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Catapulted into an Unending Storm
Mirages are deceptive. So are distant blur of late night smog on the neon lit streets of Mumbai. Mirages are dreams. Dreams swim on the waves of constant undulating plains – of emotions, of sensibilities. Down into the dark blue depths one moment and cresting through the glistening froth afloat on the moonlit ocean in the next.
I let go of my heavy, laden body. I let go of my burdened shoulders. I let go of my loneliness, my fears, my pleasures, my symphonies, noises crowding around in mind. I see myself over and above, floating – a charmed existence amidst such plentiful, unbound world full of life.
My picture becomes clearer; the edges grow sharper as it dissolves in the dream. The dream of a dark blue ocean that envelops, embalms me under the shroud of a full moon night. I feel warm in the cold confines of the unfathomable ocean. I feel cared for, I feel safe.
Congratulations! What a work of love - you left me spellbound. It felt like being inside a time machine - back into the first 10 years of my life that I spent in my native village before I joined school in the bustling city of Calcutta. And I felt having lost and left yearning.
Open fields, boundless marshlands by the rail tracks far ahead, etched in between by cool shades of lone standing trees, my kite and my unending run, Color pencils and my scrap book. And I felt privileged, I felt lucky.
I have doubts if my next generation would have such a childhood that they would like to carry inside them for their lifetime. Will I ever advise such? I doubt myself - myself in this big, bustling city of business - Mumbai. For I have learnt - just like when I learnt what fire is, that the 'city' can take away as much as you can take from it.
Sorry, but this as much about the movie as about myself for, still, I have qualms about believing that any business is devoid of emotions.
Semiotics - I have known the term and tried understanding it but then I quit. I remember it was the 4th session during my post-grad. We were discussing 'signs and symbols of Hunger'. There were many skulls, bones, etc. My turn came and I could only come up with the fields, the ponds, marshlands and trees - the sight I thirst for. I found I could not singularly symbolize it, like being bound within the limitations of a language - just like any other education - mathematics, physics, geography, etc.
I retreated into my hostel room and sat down - quite. I liked looking at the flowers outside my window every morning. I found no reason in trying to put it apart into parts of petals, sepals, node, etc. I found no reason in Semiotics anymore. I stopped in analyzing parts and pieces. I grew to admire the whole, big picture.
I cannot analyze your movie Mr. Aamir Khan - apologies. The only thing I can say is that every time I will think about it, I am sure it will bring a faint curve of contentment and recollection on my lips. Beautiful! Beautiful! Above all - Inspiring!
Congratulations and thanks all over again.
