Duny Tunes

I am on my way from Delhi to Bangalore. It is the second day on the train and I did not talk a word to anybody yesterday. I have been pondering over the many strings that play my life. So sickening were the Duny Tunes that I was trying to get rid of those plaintive feelings. For the aeons I had waited and the love I had for them, I should be reveling. I am wondering why they failed to tickle my senses in a symphony. I therefore decided to rewind and play them again, just the signature sections of the Duny Tunes.

(The playback ran for pages and pages. I found that they rendered me so because of the hurt I was carrying with me. Because I settled down to ask why God was allowing certain things to happen. They reminded me of the colonial era and its deep-rooted consequences. Through this all, I could see a line, which commented on my life, of my place in a new world order and the role in front of me.)

I patted my back and said, “They deserve a place in my archive”.

*I was in Dehradun on 19 March 2006.