A sense of Rootlessness

Just out of the blue, I thought of searching about Jarnail Chitarkaar, whose paintings of the Punjabi culture I've grown up with.

I found him online, but not many of his works were featured on his site.

Nevertheless, one was- Bhatta lai ke challi khet nu



I was in class sixth or seventh when I used to love these paintings of his so much that I had painted some of them myself. This was one of them.

I used to be so proud of my Punjabi identity at that time. I used to collect Punjabi poems, couplets; I used to do active research about my history and culture. I used to dream dreams of doing my language proud.

I miss that activism now. And, I deeply miss that innocent enthusiasm. I wish it comes back...