I don’t cook much. But every once in a while, I get excited about cooking and spend almost two hours in kitchen. I don’t cook a lavish meal; I just cook really slow and with lot of care. My favourite part of cooking is cutting vegetables.
There is something very human and real about cutting vegetables. In the current world of virtual everything including relationships, sometimes I feel unreal and disconnected. In our civilized settled society, we give overwhelming significance to multiple versions of unreal realities – culture, religion, caste, race, economic status and social status. Everything is more important than the air we breathe in. The sensory experience of the physical world around us seems to have little value in our existence. The superior technology of the modern world has created an additional layer of reality on our physical world that was already hidden behind artificial layers created by society and culture. We seem to derive more pleasure from the number of friends on social media or instant messaging on our phones. The physical experience of the world and a breathing living human being is getting taken over by a virtual existence. It’s easy to forget self. It’s easy to float in clouds. It’s easy to ignore messages from within and from the environment.
In this world, I sometimes crave a real human experience. Cutting vegetables brings me back to the reality. The sensory experience of feeling its texture, soaking in the colors and smell builds a special connection with food cooked and consumed afterwards. It brings me back from the virtual worlds to the reality of being a human – just a simple human that needs food, water and some fresh air to breathe in.
As a child, I loved making paper boats and watch them float away in puddles or streams created by rainwater. And then I grew up and forgot the art of making delicate paper boats.
One fine day, during a long call, I started fiddling with a grocery bill lying around and made a little boat. It remained there as a random piece of craft on my dining table. The next grocery bill also tuned into a boat. Soon enough half of my dining table was covered in paper boats made with grocery bills. Somehow they don’t look like a bunch of junk papers on table to be thrown away. They bring playfulness to the living room.
As a child, I didn’t have any bills to pay. And now my thoughts and mindspace are dominated by paying bills. Somehow turning these bills into boats brought back memories and smiles from the carefree days of childhood. Life seems a bit easier just by turning bills into boats.
Still immersed in the smells and sights of my trip, I came back home yesterday after twelve days. On way back, I was a little irritated by the return journey and worried about going back to normal life. An unclean house awaited me with an empty kitchen and fridge. The suitcase in my hand reminded me of mandatory upcoming laundry time. My mind indulged a bit in the memories of the people I met and places I saw. But the discomforts of the trip would soon be replaced by convenience of a home. I was looking forward to the familiarity of home while missing the strangers and friends I left behind.
Every time I come back home, there is a mixed set of feelings. Happy and sad. A little annoyed. Sometimes tired and numb. Followed by confusion. But as soon as I enter home, there is always something that brings in a sense of comfort. The turmoil inside settles down.
Mostly its a small item kept in my room that spells home for me like the Ganesha idol on my dressing table or a pile of books lying next to my bed.
Yesterday, it was just the balcony and the view outside. It started raining as soon as I entered home. The vast landscape was covered in mist. I stood there for a while soaking in the sound of heavy rainfall, cool breeze, misty view and gorgeous patterns of streetlights in rains with city melting away in the background.
Mumbai in rains. Life is back to normal.
I recently moved in a new building away from the heart of Mumbai. Even though it’s a beautiful convenient residential complex, it was an unpleasant change for me. I am away from the sea view, my favourite bookshops and cafes. Over the years, I had mapped a set of routes for my morning and evening walks. I wouldn’t go every day, but there was always somewhere peaceful to go when I needed to break away for a few moments from life.
My new apartment is near a highway and next to a construction site. There is a constant cloud of dust and noise of machines. After long day of work, the only tiny break I could get was a walk in my society near the pool and a small garden.
This building has more children than anywhere I have lived before. This is a pleasant change with all the positive energy they bring. But at times they can get annoying also. There are three play areas near my walk route.
My evening walks coincided with the play time of kids, that hour of restless energy just after the sunset when the sky is still blue, the kids are well rested after their afternoon siesta and excitedly waiting for the parents to return home from work. The playground is filled with joy and cheer.
One fine day, I met the 2-year old daughter of a family friend in the playground. She showed me around her play area and her favourite activities. We spent a few fun moments before she went back.
She started to recognise me after a couple of days. I would meet her almost every alternate day in the playground, mostly just following her instructions and trying to ensure her safety. It soon became the favourite part of my day. She would almost always start with the swing. She is an adventurous and courageous kid. She flies high and fast. I can see the swing from the lobby of my building. Even before I enter the playground, I could see her flying and hear her laughter. Often I would directly go to the playground on my way back from work.
On my difficult days at work, I wouldn’t be able to wait to reach back and hear her laughter. Her childlike wonder and joy opened my heart. She gets excited just looking at the water fountain or jumping in the pool or swinging. She walks around with not a care in the world. I learned to laugh more and smile more.
Every time I come back from work and she is not there, I take some time to recover and fill my evenings with other activities. I dread the days when I come back from office to find an empty swing.
It starts with a point; revolves around the point; and keeps moving further away and up.
There is something very fascinating about a Spiral. It can represent life and divine. The pattern is visible everywhere from the far away galaxies to sunflowers. The pattern can be seen in the mind’s eye.
To make a free hand spiral drawing is simple and complex at the same time. It’s child-like fun but it needs coordinated movement and focus from the hands and eyes. You can fall into the center or wander away too far or too soon.