Kolis , Fish and Mumbai

Fishing and men have an historic relationship. Fishing is one of the oldest hereditary occupations. Be it sea, be it a river or a pond- fishing for food, fishing for fun, fishing for trade, fishing has always been there. The fishing villages, fishing countries have a fabulous history.

India , with her long coastal peninsula and mighty rivers like the Ganga, Narmada, Godavari has a wide variety of fishing zones. Mumbai- originally a cluster of seven islands , later reclaimed, was a fishing heaven. It’s earliest inhabitants have been the people of the fishing community – the ‘ Kolis ‘.

The ‘ Kolis ‘ are famous for their fish , food, dance, songs, flamboyance , jewellery,  koyta ( a weapon, a type of question mark shaped cutting and chopping knife) and courage. They wear colorful dresses , jewellery and sing some melodious songs too. Their songs are known as ‘ Koli Geetay ‘ . Many music companies have recorded these renditions and  some of them are popular even amongst the people who don’t understand their language…Their dance form known as ‘ Koli Nrutya ‘ (‘ Koli Dance ‘) is a vivacious, fast dance form. They revere the sea a lot. They celebrate ‘ Narali Purnima'(a festival ) by offering coconut to the sea. It is a day of thanking the sea.

The men fish ,while the women of the community are the ones who sell the fish and other sea food in the marketplace. Traditionally, this has been followed for ages. Now, people from their community are seeking education in many fields and venturing into many different professions.

Now, Mumbai is a melting pot of cultures.But a vivacious Koli family will always have a significant historic place in the cultural canvas of the city -Mumbai.

Being a vegetarian, I don’t eat fish. But I have always loved and respected the courage of the fishermen . They risk their lives for every fishing trip…

Now, a few verses for the fish eaters and lovers:

It is a blessing :

To enjoy an afternoon siesta in the shady lawns

After having a delicious dish of prawns…

To make the taste buds feel great

After eating the very dear pomfret…

To hold and grab

The plate of crab…

To forget the studious semester

And feast on the lovely lobster….

True,

It is a blessing to Eat Fish…

Fishing

Kolis , Fish and Mumbai

Memories -My treasure forever, for sure….

A treasure is a collection of valuable, precious objects, events, occasions, values. It can be intangible as well. Memories is one such intangible treasure, which can be a wonderful treasure. As long as a person is alive, the memories will be with him.

A few verses:

They may seize my house,

But not my hands which made it a ‘home’….

They may snatch my jewellery,

But not my smiles and joys, I enjoyed basking in their glory…..

They may misappropriate cash,

But, they can’t deny it without batting an eyelash…

They may take away the person I love,

But they can’t love him the way I love….

They may destroy all the symbols of my cherished memories,

But they can’t destroy the memories in my mind….

People, places, seasons, styles may change and/or leave. Memories are for life…So, memories are my treasure forever, for sure …..

Treasure

Memories -My treasure forever, for sure….

When she vanished….

There she is….

She uses her tongue to spit venom,

She uses her eyes to destroy decorum

There she is….

She uses her ears to hear nonsense,

She uses her nose to unearth the ‘intense’….

There she is…..

She uses her touch to create fear,

She uses her sixth sense to vanish anything dear….

There she is….

A woman who finds pleasure in belittling others,

A woman who sheds ‘crocodile tears ‘….

There she is….

A woman who fires her taunts,

A woman who uses them as flaunts…..

There she is….

A woman who tarnishes her victim’s image,

A woman who echoes sadistic pleasure at every stage…..

Finally,

Here she is…..

The victim gathers courage,

She sets herself free from the torture cage……

The victim banishes HER….

From her life,

The victim also vanishes from that woman’s life…..

She is happy and relieved,

She is glad to have relived

The missed moments of life….

Time will heal her emotional blemishes,

Work and duties will absorb and act as varnishes….

Else where…

Vanish

When she vanished….

That which is Unfinished….

That which is

Unfinished ,

Unfulfilled,

Undisturbed,

Undeterred…..

 

That which is

Created,

Constructed,

Concluded,

Completed…..

 

That which is

Aspired,

Adored,

Admired

Appreciated….

 

That which is

Remembered,

Recollected,

Recorded,

Remixed….

That which is

UNFINISHED…..

Keeps the world going,

Keeps the seeds of aim sowing……!!!

Unfinished

That which is Unfinished….

Stylish Numero Unos

Style is unique to every person. It differs from person to person. It is relative. Simplicity is a style for some. For others, following fashion and what is in vogue is a style statement.

Very often, a person who is a success in any field is a style creator.

I have listed some aspects which are stylish for me .i.e. What I find stylish :

* Simplicity

* Elegance

* Neatness

* Ingenuity

* Smartness

* White colour

* Melodious Music and Songs

* Beautiful Cursive Handwriting

* Falooda

* Blue lights

 

A few lines of poetry:

 

She was  born stylish,

For fashion , she had a fetish….

 

Her sister was elegant,

She participated in a beauty pageant….

 

Her sister won the contest,

She had to be the best….

 

Her guide was her sister,

She was a stylish fashion twister!!!!

 

Stylish

Stylish Numero Unos