Circus of Life, Leaf
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Dawn: One

Dawn 1
New Delhi

Dawn is comes every day. As outside like inside, mostly by the time it is ending. That feeling of a day gone. And all the imagination of doing and doing more rests.

Inspiration is something one has to seek every where each moment. But it is as true that inspiration will come but it should find you working. I discovered Seth’s blog and heard him the other day. I am liking people who are wearing and predicting future with stats. I would like you to go and hear some of his talks if you still haven’t heard him.

Rasool’s edit is done and I have sent it for approval. By noon tomorrow it should be approved and I hope to publish and make it live for the world night short of Indian Independence Day. I hope I can help Rasool. I have no idea if I fail to collect any amount, I do not think Rasool will see any day after  100th day. He is down with all kinds of chronic diseases there would be since dawn of life. I do not know how will he manage. I hope I can make some difference to his life.

The moon was absent last night. It worked. I met a friend whom I have given the most time in last eleven years of my life. I even cinematographed a film for him. It was a beautiful story and we had worked very hard. Its been four years and he is still editing, says all about the mindset. So to my dismay or his I am certain not to continue our relationship for another day. Not because of the film at all. That is not another leaf in the big tree. It is only because in last eleven years we as a team has failed to produce anything meaningful. And in the new world if there is no growing, there cannot be any bro-ing. It is just a waste of my time. I dropped him at Kashmere Gate. I looked at him in eye one more time. I remember looking at him with the similar feeling of leaving a year ago In Kashmir. It isn’t a volcano like feeling. Probably I have no feelings at all. If there is anything, it is certainty, of decision.

I ate food from my sisters hand tonight. It filled me. Our mother, I could taste in her hands.

12.8.18

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Hello, My name is Narayan. I am a teacher and an Ethnographer. After college i opted for teaching in far away villages of the Himalayas and later in Central rural India. And gradually as I wandered along the local streams and rivers, unending fields i learnt not only about myself but India and what is it to be Indian, living with various families throughout India. And to tell you, there is nothing more than a smile and an effort to make their children lives better that makes them happy. I have been independently working as a writer, photographer and filmmaker. For past many years I have been travelling the Indian subcontinent teaching and extensively documenting rural and her communities. Learning and understanding culture, communication and various ways of human mind and body. I am a student of History and did my masters in it. And later studied Sanskrit. When you realise the alignment of your spirit with the world around you, winds take you to places in the Himalayas, where you learn the ancient Yogic way of nerve healing, I can't really know myself but since then all the above mentioned things altogether has helped me generously to enter homes for shelter and food in the night. I come back to Delhi. Here mother and I run a small school for children.

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