. The entire Axis of Evil will tremble when the President sneezes. (Haughtily) The food you eat, the job you do and the house you live in will all blow out if the President decides otherwise…

Babli: (After listening to a long and a wordy lecture on the power and abilities of the President) But, hmm, err, do you know something?

Bunty: Now, what?

Babli: But, pappu can’t dance, sala!

III

Bunty: Hello Mr.President! We are so happy to see you in India. Welcome our home.

President Obama: Oh, I am honored! Thank you!

Bunty: We would be so happy to have you in our dinner tonight with our family!

President Obama: Not today, dear! Probably, next time.

Babli: But, President, the food would be spoiled by time you visit next time!

IV

Bunty and Babli take the President on a tour around Bangalore showing generally the roads, the high-rise buildings, the technological parks, etc.

President Obama: Hey, it is interesting to see cattle on the middle of the roads!

Bunty: (Irked at the comment explains on the reverence that Indians allude to the cattle, the position of cattle in our societies, the freedom of their movements and how Indians would protect the natural habitats, etc etc!)

President Obama: Hmm, I see. So, do you mean you write software for us living in a kind of zoo?

Bunty: (Looking embarrassed) No, we write it for those who are out of it!

V

Bunty: President, Right or Left?

President Obama: Straight!

Bunty: But, you get to Nagerhole National Park!

VI

First Lady, Michelle Obama: Dear, call me once you reach India.

President Obama: Sure, would try, honey! But, even I shout from there, I am afraid, you can’t hear me because it is so far from here!

First Lady, Michelle Obama: By Jove! You are already talking Indian!

VII

President Obama: (After visiting the famous Taj Mahal in Agra) Oh, awesome! I loved the Taj! I would love to have it in US too.

Babli: (With an innocuous look in her eyes) But, President, you still have the First Lady alive!

VIII

Prime Minister Singh: President, help us making (nuclear) power.

President Obama: Uhh, help us doing business.

Prime Minister Singh: But, we thought Americans already do business with power!

IX

(President Obama delivers a keynote address to the combined gathering of the members of both the Houses of Parliament in India. Among the active listeners is Lalooji!)

President extols on the ideals of democracy and how important the position of India is in the overall strategic corridor of US.

Lalooji murmurs: I heard of the life partner or a business partner. What the hell is this strategic partner?

The President (after speaking a few more words asks informally): Right?

Lalooji murmurs: Arrey bhai! We are at the Center!

The President (while concluding his address): So, in this august House, …

Lalooji murmurs (again): Kyaa bol rahaa hain! This is November, not August!

X

(At the summit meeting between Prime Minister Singh and President Obama)

Prime Minister Singh (after briefing the President on the adventures of Pakistan on Indian soil): Thus, President, we urge you to make right use of your august office to persuade Pakistan to stop all terrorist (mis)adventures on our soil.

President Obama: (Keeps silent for a long time)

Prime Minister Singh: Oh, President, we insist!

President Obama: (After a long pause again) Hmm, I understand your predicament, Prime Minister Singh. I love Kashmir apples, but I wonder whether General Kayani likes biryani!

Disclaimer: The above humor is not intended to hurt any one and should not be construed as a disrespect to the visiting President or any one mentioned in the humorous items. It is only a way to say welcome to the President. πŸ™‚

Who will not get turned on by the beautiful and attractive faces whether on print or television or around them? Yes, I do get to, as a normal mortal with some usual instincts. And suddenly sometimes, I do get bombarded with an instinct of attacking that beauty so as to experiment with it, especially if it is unresponsive and inert as in print πŸ™‚

I have had an epiphany a couple of mornings back when unwittingly I got a folded version of a paper in a magazine. What surprised me is the degree to which a wonderful picture gets contrived when subjected to folds! And it turned my eyes on with subtle interest! I wanted to try my hand on my own wantonly experimenting with the folds on a paper.

I picked up a full page advertisement in the day’s newspaper featuring a lanky model decided to try some folds on her image πŸ™‚ (I would surely struggle to answer on my choice of this particular model! Fans of the model, please excuse me for my non-serious experiments with folds! πŸ™‚ )

See the Image 1 below that shows the attractive face in original!

Image 1 – Original face

Now see the change below in the image 2 by a simple slanted fold on the image πŸ™‚

Image 2 – Slanted fold across the face

And, now the prank is getting funny and interesting! See now the effect of combination of slanted fold with a horizontal one (Image 3 below).

Image 3 – Slanted fold with another horizontal fold across the image

Just imagine the huge number of combinations possible to play with the images that change the degree of beauty! πŸ˜€ I will keep myself trying to transform the faces and be called a face-lifter! πŸ™‚ What about you?

