Nowhere to Go but the Horizon

FeaturedNowhere to Go but the Horizon

67676135_505806576833583_1473838029285097472_nEverybody feels a sense of coming back to home while reading anything written by one’s favorite writer. And The Namesake ironically, is a novel about coming back to one’s home or more precisely , one’s roots. Having read it after The Lowland , Jhumpa Lahiri’s true to self description of the Bengali way of Life and of Kolkata, and how these two mingle and make thier way into the households Bengalis living in the States, was not a surprise. For example, how a package from homeland, after travelling thousands of miles can bear the smell still of the dominant spice of your mother’s kitchen. Jhumpa Lahiri , does not ever go straight into the life of the protagonist but goes on detailing the live of his or her family, as it is them who builds a self. But as the story goes on, and the namesake and its significance is revealed to us, the readers, it becomes evident that Ashoke was not only the person who gave Gogol his namesake, he was also the person who lent him his ”overcoat” through his life. This particular instrument which shapes the whole novel at the end is beautifully depicted in the movie adaptation of the book by Mira Nair. Gogo,l, from infancy till his thirties, did everything , he could to make his place and belong to a country he was born in , but always with a prevalent cry in the background from the two abodes of College Street and Alipore, calling him to be part of that life. The first sense of relating to the place where he was born took place with the dead people , in a graveyard.

Coming back to the context of the movie, the only difference that mattered except the small ones like changing the name of Dimitri without any cause, is that, in the movie the relationship of Gogol’s parents as a married couple was not less forced than the one in the book.

The story is not about the several journeys made by Ashoke and Ashima to Kolkata but a journey of the protagonist’s slowly coming back to his roots rather than going far away from it as he was never actually there.

The Bojack Everyman

Even though the BoJack World is a world where birds talk, horses sleep lying on their back , dogs are not loyal and cats are Hollywood Agents ,BoJack Horseman is the most realistic series I’ve come across in a very long time. Why so? Because it is a world of “worldly” problems and predicaments. I started watching the series at a point , where I had to encounter some really shitty people and really shitty situations. If I map out the time when I started watching it and the time when I finished it , the path between the two would be very stoney , but at the other end of it stands a stronger and free self of mine, a share of credit of which definitely goes to BoJack Horseman.

Let me start with BoJack then. Can selfish be the right word for him? Apparently yes, but delving deep into him would bring out a lot of regret and a constant will to change himself. Every time the silver lining was at his threshold, it got snatched away from him . But still, he never stopped trying to be better. He knew he had an extra point from the other assholes of the world because he knew and accepted he was one . Even when the world would be against it, he will hide from it for sure but surely will come out and face it.

Princess Carolyn , the workaholic, super strong and super independent agent turned manager turned producer, is the Capricorn of the characters. We all know someone like her who would take nothing but perfection. She will do anything for her close ones , though very few people can enter the ” close to Princess Carolyn zone” . Her characters shows how an independent person also needs someone to depend on, someone who will let her depend without letting her loose her independence even a tad. She shows that it is never late to search for that one particular piece that would finish the puzzle of your perfect life, the piece that was needles and Judah for her.

Now, the one whom I am most excited to write about . Diane Nyugen. It has been very long, since I related to someone so strongly, maybe when I was reading Harry Potter, such a strong connection happened last. She came off as indifferent, someone who does not care about anything much and is very very arrogant. But by the end of the series , you will die to have a one and one conversation with her . By gradually accepting her true self through the span of six seasons, Diane Nyugen taught me how important it is to accept yourself first in order to let people or expect people to accept you. She taught me that life turns into a mess , and it is okay if you cannot stand up , it is okay to lie down there for a while after all it is your mess and a part of your being. She taught me that it is okay to loose it on people and not everyone has the capacity or capability or patience of those layers of you and see the real you. Not everyone deserves that too. And someday someone will be able to dig all the way down there and will embrace it. Just like “guy” of Diane who gave her that faith where she could say , ” I don’t trust the happiness in my life to last, but I trust him and I am not scared”. How asking for a little help to clear out the mess is okay and if they do , you know the rest.

Todd, Mr. Peanutbutter, Hollyhock, Herb, Penny every other character shows different sides of day to day and some non day to day issues one faces in life.

So BoJack Horseman is Everyman, Princess Carolyn is Everyman, Diane is Everyman just like you’re the Everyman of your life. Everyman who came out of being an asshole , from an addiction , a trauma or some physical or mental illness, just like BoJack Horseman.

I see a dark , deep dungeon

I see a dark , deep dungeon.

I am falling into it .Slowly, painfully.

When I look up , I see faces calling me up.

Some are giving their hands to pull me up as well.

Yet , I am falling into it gradually.

On some days, I feel a flash of soothing sunlight falling on my face.

But it doesn’t last long.

Sometimes , it comes again , but without the fortifying warmth.

Sometimes, I mistake a bit of light on my face for the Sun.

I open my eyes, it was just a firefly.

The Withheld Summer

The Withheld Summer

The bustle of one bus standing in the bus stop to take in as many people as it can

The people catching my eye while walking in the sidewalk while I sit at the farthesr window ~seat of the bus

The smile on my face of seeing a red flame tree on my way

The disappointment on the face of the woman with three bags after she misses the bus just because she was not fast enough

The conversation between a grandfather and his granddaughter , while the grand father takes the granddaughter back from school

All these seem like Summer now. some transient episodes , like a grasshopper lamenting the cricket’s departure, which once seemed mundane to our post ~modern mindsets. It once existed and surely will exist again but after this long phase of winter where ironically all the elements of Spring are thriving.

