This was the title of a book
by Milan Kundera. I read it in a time when I had
just discovered this genius .Now after 20 years I have completely forgotten
what was it all about, but the title is still lingering in my ears.
To me this sense of belonging to somewhere else is more pronounced in special times.
As at every year end the a sense starts creeping into my mind with the moist air ,dew drop and as TV advertisement and movies starts celebrating the season;I feel like being stuck in day to day maze called life. Sometime it feels like everyone is enjoying and I am trapped. While calculating what I have done in the years bygone and what I haven't , subconscious mind whisper into my ear -'life Is Elsewhere'
Then comes uruka ,maghbihu then bohag bihu ,puza and what not ....
Whenever I am doing something this whisper continues
Its not that I live a lonely life like all those in mental movie or I avoid the party or anything .Even in the parties if I am present there I feel I should be doing something else .
For many years I am residing outside my home state -Assam, so every day I long to be in the places I grew up in. This longing increases when there is something going on in my home state (some festival, ritual or event like book fair) .Rarely I am able to be in the places where i wanted to be, but then I feel like something is missing as if this was not the thing I was looking for. For instance if by any chance I reach Assam for some occasion I am more saddened .there has been major changes everywhere, changes that made me feel like this is not the place about which I longed for day in and day out.
Take the case of Guwahati, the city today is not the place where I grew up
Or my ancestral village where there was no motorble road till a decade back . Everything have changed out there also .(I know only constant in life is change ,still it sucks )
Whenever I wonder throughout places, I feel something is wrong
So where do I belong to?
Then again this whisper comes 'Life is elsewhere'
To me this sense of belonging to somewhere else is more pronounced in special times.
As at every year end the a sense starts creeping into my mind with the moist air ,dew drop and as TV advertisement and movies starts celebrating the season;I feel like being stuck in day to day maze called life. Sometime it feels like everyone is enjoying and I am trapped. While calculating what I have done in the years bygone and what I haven't , subconscious mind whisper into my ear -'life Is Elsewhere'
Then comes uruka ,maghbihu then bohag bihu ,puza and what not ....
Whenever I am doing something this whisper continues
Its not that I live a lonely life like all those in mental movie or I avoid the party or anything .Even in the parties if I am present there I feel I should be doing something else .
For many years I am residing outside my home state -Assam, so every day I long to be in the places I grew up in. This longing increases when there is something going on in my home state (some festival, ritual or event like book fair) .Rarely I am able to be in the places where i wanted to be, but then I feel like something is missing as if this was not the thing I was looking for. For instance if by any chance I reach Assam for some occasion I am more saddened .there has been major changes everywhere, changes that made me feel like this is not the place about which I longed for day in and day out.
Take the case of Guwahati, the city today is not the place where I grew up
Or my ancestral village where there was no motorble road till a decade back . Everything have changed out there also .(I know only constant in life is change ,still it sucks )
Whenever I wonder throughout places, I feel something is wrong
So where do I belong to?
Then again this whisper comes 'Life is elsewhere'
Same is the case with my
professional life,
The ever busy clinical microbiologist in a war against infection versus the writer seeking exactitude both telling each other the same phrase –‘life is elsewhere’
May be some manthan is needed for any Amrit ,may be the halahal coming out of this manthan is too toxiac and this auditory hallucinations is a side effect of all these friction
I often try this parsee poetry as therapy for this
Gar firdaus,
ruhe zamin ast,
hamin asto,
hamin asto,
hamin asto.
"(If there is ever a heaven on earth, it’s here, it’s here, and it’s here”)
And at the same time another voice resonates inside
The ever busy clinical microbiologist in a war against infection versus the writer seeking exactitude both telling each other the same phrase –‘life is elsewhere’
May be some manthan is needed for any Amrit ,may be the halahal coming out of this manthan is too toxiac and this auditory hallucinations is a side effect of all these friction
I often try this parsee poetry as therapy for this
Gar firdaus,
ruhe zamin ast,
hamin asto,
hamin asto,
hamin asto.
"(If there is ever a heaven on earth, it’s here, it’s here, and it’s here”)
And at the same time another voice resonates inside
What am I doing?
Life
is elsewhere
Life is elsewhere
Life is elsewhere
Life is elsewhere
Life is elsewhere
