Dusk ~ Haiku


Flickering candle

gives way to light

as dusk approaches.

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Bereft of his breath

last wish of whom is the light

old man waits for dusk.

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Bring Back the Touch


Another morning has arrived at the doors, I lie here on my bed, Vishal next to me. The same old routine will begin again in a short while. Me cleaning the house, preparing the breakfast, while Vishal exercises and reads his morning paper. After breakfast, both of us get ready to go back to our respective offices. Coming back by 7, I prepare the dinner and wait for my dear husband to come back. Vishal comes around 8, we have dinner, discuss the events of the day. He watches TV, while I read away my assortment of books on my Kindle. Around 11, both of us go back to sleep, waiting for the dawn to come again and rescue us. Quoting Morgan Freeman:” Same old shit, different day” is what goes on and on in this house. A dreaded Sunday arrives. Vishal runs off to the market to buy some household goods, as I while away my time on television. That is when I saw the Parachute Advanced Body Lotion advertisement #BringBackTheTouch


 

Touching the spot, the advertisement left me in a deep sense of bewilderment as I remembered the brilliant and happy new days of our marriage when every moment with each other was a bliss and every moment apart from each other was a punishment. Determined to bring the good old days back into the marriage, I started to hunt for ideas for the same. Looking around the house, searching for ways, a bulb glowed on the top of my head.

 

Clearing out spaces in the living room, I moved the sofa and the tables around, emptied the whole area, let the wooden floor glisten. Enegy like never before appeared in me as I set up my iPod on the speakers and set up my jam in it. Vishal soon arrived. Confused at the looks of the living room, he inquired if I still had the small pieces of brain left in me? Ignoring the jibe, I took away the bags from him, kept them in the kitchen, came back and turned my jam on.

 

Grabbing his hands, putting them on my waist, I slowly started to move around the cleared space as Frank Sinatra sang to us. It was in that moment that I realized how much I had missed in the past 5 years of my life. The dance took me back to the days when randomly out of the blue Vishal would pick me up and started dancing to the craziest of songs. We knew what love was, we knew how to make each other feel special and in hat moment, when Vishal started to move his hands around me, I realized the power of touch and the way it brought back the long lost love in our story.

Dabur Chyawanprash


I remember the times when I was a small kid, about 8 or 9 years, the times when I was fiercely notorious, running into things, hitting my head, once I unknowingly even cut my thumb with a knife lying around, fell sick a lot, headaches were my constant guests and so was the cold and fever. I distinctly remember the trips to the doctor whom I used to unlike ferociously. Those big syringes and injections were my kryptonite so to say and I honestly still fear them a lot even though I have a tattoo. The medicines which came with the promises to help me say goodbye to my headaches and fear, I used to gulp them down like they were toffee. All this and much more happened and struck with my were my family members, Dad, mom and sister. Taking me back and from the doctor’s place was a regular deal and though tiring it wasn’t s tiring as the constant worry that clouded their mind of the deadly diseases that were going to make a sumptuous meal of me. The same worry ate into them and with no one else to talk to, I would often eavesdrop on them being extremely worried about me. Slowly I gained back my strength and the headaches seemed to shorten their trips as well. The fact that came to the light was my utter lack of important nutrients that I missed with the daily chapatis and veggies, the ones I used to despise. But as compared to the several bouts of headaches, I gladly chose the tasteless veggies, for they helped me ward off the worry from my parent’s mind. The prospect of not welcoming an unwelcome guest can easily tempt one to do things they won’t imagine in their lives. As my headaches and fever slowly started to become less and less frequent, so did the worrisome talks about me starting to dwindle and I could have a sigh of relief at the thought that now at-least I won’t be the reason behind their worries. Often for parents, their children are the most prized possession of their lives, taking care of al their needs, providing them with  all kinds of facilities at their disposal, taking utmost care of them when they are sick, motivating them to do their best  and when this child on which they spend so many hours of love and care, falls sick or becomes a target of a disease, the whole atmosphere around the house changes and becomes this area of tension and questions. To help the parents not fall into this area of tension and to help the children carry on during the day healthily and provide them with extremely essential nutrients at the very start of the day, Dabur has this great product called the Chyawanprash. Poised with a number of herbs like Amla, which is scientifically known  to be one of the best antioxidants, Giloy (Guduchi),which is  known to have immuno-modulatory properties, and more than 40 other natural ingredients this products makes sure that your child does not fall prey to the basic of diseases and not make you worry about the regular trips to the doctor.

