He knew he could never win the game, but still he played it.
And then in the final match,
he did not play, someone else, someone divine played for him, whom he could feel.
'They' finally, won the match!
They did. :)
Life, I guess, is a big circle. If we look at it carefully, it has many circles- One spiritual, one emotional, one economical, one social. So, basically, life is a culmination of concentric circles, with our mind at the centre. Sometimes we need a tangent. A tangent, by definition is a line which just touches the circle from out side at a point. When I look at it, we are usually so busy with life that we need a tangent to get out and see where we are.
I was chatting on facebook and suddenly I found this old friend. I asked him his whereabouts and he said in a sudden reply, that he was at Rishikesh. I was in a circle or loop called 'LIFE'. I wanted to take a tangent. I wanted to see the things which I always had desired to be with. As an instinctive reaction, I asked him, "Can I join him?"
I am sure Negi (my friend) would have been surprised a bit, because that was quite an unwelcome response I gave him. We had not met in a couple of years and this was a good space-time to catch up. Rishikesh is green with mountains and has this spiritual being, because of the river Ganga. He told me to back-pack to his bunk-bed hostel, and he gave me the address. I just got up running to pack my clothes for an indefinite, unpredictable trip to the beautiful place. I had been to this place 4 times before, but it is one of those places, where the more you stay there, the more you like it.
Rishikesh is known for a nice blend of temples or religion on one side and rafting or adventure on the other. I did not know what was my plan. I just booked my night's bus ticket on the internet and I left for the eleven o'clock, which would supposedly drop me to the town at 6 a.m.
I somehow slept off in the bus! I was loving the unpredictability of the trip. A night's bus journey was what would take me from the 'Dirty' Delhi air to the 'divine and green Rishikesh breeze. The bus dropped me at Lakshman Jhoola and I had no clue whether I should take an auto or not. So I went with the latter.
With my back-pack, I walked. I kept asking the older chaiwalas, the address. They guided me. I realised that I don't need to rush through the process and chill. So, I sat at one of the stalls and had chai. WIth a perfect mix of milk, tea leaves and sugar, it was amazing.
I resumed my walk and very soon I was at the destination: 'LIVE FREE HOSTEL'. I met Negi and realised that everyone was asleep on their bunk beds. As I saw so many bodies sleeping in peace, I felt at ease. No one was getting late. No one was missing the train, it was a nice, cosy vacation for different people from different nationalities. I took off my bag, washed my feet and got into the blanket and slept off!
After we grabbed our breakfast, we left for a waterfall which was unknown to both of us. It was a long trek which we enjoyed. But what I liked in this trek was that we could never see the waterfall. This was making me curious. Though we could hear the water from a distance, but at the end, through the jungle, we reached the destination. It was a lovely waterfall, forcing us to drop our bags and ump off in it.
My friend and me spent good enough time with each other. We spoke so much about our lives, our struggles, our happiness. Our older memories came back at this beautiful place. And the best part was that there was nothing stopping us from chatting.
Once in a while we would get out and chat with new faces. They were interesting too. We made new acquaintances and roamed around the town.
The tangent showed me how trapped I am in life. I needed to take more tangents in life and travel, unconditionally. There are so many places and people I have to see and learn. I like getting away from 'Homo Sapiens' and just be alone.
This is definitely one tangent which showed me things. I loved the 'Ganga' aarti and made it a point that I did not miss it.
Thanks to my bunk bed, in this tangent, I read, wrote and majorly slept a lot!
It was early morning and I was still on my bed.
Up, but still not awake. There was a watsapp tone which shook me, but as I checked my phone, I saw that there were more than quite a few watsapp messages. It was a series of messages from different places which questioned my existence in a time-space dimension of 'X', 'Y' and 'Z'.
I had recently shifted to this new village inside Delhi, but my cousins were in Hyderabad, sending me images of the Biryani party they had celebrated, but what was bigger than the taste of Biryani was the long and interesting chat which followed. But before I could read the whole thing, I had a very dear cousin of mine visiting Europe, sending some amazing images. Heaven she was in with the brilliant architecture.
But before I could gather myself, I heard a cock crowing. This was surreal. It was straight out of a Salvador Dali painting in the surreal era in Notre Dam, as most of the readers won't believe that there is a cock crowing in the busy Delhi, but I guess that is how strange life is. It crows in this village in Delhi. It is almost as surreal as Salvador Dali painting!
This is one of the reasons I loved this house.
As I was up, I started folding my bed-sheet and my plans for the day, I realised that the college I teach is on a fortnight's off. I had to write a new street play for Kamaan. I have always believed that life should never be 'free' to give you a moment to think of the next one.
As I set my bed, my mind was coming up with ideas, though stupid, to work on my next play.
As I had to make a breakfast for myself, I had to write my play. It was quite an exciting idea as I had never thought of this idea ever.
I knew that but the time this day would end, I would not have finished half of my 'To-do' things, but there is this joy of writing a 'To-do' list, as you know that you will finish at least some of them.
As time passed, I wrote, I checked newer pictures of Europe, Biryani and my newer rendition of the script.
It was time for me to to switch off, but I checked my 'to-do list' and I had finished more than half of it. Satisfaction with me traveling around the world, sitting right there on my desk!
Thank God for my friends who have whatsapp and my number, who keep taking me on a 'World tour', through my new script! I switch of, still half-displaced, half-settled, half me!
A short film, which we have recently submitted to Megacities-Short Docs, Paris has been uploaded by Megacities Youtube channel. It is a 4-minute documentary called 'DILI CHALO'. If you like it, please have a look and like it on YouTube:
It was a pleasure making it. A senior of mine asked me to make a film on our present initiative. It was slightly tough for me as I have never made a film on 'Myself' or 'My-work'. This initiative was my advisor's and I had to re-look at this again, as a film. Hope you like it...