TBT: Boston/Cambridge October 2012

October 2012 in Boston and Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA.

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New England Aquarium
New England Aquarium
Harvard Lampoon Building
Harvard Lampoon Building
Harvard Lampoon Building
Harvard Lampoon Building

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The Statue of Three Lies, Harvard Yard
The Statue of Three Lies, Harvard Yard

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Appeal to the Great Spirit by Cyrus Edwin Dallin
Appeal to the Great Spirit by Cyrus Edwin Dallin
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Joseph Kosuth, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Joseph Kosuth, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
With You I Breathe, Tracy Emin (2010)
With You I Breathe, Tracy Emin (2010)
A portion of Lumieres (blue square - Sylvie), Christian Boltanski (2000)
A portion of Lumieres (blue square – Sylvie), Christian Boltanski (2000)
Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism, Josiah McElheny, 2007
Endlessly Repeating Twentieth Century Modernism, Josiah McElheny (2007)

Othering Expectations

I wonder how many writers of some Indian extraction feel this pressure.
That as a brownie (wherever you may sit on the spectrum of pigmentation), one is expected to proffer prose rich and unctuous like the jalebi that must line the bottoms of our quotidian.
That as an Indian from anywhere, my life experience is always lyrical, bittersweet in uncertainties of belonging, caught as we are in a swinging net between here and there.
Perpetual immigrants, even three generations down, all of living is taut with the embroidery of vagabond merchants and labourers.
With saffron and turmeric auras, my characters are cast to wear clothes that hold fast the smell of fried onions and cardamom.
Everything is weeping and laughing.
If they have Muslim names, then the thread-counts of cloth must be declared; how much do they cover and what will happen if they are to reveal?
A call to prayer is the soundtrack to a sunset and the dilemmas of the modern believer; thinking eastern, acting western.
Rituals are extensive, arcane and shrouded.
Colours are never colours, they are a riotous mob of rainbows caught under a juggernaut.