BlissTarang

Bittu lived in a suburban neighborhood. Growing up on street cricket, economical nukkad, religious mornings, lazy evenings, rationed public utilities, parroted curriculum…time whisked past witnessing one World Cup Win in 1983 to another in 2011. What seemed like a Tourist Visa for relaxation, fun, carefree, indulgence, idealistic thinking as a child gave way to the prisons of dogma, race, fear, insecurity, power. Then  a phenomenon happened onto him over a period of days, weeks, perhaps few years…his questions changed from that of his circle of sentiments…his gaze became curious and yet steady…his speech started becoming stirring and yet soothing…he changes his role for most part of the time to one that of witness than of judge-advocate. He started realizing that the reach of reason is the breach of reality. The Gap between Eternal Right and the Emerging Right is ever widening. Bittu is now romancing sometimes with Solitude in Himalayas and sometimes addressing s...

February Heat of the Year 2010 was a fiery torch & torture in an utmost interior of Punjab. We stopped by for refreshments at a simple roadside mud-bamboo architecture. We had just relished few sips of mint-sugarcane juice when a lengthy Mercedes stopped as if on a smooth silk slide. This seemingly serene event didn’t go down well with a few street dogs. They came charging in on the car and started announcing their angst in vocals. The guys inside of the Mercedes had to disappear without the sweet rejuvenation. Meanwhile the shop-wallah commented that these dogs usually don’t get to see Mercedes and hence would have been scared so as to stage the act. Around a week back another similar thing happened. Just that this time the venue was Andheri, Mumbai and the stimuli was a bullock-cart. Treatment was almost the same from the canine species. But then they didn’t bark at the passing Mercedes a few meters away and lo!… a following Hummer met with the exact bullock-car...