As a child i remember scribbling on the wall and watch the crooked letters cover the bare wall. I was fascinated by the stray dark lines and strokes that my pencil left on the white base as i moved my pencil on the wall. Those scribbles were not mere scribbles for me, they were my signature, my painting, my creation, my imagination, my art. They were no less important or less valuable than any of the masterstrokes of Picasso or M. F. Husain. To me the wall was a wide canvas and those scribbles an expression of the self.
If we look around our own surroundings we find things scribbled here and there whether it is the back of a bus seat, wall of a public loo, monuments, trees, etc. But these are not the doings of a small child but that of a grown up. At times its hilarious, thought provoking, silly and annoying. Slangs are common and mostly found on loo walls, bus seats and heritage walls. Trees have to bear the pain as passionate lovers carve the names of their beloveds with a lot of art. Campus walls have words etched on it like freedom, andolan, strike and revolution by zealous youths who think that it is only them who can change the world. Most of the universities and colleges have provided the students a space known as the 'wall of democracy' where the students can write whatever they like or stick bills or posters of campaign. It is a way to recognise and also to stop these young adults from dirtying the campus with their mature scribbles.
These insignificant scribbles turn into the writings on the wall when they belie the simplicity or the ordinariness of the words scribbled and enflame the mind of the readers. When it evokes strong sentiments of love, hate, anger, protest and joy resulting into a cry or revolution; it doesn't remain in the realm of childish ignorance but becomes political. So, the scribblings on the wall like garibi hatao, freedom from religion, stop ragging, justice, peace, etc have the potential to turn into the writings on the wall and hence, become slogans of change and awakening.
11 comments:
hey u write so damn well. I don't know how dis gal get these kinda thoughts in her mind. whats d source yar? Where did u get this picture dear..it suits ur topic...is this ur room wall? :) Everything is so write about ur blog...the language..the sophisticaton. U have discussed many facets of the thing. I have done dese things in past too. I know where u must be gng I didnt write any slang. Infact people have started writing on metro doors too. People of India can never learn manners. Darn it! Keep up the good work. Eagerly wating for your next blog...do write soon. c ya.
Thanks Saurav, for your comment and encouraging words. A friend of mine gave me the above pik. Its his cousin's room wall. It goes perfectly well with my post as it is original and done by a school goer.
Its sad to know that even the metro doors havn't been spared. It proves that education has got nothing to do a person being civilised. Its sad to see modern educated urban inhabitants to behave in such an uncivilised way.
Your words of appreciaton and criticism will act as fuel and keep me going so keep on reading and commenting.
Ok. A friend of yours gave u the pic..interesting .some good frnds u have. Only appreciation wil be there...no criticism....unless n until something is tremendously wrong...hope u r all pumped up to write the next one...
what scribblings are on ur heart..dudette
that made you ...scribble here ..so nicely
Wow , You wrote so well , and really put live that picture's of them comes so live to ur Imaginative ..mind ...n the flow is fantastic ...you are really a writer in the making 4 sure ..
keep the gud work going would like to read more of ur creative writing ...its a nice read...
That I m short of words ..coz it was some kind related to me as well ...when i was child my room was not like that but full of makinf painting I used to paint over paper n pasted all over ...
Nice so ...keep writing ...its gud to c u here
@ Vivek
Thanks.
# Shas
I am surprised to see I have commented even for your first post.
lollzzz
:)
Have been walking backward through your posts...reached here...:-)
@ Makk,
:))
@ Ardra,
Thanks! Its always a pleasure when someone digs up my archives. A warm welcome to you :)
Hey
I read your first post today. midnblowing idea it is. impressed yaar.
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