Sunday, May 31, 2009
In limbo
It-s been a long journey. 26 hours and 14 odd more to go..it-s happening after so many ifs and buts and whens..as the senior citizen snores n huffs n puffs downstairs i decide to put the journal for myself..my cellphone being the only standing mate, i write hence..i started with all the usual melodrama. No confirmed ticket. No confirmed train turning into two confirmations..did not have time to rue the moolah as the scene turned into the something from srk movie sans encouraging amrish puri..righl now it-s more like a reality show with this rather unfair endurance task...usually i like long train trips.. Maybe i have a secret thing about these forlorn stops where life survives around these trains..not unlike the trains to macondo or devli if one is romantically inclined..the truth is there are many unknowns about the trip..i do not know why i need to make this trip..this is something i need to find out..life is strange many times but it-s beautiful still ..one week seems like too small a time but i hope i will make the return trip with more of sun
Saturday, May 16, 2009
in the desert
it's been long since it has rained. morninigs bring some moisture though, being enough for those aclimatized for these parts, or for those who have never seen those days when the village lived as a miracle amid punishing desert.
then there are those who live in memories, too deep in love to care about life that changed around them, or rather life choses to let them be.
as children of the town, we've grown up feeding on these stories of immortality. Some think memories keep you alive.others think it's love, then there are many who think it's it's the the refusal to wake up to the desert that has kept this town alive. i cannot say which one of these is true, as a story-teller, i am not supposed to 'know'. it's you who decide, each to oneself...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Keeping It Simple & Stupid
I think I am getting towards mastering the art, having been helped in no small measure by the inborn talent.
Sometimes I savor these moments of intellectual laziness. I let the words flow in, into my eardrums, or eyes’, feel them sailing in, fighting desperately for a little crack to open inside me. They want to be let in...Well some of them, others don't bother. Sometimes I decide to let a visitor in. I like the sweet sensation of beads of sweat on my forehead as I try to pry open the sensible self ever so delicately. The effort is designed to fail.
I like glow of stupefaction and wonder, the nod of understanding- the revelation. Yes they must act now... something needs to be done . Thus I need to sit and decide for an action plan to understand it. I need to brood in peace with this slight pressure of pointless purpose.
I absolutely love the valor of Kamikaze . Yes it's glorious to fail.
I see the world through eyes or a serpent. lithe and lively and murderously colorful creatures with all the color or general blindness..I see the fuzzy, shapeless world that extends up to five feet,little world bubble with cold death outside. Inside, it's a long wait. Occasionally I venture out so far as four and a half feet, mostly I keep my memories and snapshots at a handy distance, not too far away. (Someone might argue that a snake doesn't have hands..or is it that for you and me the eyes and the fangs define the snake so much so that we never bothered to see?.. the archeologists ( read grave-diggers- the old wise men) say the serpent did have hands once upon a time..in this little five feet world the hands kept getting sorrier and angrier and smaller till the day when eyes could not see them and then they dropped away from the world..but that's another story) ( The eyes became the favored slave of the fangs, they learnt to spot moving prey and incoming predator, waiting at the doorsteps as a slave should be at other times, until they to realized they were too small to be the only one.. and then they felt sorry and teary and foggy, but they stood by.Thus we have the serpent with fangs, and then eyes and rest of the body...but that's another story)
The trick is to keep it simple and stupid... Thusi finish with a stupid god -knows- for -what- reason grin
Exercises for practice
Q who won in the end?
A the Fangs
B the eyes
C- the hands
D the question is out of syllabus as the relevant text is within parentheses
E it's a farce so no one wins,
Hint- its either A or B or C or D or E,
*Answer only is applicable
Sometimes I savor these moments of intellectual laziness. I let the words flow in, into my eardrums, or eyes’, feel them sailing in, fighting desperately for a little crack to open inside me. They want to be let in...Well some of them, others don't bother. Sometimes I decide to let a visitor in. I like the sweet sensation of beads of sweat on my forehead as I try to pry open the sensible self ever so delicately. The effort is designed to fail.
I like glow of stupefaction and wonder, the nod of understanding- the revelation. Yes they must act now... something needs to be done . Thus I need to sit and decide for an action plan to understand it. I need to brood in peace with this slight pressure of pointless purpose.
I absolutely love the valor of Kamikaze . Yes it's glorious to fail.
I see the world through eyes or a serpent. lithe and lively and murderously colorful creatures with all the color or general blindness..I see the fuzzy, shapeless world that extends up to five feet,little world bubble with cold death outside. Inside, it's a long wait. Occasionally I venture out so far as four and a half feet, mostly I keep my memories and snapshots at a handy distance, not too far away. (Someone might argue that a snake doesn't have hands..or is it that for you and me the eyes and the fangs define the snake so much so that we never bothered to see?.. the archeologists ( read grave-diggers- the old wise men) say the serpent did have hands once upon a time..in this little five feet world the hands kept getting sorrier and angrier and smaller till the day when eyes could not see them and then they dropped away from the world..but that's another story) ( The eyes became the favored slave of the fangs, they learnt to spot moving prey and incoming predator, waiting at the doorsteps as a slave should be at other times, until they to realized they were too small to be the only one.. and then they felt sorry and teary and foggy, but they stood by.Thus we have the serpent with fangs, and then eyes and rest of the body...but that's another story)
The trick is to keep it simple and stupid... Thusi finish with a stupid god -knows- for -what- reason grin
Exercises for practice
Q who won in the end?
A the Fangs
B the eyes
C- the hands
D the question is out of syllabus as the relevant text is within parentheses
E it's a farce so no one wins,
Hint- its either A or B or C or D or E,
*Answer only is applicable
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