I have Lost Everything for You

I have Lost Everything for You

I have lost everything, Spring said to Winter.

All my blossoms, greenery – Everything.

You came and took away all my colour.

now it’s dark , gloomy and.. confusing!

nothing else can prevail once you arrive

How can you be so selfish?

Spring asked..and Left..

Winter smirked and thought,

If only you knew,

I have to be harsh, for you to be a lover – soothing as you are.

I have to be destructive, so that everyone gets how beautifully constructive you are. I have to be numb, so that they understand you are not

I have to be me, for them to appreciate who you are.

Caged

Caged

Weren’t we in a lockdown from some point of time in our life? Lockdown as we know is the closing of everything, the stagnation of our ‘’normal way’’ of life. But who can derive something definitive about what actually is normal? One can say that normal is what we have been doing since infancy. But as we grow older that ‘’normal’’ daily lifestyle changes as well, doesn’t it?

What is our present state of mind now? What almost all of us want to do now?To be set free from the bondage of something right?Be it home or/and the fear of something. But isn’t this what we face or seek most of our lives as well/ Even if when we could do ‘’whatever we want to’’, could we or did we actually did, whatever we wanted to?Did we just wake up one day with an extreme urge of going to Alaska or maybe even Nebraska and gone there just because we could do whatever we wanted to? Because life isn’t that easy, not now, and it never was.

Most of the people roaming the Earth lives in a state of lockdown for their whole life. Their life ends with an unfulfilled desire of going out or more precisely coming out. The people forced to live by their undesired gender identity. The people who went out , yes, went out of their houses everyday but were too scared to independently live by their sexual preference, choice of clothes, job etc. Weren’t they in a state of lockdown?Or are’nt they still in a lockdown?

The thing that troubles us is our lock up more than the lock basically! But weren’t we locked up from living our heart out ?loving our heart out? Aren’t we still? I can’t help but remember what Red from The Shwashank Redemption said,

I’M TELLING YOU, THESE WALLS ARE FUNNY.”

“First you hate them. Then you get used to them. Enough time passes, it gets so you depend on them. That’s institutionalized”

The Alibi in Japan

Japan, Spring ~ A human enters a house of made of wood. It is April 8th. This year , Cherry Blossom is scheduled to come on the 19th. The human thought, what is he going to do in these 11days. He cannot even go back to where he came from, it will break his alibi. It’s that time of the year when the human commits the crime every year . But by the blessing of the cosmos , he gets the way of redemption. Mother Earth and Life conspire with each other to give way for peace. “Peace” ~the human thought, it has become a mockery of the magnanimity nowadays . But who was he to talk about that? This year too, on the 19th , he will be one of the many people who will go to The Sakura Front and watch the blooming. The Yoshino Cherry Tree always wins the tussle and blooms first. The petals will fall on his head, his shoulders and he will dust them off, but maybe not this year. He will see thousands and hundreds of faces there that day . Those unfamiliar faces will seem so kind, so familiar. Then the human will close his eyes and think about his crime, the crime that he is committing at this very moment and the also the arrangement for his alibi that he is making ~ at this very moment. Those red flowers that only bloom during spring in his country will never forgive him. The streets that are covered with the same flowers, the flower reflecting on the white buildings ~ all these scenarios would mark him as an offender. But they will not be able to do anything more than that as he has his alibi ready already. It’s 19th of April . The Yoshino Cherry has bloomed , as every year, he has witnessed it and he is free again from all his sins for a year. He won’t dust them off his shoulder this year , he will let them stay , but who is he to let them stay?After all , the human knows it’s fleeting nature. It’s transience.

Asked and Answered

Ever since I read The Kite Runner and now that I am reading A Thousand Splendid Suns, I have been very much interested about Afghanistan. They have changed my outlook towards Afganistan in a great manner. It moved me to think how the people there woke up one day and their lives just changed. They saw their motherland change, they saw it turn into debris both literally and figuratively. Everyday I searched different places of Afghanistan before and after 1970s.

But the present state of Afghanistan always had a foggy existence to me. But 2days before when I was returning from college I saw an exhibition of photographs portraying Kabul through its mayhem journey and its present life. Immediately I knew I will have to go there. So the next day I was awestruck seeing the beautiful photographs of the always beautiful city of Afghanistan. All the places I read about like Shar-e-naw , the portrayal of Hazaras.

The feeling was exactly the same as the feeling you get when you see the movie adaption of a book you just read. It was like Pride and Prejudice with the perfect Mr.Darcy in it.

To the Girl yet to be Born

To the Girl yet to be Born

If they let you come, the moment you come, they will decide whom you will love

If they let you come, they will put you in a school where there will only be humans of your gender

Because that will be safer for you

But during a crisis men would be the ones who will be called to save you , because obviously you are not enough to save yourself

If they let you come , they will stare at you in such a way , you would be bound to think what is wrong with you

If they let you come, they would never allow you to enter pure places in your impure state, but you giving birth would be considered the purest thing on Earth

If they let you come, they will save seats for you in public transport, because obviously you are not able to stand as them being the weaker sex

And if they let you come, they would say You had better not come.