THE DICTIONARY OF PANDEMIC
The Pandemic of 2020,
Going back to time, history had witnessed such pandemics.
Anttonine Plague to 17th century Great Plagues, Spanish Flu in 1918 to Russian Flu in 1889, HELL BROKE
Time immemorial Pandemic or infectious disease have influenced us in many ways.
It’s not new to mankind but yes unfortunately we as humans are and will link our miseries to it as it has bothered us, affected us, narrowed lives in the most inexplicable ways
THE SCARS OF A PANDEMIC
“We will survive”
Mind/REFLECTION
OUR WORDS ARE CHANGING
The human drama is certain, our behavior again unfolds according to our environment
I define myself best when I find myself in situation conducive to me or the OPPOSITE
The relevance of life attuned to many cubicles
For the urban middle class our sessions have been juxtaposed between ZOOM SESSION TO CAKE BAKING, ISOLATION being the key tempo, collectively living the same fate …all of us…STRANGELY UNIQUE
Our illness and suffering is UNIVERSAL
Our pain is IDENTICAL
The random word -HOPE under the scanner
Stripped and ripped off our individual suffering, we have collectively been unified with many such online streaming modes and offline living mechanisms- TO TRIUMPH – TO NOT BOW Down to this miniature, intangible
“CAN WE OPT OUT”
“IS THERE A WAY”
“I HAVE POWER”
Gutted to the core- THE EGOCENTRIC IMAGES OF MANY
KEYWORD- UNCERTAINTY
To zoom from the confines of our walls, we have been promising each day unconsciously to wake up with cupcakes of hope and dreamy unicorns
Captive in our own geometrical grids, we fancy animals, nature.
CAGED we stand exposed until the next pandemic.
Reflection of everything that went wrong would be another chapter in history
“Shut down” mode
Placard hanging from the favorite coffee table with 5 empty chairs and a table folded on top, PANDEMIC MODE. WE HOPE TO OPEN SOON
Brooklyn Bridge to New York’s Times Square
Lived in HOPE…MARINE DRIVE TO the BARE FOOT IMMIGRANTS walking past.... time & tide….HOPE still remains the best word
THE STORY TELLERS IN FUTURE
Graves, coffins, ventilators, breathing the invisible VIRUS, creating havoc, we aren’t fearless, yet we are all artists, finding creativity to survive, to live, to love and go on beyond in life, in sustenance mode as artists, as normal human beings, as warriors survival
ABANDONED
Many in coffins, many in bereavement, many in the four walls, many in minds
Places where humans thronged seems to be places where they scream “We are not here”
Emptiness is the last person seen
The office spaces hangs a board “EXISTENTIAL CRISIS”
The boards at airport “WAKE UP”
As Virginia Woolf wrote in essay in 1926 “On Being Ill” Woolf had witnessed 1918 flu
COURAGE and ENDURANCE
A statutory warning –CAN SKIP YOUR UNDERGARMENTS BUT NOT THE MASK
The exhausted faces of warriors, the shape of courage appropriately fitted to the hands as gloves while “POSITIVE” was contradicting to its real meaning
It spelled POSITIVE= “FEAR”
DISTANT –SELECTIVE
We are living it,
With words, documenting with #hashtags many emotions and expressions
When stories were struggling to find a happy ending,
Amidst many words
TEARS
SORROWS
COURAGE
SURVIVAL
HOPE
We were making our own dictionary
self portrait-Spanish Flu- By Norwegian painter-Edvard Munch
“When has any such thing been even heard or seen; in what annals has it ever been read that houses were left vacant, cities deserted, the country neglected, the fields too small for the dead and a fearful and universal solitude over the whole earth?”
@copyright-Ronita
