CHERISH with HARISH

Those childhood moments, when Ma used to wake me up early morning, and make me watch Doordarshan on TV. Spotted the same visual this morning, Nostalgia and the DD tune rushed back. - KHS, Feb'2025

A film which I came up with during the Lockdown. I had worked for 6 years on coming with the long-standing doubt which had always stayed with me. Here is a throwback to 'Project Me: In 2020':

Delhi Monsoon, 2012 It was July afternoon in Delhi, and the monsoons had just started entering this part of the world. My young theatre group had begun to take shape. It had been roughly 6 months and the group had been rehearsing well. It was near the Supreme Court area, and we spoke about getting the group registered in this area. It was not a long procedure to get the name registered. The name was ‘Rang-manch’ which we wanted to go ahead with. A registration under some societies and voluntary organisation act would make it free for us to perform in any professional auditorium in the city. It would create a legal space in minds for ‘Rangmanch’. My group had majorly all young people, most of which were students. I took Sahil and Neha to roam around the courts. Sahil seemed to know some lawyer from the supreme court. Though the lawyer was a young man like me, but he had some airs about himself. Afterall, he was a young Supreme court lawyer. But thanks to Sahil’s old friendship, he d...

9:45 am, Jorhat. Dulumoni ji got me my first cup of 'Laal-chai' (Black tea) and I started sipping it with ease. This is one of the few things which life in north-east has started teaching me. I am grateful! I have always loved reading books which take me to an era which I have always like to live. This era had always fascinated me. Though I would not imagine myself to be one of the heroes. I would imagine was during the time when the British ruled in India. I would always imagine myself as a third person, who would have a normal job during the times. I am presently reading this book: This third person could have been a mute spectator, in the form of a cycle rickshaw puller, or a small shop owner, who has all the time in the world to look at the things happening. Now, as I read the book and know about the British officers establishing themselves in the Indian sub-continent, I come to the present and look at myself. We are presently in the beautiful north-east, appointed...

9th March, 22. Jorhat, 11 a.m. Hello readers, It has been a long time, since I uploaded my blog. I have been uploading my video blog, but I am extremely sorry that I did not gather attention to update this medium. So, talking about me,I have been pretty awesome. I wish the same for all of you too. Today I would like to discuss this interesting concept called 'LIFE'. This is in reference to an event which happened recently. I was at Guwahati and was having chai at a tea stall. An old man came in and I made some space for him. He sat down. The man was definitely not rich, neither was he poor. He thanked me and started sipping his chai. He sat down and asked me that was I new in the area? I nodded in a yes. I guess this is where the conversation started. He spoke about his family and his kids and grand-children. I told her about my life too. But she said, son, we are talking about our lives as different entities but are they actually different? I was confused. What kind of a...

Writing has always been something which takes me out of this world. It is an act which is heavenly. I actually travel, sitting on the same seat. It is only when I write, that I realize that our mind is an amazing tool. It is so vast that it can take me to any corner of the universe. It actually disconnects you from your present surroundings and takes you for a celestial travel trip. Lately, I have been reading and traveling at the same time. These are processes which make me write more. For good writing, I need some encouragement, which these two processes provide, happily. I do not think I need any reason for writing. There are times when I write continuously, without a reason, and when I stop to look back, I realise that my writing is making some sense to me. Writing, for me, is the best form of meditation. To go deeper in writing, I would always listen to a long musical track, which I would not have to change. This process would churn out words, which I believe are golden. My re...

9:30 a.m., Monday. Jorhat. Fourteen days had passed and we were walking back in this city, which we had left about a fortnight ago. I had been travelling all my life, but there was something which was unique about this trip. Now why was this trip important? When I look into the answer of this question, I find multiple answers. Firstly, I had begun to settle in the north-eastern part of the country and I was loving it. Secondly, we were married and this was our first trip together. Thirdly, this was the first vacation from my job at NID, Assam, and I was really looking forward to going home. But the most important reason being, we had survived this danger of Covid. Many people would not consider this reason that important. But with so many colleagues and relatives losing their lives, I would consider this reason to be the most important. With both of us getting a vaccine very recently, it was a recent good enough to take a Diwali break and celebrate the festival with our fam...