Beyond the usual
I have been seriously contemplating about deleting the blog for a very long time now. There are a multitude of reasons for the same. But, the basic and most honest one is that I dont have anything new to write anymore these days. So, instead of typing a nonsensical mix of thoughts and words, it is better to graze the platform only to ground.
However, at the risk of a lot of criticism, I contradict my own statement, at least for today. As much as I complain about shortage of time, something compels me to write this today. It may not make a lot of sense, it may not even follow a meticulous chain of thought. But it is what is running helter-skelter in my mind right now.
Since a kid, colours and patterns have not only fascinated me, but at times drawn me towards them. I have a weird habit of drawing leaves and eyes whenever I have a pen in my hand, however that is not really the point here. So, I always wanted to pursue fashion designing, till the time in my XIth standard I realised, that the world of adults is really about Engineers and Doctors (though personally I can refute that any day). However, there was a gentleman whose style I always admired. Because he was elegant himself, spoke less and concentrated in his work.
Recently, I came across this anniversary issue of the magazine Verve, and it somehow manages to catch up with Shahab Durazi. An excerpt from the article reads '....Welcome to Duraziland. Images whisper. Fantasy and finery go hand in hand in a well stitched glove...... Durazi's clothes make you a confident insider. Now and zen...'. The article goes on to state how Durazi, a self acclaimed recluse, prefers to be seduced by the fabrics that he holds, instead of the cash that he can earn.
While reading the article, my initial liking for him transformed into awe and respect, and I felt a sudden kinship. Kinship? Yes. Durazi talks about questions he raises, the societal customs of politeness and air kissing that he dislikes. In short, I realised that my breed is yet not extinct. There are more who like to question.
A friend's friend told me today that I have a difefrent way of looking at things, a fresher perspective. I think I refuse to believe existing statements. Many (including those close to me), see me as a rebel. Many think that I complicate things too much for myself, by thinking too much. And many just feel, that it is the vagary of my age. I think, it is my fundamental right.
Now, I like to think. And analyse too. And then, I like to question what is that I dont understand. Now, whats wrong in that? Nothing much. Except the fact, that people senior (in age and rank), think quite negatively about me.
When I was young, I thought I will change the world. The world tried to change me, all through the years. We are still fighting, but victory sure seems near.
