Sunday, February 28, 2021
A year ago, I met pooja at cafe in Jaipur, sharing what's happening in our lives. We met recently at our workplace but, we couldn't catch up at leisure sharing what we're upto. After a long plan, I made it to Barmer, Pooja's place. Happy to be here. Pooja joined us at evening. Pooja and I visited a cafe.COASTERS CAFE. "This is my place. If others are sitting here, I return to home. I don't sit anywhere." She showed me her place. Comfy sofas. For a reason, she loves this place.
This time, I met Abitha as well, graduated from Azim Premji University. We got along each other just after one conversation. "I can suggest you the best local food places," shared Abitha.
Abitha, Divya and I went to a place, "Kaanavalli." We had a specical. I got to eat Puranpoli. Over the conversations, we enjoyed the local food. Thanks Divya, Abitha for introducing me to the Kaanavalli food.
Post dinner, Abitha and I decided to walk till our places. Over the walk, we talked. Both of our names start with Abi. Both of us had stories behind our names. Abitha shared her story. How her father got inspired to name her Abitha. Later, we discussed books, poetry and a few more work experiences. I'm glad we decided to walk rather than get into those crowded autos. Had a great evening. Thanks Abitha for the time.
How is it going it with your story? I asked Harry.
I wrote but, my friend mentions that I added a lot of detail and got distracted from the story. He added, "I have an experience and I was interested to add more detail and include everything that happened during the journey.
I was writing with an intention of sharing the truth. But, at the end of the day, readers want a story not the truth that confuses them more."
Introspecting more on truth, we discussed how we perceive our memory and our version of truth as the universal truth It's important to note that truth need not be shared just because we believe in it. The craft of storytelling is different from telling what all happened in our lives.
When we write autobiographical novels, there's always a question on what to share and what not to. Also, many a times, I procrastinated writing my experiences. As the experience turns into memory of the past, the way we retrieve the truth is also interesting. The truth is always selective and one sided. It's interesting to work on these aspects of truth in writing. Thanks Harry for sharing your puzzling truth stories.
|All seemed to be same but, different. Truth is no exception.|
Friday, February 26, 2021
Determined not to pester anyone anymore by showing the art and asking for their views, I decided to work on my own and relish on my own perspectives. However, the world is kind and I'm meeting a lot of new friends who can walk along with me in the journey of exploring colours and shapes.
Usually, Dyu is the only victim I turn to, asking his perspectives on every art piece I make. Shankar, Azhar, Biju never bother to entertain me, they do not even look at the art I make. Geetika is the new friend I'm sharing my art with. At times, it's tough for her to put up with my hammering.
Empathizing with my boredom, Geetika suggested to check out few interesting cards in library. I walked into library and ran into fourth class child, Shahista. She got acrylic colors and brushes. I got postcards.
"Shall we paint?" I asked. "Yes," she welcomed. I got out my crayons and scribbled on the card. "What's this?" she asked. I couldn't reply what I'm drawing. "I don't know. I just draw." I told her.
"Shall I draw rocket for you?" She asked. "Whatever you wish to draw." I affirmed.
I blended colors and tried my line art. Observing what I like to draw, Shahista drew a few patterns and painted, just the way I like. Thanks Shahista.
Shahista also wrote a message on the post card. I like the way she appreciate. Direct and heartful wishes.
It's been a year, since I met Anjali. Intended to surprise her by my visit, I went without telling her about my visit, in return, she surprised me by staying at her friend's place for a week. Determined to meet her, I joined Harry and Shobha mam to their friend, Niveditha's place.
Away from the city, they lived near ORR. May be they need peace from the noisy city, I assumed. When I walked into home, I realised that they're away from urban noise but, not noise. Three dogs were in the home. Aranya, Shakti, and Vanati's dog.
As I entered home, I was welcomed by a lot of barking. At first, it was tolerable. After a few moments, I couldn't take it. I had to close my ears to get away from the noise. Anjali saw me being helpless and giggled. I was happy to see her after long time. Anjali was happy to be with her dogs. She was caring them and we went out for a walk. I handled one leash and Anjali helped me to hold it properly.
Around the apartment, Nivedita, her son, Anjali and I, along with three dogs, we walked. It was fun to chat with Nivedita. She shared how she used to live with a lot of pets during her childhood. Good time.
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Whenever I get a chance to spend my Sunday in Hyderabad, I try to visit the Sunday market at Abids. This time, I also wanted to meet Vinod. Last sunday, as I didn't spend enough time at the market, I decided to go early and check out a lot of books. While the sellers are setting up the books, I browsed through various sections. I was thrilled to find Obama's Promised Land. Also, this seller had Elif Shafak's Forty rules of love. I picked both the books. Though, they were not originals, they were in good print. I paid 350 for Obama and 150 for Elif Shafak.
Later, I picked Tony and Toby, a book on alphabets for 10rs. It's cute and tiny. I liked it. Vinod joined me and we discussed a lot of books. He suggested a few books. He suggested Len Deighton's Spy Sinker. It's trilogy. I couldn't find the first two however, I picked this book for 20rs.
