The Marriott Juhu has been my abode in Mumbai for the past month or so and I have been building dreams in my room for endless days and nights. At times just blankly staring at the wall paintings in my room, just in front of me is a large acrylic painting of young monks with their bald heads wearing the orange robes staring at the Buddhist wishing wheel which swirls around, Tehri is Buddhist scriptures painted in Pali as the painting is full of orange and yellow hues. The painting to the left of my bed is rectangular and another work of art done on acrylic with brush paints. It shows the face of a man, a large red face staring away the background is grey and tinted with orange color with a brown texture to it.
There is a smaller square painting that is almost a replica of the rectangular painting here to the face of a man appears with a jagged nose, the face is painted light Red with an orange tint to it. The painting is hung over the pot but stands out in the ambient lamp lights that light up the bathroom and the shower cubicle. The white marble with grey and black grains reflects the orange light of the lamps and illuminates the bathroom even more.
This coupled with slow-moving travel videos on the HD TV in-front of me, along with tiger sounds of vibrating meditative music which I listen too often as I connect my laptop to the Bose speakers in the room, really make the room very peaceful and serene. It helps to focus, think, and above all just be.
When I get bored of writing or just watching videos on the net I stare right in-front at the large window that looks into the sea, which adds to the tranquility and stillness that prevails everywhere in the room as it slowly seeps into my soul and then into my creation.
My imagination and my words twist and turn as images and moving scenes from the past and the present invade my mind as I try to focus on the content creation task in-front of me every day. Little by little, bit by bit page by page I move forward, some times stopping to think, sometimes just contemplate.
My days mingle into nights and the afternoons turn into deep siesta’s as I spend endless hours just staring at the ceiling with my eye closed as I try to go into myself and read out to the stillness in my soul, where there are no knots or twitches. I have no fixed routine but do get a lot of idle time to just be with myself, occasionally being disturbed by phone calls and visitors, but then that is only on weekdays.
Most of my time is spent on building dreams, Bollywood dreams, dreams of making movies and web-series, based on my book. That keeps me going strong and motivated, I get a sort of rush every time my new book is released or a new interview gets published or a new contract or book deal I sign. I am satisfied that Marriott and the endless bubbles of dreams are just what I want at this point and everything looks and feels just perfect.
