Waiting for the Barbarians


 Waiting For The Barbarians

Came across this seemingly contemporary but 1904 poem by a Greek poet Cavafy : Not difficult to figure out contemporary parallels : particularly on a night of frantic political events & non-events triggered by a certain chieftain from the East .

-What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?

The barbarians are due here today.

-Why isn’t anything going on in the senate? Why are the senators sitting there without legislating?

Because the barbarians are coming today. What’s the point of senators making laws now? Once the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating.

-Why don’t our distinguished orators turn up as usual to make their speeches, say what they have to say?

Because the barbarians are coming today and they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking.

-Why this sudden bewilderment, this confusion? (How serious people’s faces have become.) Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly, everyone going home lost in thought?

Because night has fallen and the barbarians haven’t come. Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians? Those people were a kind of solution.

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PECCAVI & Sindh


Etymologically : “Peccavi” ( Latin : Feeling of Guilt : Literally : ” I have sinned ” )

Last night was the blog on the Cherokee chant “KA-NU-GA”  & its possible link to the Kanuga ancestry

Let’s now shift focus to the other part of “SINDHI KANUGA” : namely Sindh

10 minutes off the M40 in Oxfordshire is an elegant pub unusually called “THE Sir Charles Napier” , named after an illustrious son of a village thereabouts , who , as a Major General in the British Indian Army  was deployed in 1842 to the province of Sindh ( phonetically spelt “SIND” in the British lexicon ) to quell an insurrection of Sindh’s  Muslim rulers. Following victory in a gruesome Battle in Hyderabad Sindh against the Sindhi General Hoshu Sheedi ( literally translated : Hoshu the Black ) Sir Charles successfully annexed the province of Sindh to the then British bastion Bombay Presidency . Legend has it that Sir Charles Napier , then 60 , was so overcome by remorse at the barbarity in the battle of Hyderabad that his cabled despatch to the British Monarch Queen Victoria contained only one word : you guessed right : “PECCAVI” : decrypted by the Court clerk correctly as ” I HAVE SINNED ” & at the same time gleefully heard & understood by Her Majesty as ” I HAVE ( province ) SIND” ( Don’t we all often hear what we want to hear & etymology be d****d !!

Cheers & GN & be good till the next post tomorrow.

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Sindhi Kanuga


Hi ,

My 2nd post & I intend to make this a bed time habit each night .

I am a Sindhi with a seemingly non-Sindhi surname : most Sindhi surnames end with ” —- ani ” ( viz : Mirchandani / Hiranandani / Ramchandani etc ) . The name ‘Kanuga” is often mistaken to be an Odiya name but bears no relationship with the Odiya Kanungo ( viz : Nityanand Kanungo ” ) .

My late father often gave me what I knew even as a kid,  to be figments of his imagination , several seemingly plausible explanations whenever I asked him why we were Kanuga & not Kanugani , as a true Sindhi ought to have been . His favourite was the one about a modern day corruption of the title “Kanoon Goyaan ” conferred on one of our ancestors : RIP : by a Mughal emperor in recognition of his amazing  command over then prevailing laws of the land : I wonder where Ram Jethmalani’s ancestors were at that time !! Probably sipping a good Single Malt in Scotland.

But let me not digress & get down to a seriously focussed narration of the results of extensive research .

First , the name Kanuga . A certain search engine transported me to a place in , hold your breath , the United States of America. This place has a huge estate called the Kanuga Estate , has a High Street called Kanuga Street ( much like the MG road in most Indian cities )  , & has a Kanuga Convention Centre where the Rich & Famous ( that rules out most Kanugas I know : some are rich but not famous while others vice versa ) get together to solve all  world problems by asserting that there are in fact no problems to be solved : understandable when you are Rich & Famous !! ( In another environment they could easily pass off as “Yojna Nigam Upadhyaksh” :  yes ; the very same who designed the world’s most expensive Toilet & removed poverty by redefining it. A couple of centuries in the rewind mode introduces us to a good hearted American who bought vast tracts of American Indian real estate ( the Red Indians : just in case you thought NRIs & PIOs existed even then ) & did not quite know what to do with the estate when he was precariously old. That is when he came across an early morning ritual followed by the Native Indians who worked on his estate. They , so the search engine tells us , would gather in a circle & chant ” Ka-nu-ga  : Ka-nu-ga ” several  times to invoke Divinity in a rising crescendo , till Sunrise ( late Sunrises must have meant prolonged chanting of the Ka-Nu-Ga Mantra !! ) Ka-Nu-Ga _ The Cherokee invocation. ( the invocation in Cherokee script is made up of three symbols :  rather like our very own A-U-M : which look like @-a computer screen : & a $ sign.  That inspired our precariously old Estate owner to call his estate the Kanuga Estate , to host Convention Centres & Training Institutes for Rich & Famous seeking spiritual upliftment. Who knows , may be one of my ancestors went to US on a tourist visa , fell in love with a Cherokee babe , & raised the first Ka-Nu-Ga family in the world before getting deported back home !! A possibility my late Dad would have loved to let his imagination go berserk on !!

Cheers for now , & I will post a blog on Sindh tomorrow ( I was born post patition , in India & have never been to Sindh : however the aforementioned engine of search can in fact take you o places a travelk itinery simply would not reach.

Have a Good Night

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A Hard Day’s Night


It’s been a Hard Day”s night : but I won’t be sleeping like a log : ‘cos I’ve miles to go before I sleep : wow !! I am beginiing to get a hang of this. For maximum inanity ,  mix a bit of Frost with a bit of Beatles & you have a heady cocktail : hic !!

Started the day with placing of day’s trading calls , & a visit to neighbourhood  photo studio for pp photo for US visa : ” take off your specs & do not smile ” said the seemingly “with it” photographer. Gave my best frown possible for the powers that be : the man seemed impressed. Also ordered a few with Specs & Smile intact for Schengen : they don’t seem to find smiling objectionable .

A whistle stop at the factory an hour away : all machines running & all hands on deck . Speaks well for my effective team building skills. Have installed spy cameras in the factory : will be operational soon : can then look-in on my lap top & smile with pride.

Another hour down the highway : ( 90 minutes today because of ” Palki” the annual 15-day walk pilgrims undertake to Pandharpur ) : to someone who does not believe in paying bills . A 2-hour “vigil” & he coughed up substantially. Learnt this “noble” art in my bad days , from collection agents deployed by Stanchart & Citi for my then Credit Card dues : in a complete turn around , btw , I credit my credit card these days after each transaction even before they recieve the transaction debit. Good habit , what !!

Back to factory to address a “situation” : men fighting like school kids even at > 40. So much for my team-building credentials.

Wanted to watch a movie : ended up watching a slanging match between the MoS PMO ( ugh !! ) Shazia of Team A ( shrill !! ) & Kiran Bedi ( beats even me in inanities )

Looked up my trading platform. All calls booked early morning have gone well : ahem !!

Must cook my by-now ritualistic mid-night supper to accompaniment of loud music ( gave up being nice & considerate to neighbours years ago : but that’s another story I would rather not go into right now ) & then get down to cleaning up my mail box ” miles indeed to go before I sleep ”

Chiao & Cheers

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