It is a
brand new year and I was just thinking how to give a new start to this blog. But
then I realized that my blog, much like my life, has been a series of fits and
starts. Perhaps that is how it is supposed to be.
My writing
has been pretty scattered the past year what with verses written on tissue
papers, short stories noted on cellphone, and blog posts on the university
website. As a result, this space got easily ignored. Now, as I begin the end of
my journey at IIFT, I decided to bare my thoughts here on this old space of
mine.
Blood is made of a red
substance; they call it haemoglobin.
But madness is made of
a substance which they haven’t named yet.
It is made of songs
sung tunelessly in the dark streets around Sanjay Van.
It is made of dreadful
PJs that emerge from minds that don’t know how to crack jokes because they haven’t
learnt the art of laughter.
It is made of steel. Steel bars of the benches
where we sat for hours that disappeared in the web of time.
It is made of power
banks. Power banks that we snatched from each other because our phones were
never fully charged.
It is made of khakras and theplas that they brought every
time they came from home.
It is made of chairs where we sat and sipped
bournvita.
It is made of crumbs. Crumbs and remains of the rusk biscuits that accompanied
the bournvita and the tea.
It is made of chilli potatoes. Chilli potatoes and paneer tikkas that
we ate at buffets where we gorged till food threatened to kill us.
It is made
of hands. Hands and legs which moved in every whichever way when we danced
inebriated with laughter in the atrium.
It is made of wings. The wings of
wisdom that we saw everyday as we devoured the sunlight while walking towards
the ice cream stall.
Our madness is made of
a million things. Bits and pieces. Bits and pieces of rights and wrongs, dread
and jubilation, thoughts and sensations. Some tiny and some long. Tiny moments
snatched in an eye-roll and long hours spent studying presentations.
They say blood makes
you related.
But they don’t know that madness makes you family.
