Sounds of Sirens, Burn My Thoughts,
Fights I Fought Many, Myself I've Lost,
Picking Up The Dust, Watching the Night,
I Sink Low, Lower In My Fright,
Would You Still Walk By My Side,
If I Say, I Am Afraid of The Tide?
Blessed Be My Lovely Lovely Fellas!!
Missed Me? Nay? I missed you most certainly. So much so that in every picture that I captured, I thought of weaving a story - a story for you to read. But, well, what you imagine is imagination and the one that's makes it fall is procrastination. So, I have no stories to write as of now. But there's something I would like to share.
As a kid, even as a teen, I was ashamed of the fact that my roots go back to Bihar. I was no where even close to the way certain Mr. Prasad spoke or lived. Heck, I was born and brought up in Bhopal. Much cleaner and developed and hi-tech than the smelly, old and backward village I used to visit every summer of my school. I hated every inch of that vacation. I didn't like the food. Didn't like the men. Certainly didn't like the women. Hated the worms that I could see every where and worst, couldn't see! Hated the mud house, hated every single thing about the God damn place! And then, there was a massive gap of Nine Years. I got closer to my Grandfather and moved farther away from his wife. I was glad for the phone and his wisdom that made me pave my way through the stickiest of situations. Last November, I went back to the village. If you ask me where exactly this place is, I would say, it's 20 kms away from Nepal. My Grandmother is a Nepali and well, this time she said, she was a hardcore one at that. (Nepali women work in the mountains - so do many others - but I didn't tell her that - I've a reputation of having a sharp tongue. Honestly, she doesn't move a bit - her tongue does. Sorry, I got carried away. I know where my laziness genes come from.)
Last time in Winters, I loved the greenery, the sharp biting wind that made my eyes water, the excruciatingly clean air, that my lungs couldn't breathe in enough and the silence, that I found no where. I was still in the last semester of my Law School. Still the soon-to-be-graduate and still not old-enough. This year, as you know, I went now, was completely different. First, it was summers and I don't like summers. But for my sake I think, God thought of showers, for that was one good thing, I will remember - Cold Summers and Fireflies in the dark! The thing which I couldn't ignore was the monumental expectation that I could sense and feel on my back this time. Marriage was a hot gossip and my resistance to the idea, was another. I couldn't hide my fear and anger at the M word. Second, the awkwardness around women. On the record, I can handle an entire household, however, I was out of my depth there. I cannot sing bhajans in Maithili (18th Language in Our Constitution, yes Sir!) or do the preparations of a full fledged puja. And that my friends, was a parameter I've been judged on. Three guys - well - ahem - grooms (Ack!) I heard about. I know the reasons why this thing is being jumped on me, I know why and how, but I am not ready. Not yet. Thankfully, two of them turned out to be brothers and the third might as well be married. I want to throw up! Ahem. Sorry again.
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There was the much awaited greenery this time I could live in forever, but I couldn't find the peace and respite I always looked forward to. Oh, but the upside is, I went to Nepal after 15 years. And oh boy! What a beautiful place it is. Have you guys heard of the Kosi River (Also called the Sorrow of Bihar)? She is one fiery thing. She is known to cause irreparable damage to the folks of both Nepal and Bihar. I was on the barrage between India and Nepal - and I saw how scary she can be - yet beautiful - you know, like a silent seductress. On the surface, it appears calm. You can see the village at a distance, the sand that the river has collected and in another second, there would be nothing. The river has quietly swept away the entire establishment. Last year, they say, the floods were so bad that the development which Bihar had seen in the reign of Chief Minister Nitish Kumar, has gone 25 years behind. And I saw her up close. Saw the mist rising up in clouds from the surface. It's one thing I'll remember and go back to, again. Came back today morning.
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If you would like to know more about the Kosi, here's the Link for your reference.
Ah, home! :) :) Oh and Maithili, our beloved beloved blogger from One Such Story has agreed to do a guest post for me. She has always been an inspiring writer and one of the first friends I had on Blogspot. More of it, later. Till the next time fellas, unexplored desires call you in, won't you answer their call? Blessed Be!