Chappati & Curry

Saturday, August 09, 2008

I miss Bangalore. Its weather,roads and even that miserable traffic. Yeah probably goes to show how much am pining to be back in there. To do what? Not really sure. I just want to be back in the confines of my house or actually, just the city (for now atleast). Went out of station for a change but now it feels too long and an overdose of anything is never good!

Lots of events have taken place so far. Some trivial while some very significant. Am i sounding vague now? This is the problem. Though I can claim to have a freedom of expression, I actually have to choose and edit what I say here else my conscience starts pricking or what i write gets misinterpreted (provided someone reads it..hmm..). And so, it feels like freedom comes with such a huge baggage of responsibility and making the right decisions. My case was just a tiny-winy example, there are several other more important ones. Lots of questions come in mind - do i mention names? do i cite events word-to-word? do i make my opinions crystal clear, for eg, opinions regarding the screwed up..oops..the instable political scenario in the state and country too etcetra. That's why many a times when i look forward to venting my pent up emotions through this medium, i restrain and pull back for i admit i do not know what to write and what not to write here! So, the best way out is to not dwelve into personal issues often.

On a second thought, it's these personal issues that act as a trigger for getting my brain juices flowing. For one, i've been wondering about this for a while now - does authority give people the right to impose their thoughts and ideas over others? For eg, does one necessarily need to respect one's elders each and every time, even on occassions when their idealogies clash and there's only one way out. Hasn't someone said that respect must be earned and not demanded? Then why's it we are brought up being told to respect so-and-so. Why aren't we allowed to grow up and when we've started having our own beliefs, we make our own decisions and choose to respect those whom we truly wish to and not for the sake of it. I mean, just how many times have you found yourself using the word 'respect' without feeling an inch of it? I have. And had I had my way, I'd rather not respect someone than pretend to cuz I feel the latter's more harsh. Something i'm definitely going to continue wondering about...

Before i sign off, something for all in general:
If you've got the time, visit Salarjung Museum at Hyderabad. It basically comprises of all the collections of the Salarjungs(who used to be sultans). It's nice to see, for a change, collections of porcelain and different varieties of clocks rather than, say, that of coin/stamp :) The rulers of those generations were far more well-travelled than us or so i presume since they've got collections from nearly all parts of the world. It's an absolute treat to the eyes. Visually appealing and leaves you in awe of the admirably talented sculpturors, carpenters, goldsmith etc who designed such beautiful pieces of art. Loooovely :)

Labels: choices, museum, vacation