Category Archives: Light-hearted
As we enter the second week of lockdown, I find myself asking such existential questions – the kind you would normally confront only when seated in a therapist’s room. I would have otherwise laughed it off, but today I decide to humour it a little and here’s how it goes…
The first seemingly obvious answer that comes to mind is of course I am me, Apurva. I am currently doing masters, having worked for a bit and so on..
Academics and career do define me to some extent but is that what makes me….me? I mean am I this Apurva, only because I am studying in so and so college or getting so and so degree? Is that all there is to me?
Having scratched the surface, I decide to prod a little more.
Then come the next set of “Maybe I am my personality, my looks, my fears, my inhibitions, my anxiety or my passion.”
But say I decide that my Apurva-ness lies in my interest in art, would that mean I am no longer Apurva if I chose to move away from this field? Now that doesn’t make any sense. I mean, people lose interest in things all the time, don’t they?
That brings me back to square one. Who am I?
What is that one thing that defines me? Is there a quality in me that is constant? Or is change the only constant? Well, then what’s the point of naming me Apurva, which means unique? Might as well have named me number 42000 or something like that.
I then happen to take a step back.
Maybe I am thinking this all wrong!
A flower in a garden, whether we call it a tulip or a rose, doesn’t really give a damn about the nomenclature, does it? It knows only to be, a flower- nothing more, nothing less.
So why can’t I be content just being a human? Why do I need to cling to a name, an identity that I can’t even really claim to be my own?
Why do I need to be distinct from everyone else?
Why can’t I be just the same?
And that’s when it hit me.
If everyone in this world thought about themselves as being essentially the same, there would be no nation, no religion, no name and no identity to fight over. People would have so much empathy for the other person that hurting them wouldn’t cross their mind.
And that’s not an easy thing to do, considering the way we are conditioned since childhood.
Maybe that’s why there are so few enlightened beings on this earth. And maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to get there.
My earliest memory,
takes me back to,
when I was three,
My crazy pink fetish,
driving my mom,
up a tree!
Shopping with me,
was her worst nightmare!,
I would cling on to a pink frock,
like a leach to your hair!
That still wouldn’t satisfy me,
I would insist on trying it on,
pirouette around and ask,
Why isn’t it twirling,
pirouette: fast turn of the body on the toes or the front part of the foot,
performed especially by a ballet dancer
Daily Prompt Challenge: STAND OUT
When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us STANDOUT.
The last time I stood out,
I was part of a skit,
Did I enjoy it?
Of course I did!
The people watching,
appreciating my act,
a thrilling experience,
no doubt about that!
After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us PERSONALITY.
I’m asked how I feel,
after a party,
if I jump and shout,
or slip out
Do I love to dance,
have some fun,
Hawkers on your left,
Hawkers on your right,
Poor old footpaths..
nowhere in sight!
Ever swelling crowds,
spilling on to the roads,
You step out of the house,
wondering why the hell on earth,
you chose to go by train,
when of planes, there was no dearth!
You then remind yourself,
At least it’s air-conditioned,
The first time I saw it, I was anything but impressed,
by the kiddish crayon graphics or the emotions expressed!
But something caught my eye, I didn’t know what it was,
till the day I heard a laugh from across the room-
where I was!