Waltair

Waltair is one of the oldest names of a town/city by the sea.Only after leaving behind twenty two years of uneventful birth,adolescence full of mirth,wasted flush of youth and love's labour lost did i realise how much it was inside my being.There are two kinds of people in this world , in today's digital world i suppose generalisations can only be binary ,ones who have lived by the sea and ones who have not.The sea and the plains , the coast and the inland , water and earth.

I feel the current more than ever when in huge inland cities.Man for all his sublime intellect and growing mastery over nature can never replace it.Standing in front of the sea and watching it reaffirms life.The ebb and flow are vital reiterations of the same life force that exists in us and in nature.Airconditioning,automobiles,multiplexes,plushly upholstered skyscrapers and anything we have made do not have this intrinsic quality in them.

In the madness that life in megacities has become one eternally feels as if one is in transition and then after another day of waking on the wrong side of the bed the senses sing a song of unbearable longing , for the sound of the gush ,the sight of the rush ,the scent and the splash.