DIARY...

  There is no singular aspect to anything in life. At least that’s what my perspective has been in a life of nineteen years (and then some). Before writing this, I was studying my idioms, and the idiom ‘knit brows’ appeared just above ‘kith and kin’, which I felt was so very perfect to describe what I am going through at the moment. There are certain things that don’t make much sense to you beyond your engagement until they do start realizing around you and about you. The love story between Peshwa Bajirao and Mastani was of course an inter-cultural romantic tragedy, but broadly it was about an emperor who fought and won many battles against many emperors in his lifetime but lost the battle against his very own, the people he called family. I am no emperor facing a romantic tragedy, and my previous blog gave a steady (and real) impression of the fact that I do, in fact, love my parents and some of my other relatives and cousins with whom I am attached to. But then comes this dar...

  Not many days before the one on which this blog has been published, a kind soul and a helpful collaborator of mine had told me that I should think higher of myself than I usually do because I am ‘brilliant’ at things. While brilliance, of course, is subjective and aspirational, and something that I strive to achieve at a higher level throughout the various standpoints of my life and over time my capacity to think more, write more, and of course, create more remains, I also think about the roots of it. Of course, as a child, I did use to read a lot of things, and different ages made me subscribe to different things. An inclination towards spirituality slowly and gradually turned into a fascination towards mythology, which leaked into a love for folk traditions and an awareness towards my mother tongue, a passion to write and speak more often in my mother’s mother tongue that is Bhojpuri and my father’s that is Magahi. Anyone following me off this screen or on it would know that I ...