Monday, February 22, 2010

Of Books, Art & Finding Treasures

The Road to Yesterday - can something sound  more nostalgic, more romantic? I discovered this beautiful book, crushed under a huge stack of books at Connaught Place, Delhi.  Its cover made me dream  - of long forgotten, honey drenched stories, of love stories blossoming in summer, and love growing through generations... It turned out better. Full of delightful different stories about different people from the same quaint little town, it fills the heart with endless joy.



My favourite story from the other marvels in its 402 pages is this cute lil, dear darling happy story about a pair of crazy twins who, like children all over the world, are always pretending silly and funny things. One fine  summer day they meet this bored, haunted millionaire and somehow end up yapping about their one totally crazy wish - to restore an old, forgotten house they call Orchard Knob - don't you just love the name?? Orchard Knob - so silly and cute and childish - fragrant like forgotten summer holidays... they love the house because its lonely and looks like it could do with some company. Don't we all?

The millionaire - like it happens only in books - fulfills their wish- and the twins go wild with their crazy imagination decorating the house...

"a dear little blue china cabinet with bouqets painted on its doors, and wonderful brocade curtains for the living room that were between spring-green and pale gold."



Sigh! The sweetness, the happiness, spilling from the pages, the impractical and bizaree imagination only a child can have and how it all ends happily after all... I have no idea why I loved this particular story so much...but then, do we ever know why we love those we love?

Made me nostalgic for my childhood dreams, "ice cream colored" dreams - dreams of a perfect book of fairy tales, so big I couldn't pick it with one hand - so perfect it had a beautiful fairy tale for each day of the year; dreams of having my own room, full of books and Archies and comics and all the time in the world to read them; dreams of a jar full of chewing gum, resplendent in all its unwrapped glory;  ...of those days when secrets really did mean secrets only you knew - or you and your sibling :) when promises were sacred stuff never to be broken, and words once said, were honored; when one wrote with a fountain pen and bought stamps from carefully collected pocket money to send letters and birthday cards to dear ones far away...


And a lovely, foggy day found us at The National Museum of Fine Arts in Delhi - could never go there during my 9 year long relationship with the city.. and during a recent weekend fling with the city, I finally went there... lucky for me, the ongoing exhibition focused on Indian paintings from the 18th century till the recent times.

Soaked in the skill of miniature paintings, the strokes of Kalighat Patas, the timelessness of a Raja Ravi Verma, the vibrancy of an Amrita Shergill (she was so young and talented - why did she die so soon?), the boldness of Jatin Kumar Dass, the colors of a Hussain, the weirdness of a Tagore (some of his work were masterpieces, but some..??)...

...and yearned for those lost days of brush and turpentine oil and colors and thick sheets... 


Among other things, discovered this beautiful painting lying on the floor of an unused kitchen at a distant relative's place...love at first sight. Like finding a hidden treasure... 



I didn't have my camera, had to use mobile.



after years of struggle, queuing up in queues and filling endless forms with borrowed pens, having thelle ke cholle kulche, numerous trips to South Campus - dragging my unselfish sweet friends and Him along, near heart attacks and endless tears when I thought I had lost all my documents....Delhi University finally granted me my degree. Graduate in English Honors.. . something to smile about ... finally :)

24 comments:

blunt edges said...

"...of those days when secrets really did mean secrets only you knew - or you and your sibling :) when promises were sacred stuff never to be broken..."
i totally loved that line...wonderfully nostalgic! :D

Beauty and the BEast said...

siiiigh!! I love reading about all those little things you notice and then remind the world to take notice...

:*

rainboy said...

//smiling\\

Khamakha said...

succha dreamy post..just like the author of this blog!

Congratz...am so so happy..:)calls for a celebration :D

Chandrika Shubham said...

Cute discription. :)

Anonymous said...

Good stuff, and congrats..

the curious cat in me (hopefully will not kill me) is however keen to understand how 1983ites happen to get their degree in 2010... especially coz, your command over the language IS good enough to have warranted a prompter award of the degree ;-)

Enlightenment awaits me!

DIM.

rain girl said...

@DIM... I didn't want to reply so soon :P but anyways...

how do you know i was born in 1983????

as for your curiosity, well, one can do BA in 5 years... and as I was pursuing other diploma courses + job, so I finished it in 4 years :P Trust me, my command over English ain't what it used to be :(

and DU gives degree two years after u have cleared the final exam. They gave me a few months late - and by then, 2010 had rolled in...

Phew! I never thought I would reveal so much personal info ever on a public blog!!

rain girl said...

@blunt edges... seriously! I so wish I knew a secret which no one else knew :P

ummm.. make that a nice secret!

rain girl said...

@B&B... lil things make up our world na.. :* thankuu

rain girl said...

@rainboy... :D :D

rain girl said...

@Khamakha.. :D aaja lele treat .. :P issi bahane we will meet na :)

rain girl said...

@CS.. thank you :) and welcome here.. :)

Anonymous said...

Okay okay, the cat and its curiosity is satisfied.

Re your question, well, Big Brother is watching you, and 1984 was anyway just a year away ;-)

Seriously though, it is just a piece of information one knew by your comments on one of my posts.... Which one? Surprisingly the one titled, 1983.

Btw, if your command aint what it used to be, it must have been awesome then. Keep writing....

:-)

DIM

commited to life said...

will definately read the book... sounds intersting

rain girl said...

@DIM... hehehe.. flattery gets u everywhere :P

take care :)

rain girl said...

@committed to life.. if you do, please share if you liked it :)

R3d3MpTioN said...

...of those days when secrets really did mean secrets only you knew - or you and your sibling :) when promises were sacred stuff never to be broken...

I know I sound like blunt edge .. but it reminds me of the wonderful days of innocence

AbrahamNee said...

I do like ur article~!!! ........................................

rain girl said...

@R3d3mption: (it took me a full minute to guess your moniker!!) :P

yeah, those were the days... *sigh* when ice cream was a 3 rs orange bar and no one what cornetto was :P

oh hell!!

and welcome here, sweets!

rain girl said...

@Abraham Nee: thank you so much! :)

rebelONrise said...

congrats babe!

this blog is so full of love n warmth...like im sipping a hot masaledaar cup of chai.. :)

rain girl said...

@RebelonRise: aww thanks sweetheart!! :* love you so much!! and you are so like that cup of chai urself - masaledarr n inspiring!! ;)

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很用心的blog,推推哦 ........................................

bob said...

thanks