The City and Its Landscapes, Rakesh
There is a restlessness in the city. Everyday, people roam the streets, with their inner landscapes, tussling with it amidst others, on roads which are like the lines on our finger tips - which cannot be removed, erased. From where one stands, one can sense the present time, look back and see time that has passed, but no corner of the time to come can be seen. Ahead, there is a sky. The sky flows into time that is to come, it is the intimation of things to come. Time watches everyone through the frames it makes with its different weights and scales. Nothing is hidden from the eyes of time.
What does the mirror that reflects the everyday thoughts of living, of the capacity and will to live, say to us? We live in the same place, in the same time, with similar hungers, similar hopes and desires... then how is it that the directions we want to proceed in become so contrary to each other, pulling in different directions? What are these divergent streams emerging from the various sounds and the conditions of our lives? When we pause somewhere to look at them closely, they look back at us with slanting eyes. When we look from above, they seem deep. When we look from in front, their time seems eternal, endless.
When we make images from what was, and what is in Nangla, are we a thread entangling itself in other threads, or are we like a waterfall in a mountain, cutting through rocks, paving some kind of a way, a path?
After seeing so much in life, what is it that can be called "normalcy" in life? Who is "normal"? You, or I, or someone else?
Today there is anger in peoples' eyes, a fire in their hearts, a defeat on their foreheads. The one doing all this is in front of us, but there is nothing to be done about it. What kind of a situation is this?
When we make images from what was, and what is in Nangla, are we a thread entangling itself in other threads, or are we like a waterfall in a mountain, cutting through rocks, paving some kind of a way, a path?
After seeing so much in life, what is it that can be called "normalcy" in life? Who is "normal"? You, or I, or someone else?
Today there is anger in peoples' eyes, a fire in their hearts, a defeat on their foreheads. The one doing all this is in front of us, but there is nothing to be done about it. What kind of a situation is this?
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