Holden Caulfield’s New York

March 1, 2013 § 3 Comments

Salinger.Avati.Catcher.In.The.Rye

Every time I pass a frozen pond and ducks I can’t help but wonder what do the ducks do in cold freezing winters. And then I read Catcher In The Rye. Holden Caulfield wonders the same I found out.

After years of somehow missing out on reading it I bought Catcher In The Rye off of amazon. I know I am repeating myself but did you know… USED BOOKS COST LIKE HALF OF KINDLE/NEW BOOKS . Its crazy. I got three books in twenty dollars. Does anyone else get a kick out of book ownership? I definitely do. My book owning joy = having a new car. I open the book, smell it, always face a dilemma as to where to put my name – the utterly blank first page or the page with the title and almost always decide on the latter.

SO, while reading Caulfield’s journey Trenton to Manhattan I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and delight as I thought I have been here – all these places he is talking about. Unfortunately no one was around or I would have blabbered jumping up and down about it. But it was a delight to read about the places in 1951. Comparing the views we see now to those in Salinger’s book one can’t help but wonder how time passes changing things and yet keeping them static in a grander version. These places are key to Holden’s journey. They set the mood and the environment for his monologue. The pond in central park, Phoebe’s carousel, the Penn station, the Rockefeller plaza (!) , the train journey…

How we put grand projections on inanimate things! Just because it has a history or a context other than ours, just because it’s in someone’s story , fictional or otherwise ; makes it special. But then why not! Why not indulge in romantic grandeur and escapism if it makes you squeal in delight!

And we are back to ducks… and I found a really nice video and also an article you would like.

http://mrbellersneighborhood.com/2010/01/holdens-new-york

DO, DO read the book. It is delightful and different. More like a stream of consciousness monologue… an interesting read.

 

 

Norah Jones coming to India – March 3!

February 19, 2013 § 2 Comments

Norah Jones is coming to India in march! Rather GOING to India… since I am not THERE! :(:(

But don’t worry Norah, I will see you live one day!

But I really really love the posters and the art these people made for the shows. Absolutely adore them! Definitely my wallpaper for the next six months. 🙂 Check them out.

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Chetan Bhagat – “Young India wants meri nokri aur meri chokri.” Ahem. Le me says excusez moi—??

February 13, 2013 § 2 Comments

Umm… so… CB said (sorry he said it six months ago but I read it now) he says –

“What Young India wants is meri naukri aur meri chhokri – a good job and a good girlfriend.”

Umm… didn’t you like, kind of, miss out  50 % of the youth population?
Unless all the youth females, they are all lesbians.
In which case they would certainly want a girlfriend.
In which case there would be a drastic dearth of girlfriends.
So maybe the youth will only have nokri and no chokri!
Umm. (awkward)
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Anton Chekov, on cultured people

January 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

A delightful piece of writing…

—via Brain Pickings—

Anton,26 writes to his older brother Nikolai,28.

MOSCOW, 1886.

… You have often complained to me that people “don’t understand you”! Goethe and Newton did not complain of that…. Only Christ complained of it, but He was speaking of His doctrine and not of Himself…. People understand you perfectly well. And if you do not understand yourself, it is not their fault.

I assure you as a brother and as a friend I understand you and feel for you with all my heart. I know your good qualities as I know my five fingers; I value and deeply respect them. If you like, to prove that I understand you, I can enumerate those qualities. I think you are kind to the point of softness, magnanimous, unselfish, ready to share your last farthing; you have no envy nor hatred; you are simple-hearted, you pity men and beasts; you are trustful, without spite or guile, and do not remember evil…. You have a gift from above such as other people have not: you have talent. This talent places you above millions of men, for on earth only one out of two millions is an artist. Your talent sets you apart: if you were a toad or a tarantula, even then, people would respect you, for to talent all things are forgiven.

You have only one failing, and the falseness of your position, and your unhappiness and your catarrh of the bowels are all due to it. That is your utter lack of culture. Forgive me, please, but veritas magis amicitiae…. You see, life has its conditions. In order to feel comfortable among educated people, to be at home and happy with them, one must be cultured to a certain extent. Talent has brought you into such a circle, you belong to it, but … you are drawn away from it, and you vacillate between cultured people and the lodgers vis-a-vis.

