Today is "Anant Chaturdashi", the last day of the Ganesh festival. If you are a native to Pune and happen to live near Peth areas, then you would probably understand the joys (or pains depending on how close you are to those mountainous Dolby speakers) of this festival. The immersion parade is a culmination of the 10 days of the festival and it seems that the whole of Pune flocks to the roads to see this magnificent procession.
When I was a school going kid(I am talking about really ancient times) we used to celebrate Ganesh festival in the colony that I used to live in. Many a times I also used to participate in the procession and share in the wonderful experiences. But processions rarely bothered with the song and dance routine that is more of a norm these days. Then, almost exclusively it used to be "lezim" and "dhol" for all the Ganesh Mandals. But times have changed and so have the tastes of the people. The "lezims" and "dhol" still feature, but item numbers rule the roost in the processions these days. Not that I am complaining, since I can still see the same fervour in people who take part in these processions today. The only difference is in the sounds that we hear.
Now I enjoy the processions from the comfort of the balcony when they pass by. Sometimes I wonder how will it be when I grow old. But then I guess that it will still be as good as it is now, the same as it was when I was just a school going kid. The only difference would be the sounds of Ganesha...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Potli Baba Ki - Continues
It has been a very long time since the last post...
But all these days the story telling has continued. And it has actually been a tough time..thanks to my kid as always. Last time I mentioned that he gets me to tell stories of the combinations of animals that he makes up for that day. Well if you thought that was hard, try doing it with cars.
Yes..my son has inherited my craze for cars. These days he is so much into cars that the only conversation that I seem to have with him these days is about the various cars in the world and which happens to be the fastest. And that's not all, whenever he sees a picture of a new car he invariably wants to know how fast it is and how it compares to other cars as far as speed is concerned. This means that I have to keep track of what I have told him as he corrects me if I give the wrong info. Talk about the difficulties of parenting. :)
Well..back to the point. I have to tell stories of cars racing each other and I have been mandated by my son that each car has to have its own distinct personality. Add to it guns, bombs, police cars and helicopters and I think that if I were any good at creating computer games, mine would have been selling like hot cakes. Ohhh..the stories I tell are so thrilling..all those ferraris and lamborginis..I am awed at myself for the stories that I create everyday. Well..you can't fault me for indulging myself a bit.
So it seems that the "Potli" of this baba still has enough material to keep his son happy..the legacy continues.
But all these days the story telling has continued. And it has actually been a tough time..thanks to my kid as always. Last time I mentioned that he gets me to tell stories of the combinations of animals that he makes up for that day. Well if you thought that was hard, try doing it with cars.
Yes..my son has inherited my craze for cars. These days he is so much into cars that the only conversation that I seem to have with him these days is about the various cars in the world and which happens to be the fastest. And that's not all, whenever he sees a picture of a new car he invariably wants to know how fast it is and how it compares to other cars as far as speed is concerned. This means that I have to keep track of what I have told him as he corrects me if I give the wrong info. Talk about the difficulties of parenting. :)
Well..back to the point. I have to tell stories of cars racing each other and I have been mandated by my son that each car has to have its own distinct personality. Add to it guns, bombs, police cars and helicopters and I think that if I were any good at creating computer games, mine would have been selling like hot cakes. Ohhh..the stories I tell are so thrilling..all those ferraris and lamborginis..I am awed at myself for the stories that I create everyday. Well..you can't fault me for indulging myself a bit.
So it seems that the "Potli" of this baba still has enough material to keep his son happy..the legacy continues.
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