Consequent to an earlier post on a Primer on Indian Classical Music, I set upon to learn about the music system. Given the hitherto ignorance of the principles of the revered music system, it took quite some time to follow the concepts and the terms of the system! However, it has been a wonderful learning experience and I give below a few concepts and the terms that I have learnt as part of my study.

Summary Notes

  1. Sound has several features such as pitch, intensity, quality and duration.
  2. The pitch is just the frequency of the sound vibration, given in hertz or cycles. The musical term for frequency is tone.
  3. The intensity is the same as the loudness and is related to the amplitude of the sound wave.
  4. The duration of the sound is simply the time during which the specific frequency or tone lasts.
  5. When an instrument produces sound, you not produce one frequency, but also produce a spectrum consisting of several overtones. This is variously referred to as timbre or tone color. This constitutes the quality of that sound.
  6. The audible range is divided into octaves. An octave is a frequency range from a frequency f1 to f2 such that f2 is twice that of f1 in terms of cycles or hertz. The audible frequency is then comprised of many, many octaves. We can choose any number to be our f1 (and f2 of course is 2 times f1) – we can define an octave from 10 Hz to 20 Hz or equally well another one, say from 15 Hz to 30 Hz.
  7. The key frequencies are arranged in such a manner that they are in a geometric series with a common ratio as the twelfth root of two or 1.059. For example, typically, there is a white key in the keyboard set to 240 Hz. Then the adjacent key on the right, a black one as a matter of fact, is set to 240 X 1.059 = 254 Hertz.
  8. The geometric arrangement of frequencies of the keys in an octave is called an equally tempered arrangement.
  9. The Western music defines a standard octave called the middle C octave (also called the middle C scale) starting from the white key set to 240 Hz.
  10. The eight keys in an octave are labeled starting with C through G, and then back to A and B. The five black keys in an octave have ambiguous labels, because each one of them has two labels. The first black key, for example, is called C sharp (C #) or D flat (Db).
  11. Each key in an octave is supposed to be a semitone or half tone apart from its adjacent key. Thus, keys which are second nearest neighbors are considered aΒ whole tone apart. For example, the first white key (C key) and the first black key (C#) are a semitone apart, whereas the first white key (C key) and the second white key (D key) are a full tone (whole tone) apart. Also, the C# and D keys are a semitone apart, as well.
  12. The Indian word for frequency or pitch or tone is Sruti.
  13. The basic reason for more than twelve srutis per octave in Indian music is that any form of Indian music, not just Carnatic music,Β flows through the frequencies, whereas a Western song seems jumpy.
  14. In Indian music it is not enough to produce just twelve or even twenty two tones in an octave. One ought to produce even the intermediate frequencies. These intermediate frequencies, which do not have any keys to produce them, are called microtones and the Indian word for the microtone is gamakam.
  15. The microtones or gamakams in Indian form of music tend to be clustered around the primary key frequency, although this need not always be the case.
  16. The very heart of Indian music is a continuous flow or gliding through a continuum of frequencies or gamakam or microtonal excursions.
  17. The Western music is harmony-based. Harmony is produced when several instruments play different melodies or pieces simultaneously like in an orchestra. Orchestration and harmony are absent in Indian classical music.
  18. Indian classical music does not use chords, or pressing more than one key simultaneously. Chords are a major aspect of Western music and producing harmony via chords is a natural consequence of the equally tempered (geometric series) arrangement of the keys. If keys were arranged in a just tempered sequence, pressing more than one key at a given time might produce an unpleasant sound pattern resulting in what is called Besur (in Hindustani music) or Abaswaram (in Carnatic music).A section of the keyboard
  19. One advantage of equal temperament of pianos and keyboards is that it makes it easier to tune them since each key is harmonically related to the other keys. In case of just tempered arrangement, since the key ratio between adjacent keys is not a constant, most keys will have to be tuned individually.
  20. Also absent in Indian classical music is polyphony, where several instruments (melodies) come and go asynchronously instead of at periodically predictable times. Also, the western scales are standardized. The middle C octave ranges from 240 to 480 Hz.
  21. In Indian music, you have the freedom to choose the frequency range of the octave from anywhere to twice anywhere. You can start at 230 Hz, if you wish.
  22. In western classical music, most musicians have music notated on sheets of paper and read it when performing, while the Indian music is always played by ear.
  23. A note is a primitive element of a musical phrase. An analogy will be the concept of a syllable in a spoken word or a letter in a written word.
  24. The terms tone and note are different: tone is essentially a frequency, whereas the note is the smallest part of a melody and could last one tone plus possible microtones. The Indian word for note is swaram or sur.
  25. These seven syllables – sa ri ga ma pa dha ni – are actually mnemonics to represent the notes or swarams in Indian music. They are referred to as the saptha swarams.
  26. The complete names of the Indian notation are as follows: shadjam for sa, rishabham for ri, gandhaaram for ga, madhyamam for ma, panchamam for pa, dhaivatam for dha and nishaadham for ni.
  27. In Indian music, the main octave is called madhya sthayi, the octave above it (higher) is called thara sthayi and the octave just below the madhya sthayi is called mandra sthayi. In terms of notation, the keys in the higher octave are labeled with a dot on top of the notes. The keys in the mandra (lower) sthayi are identified with dots below the solfege notes.
  28. The twelve keys of the octave are divided into two halves: the four keys which are designated as ri and ga are called the bottom tetrachord (in Indian terminology, poorvaangam) and similarly the four keys corresponding to dha and ni are called the upper tetrachord or uttaraangam.
  29. The starting frequency of your personalized octave relative to a standard octave determines the pitch of your voice.
  30. Your signature pitch or sruti (or, the starting frequency of your octave) is measured in a sounding unit called kattai. A halfΒ kattai is a semitone and a full kattai is a whole tone. If your octave happens to start at 240 Hz then you have a four kattai sruti, by definition. If your voice is very low pitched then you can have lower than four kattai as in case of many males. Women and children are high pitched and can have higher than four (even six) kattai srutis and their octave will start at frequencies higher than 240 Hz. An approximate western equivalent of this is called register. In Indian classical music, the octaves are free floating, varying from person to person. The starting points are not pegged at 240 Hz.

