This is an article written pre-covid, which happened to pop up on my screen today, hence I edited it and am posting it fresh for today, the 2nd of August. 2021
Has anyone ever heard of Pablo?
I too have heard of him.
I have heard of them.
And I love all my Pablos.
So here goes...
There is Pablo Neruda, the classic love poet who melts my heart when he says “ I want to do with you, what spring does with the cherry trees….
When he says, “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved”
“Between the shadow and the soul”
Then there is Pablo Picasso who insists that "the purpose of art…whether you understand it or not, is washing the dust of daily life of our souls."
He also fuels my imagination by saying, “Everything you can imagine is real”
Hence, I soar in my imagination. I let it fly. I let it flow. And I allow me to visit places where love abounds.
Where; Differences melt into harmony, Intellect is utilized for creation and Music soothes.
Well, this is the high talk!
Thudding to earth and talking about existential needs, I will tell you about my not-so-exciting journey towards our local Pablo lounge. The thought of going there made me feel artistic and I guess uber cool. And I was dressed as such too.
Meaning I had worn a colourful saree with a Pablo printed scarf.
It was night and as I was at a meeting I had told my children that I would be meeting them directly there on my own. They threw me speculative glances, but ignoring them, I said bye and went for my prior appointment at Chaoni.
For some convoluted inner reasoning, unfathomable at best, I went by an autorickshaw who though known to me, didn't know Nagpur roads well, as he ran his auto on the outskirts, mainly Kamptee.
I kept him waiting with the meter running assuming that I would finish quickly.
It took longer than expected, an hour or so!
it was around 8 in the night and as I had kept the auto waiting I deemed it prudent to carry on with him. I happily phoned my daughter, asking her where they were as I was commencing towards Pablo. They said they were near our famous Ram Jhoola. (A bridge in Central Nagpur)
My daughter asked me whether I knew the way?
I smiled confidently, tapped my phone, and said of course.
I would even reach before them, or so I thought.
And off I started.
I directed the Autowalah…chalo bhaiya (come on)…he asked me where? I said, Pablo. He threw me a queer glance, saying that he has never heard of it. I said, “it's ok. Don’t worry. I shall lead you there.”
Knowing that in Nagpur we tend to reach anywhere within a quantum of 30 minutes, I confidently forged ahead.
It was seeming to get darker and I entered a lane and out of it and then some. The sultry weather added to my ensuing distress as I was beginning to realize that I was not reaching anywhere.
Well to cut a long story short.
I got lost.
Assumedly stuck in an irrelevant bylane.
My GPS was not confident and the lady who speaks in Google Maps refused to talk to me.
She has been disloyal before. To me!
And the worst….none of my children called me to ask me how come I was not reaching? It insulted all my motherly sentiments.
And worse still…..I had to call them to admit I was lost!
Well, finally amongst their barely hidden sniggers, they directed me to Pablo. It turned out I was just in the next lane.
Their lack of sympathy lay heavily on me, but as I was very hungry, I suppressed my hurt and turned to the menu to choose from its plethora of gastronomical delights.
All in all, with joy and laughter we had an immensely good time. The food was tasty though the portions were small. It was overlooked as we built a good memory there.
The final treat was a big round chocolate ball as a dessert, which the waiter melted with a blow torch to a gooey delight. Whoever said chocolate could lift depression and dissipate hard feelings was right.
We exited the restaurant with a smile on our face, and called for an Uber which had its own GPS service, not depending on mine and we returned home with cheeky satisfied grins on our faces.
Then there is Pablo Escobar, the infamous drug smuggler of Columbia whose life has been cataloged and romanticized by the serial, “Narcos” on Netflix which is a gripping account of his life. He died just after his 44th birthday and to leave a notable impact, albeit notoriously, at such a young age is fascinating. Seen as many locals as their Robin Hood of his times, nearly 25000 people turned up at his funeral.
An interesting study at best!
I have to end with one more Pablo, which also comes to mind.
Amitabh Bacchan being my favourite hero of all times, in his movie, The Great Gambler, takes a boat ride with his lover down the romantic Venetian canals.
I have always imagined the lover to be me, on advice from our Painter Pablo who has firmly said that whatever one can imagine is your reality!
And the song our gondolier named Pablo sang stills reverberates within me….Amore mio... do vaisa tio……life is a journey of love.
And for me it happily is.
To end, I say and I believe, that I know...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Life is yours & Bliss is within
Light & Love,