Monday, October 17, 2011

The Itch

My hands are feeling it again.

The itch - my mother thinks I am about to spend more money, but only I know that they're itching to create something new.

Do I want to create a product - am not sure, I always feel scared of doing 'art work' - but then I have realized I really love it and I'm good at it.

Maybe I want to write - my mind is beginning to get flooded with ideas. Sheeeesh - that proposal is glaring at me, and bullying me into choosing that over any story-writing.

I have been re-inspired ever since I visited the People Tree Studio and went through the Dewarists episode. That line 'Because some things are just worth doing' -- has been my heart's answer to everyone who asks me why I do what I do.

I realized my problem is that my hands cannot work as fast as my brain, and every goddamned idea is so exciting that my hands feel confused - and itch to do a little of everything.

And all I end up doing is paying for a plate of Chicken Momos.

Moral of the story: Mothers are (annoyingly) always right. Itching hands = spend money.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Childhood songs

When I was a kid, my grandmother taught me a bengali song:

"Jodi tor daak shune kyeu na aashe tobe aikla cholo re..."
(If no-one beckons to your call, you might as well set off alone...)

And after all these years, it makes sense.

Okay, I miss her more now.

Friday, September 23, 2011

A Conversation. A Realization.

The boy and I usually have conversations that are funny, and some we can tag as mindless. Amidst one of these mindless conversations today, we realized something - and I don't know how that makes me feel.

When we were in schools, we studied about civilizations - the Harappan... Indus Valley..there was the time of the Mahabharata and Ramayan... the Mughal period - and a thought occurred - someday, we will be a part of these "History" lessons. They'd probably excavate some Blackberry's and try and figure what we did with them.

I wonder what language they'll use - what they would term our regional dialects - and I am not talking India - the world has some thousands of languages.

Movies like the Dark Knight might not be archived with a "forever" tag. The Taj in Mumbai will perhaps become a protected Monument ---!! The generations to come, might never know about global movements - or Google for that matter.

Perhaps this is why I have emphasized on crafts being a part of identity - maybe some Historian would be able to differentiate between an African soapstone, and Indian marble work!

And in the light of this huge realization, humans to me appear a small speck. And those things we call desire - sigh. Lets save that for another post.

I've heard a new civilization comes up every 600-650 years. I really want to live that long. #wishful thinking.

Because I am having trouble writing the last line - I will put it simply - The next civilization might never know about Harappa.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Little Prince : my sketch

I've written about the book earlier, and why it's my favorite. Read about it here.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Nutty Life.

The best part of life I think, is having a companion who wouldn't mind being up at 2 am to teach you how to sketch.

I get these ticks - to play the guitar, or to swim - and now its sketching.

My first as a part of the 30-day drawing challenge. I've taken this challenge many a times, but flunked it an equal number of times. This time however, I am determined. Its an empowering feeling - pretty much like the first time you drive on your own - to imagine something, and put it down on paper.

My First : These are a few of my favorite things.

O The Little Prince: A book every kid, every adult should read.
O Air India : Has defined my childhood. Continues to fund my travel. And I love traveling.
O Punyaat Aaple Swagat Aahe: How I wish to see this sign atleast once a year now. Pune, my favorite city in the world. Yes, I have been to a lot of cities in the world.
O Symbiosis, 501 : The classroom that has a boxful of memories. Of Teacher Walk-outs and presentations and unfinished homework.
O Dairy Milk : I am not even beginning to explain this one.
O My Laptop : The device my life has become very dependent on.
O Jo : Not just a car. Its my little kid. The one I teach how to be a bully - to bikers atleast. Sometimes it flies.
O Magnifying/Search Glass: Yes, I like to explore. To read too deep into things. Messes me up sometimes, but its me.
O 94.3 Radio One : Other stations are crappy. This one has good music, and less talkative RJs.
O Chicken : Do I need say more?
O Clothes and Either Or : This is synonymous. This store, Either Or, in Pune - its like Chicken during Lent. You really crave for the stuff they have. And only they have.
O The Ambi : a sad representation of my awesome work life : Indian arts and crafts - there's nothing more fun.
O The pencil and paper - two very good friends of mine!
O Sleep - something I love. something I test myself on. something I don't fall into easily, but when I do, you really don't poke me. Its not on. Just not on.

