Over the past few years I’ve spent many hours in a cancer unit at a major American hospital. On the oncology ward there is a separate TV for each individual patient. The TV in the waiting room is never turned off; there are even TVs in the exam rooms. Some of the patients there are facing imminent death, yet the best modern medicine can offer is distraction — game shows and soap operas and violent movies. — Linda Johnsen in ‘Meditation is Boring?’
of a runny nose…
a child in baby param’s class has a cold. and baby param IS FASCINATED by the upward and downward movement of the fluids from the nostrils.
“when D. inhales it goes back in, amma”
“and after a while, it trickles down”
“how does he do it, amma? how does he do it, EVERYTIME? and only from one side?”
baby param is coming down with a serious case of neighbour’s envy.
Do you wish to sing the divine songs of Thyagaraja, Purandara Dasa and great composers? Do you regret not learning Carnatic music? Or do you regret having tapered off Carnatic music because of various reasons?
A team of experienced teachers from the balabrundam group, started by Sangeetha Kala Sarathy Smt Seetha Rajan, will train you to sing in a group, to help you rekindle your interest in music.
Effects: Your interest in Carnatic music will grow, and you will be better able to appreciate Kutcheris and classical music. You may even be able to sing at small functions in a group.
(for some background, here’s a lovely video of Dr. Seetha Rajan singing along with her senior students…
Classes will be held in Besant Nagar once a week. No fee is charged.
This is a public interest venture aimed at promoting and universalising Carnatic music.
mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org to register…
and if you are living in Chennai, do spread the word…
about a 100 students from a school for mentally challenged children and adults were at the beach …
and what a marathon-task it was for the teachers…. to round the children (and adults) up, line them up to the waves, give them bajjis, deal with bathroom breaks, keep an eye out for the hyperactive, heave-ho the man(child) whose feet couldn’t make it past a steep step, match the child into his or her bus to head back…
it was uphill all the way.
flashback memories returned of my college days where i worked at a special school for my internship — i remember how i cheered for mainstreaming, how slow could be s.l.o.w. That time i was all gung-ho for parents, who i thought, were THE role-models of patience and love.
Today i was on the teachers’ side, (who ate their bajjis last, after every child had finished), for making this trip happen. An old gentleman on the beach stuffed some money into the trip’s co-ordinator and said “what a wonderful job, you are doing”. i sat quietly on the sidelines and agreed.
“…we had to spend 15 minutes trying to find an Indian word for loneliness.” Pandit Usharbudh Arya writes in a book on spirituality.
*felt very happy to read that*
(I tried to find the tamizh word for loneliness and I immediately came up with தனிமை, which neatly rhymes with இனிமை (sweetness). my ma tells me that the poet avvaiyar used them both together.)
recently, the newspaper tom-tommed the artweek in Chennai– with exhibitions, photos and the like splattered in many prominent spaces. but the curators of the one-off expo shouldn’t be worried;
artweek is always on.
and today, we were surprised by a rathload of art, and culture unfold at the elliots today.