Thursday, August 14, 2014
little kids sell our flags on
the street happy independence
day they greet.burning bare feet
the stomach grovels begs needs
something to eat ..all over bandra
with plastic smiles folded hands
gucci keds to hoist the flag netas
will come upbeat chamchas along
with them like filmy bouncers
ready to hit or beat some pseudo
desh wasis will touch netajis feet
a photo opportunity captured
for bandra buzz for prominence
will compete ..as national songs
play in the background elections
round the corner zindagi ki har
jeet ,.a single flag watching chaos
political order in defeat,.. acche din
kay ayenge inquires the man in
the skull cap his fate he could
not cheat..another independence
day another year complete .
This picture was shot by my childhood friend Vimal who lived at Jony Castle , his family were from Sri Lanka and his dad worked at Gazdars Taj Mahal Hotel.
Though Vimals dad used to sit at the Electric House workshop , he was a master craftsman goldsmith .their neighbors were Dr Pavris family , Dr Pavri was a brilliant doctor , peaceful man who was connected Northcote Nursing Home Arthur Bunder .
Vimal and Keith Kanga lived in the same block I was in the first block tenants of Late Nawab Kashmiri.. on the very top floor were the Modis in laws of Dr Pavri.
And this picture was sent to me on Facebook by Rathika Vimals kid sister his other sister was Sunethra close friends of Dr Pavris daughters also in the picture .
I was a very simple studios kid read a lot kept pigeons cats dogs and our house backyard was an animal menagerie .
I had a pet monkey too later after I shifted from Jony Castle to Mohini Mansions Strand Cinema .. for a short while we stayed at Neelam Breach Candy before permanently shifting to Strand Cinema .
But Wodehouse Road was our house of memories far too many memories Keith Vimal died tragically now only Rayomand Framroze and I are are the serving members from that Gang of yesteryears ..our fiefdom was Military Quarters Cuffe Parade and Sasson Docks.
An American visited India and went back to America
Where he met his Indian friend who asked him
How did u find my Country
The American said it is a great country
With solid ancient history
And immensely rich with natural resources.
The Indian friend then asked.
How did u find Indians??
I didn't find or met a single Indian there in India.
Who else could u met in India then??
The American said..
In Kashmir, I met a Kashmiri
In Punjab, a Panjabi
In Bihar, Maharastra, Rajasthan, Bengal, Tamil Nadu, Kerala
Bihari, Marathi, Marwadi, Bengali, Tamilian, Malayali
Then i met
And many many many more
But not a single Indian did i meet
Think how serious this joke is..
The day would not be far when indeed we would
Become a collection of polarized states as some
Regional anti-national politicians want...
from my friend Fabian Namory
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