Idyllic Thoughts

Ask any woman who wears the quintessential attire of the sub-continent -- the saree -- about it and she will look at you scornfully and let out a hmmph! which conceals a long, resigned and tiresome tale of draping the 'six yard (now down to five-and-a-half) wonder' as the blissfully ignorant call it. At first glance, it seems so easy. A long cloth draped around us ! So simple, yet so graceful. Only those who have battled with the stubborn beauty knows how it has defeated them time and again. They are aware that a saree has an independent mind of its own and looks upon its possessors with contempt. As they are smiling confidently that they have successfully pinned the pleats, a naughty one will slip out of their grasp bringing tears to the eyes. Successfully dazzling others with a saree is by no means a lesser feat, which teenage girls, newly introduced to the saree, will be well aware of as are older women with even half a century experience. 

It is 16th January, 2015. It will be 16th February, 16th March... soon. What is a date, month or a year to me? Nothing but a jumble of numbers and words in my mind. They have absolutely no significance to me. They come and go, uninvited and uncherished; forgotten soon in the melee of life. The mornings, afternoons and the nights are a blur within each other. Only the evenings are mine, for thoughts, dreams and frustrations. And the serene hour in the early morning when I water the plants and they seem to wait for me eagerly, nodding with content after their thirst is quenched.

Children often learn how NOT to live by looking at their parents. And when they become parents, in an effort to NOT be like 'their' parents, they in turn teach their kids how NOT to live. 

In the film 'PK,' the alien says in his planet, there is no language since they don't need it as they communicate with each other thru mind. Don't we need language to think, to speak in our minds and even to feel? I tried and failed.