Washed away
There's been plenty of time for random musings the past few days. As ever, a trip back home leaves me feeling content but conflicted. There's so much about home that is enticing and hard to leave behind: the warmth of my blankee, the free-flowing filter coffee, the parental units that I can leave all the worrying to for a few days. But I'm at odds with the city that my parents have chosen to retire in. In Chennai, a gentler-paced city that is charming precisely because it isn't racing with itself, I feel like a fringe element looking in on a party that I can never be a part of. In Mumbai, a giant-hearted tidal wave of a city, I sometimes come within a razor's edge of my sanity. In short, my heart is in so many places at the same time that home is destined to be somewhere in between.
Is home the place that you can stake a claim to? If it is, then how can we explain this? This National Geographic piece by Cathy Newman is an unabashedly sentimental ode to Venice, which she says, has one foot in a watery grave. The canals of Venice that have fed a million fantasies are also its undoing, says Newman. With every acqua alta or high tide, Venice's foundation sinks just a tad lower. With every new wave of tourists besieging the city, a few more of its indigenous residents are left adrift. Consider for a moment this startling statistic: The number of Venetian residents in 2007: 60,000. Number of visitors in 2007: 21 million. Whose Venice is it anyway? In these fluid times, cities can no longer afford to be ethnically exclusive. Try as they might, Raj Thackeray and the MNS will never be able to stem the mighty tide of migrants that pours into Mumbai every day. But Venice is not a pulsating hive of commerce; its very beauty puts limits on how much it can stretch its resources. Somewhere along the way, Venice seems to have sold out to the dollars that flood its canals, and Venetians have paid the price for it. Venice has always been on my wishlist of places to visit, never mind the dizzying prices. But now, $40 seems too high a price to pay for a Carnival mask, for more reasons than one.It's true what Newman says, "Kisses end. Dreams vanish, and sometimes cities too. We long for the perfect ending, but the curtain falls along with our hearts. Beauty is so difficult." I don't have any photos of Venice you haven't already seen, so I'll leave you with a photo of a stunning sky taken from my parents' balcony. Am I tempted to stay back in dear ol' Chennai? Sometimes.






