memories in my hunch back

It was a strange week, almost over. Debolina was here, after a long time we spend lots of time together, little bit travel together, though inside Delhi. Most of the time we talked about our Rajasthan trip together in 2008.

sand grave yard

Nostalgia is like a disease, it eats you up slowly, strangely good days never exist for long, but they come with extra happiness which can not be consumed in those moments , they stay back as memories. and me I am sure lots of people like me enjoy those memories, sometimes lives on those memories, like camels, save extra food in your hunch back for the bad times.

days vanishes in the shadows

These friends of mine are the reminder of my old city, Calcutta, where I  spend 12years of my life finding myself, do not know the result of my search but collect some great memories.

my last Holi in Calcutta... collection in my hunch back

...passing by

Strangely again even after spending 5 years in Delhi I hardly managed to collect any memories in my hunch back, all washed away into drinks , consumed in every  weekend evenings , like all our resistance got washed away into the ocean of consumerism, into those malls every weekend.

one weekend in delhi

another weekend...

Passes by, without leaving any memories, nothing for my hunch back…:)

Got a offer for teaching into the workshop, never thought before about teaching , normally I feel like hiding under the table if i have to speak in front of more than 3/4 people, but I am happy people think I am capable of teaching something, at least i can give some lectures where people will be interested in listening those , may be I will spare riya from some lectures atleast….:)

me and teaching !!!!

Sunday..:)…we had a great together in workshop, another extended Delhi weekend evening, lots of drinks and chat, ended up with pizza…but not bad …atleast with some like-minded people, talking about movies, planning for making more short films, documentaries. Applying for censor certificate for our film, can apply for some more festivals, we need to meet more frequently, talking about film is like oxygen…:)

>a chronicle of amnesia 1

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It’s a crazy time, sometimes I do not even understand the difference between playing farmville and going to a Gurgaon Mall…its all just display of unnecessary products…display them so innocently that as buying it not a reflection of greed rather a greater reflection of happiness. As if we can really buy happiness. May be we can…happiness will be a mirroring image of numbers of consumer goods. A friend of mine (his family includes his wife and a baby and a Labrador) bought a SUV because the Labrador does not fit into his smaller one. I possibly should be happy…but somehow I do not know how to react (hope animal rights activists wont be mad at me).

I am 38, during the globalisation started I was just 18. The world changed around me, the familiar words, visions disappear so quickly …its feels like a chronicle of amnesia. I saw my little peaceful home town on the bank of Ganges with old gothic buildings changed into a commercial concrete jungle within 10 years. We the uprooted generation moved around all over the country. None of us has a friend who is more than 10years old (10years!!…possibly I am exaggerating). New people , new places new life style even the concepts of life is new…with all new “normal”s.

Hope soon we will settle down…stop running so fast…will have a look around…will get some time to think (don’t think; go get!!)…and will stop buying whatever we see.