Louis-Ferdinand Céline:

"Since we are nothing but packages of tepid, half-rotted viscera, we shall always have trouble with sentiment.”

W H Auden:

"But in my arms till break of day / Let the living creature lie. / Mortal, guilty, but to me/ The entirely beautiful."

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Who says there is NO money in Marathi?

I like the size of the cheque- INR 82 lacs- that is being returned to Marathi Sahitya Parishad by the people who organised "akhil bharatiya marathi sahitya sammelan" (अखिल भारतीय मराठी साहित्य संमेलन) at Pune in March 2010.

Read the news-item in Marathi here.

Marathi indeed has grown up. Just 18 more lacs and we shall have 8-digit figure.

Poor Marathi writers. Read a related post here.

To me, this Pune resembles, more and more, Ghashiram Kotwal's Pune by every passing day.


Artist: Robert Kraus, The New Yorker, December 29 1962