Socratified....
Saturday, November 06, 2004
 
Pure Joy
Bapuji walks briskly followed meticulously by a thousand other khadi-clad men gasping for breath. A dark-skinned old man shows his toothless bliss without the slightest inhibition. Green fields converse intensely with the scorching hot sun. A bespectacled young guy runs to catch the leftovers of a crowded metropolitan bus. Kalam shakes hands with thrilled prep-school kids looking right into the camera. Sachin flashes a backfoot drive watched by a euphoric saffron crowd in the background. A man with white turban wipes lassi stains off his beard with a swipe of his strong left wrist. A couple in loud ethnic wear touch the feet of an old woman seated in a wired chair. A short lad in loose khaki shorts waves at a passing-by train. A middle-aged banker adjusts his tie before entering his workplace.Kapil strolls down with a big grin to hold the World Cup for the first time. A group of teen-aged girls dance to the tunes emanating from a sharp sitar. A spruce young man writes integral calculus on the black-board, watched by a class of young boys in dark-green sweaters. A thousand colours light up the smoggy Diwali sky. A lonely peacock walks in the dense forest in its complete manifestations. A bearded old man takes a dip in chill water as dawn takes a peep at him. Vishy Anand returns to an Indian airport and is photographed with the fresh red tilak that sits on his forehead. Steam gently flows out from a Silver glass of hot coffee placed on a polished wooden table. Amitabh stares at people on the streets from an old magazine in the stall. Zakir Hussain caresses the Tabla as his hair sways mildly in thin breeze. A bright yellow kite and its green tail fight nothingness on the red evening terrace. The World Trade Centre in Mumbai stands tall and majestic as it waits for the future. There's a small jerk and I open my eyes. Chaurasia opens his eyes too; after accomplishing an outburst of Desh raag on his elegant brown flute....


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