Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
After spending nearly four years here, I think I have figured the city out. It took a painfully long time, but here is the verdict which is a solo word- “Contradictory”. Delhi is a twisted concoction of contradictions. A city built over another, time and again. The vestiges of the past live on, albeit on the sidelines. I never get the opportunity to pop my head around to watch the sidelines while driving to work. But a twisted ankle means princess treatment and translates into being driven to work. As soon as we hit the airport flyover on our way to Gurgaon, I saw the rot below the flyover. The shambling buildings, the resigned-to-fate roofs, and the indolent muck everywhere... And we were on the modern giant cement snake, snaking its way to the brand new city. The sidelines are like the small town India, most people don’t care to know about it. Most city dwellers don’t know about it. We trudge on each day, carried in our mini transporters to the zoo of caged workers typing away the black into the white and cribbing on a daily basis. The zoo keeper has not fed us enough, the zoo management does not treat us well, we feed their mouths- who will feed ours?! The banalities of life have taken over again. Time to break the curse and be free again...
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Coffee stains, a white mug, leftover sugar and a cookie. We enjoy our moments and then put them away in dusty corners for storage. We never take them out, dust them and re-use them. We need to... Like the empty coffee mug, enjoy the coffee and re-use it to fill it up with more of something, later. I am re-cycling a wish today. I have been walking the grass with my eyes closed, don’t know where I am headed. I need to look for my path, the path that will lead to where my heart belongs... I know where my heart belongs. How splendidly blessed I am to know where it belongs, unlike people who spend half their lives searching within themselves for the feeling of belonging and spend their other half trying to achieve it. I have known since I was 17 where I wanted to go, I have spent 11 years walking in circles... it is time to walk to the road less travelled... winding and full of thorns, but promising as hell- the promise of fulfillment.