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The Ruined Arch
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Do love these ancient ruins .-We never tread upon them but we set our foot upon some reverend history.
John Webster.
Milestones on the road of times. Chamfort.
And this too is a picture of the Residency .. in my life I have never read voraciously the ruins like a book.. tattered and torn.. humans like worms relenquishing their hideouts on hearing approaching feet.. aborting lovemaking.
And in some case you have the voyeurs whose job is to get pleausure watching this libidinous scenario.
And my camera round my neck the biggest hungry voyeur to catch a glimpse of a moment lost in time.. and not shooting cavorting couples.
And it saddend me even now where do couples go.
And a recent incident comes to mind much publicized in media Operation Majnu in Meerut a city in Uttar Pradesh and here the coupples specially girls were beaten mercilessly by dyke looking women cops.. huge and dragging of the girls by their hair , slappings, sheer bravado and pride in front of the cameras.. none of these women cops had ever had stolen moments..
And the Uttar Pradesh state government totally apathetic and unrelenting at the state of affairs.
Even in Mumbai the cops play it by ear and handle the situation as it is young couples and from good homes ..seeking an outlet..you will find couples on the rocks at Carter Road or Bandra Band Stand stranded unaware when they are so engrossed in their lovemaking , the tide has come in cutting out all avenues of escape.. many have lost their lives in such manner... love cares not for restrictions...
And a yawn and stretch and a new day has begun.. in Urdu there is a lovely word Angdai.. I dont think any language has the power of virtually caressing the senses like Urdu.. making love in Urdu is simply reciting a Nazm or just dipping your kohl eyes in the reflection of the miirror in your mans soul.
And what kills me that I never learnt to read or write Urdu I would have been a complete man.
I got flushed in an English toilet in the gurgling waters of unsanitary syntax.
Sorry Englishman nothing personal.. just guilt soiled in a tissue paper.
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