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.
Dear readers, here is a short story I wrote some time ago. Hope you like it!
“I can’t wait to go to Mumbai!’ he cried, jumping up and down around his mother, who didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm. But of course, he didn’t let that bother him. He was too excited to care.
“Stop irritating me, Rama.” His mother was busy in the kitchen, her fingers expertly kneading the dough for the hot rotis (Indian bread) they were to have in a while. He plopped himself onto the platform, beside the dough bowl, desperate to get her attention.
“Do you know what I plan to do there?”, he asked, holding his mother’s face in his tiny hands, forcing her to look at him.
Hi Friends, It’s been quite a long time since I posted something here. Well, what can I say, I was quite taken in by this new visual medium of graphic designing and now I am addicted!
I am eager to know your feedback and can’t wait to share more….hope you enjoy them 🙂
In the comedy “Groundhog Day” Bill Murray experienced the same day again and again, stuck in a time loop until he got the day “right.” What day would you choose to repeat until you got it right? Do you think it’s ever possible to get life “right”?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us REPETITION.
The day started off
as any other,
that, it was,
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!
Weekly writing challenge: A pinch of You
This week, we want a window into the complexity that is you. We want your best recipes.
We don’t mean we want your best recipe for fried chicken, we want the recipe for all the bits and pieces and quirks and foibles and loves that make you you.
Here’s a juicy titbit….a starter you can munch on while you go through my delicious kandi curry recipe!
Do you know my surname- kandicuppa comprises of 2 words-
Kandi meaning yellow dal/lentils and
Cuppa (pronounced cooppa!) meaning heap. (in Telugu, which is an Indian language)
so my ancestors are from a place where there was an abundance of dal/lentils!
Isn’t that interesting?!
Now here’s the recipe! 🙂 enjoy!!
A little bit of innocence in the jar,
A little bit of cheeky fun by the bar,
A dash of fiery temper, into the mix,
a hint of sweet smile, playing on the lips,
A little bit of attitude on the go,
— Nigel Britto (@NigelBritto) July 14, 2013
What’s in a name?
Shakespeare once asked,
A lot it seems,
if you go by the stats!,
half of Bombay,
Some first impressions are meant to last for eternity..
while others fade into oblivion…which would you rather prefer?
It’s not that easy an answer… 🙂
It was our first trip…
to my Uncle’s place,
who had shifted here,
with bag and baggage.
I was excited about
seeing their home,
(It is in one of the ‘posh’est of zones,)
We left our house
on a nice Sunday,