MC²

Saturday, June 6, 2020

Ghost Fish

I learnt to make the ghostly fish in GIMP.

Dog or God!

No vehicle passed by that street. And no street light was on. Savita was walking in the dark.

"Oh! Isn't this the street where Ranjini was murdered? ” She thought.

She trembled with fear, as she heard the footsteps.

“My God I should have stayed at the railway station.”

Her heart beat increased as the footsteps increased.

“Oh God! Uncle promised he would personally pick me up. Goal……."

She was horrified as the footsteps got quicker. Suddenly the barking of a dog was heard.

"Ha! The footsteps seem to fade away. ”

Barking became louder. She was frightened, when the dog jumped on her.

“Help! Help! ” She screamed.

But to her surprise the dog was friendly. Street lights came on. She was staring into the dog's eyes.

“Now I remember you, Jimmy. You have grown a lot. ”

She was filled with gratitude for Jimmy's presence and whispered, “Thank you god.”

The last of its kind.

The last of its kind.

(I have written the lyrics from the point of view of a person who has never seen a tree, clean water and animals. He longs to see them, but they are no more.)

Walking down the road

I am looking for a tree

Where is the tree?(2)

I am asking you, you and you all.

Where is the tree?(2)

It's no more here

We have fallen it

Oh! No (2)

What's the matter?

It was the last of its kind.

Rowing down the river

I am looking for a clean water

Where is the water? (2)

I am asking you, you and you all.

Where is the water?(2)

It's right here

We have turned it black

Oh! No(2)

What's the matter?

It was the last of its kind.

Running down the hill

I am looking for an animal

Where is it?(2)

I am asking you, you and you all.

Where is it?(2)

It is no more

We have killed it

Oh! No(2)

What's the matter?

It was the last of its kind.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

My first day in Paris began with a meal, during which I was asked in French, "ça va ta goût?" I was surprised. Yet I responded saying, "ça va." But I continued wondering why did they ask me about my 'goût'(In Konkani 'goût' means 'human excretion.') Later, I learnt that 'goût' means 'taste' in French. Finally, I understood that they were asking about the taste of the food. Hence by exploring the taste for the French cuisine, I began my initial days of life in France.

Whenever I thought of doing something for the first time I experienced a rush of fear and anxiety within me. But when I did it, I was always filled with excitement. This was my experience when I came to Paris for the first time. The excitement of learning a new language and new culture had pushed me through the initial fear of uncertainty. As the time progressed, I have discovered Paris as a city of opportunity and openness. I had plenty of opportunities to learn something new like swimming, roller skating, ice skating, baking cake etc. Each day in Paris is filled with opportunities especially for students like me. After being in Paris for ten months my mind has opened up to different cultures of the world. I have made new friends from different countries like china, Korea, Japan, Italy, America etc.

In last few months, I had many first-time experiences. For the first time in my life, I was exposed to a temperature close to zero degrees celsius. Even though I struggled with it for few months it made me stronger. I have seen, held and played with snow for the first time. Thus enjoying the gentleness of nature during its roughest season.

There were many occasions to meet and listen to the refugees, who have survived the journey across the sea and the mountains. There are many refugees in France who are waiting to get a french passport. Most of them are youth, who want to have a new life in France. Especially those, who were exiled from their country because of their stand for justice. Their journey through life is inspiring and touching.

As a Jesuit, I live in an international Jesuit community named Blomet. It is in this community that I could take my initial steps in French language and culture. In spite of initial resistance to the strangeness of the new language and culture, the love and encouragement of the community have filled me with admiration for the uniqueness that they possess.

After having lived 3 years in Paris I feel that I have learned a lot from this city of light. Apart from the French language and the Philosophy, I have learned to love myself and others as we are. One thing that rings in my mind as I continue to cherish my days in France is what the French always say to me, "Amusez-vous bien."