It was a Thursday evening. I just got home from work, another rainy day has passed. I checked the places to visit in Delhi, AGAIN. The song “THE ODYSSEY” was playing on my new phone. The thoughts of Delhi being insecure and how one of my cousins had bad experiences in the capital thronged my head. Even when I didn’t want to think about it, the pictures of NIRBHAYA! When I was in school, my cousin always used to tell me his experiences in Delhi and I never really thought I would want to go there. It was never the destination for education or career. But the lanes of Delhi- 6, the poems about Delhi by Zubair Rizvi and Ghalib, the street food, the culture, the historic forts and the infrastructure from the Pre- Independence Era. The beauty of the places as seen in the works of the great photo journo Scott Schuman or Manou. One week, that’s it! Bang! Tickets done.
Recently, I figured out something new about myself. I realized that unknowingly, I collect sunsets. This might be due to the fact that waking up to a beautiful sunrise and grabbing the morning cup of green tea isn’t practical anymore. I also realized that I always try to reach office as early as possible although my timings are flexible and I can afford to wake up late- unknowingly though, I like to reach home early so as to enjoy the setting sun with my little pooch! But due to heightened traffic conditions these days, I only get to see the warm colors of the setting sun while I am in the cab on my way back home. Why is it that our eyes get glued to the radiating hues of the sunset and we get transported to an enchanted universe?
Back as a kid, there was this art gallery that we used to go to when kins used to visit us. You know, those tourist guide sessions! I could never really comprehend some of the paintings. And I remember trying hard to decode them during the night! It always amazed me how deep an artist’s mind can dive into. How deep can a human mind think of. I have always believed that one’s mind can reach the void- where nothing else can ever be present. Isn’t it beautiful how limitless one can be and one can think of. Coming to digital art, I follow a couple of digital artists including Michael Oswald who transforms real women into crazy illusions. Photoshop art aka digital art is truly a new rage.
With mud between her fingers, the girl hummed away
Tall heights and war wounds
Never imagined a pink bedroom full of barbie dolls
In the scorching sun with messy hair, the girl hummed away
Baby sat bees and lizards
Never attempted to walk in mommy’s high heels
JUNE 2017. I was home for the longest span of time in 4 years. Explored many things. About people, a few places and myself. One thing I realized (about myself) was the vision that I have with respect to my blog. Where does it stand now and where do I want it to stand in the days to come. Whether I am able to live up to the marks or not, I have always believed in having a vision in whatever I do. Many things took place. Some good and a bunch of bad! Actually, the latter outshadowed the former.
NO ROOM FOR THE BLUES.
Basically I knew what I wanted to write in this post but just that after having a look at SMALLTOWNBLOGGER ‘s stories the night before, my decision grew stronger. I was being a little skeptical in the beginning as it is going to be a dark one. DARKER for a handful few. With this post, I want to declare that I AM BACK! Not to anyone but myself. My inner self with whom I have been struggling with for some time. For quiet some time. Shall we say hello, BLUES?
I missed the smell of BAAH GAAZ ( BAMBOO SHOOT) and the taste of MASOR TENGA ( TANGY FISH CURRY). The joy of waking up to the songs of cuckoo and the wind acting like a set of ten thousand needles piercing your skin. Evening strolls to the favourite momo shop by the corner and weekends at the ice cream parlor. The gossips during the lunch break and rushing for the tuitions after school. The sweaty city bus rides and the queues at the SINGRA ( SAMOSA) stall. The tall mountains and the greens. How I missed you my beautiful place! I can never get enough of you!
Time and again, whenever I and a few girlfriends of mine discuss about the issues on gender equality, have we not discussed about our personal incidents. The stereotypical society that we grew up in has always curtailed upon us from developing many skill sets. Many goals which we could have achieved. Many dreams which still lie buried deep inside our hearts.
It’s been sometime. Sometime since I took up my pen and the paper to figure out the sequence of a post. In fact, to plan a new one. Personal things can damage your work life you see. But certain personal things are unavoidable. They are like that puzzle which you have always been trying hard to solve but to no avail! Like that of the quagmire, which, no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out of it, you keep going inside it.
Deep into it.