Showing posts with label Sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sea. Show all posts
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Dislocated Locations
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Delhi lies behind me, Mumbai lies before me... These places lie within me. A sense of detachment embellished with the enamel of attachment is what I find in my experiences...the experience of living in both these places. I am dislocated in every location. Shadows form silhouettes of the past...enchanting, entrancing, engrossing past... a memoir of memories, a diary of dreams... some met with, some that flowed away with time.
I can see the sea from my window... a cool breeze camouflages me...transporting me to a sublime world... I wonder how wonderful would Delhi be had it been an assortment of tiny islands surrounded by the sea?...just like Mumbai...
This world is a not a universe but a multi-verse...peopled with people everywhere...with regions of illumination and regions of darkness. To me people seem omnipresent...People walking on the streets, travelling in the bus, rushing across the metro stations and local train platforms... hundreds, thousands, millions of people. We know some, we are ignorant of others. We share similar dreams, different lives; Similar lives, different dreams...As I try to imagine these people a blurred image appears before me... it appears like blotches of different paints merging into one another on a naked canvas...
Where is my home then, I ask? Mumbai or Delhi? Both I believe... They both lie within me...I have a soulful bond with these places... even in my dislocation these places are firmly located within me...in my happiness, sorrows, my life... I belong here, I belong there...
Mumbai is mesmerizing, miraculous, magical; and Delhi is dynamic, delightful, dream-like.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Timeless Time
Sand-scape...In its depth is buried untouched, unredeemable time. The ocean that once existed now exists simply as the exuberant sand. T.S.Eliot was right when he said, "...that which is only living Can only die"...for me that which is dead can only relive. Don't dead poets relive in our imagination, hearts, mind and soul? Eliot himself is an example. Levi-Strauss talks about the existence of binaries...love/hate, male/female, life/death... The sea and the desert too are binaries...The deep blue kingdom has been overtaken by the regime of pale yellowness. Human life is lost in the sands of time... Coming back to the sand-scape...In the far distance lies an oasis...Proof of life's existence??Perhaps yes...For me it is a distorted past present in the present...Deep within the deep seas dwell magical creatures...Who knows, if we dig deep into the deserts, we might discover a sea of undiscovered life...
Why are tears salty? Is it because of the sea we imbibe within our souls? Everything which once was, is and will be is an ocean dissolving eternally into infinite sands of time.
