This isn't a post-5

"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.", said one of my all time favourite poets Sylvia Plath.
But this interaction with people that we have not in their voices, or with their faces but only with their online personas is this really conversation? will human interaction eventually squeeze into screens?

Truth and lies
hide and seek
black and white

What color is money? some say green. I say money is colorless yet it can color your vision and perception.

what is madness? walking like a herd with the majority and what is madness asking questions? breaking away?

Black sheep

But isn't being different rare? isn't rare good or is it the odd one out?


 

SENDING LOVE TO SOME BLURRED NAMES & BEDIMMED FACES

• A grey-haired caretaker lady from nursery school who walked in a wobbly manner
• A lanky classmate in a pre-primary classroom who always had the yummiest tiffin
• The only pet I ever had- Jackie, who was not just a German Shepherd but was my first ever best friend.
• Many childhood friends from our old neighbourhood with whom I played hopscotch, hide and seek, snow games.
• The bespectacled librarian in the library beside the church who would sit on her desk in the mild winter sun and always have a reading recommendation for me.
• The blind beggar who would play Pahari tunes in his flute in the market when we went for evening strolls
• The junior doctor who would talk to me about Shakespeare as she changed the dressing everyday on a painful surgery scar.
• A friend, fellow researcher and a wonderful person who chose to break all ties with me on quite a bitter note. Hope she knows I still wish her well.
• So many of my wonderful students whose notes and gestures of kindness were always in excess of any of my talents or efforts.
• Some extremely learned colleagues, seniors and bosses who were open to learning and sharing their experiences and knowledge.

LIFE let me be grateful always no matter what !!

This isn't a post - 4 THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SERIES

Triumphs and tribulations are the same situations in different lights. sometimes we relish a moment and at others we just wait for it to pass but there is no escape from this passing. This non-permanent is the only permanent thing about life.

In the rush to reach destinations the fun of the journey is lost. Like horses with blinkers we keep looking at how it will be ten years from now, missing this moment completely. Everyday living takes its toll on life and most of us grow only in years while our souls keep shrinking in the prisons of what ifs.

Sometimes the loss is irreparable but there is no need to keep trying to fill the void. Everything is not for us to make right, to change or amend. Expert opinions are also opinions, some situations should be allowed to be untouched by analysis.

If Eliot was born in Delhi or Manto in NewYork would they still be the same? Would The Love song of Alfred J Prufrock become The Love Song of Anand Janardhan Puri? Would it make any difference?

Each moment is the slave of its context and each context of its perception and we the biggest slaves of everything because freedom is scary, because operating without set instructions is risky.