'Khalaara' the punjabi word for 'clutter'. Though 'clutter' sounds quite sophisticated, it does not have the feel of 'khaalara'. 'Khalaara' resonates the spirit of the house,the people inhabiting,the moods and definitely the absent mindedness.
Khalaara springs up on its own. I see it as clues of traces of the day....how the room was entered,how I walked past which furniture,where I took off my shoes...
am quite used to khalaara...having grown up in a household with three siblings- two sisters n a pet dog...with mom managing mostly everything, especially with dad travelling endlessly- Khalaara ,is second nature to me. It starts in patches.Small bits initially-lying innocently. Accumulating by the third day to a larger pile. The pile though is not a mountain shape. It is,so to say a fallen mountain. The innocence level starts receding. By the fifth day it clutters the mind. Its strange for me that Khalaraa suits my visual language,but it becomes clutter in my head. The mind and space become one. There remains no place to sit on the sofa/chair. The shelves get filled up with 'I don't know how this reached here?' There is no memory of putting some of the objects there,yet they have arrived there somehow.
Though I know that they cannot reach their destination by themselves, the body refuses to take any action. Any action which transports any object. Denial wins perpetually. It enables blurring the vision. Khalarra becomes faded.
Khalaara springs up on its own. I see it as clues of traces of the day....how the room was entered,how I walked past which furniture,where I took off my shoes...
am quite used to khalaara...having grown up in a household with three siblings- two sisters n a pet dog...with mom managing mostly everything, especially with dad travelling endlessly- Khalaara ,is second nature to me. It starts in patches.Small bits initially-lying innocently. Accumulating by the third day to a larger pile. The pile though is not a mountain shape. It is,so to say a fallen mountain. The innocence level starts receding. By the fifth day it clutters the mind. Its strange for me that Khalaraa suits my visual language,but it becomes clutter in my head. The mind and space become one. There remains no place to sit on the sofa/chair. The shelves get filled up with 'I don't know how this reached here?' There is no memory of putting some of the objects there,yet they have arrived there somehow.
Though I know that they cannot reach their destination by themselves, the body refuses to take any action. Any action which transports any object. Denial wins perpetually. It enables blurring the vision. Khalarra becomes faded.
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