Missed Call
Emotions not conveyed on a wire, find their vent elsewhere. And in a way, they accidently attain immortality. Aamir Khan, Medha Patkar and NBA managed to electrify the nation into action. The dead and gone NBA was resurrected back to life. I salute them. No, my blog isn’t about taking sides. It isn’t about NBA versus the dam. It is about believing in the ‘rightness’ of an issue and then, un-flinchingly following it through. This seemingly simple enough courage seems to have become very rare in today’s day and age. And it is this moral fight that I salute!! It gives me hope. Issues bigger than us, bigger than our 24X7 routine will probably still not go unnoticed and ‘causes’ and ‘revolutions’ as a concept will not go out of vogue. Life will still have a reason beyond the ‘I’.
Rang De Basanti, Swades, God of Small Things, the morning ragas, Mirza Ghalib, Lakshya, the Ganga at Shivpuri, the sunset at the camel back road of Mussoorie, rain on a Saturday evening, ‘Asto Ma Sat Gamaya’ every morning in school, ‘Jana Gana Mana’ before every show at the theatres, the temple in Anushakti Nagar, the pond at Shela, the photo of me holding Angad in my arms and smiling at the skies, the OT elevator closing its doors on us, a dead crow on the rooftop – all these and many many more are the collage take out of a lifetime that you revisit and interpret differently at all points in time. These pictures make you realize that insignificance of me and the hugeness of emotions! These, in a way, form my palette of causes, causes that I would never want to give up on. Wouldn’t want to trade my interpretations of these for anything in the world. And I will take on all for them.