Tata Literature Live 2k14


Would you avail, if presented the opportunity to witness the speakers like Vijay Sehsadri, Vir Sanghvi, Samar Halarnkar, Rashmi Bansal, Gulzar Saab, Barkha Dutt, Chetan Bhagat, Amish Tripathi, Ashwin Sanghi, Devdutt Pattanaik, Ramachandra Guha, Cyrus Broacha, Shashi Tharoor and many more such elite speakers, watch a performance by the Sugnaram Bhopa & Group, The Chamber Singers, watch internationally acclaimed plays, get books signed by your favourite authors and also enter a book swap, all this and so much more for free?

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No, I haven’t gone insane or spewing nonsensical stuff, like I do most of the times on my blog. Coming across a twitter feed of the event, I had to double-check my facts, pinch myself thrice, rub my eyes four times to confirm whether what I was reading was even true. Indeed it was. I had come across the glorious twitter feed of the Tata Lit Live 2014. Heading over to the website, I myself was in shock and awe as to the scale of the event in which it was being organized. Kudos to the team for having been able to manage all that!!!! Without thinking for one more second, I headed to the parents room to get my permission to attend this lifetime of a chance. A little background on this, I am 20, just another engineering droplet in the sea of engineers across the country who lives in Ahmedabad. Hence I needed permission to get to the city of Mumbai, where the event was being held. Being such cool parents, they instantly said yes, but now that I think, I guess hey just wanted some peace and quiet in the house, and seeing Tata Lit Live 2014 as their chance to have the same for the next 5 days, why would they think about saying no. So I packed my bags and headed to the mega city to experience the event in all its glory.

 

The first event on the first day was the launch of Gulzar’s book and his conversation with a friend Mr Pavan Varma. Gulzar Saab has always been the guy who has dished out poems and couplets that touch the soul and seeing him speka live in front of you. Oh, it was a different experience altogether.

 

Not going deep into the each events that I attended or you all will either close the tab or start snoring like a guy did during the talks between Father Mascarehas, Harsh Mander, Sanjay Baru and Samar Harlarnkar on the topic “The Relevance of the Liberal in the Modi Era”.

The event that stood out for me on the second day i.e. the 31st October was the one-man play by Martin Mohan titled All the Rage. It was probably the most beautiful play I have ever seen in my life, so compelling and emotionally touching, the play talks about the anger that engulfs us in one moment and how weirdly we are wired regarding the emotions that make us. Beautiful to say the least and my wors won’t do any kind of justice to the great play.

 

On the third day of the Tat lit Live 2014, I went to Prithvi Theatre. Being a tourist, I wanted to explore the city more and hence took my ride to Juhu where the glorious Prithvi Theatre stands. The event that stood out for me during the day was the one with Ashish Shakya who is a humour columnist for the Hindustan Times talking to Santhnam Sanghera, Atray Banan and Amy Fernandez on the topic of Changing Idea of Romance in India. A really good discussion that often had us in splits and some bouts of actual thinking. The line that made me lose it was when Ashish says, ” Arrange Marriage is a case of the Stockholm Syndrome”. Hysterical and true to the point if you really consider and think about it.

 

Fast forwarding to the last day, the best of all. Events with the authors I have read a lot and respect the most, Devdutt Pattanaik and Ramachandra Guha. Getting the books signed by them and being able to talk to them was probably the moment I will never be able to forget in my life. Even though I already had a copy of all the books by Devdutt, in that moment, the opportunity to get a book signed by the man was too much for me and I caved in, bought another copy right there and got it signed. The same goes with Mr Ramachandra Guha, all his books adorn my shelves yet for that one particular sign, I was ready to buy another book. This is what happens when you et to meet your idols in real life. Not ashamed to say, I was acting like a fangirl on the spot, not knowing what to speak, just elated at the opportunity to do so.

 

Here are a few pics I managed to sneak in with my good ol camera. Not a dslr, but works fine for me. 🙂

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In the end I would like to thank the absolutely brilliant team of  Tata Literature Live 2014 that transformed it into such a huge success and the team of BlogAdda as well for making me write on the deadline as no more Landmark vouchers if I don’t post by midnight. (wink wink)