Cultured people must, in my opinion, satisfy the following conditions:

  1. They respect human personality, and therefore they are always kind, gentle, polite, and ready to give in to others. They do not make a row because of a hammer or a lost piece of india-rubber; if they live with anyone they do not regard it as a favour and, going away, they do not say “nobody can live with you.” They forgive noise and cold and dried-up meat and witticisms and the presence of strangers in their homes.
  2. They have sympathy not for beggars and cats alone. Their heart aches for what the eye does not see…. They sit up at night in order to help P…., to pay for brothers at the University, and to buy clothes for their mother.
  3. They respect the property of others, and therefor pay their debts.
  4. They are sincere, and dread lying like fire. They don’t lie even in small things. A lie is insulting to the listener and puts him in a lower position in the eyes of the speaker. They do not pose, they behave in the street as they do at home, they do not show off before their humbler comrades. They are not given to babbling and forcing their uninvited confidences on others. Out of respect for other people’s ears they more often keep silent than talk.
  5. They do not disparage themselves to rouse compassion. They do not play on the strings of other people’s hearts so that they may sigh and make much of them. They do not say “I am misunderstood,” or “I have become second-rate,” because all this is striving after cheap effect, is vulgar, stale, false….
  6. They have no shallow vanity. They do not care for such false diamonds as knowing celebrities, shaking hands with the drunken P., [Translator’s Note: Probably Palmin, a minor poet.] listening to the raptures of a stray spectator in a picture show, being renowned in the taverns…. If they do a pennyworth they do not strut about as though they had done a hundred roubles’ worth, and do not brag of having the entry where others are not admitted…. The truly talented always keep in obscurity among the crowd, as far as possible from advertisement…. Even Krylov has said that an empty barrel echoes more loudly than a full one.
  7. If they have a talent they respect it. They sacrifice to it rest, women, wine, vanity…. They are proud of their talent…. Besides, they are fastidious.
  8. They develop the aesthetic feeling in themselves. They cannot go to sleep in their clothes, see cracks full of bugs on the walls, breathe bad air, walk on a floor that has been spat upon, cook their meals over an oil stove. They seek as far as possible to restrain and ennoble the sexual instinct…. What they want in a woman is not a bed-fellow … They do not ask for the cleverness which shows itself in continual lying. They want especially, if they are artists, freshness, elegance, humanity, the capacity for motherhood…. They do not swill vodka at all hours of the day and night, do not sniff at cupboards, for they are not pigs and know they are not. They drink only when they are free, on occasion…. For they wantmens sana in corpore sano [a healthy mind in a healthy body].

And so on. This is what cultured people are like. In order to be cultured and not to stand below the level of your surroundings it is not enough to have read “The Pickwick Papers” and learnt a monologue from “Faust.” …

What is needed is constant work, day and night, constant reading, study, will…. Every hour is precious for it…. Come to us, smash the vodka bottle, lie down and read…. Turgenev, if you like, whom you have not read.

You must drop your vanity, you are not a child … you will soon be thirty.
It is time!
I expect you…. We all expect you.

An illustrated ode to introverts.

January 17, 2013 § 2 Comments

An illustrated ode to introverts by Grant Snider. Via Explore.

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Nina – the Magnificent.

December 13, 2012 § Leave a comment

Indeed the High Priestess of Soul… I am a big fan of Nina Simone. Her captivating voice, amazing stage presence, her song writing… Her unpredictability during performances. My only regret in life would be not seeing her in concert.

Here is a part of a concert. She loved Switzerland like home.

Nina Simone: “Isn’t my necklace beautiful?, well it is isn’t it?”
“It is from Greece and Claude gave it to me and it is over its is antiques over 200years old and it is meant for a queen and I’m a queen.”

[Nina gracefully bows, crowd applauses, laughs]

[Nina laughs]

“I laugh because I know you are jolted because suddenly… it occurs to you that it might be true!”

NINA the magnificent! Watch it for a true artist and an enchanting personality…

 

A few years ago I watched Before Sunset and discovered Nina Simone… Just in Time is still my most favourite track and I can listen to it for hours together. Ethan Hawke flips in a Nina Simone cd and looks over at Julie Delpy for approval..(well..) and then Julie Delpy proceeds to recount her experience at a Nina concert… its one of the best scenes in a movie I’ve ever seen! (also, those two have an amazing chemistry)

Friends, life and time – a poem

December 12, 2012 § Leave a comment

Let us speak not of you or me
Of what has been said or unspoken yet..
Lest it violate that which is sacred

But with each step forward
Reminisce awhile
For memories time reclaims with every dusty mile

And maybe in a moment or an eternity
You will see…

A thousand adieus
But in vain my dear friend
For in your deepest
You know
We ll meet again.

Found this poem on my long-dead other blog I used to have ages ago. Time affects people in every different way. Friends sometimes grow apart or are forced apart by life and distance. Or misunderstandings. But true friendship always lasts… through thick and thin!

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