Days on Fast forward

Before you knew it, months flew off from 2016, and here we are, in August, already.

A lot of new things happened, some for the best, some heartbreaking. College ended, faculty retired, there was a lot of nostalgia. In the meanwhile, almost as if a parallel story was running, I got selected into one of the premier institutes in the country, met a whole bunch of people from completely different backgrounds and upbringing than mine. I wish I could write about each person here at the Tata Institute of Social Sciences; each one is a reservoir of stories, told and untold.

What is happening is essentially a rediscovering of self, or as they like to call it here, unlearning and re-learning. I’ve been placed in a disability setting for fieldwork with a great partner, hence learning here happens on multiple levels. People constantly surprise you, you get bombarded with assignments, and then there are a dozen other activities happening, you wait eagerly for a respite…but before you know it, it’s fieldwork day again! In between, birthdays, celebrations, outings, outbursts, sickness all happen, but they are never the defining parts of the bigger picture. Before you know, it’s ‘tomorrow’ already. The fast forward here will wind up, in 2 years. In the meanwhile, the winds here will blow upon us, shaping, changing, informing, forging new bonds.

So far, so good.

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Musings

It’s funny how the ‘inspiration for writing’ strikes at the most inopportune of times. Often at a position of disadvantage, the writer finds himself at a loss for action, physically going on about his work, while a lilting melody sails through the oceans of artistry in the heart… 😉

One more poem, one more musing, another trifling thought, from a silly heart…

By the brook near the tree

The boy sat

Quietly, watching the little pouches of water

Emptying themselves into the stream.

He wished to do the same,

For in his mind was mayhem

Thousands of thought, rushing by,

Like the rivulet gushing by.

By the meandering rivulets

The boy sat,

Skipping stone after stone,

Into the great waters afore.

Searching for succour.

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There came by another Lilliput,

The brother of the boy.

Happy silence was shared

Eyes, came to an understanding…

Sometimes you don’t say things,

Sometimes, nothing needs to be said.

He wasn’t given an answer,

Answers, he did not seek.

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Sometimes all you need is people,

To have a hearty laugh with.

Sometimes all you need is a person,

With an understanding heart.

Life isn’t always fair,

You aren’t always in tune,

But if you have a company

Who will just, sing along

The journey becomes easy, the miles can be clocked.

CHOICES

A decision, taken with a heavy heart…

For the better or for the worse

Oh, how much my heart flounders!

Trembles as it seeks to weigh choices alluring…

But a stance has to be taken,

Though with a heavy heart.

A falling leaf does not know, to land or to flutter

Yet it must trust, on the wind that carries it.

The leaf in the soil, the heart in its bonds;

Alike, yet different.

For one must do what force bids it to,

The other must learn to risk and live,

Frail, both.


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