Since I am the Prime Minister of the Vengurla region, let me tell you a story. For those of you who didn’t get it probably should read further only at their own risk.
The coast of Konkan has a long history of migration, a migration of a very different kind. When North of India had land invaders Konkan had its fair share too. But it was also a route for persecuted communities especially out of the middle east. Bene Israels, Parsis were a few of them.
But their was also a unique being who was never spoken about. A being who was promised to come and wait here till his friend arrives. He awaited since time immemorial for his friend but to no avail. When you go and ask him, he doesn’t reply but looks at the horizon as if his friend is about to emerge from that curvature in the distance, with his boat waving his robot flag. He is the ancient Robot of Vengurla.
Time had forgotten him but Bhavpreets lens discovered him. Completely merged in the rocks of the port he sits and exhibits the same anxiety he had centuries ago. But he doesn’t utter a word as though having infinite faith in his friend, he makes us look at him silently and makes us fail to judge what he is thinking of. And as we stare long enough, our thoughts become his or is it vice-versa? He compels us to look into the horizon for his friend, our friend, who we lost in time when we hit the cricket ball for a 4 and he chased it to the boundary, and disappeared.
Those horizons are mute, they don’t give us an explanation why our friend went beyond, never to return.
A wave dashes into the robot as I come out of my trance. Such frivolous thinking i say. So I go and grab a candy, talk to people and sit in the car. And as I adjust my rear view mirror I see the sun setting on the horizon and a thought hits me- What if the friend who chased that ball beyond the boundary, is sitting beyond the horizon waiting for me?
I hit the accelerator in denial and drive away leaving the Robot of Vengurla alone to spend another night in the waiting.