Utkarsh Yatharth Arya

Dear readers,

Let me start by sharing some special things with you all and make you realise how the world has changed or is changing all around us. And a little about 'commonplace' as well.

Sometimes you need to sit and think what really you are doing and then you search for words. Words that makes you utter your silent shadow some bitter or sweet 'n' salty experiences. And then you want somebody to listen and absorb your emotions. So you find luckily a place called 'commonplace'. A student like me who celebrates talking through poetry, got a place where he was free. So, that's the best thing about 'commonplace' where you are free to share anything...prose or poem ...that you consider worth sharing and debated upon. My escapade with literature has come a long way right from the time when I was searching for words and their meaning in novels by Premchand and 'Manas ka Hans' in my childhood and my first serious reading in English literature was "Gulliver's Travels" and now commonplace... time has wings,friends! My last four years with 'commonplace' has been an experience full of life and fun. And I have some emotions to share and to ask you all that do you also feel bad about vanishing life from the city, or strangers looking for black holes everywhere! Do you also see the old city disappearing behind the lavish multi-story apartments? Do you also feel melancholic when you realize that trees that used to be your best friends once, under whose blissful shed you wrote your first poem, or tasted the ever sweet fruits they offered, played all the evening... are disappearing?

Is it not disgusting when you see an old man sitting alone? Or is it not unjust when nobody corrects your pronunciations? These are some really important questions because they shape what the world is all about... Respect, fun, truth, care, smiles, and duty. After all , celebration is not carelessness. Do you miss the giggles, nanny tales of that long nights of childhood... Do you miss the childhood. You should because the child inside you is something that keeps you smiling, young and energetic and full of innocent questions!

We all should be memory-keepers...memories that are important as they are roots of our journey and the basis of our existence in general.

The old scenes are fast changing, friends!
Nobody sings now and the road to the Ghat remains sad. There used be a good time when there was echo...echo of poems coming from Ghats,coffeehouses, and graveyards but it's a long time since the lovely 'gauraiya' met a person transforming him into a poet who wrote about lovely things. I can see the old bookshops lonely or being closed down.And it's not a good sign for book-lovers. It's good that books are available online and can be purchased from e-shops, but the feel of a bookshop where an ardent reader used to search for 'mind-capsules' is something that is going fast into past. The flute-sellers are sad, as rarely the melody of their flute attracts the attention of anyone. Something that we consider 'classic' or vintage is disappearing... or have disappeared... the literary journals of the common lingua, the convo and the coffee, the poet writing his heart sitting under the mango tree, the old post-office, the katcha houses, the child reciting old rhymes, the radio playing an 'old is gold', 'paan-shops', 'the sabke sath cinema', 'the Riverside', 'the bright moon talking with stars'...but there is hope in something amazing... hope when you see kites smiling in the sky and a child looking so elated for those colorful objects or hope when the poet's bird comes back, and when there is small crowd sitting on the bank of the old flowing river with some notes and a guitar in hand.So, we all can hope for the best as Emily Dickinson writes, "Hope is a thing with feathers",we should wait for the old fun and frolic revisiting us, coming and surprising us closing our eyes from behind!

The team commonplace is happy to evolve "Silversands" in its online avatar and that I think will boost our accessibility to our readers.

More later,
See You.