Dear Readers,
My O my! what a pleasure to be back to Dilli time and again. First of all let me tell you that as I write this latest post, I am inhaling the pious and scholastic air of the Teen Murti library. After a long hiatus, I am back to this cave of knowledge and wisdom located in proximity to the palatial Teen Murti Bhawan. After a long time, I am breathing this peculiar air containing mixed odors of conditioned air, wooden stacks, new hardbound copies of latest International arrivals and seductive perfumes of ladies wearing cotton saris.
A day in Dilli after long intervals of braving intense heat and solitude of Bikaner sands is generally a happy day. It is a pleasure to drive on the roads with the 95 FM station playing numbers which you would die for to listen to in your college days. What a lucky day it is for me today that as I took the right turn for the race course road, the station started playing Coldplay's 'Yellow' and later, one of my all-time favorites- Springesteen. The state of ecstasy was escalated to the level of mysticism when Dido's 'sand in my shoes' was played.
There is a reason for this. When I was a student, I heard Dido for the first time on my friend's I-Pod. I did not have enough money then to buy a 40 GB wonder gadget and was so thrilled to have at my finger-tips most of the titles of world music. That night I kept on listening to her as she engulfed me in her caressing voice. Years after that fateful night, I heard the songs again (this time too on somebody else' I-Pod), but the venue was Palolem beach. A strange affinity exists between Dido and the sea-shore and I grasped this fact in the truest spirit at that time when the sounds of crashing waves in the song matched the rhythm of waves wetting my feet.
Since quite some time now, I have this intense longing to travel to Goa and drench my soul in those mysterious waves. I have been there many times, all alone. This time I seek a companion. I have my own set of demands. Although I am not as demanding as you would imagine me to be but at times you have no option but to covet what exactly you want for it has been denied to you since the beginning. I want my partner (not to sound like Dido!) to possess a sense of loss like the gravity of a jump off the cliff and a desire for love like the beating of waves on the shore which always sends them back to the deep.
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