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Sunday, 15 November 2009
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30X30: Woman in Love
As I watch her, I remember the song by Barbra Streisand, 'Woman in Love.' She is draped in a beautiful black burka, her eyes standing out like moons in a night sky. Her fingers reach for her cellphone; she is checking the time. You can tell, she is waiting for time to go by. As she nears her destination, her fingers reach out for a mirror in her purse. She checks her make-up. Little hands dab sweet-smelling cream onto her flawless skin. Then, she uses kohl, and a tint of red on her lips. Once she is done, she pulls out a tiny bottle of Ponds Dream flower Talc and dabs it on her skin. The little pink bottle goes back into her purse.
She checks in the mirror, once again. Then, she repeats the ritual. Completing it with a dab of the same flower talc. And, then once again.
Three times in a row. Before she pulls out black lace gloves, torn slightly, and slips them on. My eyes lose her, and then she is gone. The lady in black, the woman in love.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here] -
30X30:Everyday runaways
Mumbai is a city with few gardens. Perhaps in your large city of dreams, there are many gardens- immense, obese and beautiful. But, in our city, we have so few. Or, so I think. And, then too, almost none of us make the time to go to a garden. And, a garden in daylight...almost never. Perhaps, gardens are in our memories like picnics from school, so long ago. Perhaps, they are in our mornings, like the early morning walks we made it to. And, maybe in our evenings, the healthier evenings, the evenings well spent.
But, gardens in daylight are like time stolen. Time stolen from schedules that shouldn't give, and time stolen from families that don't give. There are couples- young, full of lust. They are hungry, for each other. And, some of them are shy. There are even couples that meet surrounded by groups of giggling girlfriends. Four girls watch on one girl with her lover.
And, then there are young boys, studying. In little nooks, under trees..they are sitting with ruled sheets of paper, scrawled handwriting and cheap paperbacks. Some are lost in thought. And, some are up to no good. Loafers lurk in corners; they make me almost afraid. Groups of girls sneak out of college and gossip. They watch me curious. I am a stranger, in a garden with familiar lurkers. I am a stranger, in a garden with familiar thieves. Thieves of time. Thieves of daylight drudgery. Like, everyday runaways.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here] -
30X30: Saturdays in the Train
Saturdays in the train are like little devils trying to make a holiday out of nothing. Young children prancing up and down narrow corridors, and passageways. And, tugging their mothers fancier-than-usual sarees. All laced in sweat, because on Saturdays too, the heat doesn't let up. It lets lose however, purse strings. Almost as if you deserve it now, this little lull of a slow train ride to somewhere. This little sprinkling of money spent on cheap, knock-off room stickers and oranges and little clips. Rich mothers buy hairbands and earrings in all colours- blue,purple, black and yellow..especially yellow to match clothes in all colours. Poor mothers buy one sticker, and refuse two clips. Little kids are now crying, or gushing happy depending on which side they are on. And, then they are watching each other. Children of more watching children of less, with smiles in their eyes. And, children of less, looking on. Curious, wide-eyed and still tugging at their mothers' fancier-than-usual sarees.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here]
Friday, 13 November 2009
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30X30: Dedication
Our lives our a dedication to the creator, God. Our movements a salutation to the universe created.To the mountains, and the seas...to explore, discover, enchant. Our actions a saluation to the people coexisting. To love, to learn from, to guide. Our talents to give back in gratitude. Our sadness to put up with in, in acceptance. Just as we are with our flaws...the world too comes with its jagged side, an uneven beautiful side. Our lives are a dedication to a little patch on the jagged side, to clear what little of it we can.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here]
Thursday, 12 November 2009
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30X30: Of strangers and friends
I wish I could say it is easy to lose people you love. But, as I sit here, staring at a computer screen, surrounded by people I love, I know it isn't true. People come into our lives, their shapes and sizes ( personalities really) filling our little gaps and spaces. We were not made to be alone. And, we are made a lot for the people who come into our lives.
It never ceases to amaze me how beautifully our lives and beings ebb and flow, shape and reshape to make room for the people that come, and go from time to time. It is difficult, but wonderful to make room for strangers. To appear as always available. Then, you never know who you can bring joy to.
Of course, as time goes along...with joy comes trials. And, sometimes you lose people you love. Perhaps, it is on a stance of right versus wrong. Perhaps, it is over a trivial issue like time, orwork. Nonetheless, people often part ways. And, then it you began to realize the void, the spaces they fill.
As I write this, I can think of many such people in my life. I want you to know I am thinking of you. Until we meet at the same side of the bridge, you are being missed. Maybe for the long, ending phone conversations about life in minute details, that we no longer have. Maybe for the wake-up, girl-power sms'es my phone now misses. Maybe for the giant-sized hugs that are no more. Or, maybe just for you. Just for you and all the times we've laughed, giggled, smiled our way through this beautiful, beautiful journey called life.
I want you to know that my life is waiting to make room for you, again. Because the shapes you fill, are the shapes YOU fill. Nobody else, and nothing else compares. Even as strangers, even as friends.. our lives are made for definite roles, in definite moulds.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here]
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