Saturday mid-morning, a sudden rush of energy. The house feels like it’s been drowned in dust. Despite how I romanticized the far-away firang lands as being relatively dust-free, two days without dusting results in a gossamer layer of dust. I dust and sneeze. The unwashed utensils mock me in the sink, and are cleaned. The overflowing laundry basket is no less sarcastic, and is taken care of. Suddenly the mildest hint of dirt is annoying, and I embark on an almost religious mission – to get all surfaces and textures in the house squeaky clean. A few hours later, the mind and the house are ridiculously uncluttered. Then, a squeaky clean song surfaces in the mind. The kinds that you don’t associate with specific moods. A little channel-surfing bumps into this favourite.
I hum the song for a little while, and then for some reason our old big, knobby black and white TV comes to mind. Certain weekend afternoons. Saturday spent watching “regional cinema”, reading the subtitles. Interrupted by news in Sanskrit. Maybe that’s why I alway associate Sanskrit with snacks. Sunday afternoons watching Hindi cinema. I love afternoons. They have none of the pressure that a morning brings. You have to be busy in the morning hours, doing something. At least that’s how it was during the school years. But the afternoon, with the promise of drowsiness and half-empty streets is welcome. Very welcome.
There’s this picture that I scanned a while ago that spins me into that afternoon mood. My aunt and mom watching television, with me slumped on my mother’s lap, sleeping with my face towards the television. The TV screen says “Prasthuth Hai Feature Film Ka Shesh Bhaag“. (Is it any wonder that Amrutanjan adverts also make me sleepy?). My aunt and mom are sitting extremely close to the television set. Next time my mother asks me to sit ten feet away from the TV screen I’ll just whip out this file.
Now, I shall go watch the feature film ka shesh bhaag.