With just the moonlight illuminating the surroundings its at least soothing to the eyes, if for a change that is. Sometimes it takes an imposed pause to think about stuff in general that has more-or-less the same effect as perhaps meditation of sorts. Rather, what else it actually is.
An abstract opening like this should herald metaphysical musings but we had had other plans for quite some time now :)
Like darts shooting haywire, fleeting ideas come-n-go.. Once instant i am walking & somehow inhale smell of flowers. In the darkness i can't c any flower whatsoever to whom i could ascribe it to. As i further walk along the road, getting into the tendency of inhaling deep & try to discern, it smells similar to that of Tyre being burnt. Instant repugnance wasn't the reflex response...somewhat to my surprise...may be it was faint, may be cos more overpowering was it a reminder of such things of 'past'...
Then after awhile as i take break from continuous stroll to feel the grass underneath my feet, which again was after a long time & thus usurped the realization of it re-occurrence after quite a long interval. It was queer to think how somebody could explain another as to how it felt like walking on a moist grass in moonlight would be like...trivia doesn't sound so easy to me!
It was interesting to watch how dark the mango leaves looked compared to others in moonlight. Even during daytime, while brushing teeth in the courtyard as i glance over the heap of dried leaves, i notice the difference amongst the yellow mass. Some are almost amber red, some have just the central vein green,...perhaps each having an entity of its own, in its own right. A somewhat green twig amongst that mass feels so out of place, a pre-mature outcast, fallen from grace quite before it was destined to...somehow renders a gloomy feeling to the setting.
Oh yes, i do see shadows having forms similar to mine, walking the terrace or the doorway at time. At times, they are looking at me too, i feel. But further it doesn't raise any curiosity within & thus, i get my focus back to what my mind finds more 'animated'.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
29 Sep '09
Without much hue-n-cry as to how long it has been since i last visited d blogsphere since the content matter entails reference to another similar long-overdued visit...
Have returned to my hometown after about 8-10 months(yeah, lost d count!) Mostly pleasant changes...relativly speakin, ofcors.
Though, I have had dust allergy for about 2 days, i found d roads in much better shape herein. Weather is gud, perhaps more to do with d festive season.
The topography of my kichen-garden(well, a lot larger than it usually connotes)has groomed into more natural 'disarray' which looks quite nice. The mango tree starts to look like a tree now, earlier it was an aspiring though promising candidate. Another, forms a canopy just at d main entrance. Papaya trees have sprung up. One inside the courtyard itself, surrounded at bottom by tulsi. The courtyard now offers shade of neem tree even in broad daylight. Its thicker now n it feels wonderful to lie underneath even during noon since the situation of power-cuts hasn't improved much.
Its Dussera today. Many relatives n friends dropped in, surprisingly. Some reminded of childhood memories of us having a nuthg-les-than-royal view of a popular field whr Ravan was burnt. How I wished I cud go thr once again, jst to remind myself than those memories actually happened!
Last visit was from one of muh-bole-bhaiyya(Past Landlords' son who is more than a family since like evr) visited with 2 of his kids n two of his tenants(yes, still its a small town with old 'values' usurping mysteriously). When i held his about-n-year old son, it felt strangely good. How small, tender he was! Somehow since nuclear families r breaking into more focused households r we not losing such pleasure. Thinking of it, its like a void of a particular generation. Comes as no surprise when earlier in the day, a relative of mine was so spell bound c'in gushing water in Manali. Also, in the morning when i was brushing beneath the neem try it felt so amazing to watch how water drenched the soil. It was soil, i hadnt looked properly since i dont kno when!
As is usual, it takes a couple of days to get 'conditioned' to home, again...get along freely to be able to have a meaningful conversation with ppl we have left behind in lives.
Yes, it is no longer same w/o many things changed, even for better. Almost all frenz hav moved. I din have like a time-of-my-life with them but yes my idea of home isnt complete w/o them. The colony looks more organised with new brick fences but alas! I cudnt even steal a glimse of pani-ki-tanki(water tank) where we used to play cos of aforementioned ornaments. No familiar faces, no familiar trees(jamun wala :).But yes, it more sophisticated, hygenic, secure neighbourhood. ......So say many.
Have returned to my hometown after about 8-10 months(yeah, lost d count!) Mostly pleasant changes...relativly speakin, ofcors.
Though, I have had dust allergy for about 2 days, i found d roads in much better shape herein. Weather is gud, perhaps more to do with d festive season.
The topography of my kichen-garden(well, a lot larger than it usually connotes)has groomed into more natural 'disarray' which looks quite nice. The mango tree starts to look like a tree now, earlier it was an aspiring though promising candidate. Another, forms a canopy just at d main entrance. Papaya trees have sprung up. One inside the courtyard itself, surrounded at bottom by tulsi. The courtyard now offers shade of neem tree even in broad daylight. Its thicker now n it feels wonderful to lie underneath even during noon since the situation of power-cuts hasn't improved much.
Its Dussera today. Many relatives n friends dropped in, surprisingly. Some reminded of childhood memories of us having a nuthg-les-than-royal view of a popular field whr Ravan was burnt. How I wished I cud go thr once again, jst to remind myself than those memories actually happened!
Last visit was from one of muh-bole-bhaiyya(Past Landlords' son who is more than a family since like evr) visited with 2 of his kids n two of his tenants(yes, still its a small town with old 'values' usurping mysteriously). When i held his about-n-year old son, it felt strangely good. How small, tender he was! Somehow since nuclear families r breaking into more focused households r we not losing such pleasure. Thinking of it, its like a void of a particular generation. Comes as no surprise when earlier in the day, a relative of mine was so spell bound c'in gushing water in Manali. Also, in the morning when i was brushing beneath the neem try it felt so amazing to watch how water drenched the soil. It was soil, i hadnt looked properly since i dont kno when!
As is usual, it takes a couple of days to get 'conditioned' to home, again...get along freely to be able to have a meaningful conversation with ppl we have left behind in lives.
Yes, it is no longer same w/o many things changed, even for better. Almost all frenz hav moved. I din have like a time-of-my-life with them but yes my idea of home isnt complete w/o them. The colony looks more organised with new brick fences but alas! I cudnt even steal a glimse of pani-ki-tanki(water tank) where we used to play cos of aforementioned ornaments. No familiar faces, no familiar trees(jamun wala :).But yes, it more sophisticated, hygenic, secure neighbourhood. ......So say many.
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