Farrukh Dhondy

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Farrukh Dhondy

Old family ties

“On hearing him say he loved her She felt like a fairy queen
When all he meant in saying it Was that the grass in spring is green.”
From The Songs of Sinbad by Bachchoo

My great grandmother, Avabai Antia, my mother’s father’s mum to be precise, had an irreparable leg. At least that’s what I

Plug in and play

“Space extends and has no middle
Time flows on, it’s never too soon
Nothing brings back the cat with the fiddle
Or the cow who leaps right over the moon”

Aria from Bheeda Pereeda
by Bachchoo

The cry of the Conservative used to be “is nothing sacred?” to which we, the fretful generation, must add “is nothing secure?” Britain today faces a crisis in its ethics of journalistic practice.

De-greasing India

“Flavour salt lassi with Worcester Sauce
Mix Chaat Masala in your Bloody Mary
Fry Madrasi keyley as a second course —
When you hear the word ‘fusion’ be very wary”

From The Hymns of
Feromonus by Bachchoo

At the beginning of the Anna Hazare agitation a young friend of mine wrote a piece in an influential space voicing his disapproval of extra-parliamentary action. He said Mr Hazare and his associates were resorting to blackmail.

Hard times in Britain

“In the beginning was the word And the word was Mum...
Then they added Dad...”

From The Book of Leftovers by Bachchoo
Readers of my generation gathered our notions of Britain from books and our ideas of America from films. There must have been a time when I imagined that British society had moved on from the miseries described by Charles Dickens to the frivolities plotted by P.G. Wodehouse.

Personal vs political

“Challenge your fate
Toss a coin
Heads means death
Tails means death...”

From Cool-dhan-sakh by Bachchoowalla

In the Sixties and Seventies, the feminist movement coined a slogan: “The personal is the political!” I tried this out on my, now, 17-year-old daughter and though she studies English and politics, she didn’t quite get the meaning of it.

Literal snobbery

“I didn’t mean death
The abstract reaper
But the stalactite melting:
Life’s time-keeper...”

From The Songs of Gutta Percha by Bachchoo
I suppose if I had a trumpet I’d be tempted to blow it, though this is universally regarded as not quite in the best of taste. The trumpets of others ought to ring out on one’s behalf and their hautboys (love that spelling!) herald one’s arrival, pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise.

Misdirection

“No poison can kill poison,
Live and friend, let live.
Beware the lure of balancing
The double negative!”

From Warnings of Stale Mornings by Bachchoo
There are very many historical mistakes that won’t be corrected. The population, for instance, of the islands of the Caribbean, “pieces of dirt” in the armpit of America as my friend the Caribbean philosopher C.L.R. James labelled them, are universally known as West Indians.

The obituary I couldn’t write...

“The time is out of joint
Time to pass the joint...”

From Reams of Forgiveness er… I mean Dreams by Bachchoo
I must be excused this week for using this column to mourn a personal irreplaceable loss. The newspapers and TV channels in India have carried obituaries of Mala Sen who died on the night of May 20 in the Tata Memorial Hospital in Mumbai.

Scottish Salmond

“The sun has no significance,
The eclipse full of meaning.”

From The Boogoo Diaries
of Bachchoo
One sometimes gets the feeling that Britain is an overdeveloped democracy. The representatives of the people are kept on a tight leash and sometimes, in a libertarian fantasy, a mood induced by introspection or other substances, I feel it may be a bit too tight.

Hitler in Abbottabad

“Forced to build an infinite wall
I built a rounded well.
I wish the Chinese Emperor
Would burn and rot in hell.”

From The Stonemason’s Song
by Bachchoo

Sensation: May 2011
Hitler apprehended and killed by Israeli commandos in a compound near the English Military Academy of Sandhurst.
After 65 years of searching for him, Adolf Hitler was traced to a compound in the military stronghold of Britain and killed in a firefight with Israeli “Herod” commandos.

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I want to begin with a little story that was told to me by a leading executive at Aptech. He was exercising in a gym with a lot of younger people.

Shekhar Kapur’s Bandit Queen didn’t make the cut. Neither did Shaji Karun’s Piravi, which bagged 31 international awards.