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.
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.
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.
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.
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….:)
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…:)