Having the leeway to start the morning lazily, without having to rush to get somewhere, is a luxury I can give myself now from time to time. So here I am , up and about much after the sun has been urging me to wake up from slumber and start the day. I’ve just finished my hot cup of tea, flavoured with crushed ginger (because I have a sore throat and because I love the flavour it imparts to the tea) and I’ve put aside the newspaper , after having been updated about what’s happening around me.
I think I have this compulsive need to communicate . If I think about it , physical proximity perhaps only comes second. I mean , I don’t mind distances in physical terms , but when there is a wall even when people are not far apart ..that I find very disconcerting. So when I write something , it is mostly to keep in touch and share my thoughts.
Some days , I glance through the papers and nothing really touches me. Sometimes , a lot of issues start pelting stones at my placidity. Today’s paper carries the news of two sisters in Noida, who had shut themselves into isolation inside their house for many months after their father died. Their mother had passed away earlier and their estranged brother is living separately. A social activist had rescued them and taken them to the hospital with the help of the police and the neighbours. They were both in a bad shape.
And I keep wondering why city life makes us live like this, sanitized within our own respective walls without wanting to reach out to our neighbours. I’ve been living in this Metro for more than thirty years now and I still have to come to terms with this aspect of the city. And I’m not reflecting on the two unfortunate sisters either. I’m wondering about their neighbours , about their relatives, about their collegues (the elder daughter was a chartered accountant) and their friends. I’m wondering about the so called “Residents’Welfare Association” , who keep putting up more and more gates to restrict entry into their colonies or sectors, for security purposes. I’m wondering about the apathy of everyone concerned. Seven months of self imposed confinement and nobody had a clue???? There is something really wrong with this world.
And now I’m wondering how our emotions must have developed from the time we came upon this planet in the present form. At what point of time, did we first become angry ? When did two human beings embrace each other with affection and realize the comfort of kinship? When did jealousy first creep into our consciousness? When did we start becoming greedy and vengeful and violent? Where is the evolution curve taking us now in terms of these emotions? The gently whirring fan above and the smiling sun outside are complicit in their silence.