by Rahul Bhattacharya on Friday, 04 March 2011 at 01:43
on my way back from a seminar in baroda...very much in a rush...had just moved into my 'house by the lake' ...three days ago...rushed to baroda...attended a seminar...presented a paper....canned a interview...made life long friends with rajiv...totally FU to prohibition in gujrat.
moreover after ages i had managed to present a decent paper, and i realised that even complete desertion and neglect could not possibly wash away the department of art history.....more than any other place in the country whre in terms of disiplinary art history...even walls speak.
loved the young students i met there...
lamented the impact of powerpoint presentaions on art teaching.....
much was happening
was waiitng waiitng to make a call...had not called home for 3 days in a row...knew that ma always worried that i will over sleep and miss my early morning flight.
security checked at 4.30...hungry...no engligh new paper at the air port.
nostalgic memories of airports with smoking zones.
so with a all knowing suprise suprise smile...i call home
bapi picks up the phone.
then all i can feel is one dark hollow...just words...
descprition of ma fainting...falling ...hurting herself....
the proudest and the most upright woman i had seen....
totally out of control of her body...helpless...and in pain
ma in pain
it had been 2 days now
by that evening we knew that ma's cancer had spread to her brain...
and then ..slowly slowly ma left....and the meaning of life changed for ever...
the meaning of home changed for ever....
tonight boo left....
the meaning of faith changed for ever.
this year has been on the run
cheers to running
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