first day of the workshop, in the city of my childhood.
with my child.
the drive from the airport to the institute was like tracing my fuzzy memroies on a sharp, well defined map. the sidi saiyyed jali was on my right. i looked back to spot the first big shop i knew- parikh's was it? ofcourse i could not spot it. and just as we passed the jali i knew that the traffic park would be on the left. there it was. the silly park that i did not like. we would be brought here from school, and we were supposed to learn traffic rules. why why why.
reached the institute and heard the sound of the peacock. and within minutes there he was. resplendent blue. pointed it out to sanah, and she spotted the familiar crow and was thrilled. after much cajoling she saw the creature and was stunned. she finally learnt to say mor- but since this morning has been chanting mor chicken! and she loves eating chicken so i have visions of her going towards the beautiful peacock with her bib and a spoon saying, chicken, wow, yum.
been a bit traumatised about surrendering sanah to and 18 year old girl, the daughter of someone from the staff quarters. the girl is lovely. and sanah has already taken a shine to her, but now i cant work unless sanah is around me. this is not working for me. ofcourse sanah was away from me only for two hours in the morning. we had lunch together. and put her to bed. and went and met her after she woke up. another hour and i will be with her. but this is not working!
the workshop- i have thrown them into deep end of the pool. i began by showing them shyamal's film. followed it with mukul's film. by design. two films so oppsed in their sensibilty. but both so personal. and both looking at very different subjects- and the genre itself. more on the discussion later.
the peacock that crosses my path a dozen times a day is the true meaning of this experience- surreal!