Wednesday 11 November 2009

Starring: A fistful of candies

She was a little girl like any other, happy with her toys, her school, her friends. Every morning she would pass by uncle Abin's shop. He would pull her cheeks and hand her some coloured candies. Her father would scold her for accepting free things, her mother would say it's because she looks like a doll everybody pets her. Sometimes she would get embarrassed and try to return him the candies, but he would thrust it in her hand and say, 'Don't worry, when I need something I'll first come to you'. She would ask, 'Promise?', he would nod and give out a loud laugh.

The year was 1942. Bengal (in India) was hit by one the worst famines ever. The colonial leaders hoarded all the rice that led to thousands of villages dieing out of hunger. The streets would be full of wails of hungry men, women and children. They would sit begging at people's doors for hours. But even the rich didn't have enough to both eat and share. One day she was sleeping in her room when she heard a familiar voice. She went to the window and found uncle Abin there. He looked like a ghost, his face was blue and his eyes were in giant hollows. He outstretched his hand and the word 'food' came out of the deep recesses of his belly. She was about to run into the kitchen when her mother scooped in and shut the window. She said, 'Do you want to give him your father's meal?' and grabbed her away from there.

Today, the little girl is an eighty year old woman. Even now she sometimes wakes up at night hearing a cry for 'food'.

(The woman is my grandmother-in-law and one of the most fascinating characters. Amongst many other things, she has also been an Indian freedom fighter. More than a million people died in the famine in those years.)

Sunday 8 November 2009

Starring: A girl with balloons

A little girl is tip-toeing to hold back a mighty mass of balloons. Her black plait is flying in the air. The little ribbon tied to it is flying too. Only she is trying not to. Or is she trying to? We would never know; because the little girl is a still graphic in a poster. The boy looks at this girl on his wall all the time. Sometimes just because it's right there and sometimes because...he doesn't know why. When he goes to bed he sees her standing right at his feet and even when the lights go out the streetlight keeps her there. It's the vision he sleeps with and wakes up to. Once he dreamt the girl has flown away and he is waking up to a blank poster. Next morning he smiled to see her still there.


Years later the boy travels across the ocean and lands up in a carnival in the middle of a Nevada desert. Its bohemian air intoxicates him. He feels like it is his place, as if the world has turned to put him there. One of its evenings of delicious haze finds him dancing around a fire. A girl flashes a golden smile and comes close to him. They hold each other gently and move rhythmically to the drumbeats. When the music stops he looks down at her and sees a tattoo on her arm of the 'little girl with balloons'. And he knows immediately, this is what he would be waking up to for the rest of his life.

(A year from that, after passionate spurts of togetherness in each continent, the boy is leaving London for good to be with her in California. And he is still a regular at the event in Nevada. The tattoo is of an illustration by the street-artist Banksy.)