Bizarre…
This weekend I went for a handicrafts exhibition. It was after a long time that I had been to something like this. It wasn’t grand but it definitely reminded me of my trip to ‘Dilli Haat’ with my one of my cousins. ‘Dilli Haat’ is a great place for art lovers, which is on exhibition cum sale for handicrafts all the year round in New Delhi. The trip was also a memorable one: looking at crafts from different places of India, eating variety of food from different states, freaking out in general. This also reminds me of my maiden visit to ‘Chandni Chowk’ during the same trip to Delhi. ‘Chandni Chowk’ is one of the busiest and the oldest market in Delhi. Someone had told us that it’s a great place to shop for dress material for salwar suits. Now everyone knows about the fascination of girls towards shopping, so we landed up there. I really don’t remember which suits I purchased there, but I do remember the fun we had while moving around the narrow streets, to keep track from where we came in and which way to go to move out. The elders had told us not to go there as all streets appear to be quite similar and there were chances to get lost as I was quite young at that time. But nobody could stop me & my adventurous cousin. So more than shopping it was a like a challenge to go to the market, shop and come back safely.
I remember how we used to recite loudly in recess in school ‘Seven Ages’ by Shakespeare…“All the world’s a stage and all men & women are mere actors.” Life has always been great as a kid. As we grow up, we keep walking across crossing various ages; we try to follow someone or try to achieve something. Sometimes it is like walking alone on the sea-shore following someone’s footprints…following someone who will never turn back and wait for us. We are so busy walking following those footprints that we never realize that in the sand just next to our footprints, there is one more footprint…footprint of someone who is trying to walk with us, who is ready to wait for us, who is trying to synchronize the pace of walk with that of ours. We are just walking on and on, neglecting all those who are or can be ours, always trying to reach to what is or was never ours. In this walk along the sea-shore, we sometimes stop-by and make castles with sand. Castles that we hope will never be swayed away by the waves.
As I read across the post, it appears to me like something starting with description about Delhi, then flowing away to childhood and slowly moving to present. I have written things which hardly make sense superficially, but you will find it someway or the other close to you if even you have done things you were denied to do because you were a kid, loitered around in streets just for fun, or if now someone likes you madly but you don’t pay any attention to that affectionate look and just keep running behind someone you liked in the past. You will find it is closer to you if while reading this post you are thinking about that someone who kept mailing you regularly even when you didn’t had time or intention to reply and has not mailed you for long, or you are thinking about some friend with whom you just liked strolling around or standing at that the corner of the street or in the corridors of the college…..
Life is like having a cup of tea.
You sit by the side of the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip,
Only to realize, somebody forgot to put the sugar.
Too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle through the sugarless cup.
Until you discover undissolved sugar crystal sitting at the bottom...
I remember how we used to recite loudly in recess in school ‘Seven Ages’ by Shakespeare…“All the world’s a stage and all men & women are mere actors.” Life has always been great as a kid. As we grow up, we keep walking across crossing various ages; we try to follow someone or try to achieve something. Sometimes it is like walking alone on the sea-shore following someone’s footprints…following someone who will never turn back and wait for us. We are so busy walking following those footprints that we never realize that in the sand just next to our footprints, there is one more footprint…footprint of someone who is trying to walk with us, who is ready to wait for us, who is trying to synchronize the pace of walk with that of ours. We are just walking on and on, neglecting all those who are or can be ours, always trying to reach to what is or was never ours. In this walk along the sea-shore, we sometimes stop-by and make castles with sand. Castles that we hope will never be swayed away by the waves.
As I read across the post, it appears to me like something starting with description about Delhi, then flowing away to childhood and slowly moving to present. I have written things which hardly make sense superficially, but you will find it someway or the other close to you if even you have done things you were denied to do because you were a kid, loitered around in streets just for fun, or if now someone likes you madly but you don’t pay any attention to that affectionate look and just keep running behind someone you liked in the past. You will find it is closer to you if while reading this post you are thinking about that someone who kept mailing you regularly even when you didn’t had time or intention to reply and has not mailed you for long, or you are thinking about some friend with whom you just liked strolling around or standing at that the corner of the street or in the corridors of the college…..
Life is like having a cup of tea.
You sit by the side of the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip,
Only to realize, somebody forgot to put the sugar.
Too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle through the sugarless cup.
Until you discover undissolved sugar crystal sitting at the bottom...
Excogitated by a_beautifulmind @ 8:15 PM
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