Interested in biographies, I picked the book of Judy Garland. One of the interesting non-fiction I found in this haul is 'Music for Life' by Fionna Maddocks. Also, bought a book on Shyam Benegal and 'Not just Bollywood: Indian Directors Speak.
Vinod and I had our Irani Chai and puffs at India Star Cafe. While returning, seller suggested a decent price on the book, I asked for. Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Abitha also suggested this author. I got this title for 80rs.
I was afraid of the check-in weight and decided not to take anymore books. However, I took one hardcover, The Wind in the willows, and another small book, 'A case of exploding mangoes'
I enjoyed meeting Vinod after a long time. Also, satisfied by the books I got from this haul.
Saturday, February 20, 2021
I met Yami after 4 years. Can't believe it's been already 4 years, since I took up my first job. I met her first in a training programme. We were in different groups but of the same batch. At first, as we spent time in the same campus, we became acquaintances. We finished our training. Both of us ended up in different teams.
During our work, we hardly met. Whenever we ran into each other, we'd greet, share a conversation and carry on with our work.
Over the time, both of us got to know each other interests, sketching, traveling, doodling. Both of us shared similar interests, thus began appreciation of each other's efforts.
Yesterday, I look at some random art and got reminded of Yami. I think a lot about my friends but hardly ping them. This time, I got from that procrastination phase and pinged her. "Hey Yami. I got reminded of you when I saw this art. How are you doing?" I texted her. We both shared a word. Realized, we got a lot to share. We decided to meet and without much hassle, we met and had a great time sharing what's happening in our lives.
Both of us agreed on 'Instagram is all sham,' shared a lot on what's not on our Instagram feed. We enjoyed meeting in-person and listening to each other.
I enjoyed listening to Yami's Hindi. Traveling in South India for a long time, I couldn't listen to North Indian Hindi. As Yami was speaking proper Hindi, I fell in love with the language again. She got that proper diction. I can listen to her all day. Yami shared her (train) travel tales of her college life. She seeks adventure in life. She's getting married. What more big adventure can she venture into?
I was terrible at deciding for the dinner, Yami helped both of us in ordering the dinner. Right from the starter, we had a full course dinner finishing with dessert. Thanks Yami for helping me out in those little decisions.
We visited restaurant when it was with crowd, we left when it was deserted. We spent good time sharing a lot of stories. Both of us had different destinations. I didn't want to leave early though. Both of us decided to walk down the lane. We shared the luggage. (She insisted on carrying one)
"You don't need to be chauvinist. I can carry." Yami exclaimed. Unconsciously I was acting as one, I wonder how I was trying to be one. We both shared the luggage and enjoyed walking down the lane sharing stories.
Walking on the deserted roads, I didn't realize it's almost 12am. We walked down to Irani cafe, for a late night chai. We talked of Yami's childhood memories and about her supportive mother.
How much ever I wish to stretch down the time, the day was not with us. We walked further. At last, we had to depart to our own destinations.
A short meet after long time. Glad to share smiles and happiness and all that's-happening-in-our-lives. Thanks Yami for the time and the treat. I'm happy for your new journey (getting married) in life. God bless the guy. Next time, more on our adventures and little madness we share.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Monday, February 15, 2021
I sat at the cafeteria, eating my lunch. Hi Abhinay I heard a voice, wishing me as a friend.
Who can wish me as my friends from this new place? quickly I looked up to see the person, I see a student passing by, waving his hand.
Unfamiliar voice but, he wished me as if we both know each other for years. The voice had a warmth affection. At workplaces, many people call you, wish you. But, the communication always sounded formal to me. I made a very few friends at my work place. None call me with such closeness. Despite the verbal communication signals of what we communicate, the non-verbal cues tell a lot of what words can’t say. The voice, the tone talks more about it. The friendliness, the warmth affection, there is a lot I perceived in that wish.
While I was thinking a lot about the wish and the non-verbal communication, the student returned with his lunch, sat at the table and asked my friend who sat next to me, "How are you liking our school?"
Paatshaala?, so here, people call school as Paatshaala, my friend referred trying to understand a bit Kannada, also making sense of student's Hindi.
Sunday, February 14, 2021
As a part of reading initiative, I went into the class room and picked a few books. I read this book, The Creepy Hat with a glossy cover. It's a lovely story of how kids' cat scared them because of it's naughty acts. The other book, Pollys Pink Book is about how a piggy rediscovers the skill of reading the book with the help of a bug. The other book, Sayyestha showed it to me and narrated the story. Later, she suggested"I read this book, the naughty cow. Shall I share?" . Love the enthusiasm she got to share the stories she read. I'm glad I could manage to read these two books, in the short span of time we got in the first hour of the school.
Friday, February 12, 2021
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Interesting story. Worth sharing.
In the beginning, Indranil talks for ten seconds about what the series is about and asks to subscribe and share. Is there any innovative way to jump into the story right away and deal with subscriptions later.
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
I was browsing through videos and discovered the director Abbas kiarostami and his movie, 'Shirin.'
The movie is a great experiment in regard of screenplay. A group of women watch a theatrical. We get to watch their reactions and listen to the dialogues. Fabulous idea and well executed. All the actress were at their best. They could emote subtle emotions well. I enjoyed know about the Iranian classis as well. Love story of Amir Kushro and Shirin.
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
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