Terms to remember

  1. pitch
  2. tone
  3. duration
  4. timbre
  5. quality of sound
  6. octave
  7. equally tempered
  8. middle C octave or middle C scale
  9. semitone or half-tone
  10. full tone or whole tone
  11. sruti
  12. microtone or gamakam
  13. harmony
  14. equally tempered
  15. just tempered
  16. polyphony
  17. note
  18. swaram or sur
  19. mandra sthayi
  20. madhya sthayi
  21. thara sthayi
  22. poorvaangam or bottom tetrachord
  23. uttaraangam or upper tetrachord
  24. half kattai
  25. full kattai

I saw him. Again. Throwing the newspaper on to my verandah that was wet by previous day’s downpour. I immediately thought of accosting him on his bicycle and hold his neck until he were out of his breath. Despite my repeated pleadings to the newspaper boy of treating the paper with dignity and respect, he would daily test my patience by diluting his duty. It would be a punishment for him for his sacrilegious deed of subjecting that fresh-smelling folio of papers to wetness and dinginess. Who can redeem the original essence of fragrance and beauty of that now squalid piece? Who can bring back the subtle loss of grace to it? Who can fill in for the deprivation that it suffered of its dignity and value? I was helpless. I could not do much more than lifting it away from the moist surface and caressing it and make it feel that some one in its tiny world cares for it, adores it and glorifies it!

(An entry from the rare pages of my personal diary, 1997.)

I have always been fascinated by that enigmatic thing called newspaper. One can call it by any other name, be it a journal, a magazine, a tabloid, a periodical, a daily, or just a paper, but it is one indispensable thing that my day would begin with, and without which there would be a leading space if my day were a text of life! πŸ™‚ I am amazed by the folio of papers with printed content that daily – well almost daily, except the important public holidays – makes its appearance in my home with an overwhelming range of news, issues, views, commentaries, pictures, messages, articles, essays, interviews, and so on. I always wondered how a thing like it that gives a snapshot expression of various happenings, events, thoughts and emotions, of the day before can be so simple given the enormity of the occurrences and the intensity of the thoughts! A man-made marvel indeed!

I had my first hitch to my newspaper around 26 years ago when after sermonized by my father on the benefits reading a newspaper would bring, I started looking at just the sports page of the paper of the day. That was because, every afternoon, after the school, I would play a game of Cricket with my friends and got excited when I saw the same terms of the game being discussed and printed in the paper! πŸ™‚ I got resonated with an immediate effect with the pages on Sports. (It is an entirely a different matter altogether now that the memory pages of Cricket in my mind gather dust and the sport does not find any place of interest with me! :))

The journey thus began and continued when in my college days, I would extend my reading of the daily paper beyond the sports section. For the first time, I would read the editorial space and the headlines in the front page. Notably, I would derive immense pleasure in looking at the wonderful pictures that I was presented in the several pages of the paper. (Of course, the images in those days were mostly in black and white and now when I see them it would be a cause for antiquity and a special nostalgia!) Though I had never understood the complete meaning of the text and the context of the editorial pieces then, I would just glance through like a hungry ogre! I would remember the titles of the editorials and reuse them in my boastful talks with my friends that day in the college! (I used to proudly flaunt the book-made collage made of the cuttings of various pictures and interesting stories to my guests and friends, though it is unfortunate that they were lost over time! I become sick at heart when I think of a collage made of all the Cricket score cards in the day’s paper, irrespective of the countries and teams involved!)

