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Reminiscing the fishing boats in weathered vivid hues of yellow, blue and sea green, nets pregnant with Bombay ducks, some slithering between death and breath feverishly, some surrendered to lifes helpless composition, some staring in eerie silence at the frivolous gaze of the fishermen at work, while some distantly away from the nets, dangle in their heavy pungency on bamboo scaffolds, at a fishing hamlet of the Sassoon Dockyard at break of day. As the day draws itself to sleep, and the hubbub declines into a dream-like stillness, the smell of the night coast of Bombay, sharp and salty, begins to percolate steeply through my nostalgic membranes, wrenching me overwhelmingly into a space thats poetically chaotic, and rooted in a mired sense of paradox, of its central characteristic. The lasting impressions of unbridled changing forces that govern this seducing mistress of a metropolis, alternating and wavering between survival-of-the-fittest and faint surreality of its essence, is what this video evokes..and more. Makes me wonder, stories are weaved within stories to such grandeur extent, its hard to fathom the magnitude with which this megapolis even operates linear, in such schizophrenic irony. No wonder, it always dawns upon me between gaps, fading in and out of a reverie, how much of Bombay hasnt left me, or probably I havent let go of her ~ So encapsulated I have been of her impact, its hard to brush off traces of her lying alive and breathing as an ethereal organism in my soul. Memories I cherish, awakening a landslide of tears in cinders ~ have the foregone sights of the city you once lived in bewitched you and become you? Or have you become them..not sure ~ although there is one emotion I feel intimately, if I try and render shape to it, is, how insignificant, irrelevant a speck I am, so fragile and vulnerable my being, in accordance to the citys addictive aura ~ that I tend to feel I eternally will remain a fawner of a slave to her irresistible magic, no matter where I am on this equator. ~ Dhruti Shah DSouza, on Her Bombay
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 07:24:43 +0000

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