The little lives, unnoticed - Another rainy Sunday evening. Over the Equinox, 10th August ‘14
"Have u ever stared at the cloudless sky of summer nights? They are so empty and at the same time starred by a billion thousand suns, twinkling like the thoughts in our numb minds;taking momentary birth and vanishing into the hallownesss of the dark like some cheap sorcery of an unknown lady magician; I wonder if those enigmatic hands are playing their dirty tricks in this wide reality of mine or if she’s just deep sitting in my mind. The only constancy in the dark envelope is the blistering moon, which kinda resembles me; the only me around which my entire world revolves. Funny huh..?” - Afficionado
Went to a school last day as part of Literacy India Environment Awareness Program for a short lecture and planting some trees, and we asked the students the reason of planting them. Everyone had different answers, ranging from pollution to lack of shades, but none was aware of the Environment Day. One kid stood up and said, 'We are planting trees today because there's no tomorrow for doing anything'. We were startled by the answer, and were touched, deep in the heart.
Connaught Place, designed by Robert Tor Russell in accordance to the Royal Crescent in Bath in UK, it was named after the First Duke of Connaught. The place is a reminiscent of the the old Victorian style architecture. Work at Connaught Place commenced in 1929 and it was completed by 1933. In the early days it was mostly the resident British officers, the then Indian royal dignitaries and rich businessmen who would mostly shop at CP. In the Pic - Unrenovated facades covering the back streets of CP, behind the glittering modernism of the inner circle.
The ubiquitous artifacts stores scrambled across the City of Delhi are synonymous with the very concept of India. You pass by a series of them in any street markets, and it makes you stop for a while. You take a breath, blink around and catch its essence as much as you can in the possible while. Delhi itself is a huge market, of the things you never even expect to find. Take a stroll, and you come back with something in your hand that you never ought to buy, with a pleasure never equal.
Bright white lights always used to make me slow; My thoughts come to a grinding halt, i don’t exist in the present anymore; All i want to do then is to get out and find a calm quaint dark corner, and if there’re lanterns, i get back to my present state of life. Though the lanterns’ dim light seems much of an insignificance to light up a dark night, the yellow-red light enough of light it spreads makes me imagine the impossible fantasies straight out of some fiction; the lanterns make me feel that i don’t exist in the real present world, but rather inside some story book, with an unexpected turn beyond the doors.
i’ll take the photographs,
will you pen it down?
We will bind them into a book
a book about an unseen delhi,
an unseen delhi only we’ve seen
An unfeigned sunset beside you and much beyond.
The way you were sitting beside me, it all feels like yesterday.