Who is this me, this I, this Mine that I so crave to protect? What is this identity that seems so flummoxed? This picture of me in the mirror is looking so blur. Where is this heading? Where is my path lost? I want to clear this fog and see the road ahead. I want... I want...I deeply want something.
Get me the cloth to wipe this mirror, get me the cloth to wipe my tear, this mirror is speaking something I don’t want to hear. Break it off and walk ahead. The broken pieces might just hurt but for how long? These wounds will heal and I will get back the steel. The knight in shining armour will return once the battle is done. The battle lost or won but endless lessons to learn. So who decides which battle is more important and which needs to be won? Something learnt is something done and something done is something won!!
Get me the cloth to wipe this mirror, get me the cloth to wipe my tear, this mirror is speaking something I don’t want to hear. Break it off and walk ahead. The broken pieces might just hurt but for how long? These wounds will heal and I will get back the steel. The knight in shining armour will return once the battle is done. The battle lost or won but endless lessons to learn. So who decides which battle is more important and which needs to be won? Something learnt is something done and something done is something won!!
This piece sketches a picture of someone who is surrounded by a zillion questions but is not willing to give in. Its the courage of accepting the situation and the belief that "even this will move on". Its like a roller coaster that takes me everywhere and then back to where it started, only to give me a different, a more acceptable perspective of the same situation.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's what i take from it and i am better off taking the roller coaster than without.
Cheers!
Yeah I totally agree to you raven... and I love your comparison with the roller coaster! It so reminded me of the childhood days when nothing gives you more thrill than sitting on the roller coaster. You scream and shout when on it yet you love it so much... I guess thats exactly what life is all about, you sream and yell at it still you love nothing more that it!
ReplyDeleteCheers Bro!
i want something... my heart's desire :)
ReplyDeletethis is really deep ipsi :)
Ah Ipsiiiita, wow, Indian Oprah is deeep!-- let me be the loudest to say: Congrats on launching this blog (u'll gain as much as u're giving and more through writing as a lifestyle and not just on assignment; people are reading, even when no comments are left--and the universe is tapdancing for this)... Yup and High-five for journeying to Pune. I was telling your bro - I just love saying 'Pune', I mean so, so much that you have my total, utter, leaping support. I hope the city doesn't change it's name soon though -- then I'll return to suading you to apply to Columbia in New Yok ::)haha.. But truly -- I am very excited to see ur rise in journalism and the reach of your, emotional, intellectual magic I'm so happy to get a sprinkle of. Apparently Pune sells some of the best African drums, so when I come and visit, I pray you would have coordinated an African dance team of reporters, lol! J-school is glorious and noble and you're just the super-hero to charge up global issues, change, and new media...
ReplyDeleteAh, but hark, back to Your blog! It has already got an American-yanke-doodling, african-dancing, business writing, politics-gabbing woman taking that cloth, that magical fabric of reality, to brush my cheeks, catching my tears. great prose. very eleganza ( a word i'm stealing from black drag queens here in the states) ..Oh and I just read your note on my dance blog, which just made me the luckiest blogger of all; my heart is dancing an ovation of thank yous. the assuring way you make India so palpable for me is a love force I can only compare to god, vanilla ice cream in summer, a hot bath in winter, and laughter at the wake of dawn...
So here I come, from this home to that home, thank you Sweetness, thank you Wit, thank you Fierceness, thank you Ipsita
Mamamamamamalena!
Waiting for the next article...!!
ReplyDeleteNice stuff...deep...makes me think...this is a question i always ask myself
ReplyDeletethanks a ton Renie... its nice to knw tht u cud relate to it... i hope da answers are also always positve dear....
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And Malena....Thank You sooo... much for the kind words:) You never fail to Inspire me!
ReplyDeleteAnd well yes now my journey of pune is almost culminating and your african dance troop of journos perfomance wid some of the 'best african drums' is still pendin...come soon dear:)
Now m also updatin sum issue based write ups up here... wil await ur feedback my inspirer.. the American-yanke-doodling, african-dancing, business writing, politics-gabbing woman