The wait

Day and night I wait for the arrival of someone 

It fell in torrents.

By the window side...drenched  in the  rain - an afternoon in  Kolkata

      " Deliverance  is not for me in renunciation.
I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various
colours and fragrance,filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My words will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame
and place them before the altar of thy temple.
No, I will never shut the doors of my senses.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into illuminations of joy,
and all my desires will ripen into fruits of love"
                                                                          - Tagore

By loom

  58-B Hindusthan Park, Kolkata, is possibly one of the most artistically crafted handloom stores in the country. It stole my heart at the very first  sight and almost drove me mad before   the pujas. Hard to remember how many times i have visited it or simply ogled while taking a walk in the evening...Like all other stores,it is not meant to be captured. And with this one unjust 'click' came the warning from the guardian of the princess. Oh, yes I must add, though pretty chagrined by my secret act,...if your eyes have never  met her's...you will probably never know what on earth is a true doe- eyed  beauty!. Welcome to the city of joy  :)

     

For the seagull who wanted to fly

Monica Dogra as Shai  in Dhobi Ghat

Recurring   grim memories, broken thoughts, unsolved misunderstanding were engulfing my mind for quite some time. Then the sudden idea of indulging oneself into watching movies struck..…and   this time it was “Dhobi Ghat”.

After many many years ,could actually see myself, the  unbound inner spirit in the protagonist-  'Shai' . The initial training to be a banker (read economics ) , the relentless love for arts, amateur photography (ok , I will own a slr someday) , light cotton clothes, silver jewellery ,  red wine,…and most importantly  the chaos and the humdrum , the mess and  the  melange, the innocence and the simplicity, the filth and the dirt, the pain and the laughter, the ebullience and the charm,the humility and the compassion,the keenness and the empathy,the poise and the elegance,the joy and excitement,the sensitivity ,the mad passion and the grave enchantment ,the tears and the numbness,  the nuanced tactility and the oneness ,the emotions and the hidden dreams, the acceptance and the peace,…the underbelly and the upper crust  (by the way, who divides and defines?)  all spun into one ….life as I love to see, almost seen through another inner eye. In fact  enacted if not  lived by another  life.

(PS: the composition, not the picture is mine.
At the end  I  do wonder is it  only Shai or is it  the writer and director- Kiran's soul that enthralls me and speaks my heart.Nevertheless a more visceral tribute to a city, i haven't come across)

Scattered * Twinkles *

Small Town

                                             " Sarala and Tarala  are married
                                                              Both have cars" (!)

Idleness