The stunning wall makes the perfect backdrop to the tiny train
Check out my new piece “A feast for the eyes” on SodaBottleOpenerWala, only at The Open Dosa! With all the pictures to prove it.
It was a piece put together over a meal and hours of staring at the walls of the restaurant instead of my food. I think capturing an experience is a tough enterprise, when there’s so much to include and exclude. I’m hoping I got my readers to see the place through my eyes for at least a little while, whatever their own opinions might be.
It’s up on my blog as of July at https://sarcypavi.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/a-feast-for-the-eyes/
School is over and we get home in the heat that I don’t remember particularly well. The boys talk, I listen, and as we pull up in their car I look at you. You are at the door. Somehow you were always there, waiting for us. I get out and am happy to be home. After washing away the sticky-sweaty day of children, we eat the yummy things you made for us. You always made it fun with your silly accents, and as we played with our food I was happy.
We were never messy, just silly, the lot of us. Serving ourselves, acting grown-up. How badly I wanted to be grown-up back then, driving that car like your best friend. Her Reva was a fantasy for me, somehow that has stayed with me, from age 8 to 18, it was a toy I longed for.
I think back, I remember the macaroni, the little samosas, the bakes, the meals you made so lovingly. What I remember more was the time you spent with us. The games we played. The kids’ shows you sat through. The art projects we embarked on. The visits to the park. The train journeys we spent hours of our lives on. The pooris we made together. The stories you read us. All the times you listened when I came home sad, the way you didn’t make my problems small. I remember those days.
It seems so long ago. Our roles have shifted. We talk to each other about our days, it is different. My thoughts are my own. You share more, I share less, but the balance has worked itself out. I am not a child, but I am your child. I cannot and do not want to forget that, even though you make me want to sometimes.
Every time I ride my motorcycle through Bangalore I wonder at the absolute insanity of some of my fellow commuters.
For instance, I know that indicators were invented for a reason, but hundreds of other people really don’t seem to. Even when they know that a simple push of a button to turn the indicator on could save a lot of trouble (and lives) people insist on swerving into your path like they don’t care if you crash into them. At least look in your mirrors before you do this, you uncouth monkeys! But even that is too difficult when you are riding far over what the speed limit and common sense dictate.
Everybody is always in a hurry, and drive/ride like they really don’t care what happens to other people on the road. And if they are riding slowly, they do it in the most annoying way possible, basically in the middle of the road or blocking any possibility of overtaking them. And that leads me to another point, these slow-movers rarely move to a side unless you make it sufficiently inconvenient for them to keep ignoring you, i.e. by creating a racket with your high-pitched horn.
The horn method also works on pedestrians who casually stroll without any sense of urgency while crossing the road, or those pedestrians that stand in the middle of the road admiring the sky or whatever, or even those pedestrians who insist on walking on the road when there is a perfectly good pavement built for their use.
Now, I must come to the other part of my rant, being a pedestrian in a world dominated by law-breaking riders who ride on the aforementioned pavements, who ride way too fast on small roads where there really is no pavement, who insist on installing really loud annoying horns, who have no mufflers so they roar and make the earth shake( this is a general complaint as a person who is easily disturbed by loud sounds, especially during the first couple of stages of the sleep cycle)!
This feels like a topic that could go on forever so I will stop myself before you think I am the most annoying person who ever ranted. 😛