And yaawwnnn. Now I am calling it a day. No a night. Sad one. Thats all for now, folks :)

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Just Jilling!

There's finally a road to heaven. And a fun one at that. Jilling is located 7200 ft above sea level, in Uttaranchal.
A beautiful trek leading up to a set of 4 cottages, is completely worth it when you see the welcoming mountains and wild flowers.

The cottages: complete with a dining area, kitchen, sitting room (with a fireplace), and a very cosy bedroom - each one stacked up with books. Interesting ones ranging from R.K laxman cartoons to Nehru's India and Mythology...secrets of the Taj and what not! There's a caretaker assigned to the cottage, but you can experiment all you want in the kitchen. There's a dog too, to play with : Dhanno!
The food is very homely - just as the stay is. - Yes the caretaker will tell you interesting stories about Steve, Parvati Lall who the estate belongs to.. It would be better not to expect Mughlai/Chinese delicacies but, non-veg/veg options are abundant. Chestnuts as snacks are an altogether different high for some.

A good way to enjoy the beauty is a mini-trek up the ridge. You pass chestnut trees, a Glass house made by the British, and Tarun Tejpal's expansive property and will reach a point, where there's a huge drop if you took a step forward, and right in front are the Himalayas. The scenery has a tendency to make one feel as to how small a speck humans really are when it comes to the Creation.
The ridge is home to some brilliant Camping sites as well. So group travel is highly recommended.

The best part is the low connectivity to the outer world - there's no TV/Radio or Internet centers. An ideal getaway.

Must have's : Trek shoes, games, and maggi packs

Must leave behind: Smart phones, laptops and e-games.

Cottages are for 3400 a night inclusive of all the food. :D So yeah, heaven does not let you feel cheated.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

This is Me!!

Act II : Its been a long night.

"Who says I can't be free? From all of the things I used to be... Rewrite my history..Who says I can't be free?" - John Mayer

I think I have always lived life in phases. The phase of innocence, the phase of discovery, the phase of taking risks....the phase of doing it all. There came a phase when I realized my investment of faith and love in some people I held real close to my heart was just a farce. My childhood friend bitched about me - it hurt. It hurt to see she had a second face. She bitched about me with a friend who has known me so close and well - so it hurt more. But that's the thing about me : I have always held too many people too close, going out of the way for the world. And to finally decide that this was it - was a bit tough. Dented, not broken yet though.

I felt like running to another friend and crying - but I knew better; this wasn't a time to cry - it was a time to pick up some pieces around, and recycle them into something beautiful. Something that would be permanent - would stay. Illusion again, but then what's the harm in hoping? And I wasn't alone in picking pieces-- luckily, I never am. I had the Mouse, my very loving & caring guy, some other friends and my parents. Didn't really need anyone else.

For a day or two, I told myself I will change - not trust too much, tread careful --- but I was definitely kidding myself. The inherent nature of someone does not change. Ever. And neither can mine I suppose. I will always allow people close. Trust them, and take the risk.

The People's Project has always been my dream : only, I wasn't too clear on it. The other day I spoke to someone - and it felt bloody odd to say "its an independent project" --- but it felt good. It felt true. After two and a half years - there is clarity. We all make mistakes. Some of us learn.

I tag myself as Misunderstood. All the time. Somehow today I realize, I cannot give that tag to myself, for I know me, I know my intentions, and it does not matter what another person thinks.
I would have preferred a low-profile life, but turns out I don't get that. Too bad or too good - I don't know.

My decisions I know have some bearing on other people's life - but I feel it today : Who says I can't be free? I mean yes, I can move on to a new chapter of life with a blink of an eye, and nobody dared challenged that.

I am free today - from all the things expected of me, by anyone. Free from the responsibilities I had towards people. Free from the labels attached. Free from the attachments itself. Free from dialogue. Free. Just free. This blog is an example. I am perhaps not expected to write what I am in this post because I am expected to write fun, crazy, arty stuff. Who says that again? And I feel so happy that I can fly :)

These are just little pieces of experience, that someday I will tell my grandkids. After all, like Mr. Roberts said in the famous Shantaram : If Life didn't make you laugh, you just didn't get the joke!

Walking against the wind has never been so much fun
Than today, when the time you know that there's no destination to the journey.
There's a lot of love around, and I will pick it up as I go
Towards the place where love is all you need
Towards the being you want to be.

The night has been long. But the day is going to last longer.