Mhaisal - a village, on the banks of the river Krishna, is in Sangli district of the western state of Maharashtra. Being on the boundary between Karnataka and Maharashtra, it is a confluence of cultures, languages and religions. Though the official language is Marathi, almost seventy percent of the population is bi-lingual. The highway to Bijapur and Belgaum, passes through the village. Agriculture is the main occupation, with sugar-cane, and grapes being the most important crops. Mhaisalkars are lovers of festivals, which are celebrated all year round with fervor and gaiety. (Map)
It is fortuitous that not only do I hail from Mhaisal, but chose, to spend my life here.


Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sounds of Silence


A few days back, at Pune, I was trying to park my car in a slot that was empty, suddenly a man started yelling at me telling me that he was standing there to ensure that the spot remains vaccant for his boss' car. His behaviour was so crass it left me dumbfounded. I have started wondering, where has all the old world charm gone, when to be courteous was considered an hallmark of good breeding. We have always been taught to never raise our voice. When ever I go to a public place, the loudness, be it of music, or of the non stop chatter of the youngsters simply makes me sick. 
Our festivals just cannot be celebrated without a dose of high decibel, ear splitting, music and fireworks. Our leaders, simply cannot make a point, without shouting or throwing histrionic tantrums. 
We have to just look at nature, to see how it achieves the most wonderful miracles, with not so much as a whimper. Emily Diciknson, in her poem "Nature, The Gentlest Mother"  describes this trait touchingly.

Is all this aggression really good for all of us as a society? Is gentleness no more a virtue? Will the "Sound of Silence" never whisper to us the wisdom of the profound? I can only wonder!