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22 November, 2004

Musings on the Readmeet at Manisha’s

Manisha and Mahesh have what I have wanted all my life. A home by the sea and a balcony looking into the sunset. Some day I would like to retire to a house like that by the sea and gaze into the sunset sitting on a cute wicker chair.

The fiery sunset and cool wind blowing just overwhelmed me at yesterday’s readmeet! I had read about Manisha complaining about the smell of drying fish near her home. I said I would endure fish smells and the loss of my right limb to see such divine sunsets from my own room. So I thought I would attempt a little reporting, though I guess the detailed one will be posted by Avi Das, the coordinator of the readmeet event.

“Gold Mist” it said on the nameplate. When I was directed to the entrance, I saw Basu Bhattacharya’s name written beside Manisha’s and Mahesh’s names. I knew I was in some distinguished company. Seeing Manisha in her gown and hair clipped on top of her head, I thought she was getting ready for the event. I said if I were early I would loiter around the seashore and then come back later when all was set. I didn’t realize from her posts on caferati that the lady was so charmingly and delightfully informal. She remained in the gown the entire evening, this good “bad” girl!

Indeed the golden rays of the setting sun had caused a mist to rise over the Arabian Sea when I watched it standing in the balcony with Vijay, Ratna, Manisha and Avi. We were the early birds except Manisha, of course, who was the hostess of the event.

6:30 no sign of people. The wait irritated Ratna who in her best schoolmarmish tone said later that we should all be present on time or not come at all. The problem with us Indians is that after several on-time appearances where we find the host having a bath or a harassed servant running around making arrangements we take it for granted that 6:30 means 7 or 7:30. So thank providence for people like Manisha and Ratna who, when they say 6.30, mean 6.30. I guess one should mention “Time 6.30” and “Reporting time 6.15” so that people do not assume they can saunter in by 7.

Aside from the four of us, the first to arrive was our “Zorba the Fenugree” Ajit Jani. Whipping out something that looked like a scrapbook he read his minimalistic poem “Etlo.” “Etlo” in Gujrati means, “that is.”

There was a longish short story, haiku-like poems about mobiles, a poem about a journey on the Bombay-Pune expressway, engineering-sounding poems, poems about seashells, my own short story, and the grand finale, a play reading by Manisha, Peter and Vijay.

Participants came from as far as Jaipur and Pune. There was Vincent who is an intelligence officer in the revenue department who wants to open a chapter of Caferati in Jaipur. He came with his wife who is a forensic expert specializing in genetic coding and their 28-day old daughter who never even once made a noise and was rapt in a world of her own throughout the event (talk of early initiation into the readmeet culture!).

That makes me wonder, why people meet to read an almost dead art form commuting long hours when they could have sat in front of a television and enjoyed inane recycled serials and skimpily dressed girls dancing suggestively? Why do people like Manisha open up their homes and their hearts to kindred souls who need a refuge from the overpowering cynicism of the world around them?

The answer is we humans have an innate need to communicate, as the ancient cave dwellers did. After a hunt they would gather around a campfire (remember, we have a campfire event coming), eat the cooked meat and talk (mostly in grunts and sign language) about the hunt and visualize about the future where their future generation would gather in a largish drawing room, sit on stylish mats and listen to others read their delicately created works. Have a heart writers, poetry or prose will never die with people like you around!

So what if an unkind word was said in criticism, an unguarded comment, or offense taken over a misinterpreted meaning? Let the writers of the world sink their differences and be bonded as one. After all when they need to write content for a website or copy for an advertisement or script for a play they have to depend on us. Writers today are paid well by the technology freaks and they had better do that or we would sabotage their software programs and dollar-dreams of BPO bliss!

As a people we no longer have the time to sit together and tell anecdotes, or read carefully written and edited stories and poems to each other. Our lives are like one long succession of routines where we do what others expect us to do. We do the obvious routines, even writing for a living, quite easily. But the challenge comes in writing with a purpose, to discover the beauty of nature, write about interesting people we have met, to encourage and to enlighten and to break barriers and experience the writer’s words as our own. The creative urge takes us away from this stereotypical life and makes us think, dream and discover new worlds. I think that objective was achieved at yesterday’s readmeet.

Later we dispersed to the dining room to feast on samosas, cutlets, and brownie cakes (mmmm!).



Blogger midinmid said...

An extremely warm and well-written prelude to the forthcoming report of the readmeet. I was inspired and tempted to join but then suddenly I felt as if I had been there with you all. I know I would never be there.Waiting for the report.

22 November, 2004 19:49  
Blogger Anil said...

Makes me wishthat I was there...if all read-meets are this nice then I'm gonna put in an extra effort to attend one when I'm there :)

22 November, 2004 20:49  
Blogger Pragya said...

Great reporting John!

You want to know what's even more interesting? Victor, Amrapali and 26 year old Christina who came from Jaipur were actually there as a result of my steering them to Caferati and Ryze! Victor actually became a member of Ryze on Nov 18th, Thursday, while I was chatting with him on Messenger.

Here I am 7,000 miles away, never gonna have a chance to attend these wonderful sounding read meets and Victor, a good friend, I just made last Thursday, over Yahoo Messenger, got turned on to Caferati at my suggestion and found it worth it to attend the read meet! Talk about six degrees of separation!

It was so amazing to me! The world is shrinking so fast and we are slowly whittling away at the population of strangers in the world.

23 November, 2004 22:18  
Blogger Pragya said...

That should have said "26 days old' Christina, my apologies!

23 November, 2004 23:41  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Hey John,

Good report indeed... makes me feel
sheepish I missed two readmeets in a row
and both hosted by Manisha at her lovely
bungalow [ I get the picture all right].

Great to see Pragya steering ppl to our
readmeets from 7000 KMs away... keep it up
Pragya -I am, doing that for future readmeets
at Hyderabad and Kolhapur too.

I have been steering ppl to Mumbai too.
One of them was Kannan Sounderarajan who
seems to have attended this meet. He has
been cryptic abt that and yr report does
not mention his reading. He was to talk
about Bharat Natyam and Nuclear Energy,
as I understand. Or he got no read time?
Pl tell me.
Cheers !

24 November, 2004 09:43  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

You've captured the read-meet perfectly! I think the best part of the meet was the location - I fell in love with the place. Some day...:-)
I personally profited from the meet - constructive criticism on what I wrote, is something I'd been looking for. Friends who are biased just don't do the needful...thanks for those tips Manisha, Peter & Avi. I think my friend has been seduced and will be attending the next B'bay meet...

Max - I think the "engineering sounding poem" was the one read by your friend Kannan. Looking forward to the Pune meet on 5th Dec!!!

24 November, 2004 10:24  

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