There Are Times...

There are times I look back and reminisce the long-lost smell of a book on my shelf. I don't have a large collection. There is no space to hold as many as I would love and so a few years back I consciously, somewhat against my will, gave away quite a few of my originals. 

We are in a digital age now and it sort of made more sense to get rid of some of them to make space for the new ones. But honestly, I have not yet quite adapted to this whole concept of reading books online. I could say... I am only starting... Nothing technical... Just that I cannot get the same satisfaction of a paperback. That's all!

Speaking of changing times and reading traditions, China has epitomized the blending of smart architecture and an almost impeccable display of surrealism in one of its bookstores. It instantly reminded me of the climax of the movie Interstellar, where the protagonist, in his search for the gravity coordinates to solve the projected problems existing on earth, plunges himself into the black hole from where he communicates with his daughter using the morse code. I think the movie is a masterpiece in itself. Although it may seem too hypothetical, the stretch that it offers to the grey cells is beyond love!

And while I, with the excellence of a digital artist, which I am not, would like to make some creepy expressions of the state of mind, mine and others alike, amidst this pandemic, I refrain from it and rather take recourse to the idiot box which is to my disposal, quite often. 

I think television is one of the marvelous creations of mankind. It can instantly transport you to another town, a city of your liking, a country that you love and keep you abreast with all that is going on around you. I think I can sort of relate to housewives who schedule their cooking and, overall, their time around their families in conjunction with their favorite soaps on television now. It is addictive in a way...

That apart, I haven't been out of my house for straight 23 days, the longest time ever since the lockdowns were started to be implemented since last year... I wonder how terminally ill patients must feel. Especially when they are fully aware that their life is going to be confined to the four walls of a room, worse a bed, from where they will be able to go out only after they ... 

It's true, sometimes one cannot really understand what someone else is going through, exceptions being the really empathetic, sensitive individuals.

There are times I feel like going out and getting lots of canvas and paint to keep myself occupied... But right now that seems difficult. Honestly, to me, each day seems like a fleeting moment and I am constantly making a failing effort to play catch up similar to the painstaking passionate efforts put in by Andy Goldsworthy to capture his frailing nature photographs...

 I wish that the ice tiles don't melt..., I wish the curved snow arches don't break..., I wish my eyes capture the articulate autumn foliage of life... till... its' still, life...

I wish I can breathe in the depths of the waterfall before I plunge my way through it out of the earth and walk my way up to Jupiter and then come back riding on a huge wave trespassing the moon as I wake up on the swing that takes me in and out and around the globe!