होळी पुनव
कलणारे ताल वृक्ष
चंद्राचे पूर्णबिंब
प्रकाशाच्या रजईत
बासरीचे संगीत
होळी पौर्णिमा १९७६
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27/06/2008
26/06/2008
माझी कविता
गर्भार्लेली माती
आसुसलेले उच्छ्वास
माझी कविता
स्वप्नभूमी
* * *
चैतन्याचे कोम्भ
उतालेले नाद
माझी कविता
दाही दिशा
* * *
संकेताचे गळ्फ़ास
न सुटणारे
अंधाराची कविता माझी
गोठलेली उल्केच्या
पथ्थरात
* * *
रेमीजीयस
१५-५-१९८४
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आसुसलेले उच्छ्वास
माझी कविता
स्वप्नभूमी
* * *
चैतन्याचे कोम्भ
उतालेले नाद
माझी कविता
दाही दिशा
* * *
संकेताचे गळ्फ़ास
न सुटणारे
अंधाराची कविता माझी
गोठलेली उल्केच्या
पथ्थरात
* * *
रेमीजीयस
१५-५-१९८४
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24/06/2008
रेमीची मराठी बोली : Remi’s Vernacular Tongue
रेमीची मराठी बोली
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Remi’s Vernacular Tongue
(Translation of the original - above - by the author)
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Remi’s one more blog: language is Marathi, or English, but different in Remi’s vernacular tongue.
In a family there may be 10, 5, 3 or 2 persons. Their accents and manners of talk may be, or seem to be, similar, but each one’s vernacular is independent. It’s like finger prints. It’s like out of countless leaves on a tree, each leaf has unique impression of veins on it.
That doesn’t happen with countless cars on a large parking lot though effort is made to bring variety by different colours and designs. It’s the same story with apartment blocks in cities.
But all the mud houses built in a village/s in vernacular style do not fail to enchant us by each one’s uniqueness and their variety.
That’s the fun in the natural variety.
How could the sixty years of wanderings fail to make impression on Remi’s vernacular tongue – words, meanings and sound?
A person who wanders whole his life moves on margin. But his wandering is not like a blinkered buggy horse. Or it’s not like a railway that runs on tracks. Or it’s not like aeroplanes that fly on a drawn line from one point to another. Or he has no obligation to any caste-religion-class-race.
His wandering is like honeybee’s dancing journey; her hive too moves with her. His wanderings are like an aborigine moving happily at will in the wilderness.
His wandering that started at the foothill of Western Ghats is yet to fulfil, if alive, in reaching homeland – Gondwana.
Remigius de Souza
21.06.2008
© Remigius de Souza., All rights reserves.
(Translation of the original - above - by the author)
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Remi’s one more blog: language is Marathi, or English, but different in Remi’s vernacular tongue.
In a family there may be 10, 5, 3 or 2 persons. Their accents and manners of talk may be, or seem to be, similar, but each one’s vernacular is independent. It’s like finger prints. It’s like out of countless leaves on a tree, each leaf has unique impression of veins on it.
That doesn’t happen with countless cars on a large parking lot though effort is made to bring variety by different colours and designs. It’s the same story with apartment blocks in cities.
But all the mud houses built in a village/s in vernacular style do not fail to enchant us by each one’s uniqueness and their variety.
That’s the fun in the natural variety.
How could the sixty years of wanderings fail to make impression on Remi’s vernacular tongue – words, meanings and sound?
A person who wanders whole his life moves on margin. But his wandering is not like a blinkered buggy horse. Or it’s not like a railway that runs on tracks. Or it’s not like aeroplanes that fly on a drawn line from one point to another. Or he has no obligation to any caste-religion-class-race.
His wandering is like honeybee’s dancing journey; her hive too moves with her. His wanderings are like an aborigine moving happily at will in the wilderness.
His wandering that started at the foothill of Western Ghats is yet to fulfil, if alive, in reaching homeland – Gondwana.
Remigius de Souza
21.06.2008
© Remigius de Souza., All rights reserves.
18/06/2008
Traffic jam
Traffic jam
Gasoline tanks down
Batteries down
Now What? ---
Down to Earth.
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No one saw where the rain comes from
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