Wednesday, September 29, 2021

"The Elite Charade of Changing the World"

Congratulations, ma'am. Apple will donate a part of the funds to support HIV/AIDS programs in Africa.


Really? Where in Africa?


Umm.... Africa, you know!


I know Africa. It is a continent. It has many countries. Where exactly in Africa?


Ma'am, you must read this brochure.


She hands me a brochure and tries fading into the background quickly. A line in that brochure catches the eye. Something like, "This booklet is printed in China."


It reminds me of the book I am currently reading. “Winners Take All: The Elite Charade of Changing the World” by Anand Giridharadas.

 

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Wednesday, September 01, 2021

Birthday tales

Birthdays and birthday conversations are interesting. I usually call my mother once I wake up on my birthday so that she can wish me. Usually, what follows is an in-depth account of the circumstances under which I was born. I have heard it so many times that I can repeat it verbatim now. How it always rains in Shrabon mash (my birthday month coinciding with the monsoons). How the day before I was born, my mother started complaining of minor discomfort (possibly she was about to go into labor). On hearing this, my grandfather immediately left for the fish market to buy the choicest Ilish maach (Hilsa fish). After a multi-course lunch of fish and patha’r mangsho (goat meat) and what not, my mother yawned and told my grandma, “I am going to take a nap now, please wake me up if I go into labor!” Apparently, she was so naïve that she thought that she might birth me in her sleep.

 

I have heard this story so many times now. And also the story about how my father went missing in action when I was born because he got Joy Bangla (conjunctivitis) and had to be quarantined. And there are other stories as well, mostly revolving around what they ate once they were home with me, and how the physician mistook my grandma for my mother because my grandma was holding me and the nurse started rubbing her arm with alcohol to give her a shot. Every morning of my birthday, I lip sync as my mother recounts the same stories while she continues to argue that my birthday should be celebrated as her birthday (the birth of a mother).

 

This year was special. I managed to include grandma too in our conference call. My mother and grandma recounted the same stories again. And the special part? They did some simple arithmetic and figured out that when grandma was my current age, she became a grandma. “আর  একে দেখো।  হাফ-প্যান্ট পরে বাচ্চা সেজে ঘুরে বেড়াচ্ছে।” – “And look at her? Prancing around in half-pants, dressed like a juvenile!” they observed.

 

How elated I was to learn that! 

 

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