Later in my college days, I had discerned the significance, of editorials and the other content that pitches with opinions and views, to my own opinion-building and knowledge-making. I used to closely study almost all the articles and essays in the editorial pages of the paper besides the editorials themselves. The news items in the front page and their analysis in the inner pages would serve as the additional sources for the thoughts and note-making for me. I would maintain a small ruled notebook to note down the words and phrases which are unfamiliar to me and later I would learn their meanings through reference to my good old Oxford Dictionary. I would sometimes underline the words with my special HB pencil devoted for it, mark the lines in the margins and make notes. (Of course, I have become now more of a courtly lover rather than a carnal lover: the former wants to preserve the beauty of it, while the latter is more interested in the content rather than the external beauty of it!) I also would write down my own thoughts and analysis on a separate notebook, which I frequently would refer to in the future with a sense of achievement!

It would be a religious and devoted study – rather than just a glance or read – of the paper in those days for me. Even when I moved over to start my profession, I continued to cling on to this ceremonial protocol every day! I would follow the various issues with great alacrity and seriousness; and when the issue is res judicata, I would try my hand and mind in making a summary of it in the form of an essay. In the busy days, when I would be overwhelmed by my professional work, I would make sure that enough hours were spent on the activity of reading the paper – either through burrowing it in the late night or the first activity in the morning of the subsequent day. (I would be completely oblivious to the words and gestures of the fellows around me whining about my madness of reading the yesterday’s paper early today! I would rather leave them at their own lack of appreciation of the love the paper gives you; the feeling could not be, after all, scoped by the limits imposed time, it rather transcends it!) I would read various items and offerings spanning from polity, politics, social development, ecology, conservation, arts, culture, fashion, music, sports, photography, drama, literature, and so on, whereas my initial flirtations were limited to sports only!

Through out this journey, over time, from my early association of the newspaper to the current bonding with it, I experienced different learnings. Moving from a visual appreciation of the beauty to actually flirting with it now, it has been a wonderful odyssey that stands out truly in my life. Kudos to the newspaper! I am wanting in gratitude and stay always beholden to its unrequited intellectual fragrance.

A book is an enigmatic thing. A pleasurable object. A modest miracle. I always can expect a possibility of deriving immense happiness in my engagement with it. A book is an artistic curio, for it manifests verbal expression of a writer’s imagination and colorful visualization. Not only a writer experiences a bliss in translating his rich imagery into a verbal form, but also entices the reader of this form into his world!

When I want to acquire a book, I would visit a nearest bookstore and lay my hands on it after getting attracted to its external beauty besides the literary content between its covers. I then offer a caressing touch to it as though I had missed it for ages, flip it, feel the paper texture, smell a random page, study the cover illustration, before I get on to read the summary either on its back covers or on the flips. (Of course, now-a-days, it is more fashionable to get a book online, but nothing is more sensual than actually feeling it while buying it!) It is really a visceral experience touching the book in its entire form, the every corner of it and the every page of it! πŸ™‚

After I purchase a book and bring it home, I welcome it by writing on the left bottom of the last available blank page with flyleaf at the recto, the date, the source and the place of purchase. I also etch my initials – JMK, that is – on the bottom edge of the book. I then give a mild strokes on each edge of the book and make sure that it feels really at home! Then, I decide a right and a suitable place for it in my shelf space, where it can smugly stand for days to come. My shelf, of course, is a deep one with several compartments. Most of the times, the new members of my family, by default, take a place in the top most compartment. There is no possibility of jostling for space there, since I make sure that there is always enough for the new members! πŸ™‚

One fine day, or night I should admit, I drag the book from the shelf with a delicate pull exerted on its spine and pick up a random page and again smell it as though I had wanted to reinforce my memory of it and to deepen its relationship with me. I then make an attempt to feel and relive the thoughts behind that cover illustration and design, and try to comprehend the link between the theme of the book and the cover design and title. It is completely, I should say, an enriching experience in this irresistible exercise!

