Saturday, January 26, 2013

A man called India

Sometime back, I went trekking in interior Karnataka. A patch in the clearing on the forest road we saw a few huts. An old man sat near the edge of the road. While passing him , I smiled at him and he began talking in his own language at once. I asked the forest guide to interpret what he was saying. I was told that he had asked where I was from..When I told him I was from Bangalore, he nodded his head wisely and asked again if I had a house and cows there. I tried to answer this complicated question about the cows and house as well as I could..He looked at me amazed and shook his head.

Strangely I felt sorry for myself at that is in moments like these when India looks like a phantom to me and I am as much a foreigner perhaps because I don't understand this India, as much as I should. I sat down next to him and asked him if he thought I was a foreigner?

He looked at me and said, 'If you set foot on a land and start loving it, there is no foreign soil.' He explains how it is the dry month, the river bed almost dried up and when rain comes around is like a happy song. I tried to explain then that I am a writer and while he looked at me quizzically, I said I would write something for him. His understanding of my foreign expressions, he reciprocated with a toothless smile. When I went back home, in the heart of a dense city, somehow I missed the hunched some strange way I had discovered a bit of India in him. 

Few lines for an old man called India-

There is perhaps a poem in most of us-
Somehow a bit like nature.

When I talk to old people or plants,
dry and somehow forgotten,
I see them shake up a bit-
peep out of a curiosity filled coffin,
sprout a leaf and take root again

© 2013 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury


Meenakshi Malhotra said...

true! Very few people have the heart and eyes to see that. And the poem...very well penned.

JK said...

Amazing, isn't it. How we sometimes feel like strangers to our own countrymen . . . or rather, our fellow countrymen sound like strangers to us.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thanks Meenakshi :) JK yeah..happens many a times, however more important perhaps is understanding that & learning from it. Thanks for reading :)

medha kapoor said...

Love the poetry in the end.

Jay Singh said...

Hi Maitreyee,

That was a lovely post. Wonderful personification of India.
"peep out of a curiosity filled coffin."
Beautiful lines, you're quite good at poetry and expressing emotions in the form of words.
Keep it up :)


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Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thanks Medha & Jay :) glad you liked it.