We are always born more than once. It is not a choice to be exercised but a phenomenon to be endured or rejoiced...it is ordained.

the magic of leitmotifs...

Though 'leitmotif' owes it origin to Wagnerian opera, over the years it has grown to be one of the most lovingly used words across the imaginative brotherhood - signifying a recurring theme or object relatable to the reappearance of a person, situation...or fancy. Kolkata is a city where leitmotifs abound...some momentarily and some forever. I hail from that city making it agreeably obvious to carry a bit of it in me wherever I go...recurring themes!

what I impose...

Perhaps I am by choice absent in everything that I do or pursue. But they are all essentially there in me, though in bits and pieces, little by little building a haze that only lifts to descend again...the impositions I make,if at all I do, speak more of them than of me...fortunately!

Reflections are verily as impermanent as chicken tandoori...hardly are they served to a drooling lot than are shovelled in. They just come and go. Yet unlike tandoori, reflections change hue with time, age, company...or the lack of it!

To know...or not to know...

Hardly we get to renounce the eloquent trappings of overwhelming quotations and their imposing influence on life. Until an age I used to keep buried in quotations for hours fascinated by their sheer charm, brevity and ingenuity - struggling to appreciate the emotional accidence of each on the original utterer. They are more often quoted than understood.

With time I began searching for relevance, connections, subjectivity. Unsure of the exact state I am in, I have lately started succumbing to and, to my surprise, empowering the quotations to unfurl further to give away the meaning I otherwise wouldn't have discovered having approached them with a 'reason'.

deja vu...

Yes...you heard it before, perhaps even before I could. 

The validation gathered in the accident of having found one's words been said before by someone dearly unknown really pleases...though the question as to who said it first remains indulgently unaddressed indefinitely. 

The dawning of a thought often faces suppression leading to oblivion. Thoughts are decidedly sentimental. Thoughts are living. Thoughts are vindication of cognitive superiority. And thoughts are repetitive...imperceptibly. We shouldn't be ashamed of that.

a flash...

I never claim singularity for saying new things as, being a reasonably obedient student of life, I've trained to find sense in the most repetitive elements and happenings - both conspicuous and otherwise. I never claim uniqueness. I never claim anything. I just smile back when Life smiles from all corners, stairways, pillars, cobbled alleys, unresolved mazes, order and disorder, anarchy, rain and sunshine. The list is long, receptive and unending.

Photography allows the means and the intent, may not be in that order though, to discover a keenness to find sense - or message in everything...a keenness to requite. It lends a companion. And sometime makes us appreciate reason and unreason alike...