All posts tagged: Narayan Tushar Kaudinya

In the land of Snakes

Twenty six days ago and three hundred fifty kilometers north I Moon I reached Aldona late in the night. It was Purnima, the full moon of Holi. Vishwan was away, gone to a border village, tsar. A place somewhere in the middle of the jungle at the border of Goa and Maharashtra. But I had no idea of that then, I was waiting. I sat downstairs at the bar. Grandmother was pouring feny to a local. She told me about Vishwan smoking too much. The room was lit with two cyan bulbs. He arrived. We kept my backpack at his place. He lit his cigarette. We sat. His hair had grown and white; beard thickened and black. Soon, we were off, feeling the dense wind of the leaving winter, scooting through the western ghats in the night going towards the moon. We entered the fair. Vishwan parked the vehicle somewhere outside and we started walking away from the lights towards the jungle. It was late. But it wasn’t dark. The night seemed to have dissolved with …

Buffalo and the Doctor

Father was speaking after a long time. He sat in front of me. His eyes were kind of sad but when he spoke, they spoke of a nostalgia that had come after a years of living in a city. Once one of our water buffalo had fallen sick, he started narrating. She had stopped eating. The doctor was five miles away. Being the youngest probably, I was asked to go to the village five miles away and get the doctor, I went and got the doctor on my cycle. He immediately saw her and prepared the local medicine. It was on the burner. He asked me to give buffalo the medicine once it gets to a normal temperature. For animals there used to come funnels. One can put that in their mouth to let the liquid medicine pass. We tried to place it in her mouth but she refused and after some struggle, suddenly she gave up and fell on her right side, not moving. My father ran towards the doctor again who hasd’nt gone …

Learn to give

Dawn 12 1:14 AM New Delhi I am still struggling to write daily. Even though intentions seem strong but after continuing for four days to five I have seen missing one. School is doing well and in these last four months that I have happened to stay at one place, after many years I learnt about a lot about my own school. Setting up a studio and taking classes, understanding there world and spending crucial time with them on their important days has been enriching. Today I and mother went to the printers and designed a report card. She had been wanting to change the way a report card looks. It has to be playful for smaller children, so we went. I could find some really nice themes sitting with the designer. I will share it soon. – I ask myself a question by the end of everyday. What did I learn today? And many a times I fail to get an answer. There are so many things that one does, little by little. And …

Teachers Day at school

Dawn 12 7:50 AM New Delhi Teachers day is somehow another Mother’s Day. Mother is our first teacher. First person who taught us love, and taught us how and what to eat. It was a good day at school. Children had come feeling new. They had come with look alike dresses of teachers. Its fifth class’s last year at school. Children grow at a rate of a rocket going to space. Its a shame we don’t have enough space to add at least three more classes. School till VIIIth helps children to get their minds better in shape and likewise also gives a chance to see and learn with the same children till they hit puberty; an important period for children emotionally, mentally and physically. It also gives us a chance to talk on varied subjects and open them up to the world unlike children who leave a school who is only till Fifth. Many a times parents had come requesting if the same can happen, if school can add only three more classes, as …

Art of Sleeping

Dawn 11 10:35 PM New Delhi Time stops for body but the mind evolves into a space that connects the ethereal and disconnects the physical. Isn’t this happening a magic in itself? In sleep gets consumed all the good, bad and ugly actions. After all of this we get another day. Another set of limited hours that can be spent any which way we want. For most a time table is there in place already in terms of job and other engagements. Thus gets very less space to do anything else, happening of anything new is rare. By the time noon ends; for most the day becomes similar as the hundreds of days that have already been dished out, No one in the moment believes that this breath is temporary, that this body is going to go. It doesn’t seem possible. Probably it doesn’t even cross ones mind. What could be the solution? What is that meaning then everyone is looking for in life? Well, it is certainly different for different people but there are …