Every time I see a traditional Kerala lamp, it’s like I’m hitching a ride on a time machine and taking a trip through memory lane. Its warm glow and golden glory just whisks me back to some of the fondest memories I have of my hometown and family.
I am ashamed to say that I am a poor Delhiite. In fact, it would be more accurate for me to say that I am not a Delhiite at all. I might have been living in Delhi for the last 35 years and might have sought employment in this city and had romantic entanglements and dreamt of buying a nice house in the posh South Delhi area, but I am not a Delhiite.
In a previous blog post, I had expressed, almost giddyingly, how much I loved stories. And I’d also mentioned that the first movie I watched was the one that started my love affair with all things 70mm – Sound of Music.
I have no recollection of how old I was when I first saw this movie, but I have watched it a hundred times since and will probably score a triple century before I kick the bucket.
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When Amrita Arora shook her hips to the song that paid tribute to “Dilli ki sardi” (translated, the Winters of Delhi), two thoughts struck my mind. One, “What a God awful song that is!” and two, “They are dragging the wrong season into limelight.” If there is anything that is dreaded about Delhi (apart from the startling increase in the crimes against women) and the tomfoolery that passes for driving skills in this city, it is the duration between May and September.
It’s 2.45 in the morning and I am sitting on my terrace. The drowsiness that had been weighing on my eyelids not five minutes ago has turned into dreaminess. After standing in total silence for a while, I slip down to the floor and rest myself against the wall, my back crying out in gratitude for the support. Noddy, my dog, curls up next to me, reluctant to be out while the storm threatens to create mischief. And yet, he is apprehensive to leave me by myself. He shifts his position to be as close to me as possible and we both are comforted by each other’s presence.