DUHH! So, Shivani Boruah aka The Velvet Radio is out of topics. How lame! She can’t blabber about anything else and got this inconsequential topic on one of the easiest things of the lot- being a blogger! Well! As easy as it may seem, blogging is a tough job dude. Content, photography and then investing on your wardrobe, that’s a darn tough job! It definitely appears to be one of the easiest lives- “So, what do you do? Wear new and nice clothes and pose for the camera!” Nope. That ain’t all.
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.
This was the third time I collaborated with this talented photographer, Subham, to work on a monsoon visual. After multiple conversations we came to the conclusion of having an early morning shoot. These days due to frequent rain in Bangalore, early morning shoot wasn’t really possible. To add to our dismay, there exists the in availability of cabs, which is an unavoidable concern during rainy days! Location scouting has become another problem in the city and most of the times we are left with the café ‘s and the streets. Then the idea of the newly constructed football ground near my residence came to mind. But gum boots on the football ground? Well, aren’t we anyway living in a box of lies?
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.
Be it the songs of the cuckoo in the burst of daylight or the sound of the crickets on a lazy afternoon. Be it the KHULLANG ESHEI of Manipur or the BORGEET of Assam. Be it the notes of the UJUK TAPU of Arunachal Pradesh or the resonance of the colliding bamboos during the CHERAW DANCE of Mizoram. Be it the DHOL and PEPA of ASSAM or the GUITAR RIFFS at a concert in SHILLONG. MUSIC is everywhere in the Northeast. From ZIRO VALLEY to HORNBILL, Northeast India is all about music. In fact, here, music forms an integral part of the lives of the people.