banno, dhanno and teja in bumm-bumm-bhole-land

even a broken umbrella works, if it is red

Today the highway outside our windows is clear. I still don’t want to go out anywhere, and don’t need to, but I just breathe a little easier.

First it was the rains. And potholes. Of course, the potholes are there for a reason. They are there to show you how much you really love your friends, your work, your city. They are there to test you, how much effort are you going to make to keep up with your relationships, your hobbies, a life outside of home and work, how passionate are you about life, about living every moment, even if those moments are mostly made up of being jolted out of your body? They are also there to sneakily tell you that no matter how young you feel, you are not.

Then there were the sales. Of course, the sales are there for a reason. They are there to show you that we are a soon-to-be-developed country, are the malls not proof enough of that? For those of us who are still caught in time warps, nostalgic about a world that was less consumerist, the queues outside the mall are reassuring. They remind us of long-forgotten ration queues, electricity bill queues, gas queues, phone queues. The mall queues extend much, much further, kilometers. Because of course, a lot of people go to malls in cars. And those who sanctioned the malls, did not think of the sales, and the cars, and the security checks, which could clog up an entire signal, and many more.

Then there are the festivals. India is a land of festivals. Oh well! Of course, they are there for a reason. They are there to tell us that we are a fun loving race, that we like singing and dancing, specially at loud volumes, specially to songs with sexual connotations, even if we don’t acknowledge the presence of sex otherwise in our daily lives.

And then, flyovers cave in. Even if they have taken 5 years to build, they can cave in 3, or maybe less. A pathetically small team of workers works for days, trying to patch up the flyover. A pathetically small team of traffic policemen re-direct the traffic around it for days. A 10-minute journey transcends into 1 hour. A 30-minute journey into 3 hours. Of course, all of this happens for a reason. It teaches you that all life is transient, time is relative, everything is an illusion.

You can react like Teja with smoldering, sullen anger or explosions of cuss-words. Or like me, by dozing off, because I can, or getting breathless, because I do. Or meditating. Or staying at home, if you have a choice. Or ranting on FB. Or staying at home. Or dreaming of being somewhere else, where there are other things to watch besides highways. Mountains, perhaps, or the sea, trees maybe or birds, or even just a lawn and some flowers. Or staying at home.

But it’s all there for a reason. Your being here. In the end, perhaps you will finally learn how insignificant your passions, your likes, dislikes, your friends, your work, your lives are in relation to the universe. Yes, you lose.

But even so, today, when the highway is clear, still clear after hours of keeping a watch, I just breathe a little easier.

broken red umbrella

15 comments on “even a broken umbrella works, if it is red

  1. dipali
    October 9, 2013

    I love the picture and your smile! And the post, of course:)

    • Banno
      October 9, 2013

      Thank you, Dipali.:)

  2. Sandeep Sukhija.
    October 10, 2013

    Ah…reminded me of a few things. Thanks for sharing.

    • Banno
      October 11, 2013

      Thanks, Sandeep, for coming by.

  3. Anu Warrier
    October 13, 2013

    Brings back memories, Banno. And love the red umbrella, even if broken, and the face under it.:)

    • Banno
      October 17, 2013

      Thank you, Anu.:)

  4. kateshrewsday
    October 14, 2013

    Banno, I loved this, as I love so much you write.I spend time railing like Teja. But as you say, this is life.It’s all for a reason.

    • Banno
      October 17, 2013

      Kate, thank you.:)

  5. Violet
    October 16, 2013

    Loved it.. the post and the bonus picture!

    • Banno
      October 17, 2013

      Thank you, Violet. Was just thinking of you a few days ago, wondering why you were not writing any more. Busy?

      • Violet
        October 18, 2013

        Busy is an understatement– not enough to describe what I have been.. Haven’t looked at the home/family/child for the last month and a half.. But the phase is over now, and I am back to my usual self, and blogs:) Nice to know that you missed me😛

        • Banno
          October 24, 2013

          Yes, definitely. Look forward to you writing again.

  6. SSW
    October 17, 2013

    Banno, do be careful
    The rains look awfully frightful.
    In front of you, I think
    It turned a red umbrella

  7. Anu Warrier
    October 22, 2013

    Banno, nice to see a write up about Kaphal in the Mumbai Mirror

    • Banno
      October 24, 2013

      Thanks, Anu.

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