This is what i came up with, when I was supposed to write an essay on the economical and infrastructural aspects of my city.
I do talk a lot.
I talk at the most inappropriate places about the most horrendously appropriate things.
I've been talking to myself a lot lately..Excerpts from such conversations:
1]
Me: will you please shut up?
Me: no, why don't YOU shut up first?
Me: I asked first.
Me: fine, but I won't shut up until you shut up.
Me: FINE! and I won't shut up until YOU shut up!
2]
Me: you've got real nice hair.
Me: hey, thanks me, you've got real nice hair too!
Me: you don't have give me a compliment just because I did...
3]
Me: I think you're going mad
Me: why is that?
Me: because you're talking to me.
Me: oh, how typically me.
Anyway,you might know about the "you-see-flashes-of-your-life-before-you-are-about-to-die" theory.
thing is, when I am not busy, [which is often] I decide which flashes I am gonna see.Its an engaging pastime.There are so many things I would like to see.So many moments.
What I am saying is, a few days ago, I experienced one such moment.
I was traveling by a local train with a friend of mine. It was a few minutes past dusk and we were standing almost on the extreme edge of the door.Hair flying about, some amazing music playing in the ears, we passed by a small temple.The temple had just one bulb glowing above the idol and a man was sitting all by himself.Surrounded by darkness, a mild wilderness, a pond with the reflection of the half moon and the man on the temple steps with the bulb glowing on the idol.This vision lasted for a second, and going by the persistence of vision theory,it was there for one second,plus an added one sixth of a second.
My friend Shankha clicks wonderful photographs.I completely adore the one below:
It somehow symbolizes all things melancholic.It reminds me of all the lovely time I've spent in and around the wonderful things that have to bear the sad brunt of being "useless".
Anyway, the following lines are an effort to take my joblessness in a valiant stride:
The rest of the world can go screw itself watching prime time news and fiddling with their gadgets and worrying about "matters of consequence".
I wish to spend the next 300 seconds of my life staring at the ceiling.
16 comments:
There is far more joy in doing useless things than seeing to "matters of consequence"... sigh..
And now even i am inspired enough to go and stare at my ceiling for awhile!
The picture reminds me of human brains!!!....
:)
What would my flashes at the last moment!, you made me wonder. I wish they should be flashes of dreams.
Let us all sit together and stare at cieling, because we may be able to see some faces or may be dreams.
Wonderful.
i love this place..... full of crazy people.... i feel so much at home....flashes before death....hmm.. dhus kono flash tash nei....kali dhum potash...aka drop dead :P
Okay that was the longest time I spent in any blog's comment section (including mine for obvious reasons) and what happens? After my pointers proving my pseudo-intellect (which I go on to deny), Blogger gives up on me. So I'm gonna give 1 shot at recreating it all:
* Dialogues are fun, especially if both parties happen to be figments of imagination belonging to the same mind - my own, but I seriously thought that mine personified intellect-tranquilizing to the point of being synonymous with that non-existent phrase.
* Ten discontinuous months at a youth magazine have made me despite scant disregard to detail, especially when it comes to formatting of the spacing after full-stop kind, the very basic reason being poor readability.
* The previous 2 points notwithstanding, the start, the self-conversation and the clubbing together of segments which have no apparent connection is intriguing in a very positive sense.
* Question - was that picture taken on a rain-battered and under-maintained roof so typical of your City of Joy?
Disclaimer - No offence. FYI I'm not the pseudo-intellectual kind. Far from it - I don't even bother pretending.
There - I think I did a fair job of recreating my original comment.
If Calcutta were to be personified, it would be someone sitting in a coffee shop from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. and discussing Marx and Lenin with fellow intellectuals.....
another crazy post.... there is beauty in chaos....
reminds me of the hour long arguments among the conflicting elements of my brain....i have to step in and call it truce sometimes....
wonderfully written :)
ha ha ha ha. stunning
can i link you?
@ ashi...Sure Sure!...:D
u have just 2 inside u?
I have about 5 or 6 speaking non-stop..and it becomes hard to control them sometimes..[:P]
Step 1:
be utterly amazed
Step 2:
be utterly inspired
Step 3:
repeat Step 2
Step 4:
Look at the ceiling.
Did I mention the inspiration from the writing?
@abhishek
when was the last time you went to coffee house? Marx and Lenin? 9a.m. to 1 p.m.? Its all a part of a bygone era. Coffee House starts hurrying customers the minute they serve the food and the crowd constitutes mostly of oglers and the poor, hungry students of the nearby college who can not afford the more posh restaurant nearby.
Calcutta can never be personified, especially by people who think the Victoria Memorial and the Howrah bridge does it all. Though maybe Dalhousie can bean example. The merging of a British legacy with the MNC's highlights the mid life crisis the city has entered into and where it proposes to stay till time indefinite.
@Dreamy
an excellent, whimsical prosy prose. Its almost as if you let go and the words flow out. Just a question? By any chance do you sometimes get the feeling you are a part of a book or a movie and trivial occurrences seem more dramatic? This flashes of life thing happened to me once when I began to think what should I remember so as to make a dying, dramatic statement if my life was made into a movie.
I am shallow. :(
Whoa, longest comment I ever wrote.
hey! my name's adrita too, i was born in calcatta too, i'm 13 yaer old gal , i spent only abt 4 yrs of my life in india, since u haven't written ur e-mail ....i'm writin this ....la...
my blog's deadsotong-tropaz.blogspot.com....visit if u can...hope to kow u better.
"in tears" totally, i am begging you to
13 year olds are bloggin?! i am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo old!
ur the queen of blog based Novelty..
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