Sometimes, I go through the contents of the book swiftly in its Contents page, and sometimes religiously, spending considerable time in details, in that the number of pages written for each chapter and/or section, whether the spread of the pages is uniform, etc. πŸ™‚ It is interesting often to find that only the recto pages to be numbered and sometimes the verso ones. Most of the times, the prologue, the preface, the introduction and the contents are rendered in roman numerals!

Without noting mentally the details in the Copyright page – the publisher, the printer, the date and place of publication, the edition number, the names of the persons behind that toothsome cover design and typography, the copyright notices, etc., – I shall not embark on the journey of reading the first page of the actual content. Not to mention about those special glances shall be thrown on the Dedication page and the frontispiece! πŸ™‚

If I am interrupted suddenly while reading a book, it is embarrassing to leave it top-down with its belly spread between its covers! But the wonderful bookmarks come to my rescue in those trying times! The bookmarks are often supplied by the bookstore itself or the book seller himself, other wise I shall use one from my preserved stock, picking the most suitable one that makes a perfect match with the book! Bookmarks are no less artistic pieces in themselves; they are often designed to be pointers to the moments of reading. These days, they typically carry some advertisement text and graphics on one of its sides with the another left to hold some literary information like a brief biography of an author or thesaurus contents for a word!Β  (I, in fact, started collecting the bookmarks in their original form, since I love them as the part and parcel of the book and consider them as an indivisible part of the book itself!) However, some bookmarks are irritably lengthy spreading almost through the entire length of the book! I like it to be just sufficiently compact with a thread hanging from one of its sides and handy enough to encourage me coming back to the page it sits on! The reason is that I do not like leaving a work in progress book laid down open since it will leave it shaken and damage the covers and its dust jacket.

After all, a book lives with me through my life and offers me a window to an hitherto unknown and unexplored beautiful world with its own characters. Just reading it by consuming the words in it is not only sacrilegious, but also tantamount to hurling expletives to the creator of such a wonderful entity in the creative realms of the world!

Every morning, I have a mild trouble of starting a good day in the best of my spirits in the hoarse cries and calls of the street hawkers on the road! I wake up every day, a good one-hour before dawn, hoping among the hopes that the day would see a hawker-free one, so I would be allowed to think freely without any strain to my auditory sensibilities! Of course, in vain, most of the times!

I am not demanding that the street hawkers need be proscribed and thus subjected to the ensuing deprivation of their right livelihood. I am not condoning them either! I am only worried about the frequent breaks, in the strings of my thoughts and cogitations that carry immense value in building my day, effected by the coarse and unwarranted calls of these hawkers on the road. I feel as though I live on road on all sides of the house!

Hawkers, or the street vendors – as they are often called, contribute their mite to the local economies through, most of the times, their cheaper offerings. The ease of availability and affordability are some of the prime reasons for their sustained livelihood. (A study commissioned by National Association of Street Vendors in India in 2001, states that consumers mainly purchase vegetables and fruits from the street hawkers and unsurprisingly the middle income group spends between Rs.2500 and Rs.3000 on these purchases). Though the profession of street vending is regulated by local laws – since the community falls under the State list – most of the vending community is impervious to regulations and apparently go by their daily chores without any compunction. Of course, add the usual red-tape and corruption prevalent in the local administration to this!

Despite the respect and dignity that I allude to this small community engaged in vending or hawking on the otherwise solemn streets of the city, I become squeamish with the high-tone shouts and irritable cries of the vendors, which most of the times reverberate and continue to affect my ears and the attendant senses for long. So much so that, I am dreaded by the mild shouts of a distant hawker, streets and roads away from my house, and at the possibility of a fierce attack on me! It is as though the person is coming to my house with vengeance fighting against the civil sensitivities!

A specific gang, if I dare calling them such, which seeks to buy old-newspapers and thus claim to get rid us of the living room garbage, is irritable and a potential threat to my aural senses! The same persons roam around the street on which lay my house at least four times in just four hours as though they are defending their right to shout using all their strength to might! I feel sometimes to call them and give some piece of my mind, and if I am forced to, a piece of my strength too!, to the irritant ones and tell them strongly that I would not want to share my garbage with them! But, my thoughts would dissolve in the huge oceanic currents of their shouts!

Perhaps, I am being aurally sensitive myself and professionally insensitive to them, but I too have a right to live and savor my moments at home in my own way undisturbed! I, after all, do not want in my life time to make my home just a house to live in, and of course I am not living on the streets and I cannot live obviously with a sense of perpetual aural trepidation! Hawkers or Vendors, please listen to my humble prayers and please do not subject me to the terrible jitters by the shouts and cries that your throats deliver at the more-than-necessary tone!