hullo hullo.....
A very good morning to all of you guys.....It being the weekend I know that you guys would be thinking of doing something creative and before you finalise on the nitty gritty details, Monday morning shows its smirking blue face...:P....but thats how it works....creativity is the language of the soul.....it flows of its free will and not like the ruddy municipality tap :P........Thats the voice of truth for this week ....mull over it people....:P.....
Its always nice to advice other people when one is unemployed......sort of feels like the job for the day is done :P.....
Last week was eventful..what with my resignation and all.......it was fun though....one never knows what one is expected to do after the resignation.......Do we still go to office and act as if its the best thing on earth or go ahead and have a blast and let the future take care of itself.....:P
Well enough of me though I know its a very intersting topic......lets talk about munshiji......
Munshi premchand (he is known as the shakespeare of hindi...)is one of the best writers I have read.......I never knew that hindi could be so beautiful.......There are words of expression in hindi that english cannot boast of having........And also his style.........how do I describe it......It has that distinctive indian flavour to it, sarcasm without the bitter aftertaste , a sparkling wittism and a deep understanding of the human nature.....and an endearing simplicity which makes the reader go back again and again to it , as if he had missed something in the initial read.....
Born in the time of the Raj.....his stories were mainly about the feudal system which was established by the Raj......and the way the common man strove to express his identity in a country where people are taught from infancy onwards to be patient and bear the flings of fortune without a murmur........Indian society in those days was bound by rigid conventional values and society as a whole could not compete with the capitalist monster that the british raj stood for......the indian intelligentsia was thought to be a crass crowd of village bumpkins who could not understand the opera nor swig wine and look intelligent......
Many of his stories tear apart the hypocrisy and the false hood that many indians adopted in order to be in the good books of the Raj........One of his stories describe about how an unsuccesfull but brilliant hindi writer is summoned to a gathering of writers where he finds to his dismay that all of them have assembled there not to discuss literature but to prove the superiority of foreign authors over the indian scribes.
He throws away an oppurtunity to mingle with the elite embracing penury and discloses towards the end the satisfaction he feels of being true to himself and his knowledge. In short he would rather be in the company of the great than in those of the rich. His writings mostly reflected I think the phase he was going through in his life....some of them exhort the common man to take to the way of truth emphasising that truth always triumphed and some spoke about the futility of pursuing anything steadfastedly as life was too ephemeral to be conditioned so rigiidly.... .a staunch gandhian....he left his job when he heard the clarion call of the nation and survived on a meagre pittance through his writings........none of his writings glorify people rather they speak about normal people and their reactions to overpowering social and political circumstances.
.....I really am glad that I picked up Munshijis book from the kabadiwallah than dan browns the lost symbol....though I really am a great fan of his brilliant conspiracy thories......:P
sometimes the truth is stranger and much more endearing than fiction :P
P.S for all my friends who are in general averse to any serious discussion and who are right now cursing me like the dickens.....my humble apology....:P....the next issue shall be filled with mirth and laughter till you snort .....until then .......jai hind :P
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