my only audience

Thought about Mehrangad …(remember I mentioned that I saw it on the Air India tickets)that’s when I thought that I need to write something apart from what I think about people…take some theme be it some inanimate things or some made up situations.

If a localite had to gaze at the fort besides me; how dissimilar would my thoughts be from his/her? I am able to regard two likelihoods right now…one – I know I could only travel back to my school days and unearth my history books, failing wretchedly to get something on Mehrangad and then I would arrive in time and say something as a mode of escapism, ‘this fort has really been a strong structure which swallowed and endured so many wars while my mind might be hammering please don’t ask me who fought against whom or in which year? Apparently, I may lay my hand on the wall and convince the audience (just the localite) that yes it is a sturdy and well-built fort.

Second- I could flee into the world of interiors and hues of folklore. Trying to dream with my open eyes royal upholsteries in dark dyes, flags and streamers rousing effortlessly in the cerulean sky stirring a sense of belonging to the soil. I would disappear in stupor with echoes of trumpets, the votes of the ‘prajah’ surrendering theirs physical and mental valor to the highness…

 The robust porters standing like mannequins as I cross the threshold of the entrance hall of the fort. Just while I pretend to ignore the thought that I am being watched …I get a whiff of strong talisman or is it the fragrance of the incense sticks. None of the two were right. It’s the smell of camphor or called ‘dhup’ used to confine a baby from the evil eye or bad omen. Perhaps it’s the trace of the new inheritor to the throne. This elucidates the fort being so lite up and vibrant.

10:43 AM - Wednesday, February 1, 2006 - post comment