Saturday, February 28, 2009

Midnight Gupshup

Midnight Gupshup; hmmmmm.....

Guess, I should have written something sensuous, perhaps having shades of erotica. But then, my midnights are just like my days; I wont label them boring, but I'll be surprised if anyone else finds them enterprising.

Over dinner at Kebabish, I decided to pass the night in the night-out mode. I keep doing this from time to time, sometime night forcing itself on me, at other times, such as this, I forcing myself on the night. I guess this ends up being symmetric anyways, irrespective of who forces oneself on the other.
Anyways, I watched Tahaan and liked it. Somehow I bias my mind to movies. I very much know even before watching a movie, if I am going to like it or not. I like watching fable kinda movies, especially the ones with kids playing central roles (Blue Umbrella, Makdee).
I also wasted my hours shuffling between numerous routines of Hearts, Solitaire and Free Cell. Often I have noticed that if I indulge too much in these card games, my dreams start to appear green; talk about subconscious :)
Oh, by the way, philosophy. Its an important aspect of any conversation that has to be deemed meaningful. Though you need not necessarily talk meaningfully, quite a lot of people still fall trap to this pseudo intellectualism which more often than not is nothing but gibberish. Well, the above sentence is one such example; but let me quote the one that we (Me and Murli) invented during dinner. This one was based on another famous philosophy; 'Take Life as it comes'. We devised our own version, 'One need not worry too much about life, it anyways ends up taking you whether you want to come or leave'.

On parting notes, here's the thought of the night:

There are thousand many ways of screwing your life; sooner or later you'll figure them out ;)


Watch Gulaal when it releases, watch Dev D if you haven't done that, listen to Death Metal with lights off.


Drink Camomile Tea for better sleep, do Yoga for relaxation, frequent cafes in the town, you might see a face or two that're indeed better than yours.


Monday, February 23, 2009

The Rainbow Bridge over Nothingness (The One of Turquoise Eyes - 4)

It was morning when he woke up. Lazy eyes, swollen and red due to lack of sleep and tired of holding eternity, caught the first glimpse of the rainbow bridge. The wind was soft and soothing, bit cold but that was due to the night which never left before leaving its mark on the morn of the following day(s). There was light mist around and the bridge hung in the thin veil of the fog. He could see the peak, way beyond the green valley on the other side of the bridge. The rainbow bridge would soon be without its colors, all draining one after another as Sun would raise high up in the azure. The skies were already reddish orange, and the Sun, a baby pink reminiscent of glories, whose presence had become so commonplace now.
‘Now’. What was now? Not the bridge, not its colors; not even its name. It faded slowly, from the view, from the landscape, from his eyes. The day was clear and sun no longer pink. The bridge was away from its colors and what remained of it was what always existed, carefully placed stones, tied and hung in that space by who knew whom. Chiseled stones welcomed his slow and unsure steps. “Are you comfortable”, they asked. He should have replied but he didn’t. No one knew the significance of these steps of his, not the stones, not the bridge or the peak. The sun and the faded colors didn’t knew it either.
He continued his slow walk, seldom looking around or paying attention to the talks of the stones who continued with their questions; “Are you comfortable”, “What took it so long for you to come”, “Are you heading to the valley and the peak beyond”.
The sun was now on the other side of the bridge, watching him as patiently as ever. He had passed the middle of the bridge when he noticed that nothing existed beneath the bridge. This was a bridge over nothingness; dark, ever growing and encompassing nothingness. A nothingness way beyond the Sun and its golden hue, nothingness where even night was afraid to go. Where did then the Night slept?
Was it this vast nothingness in which melted the colors of the rainbow bridge?
As his turquoise eyes met the nothingness from far above the bridge, the air became melancholic. The stone voices grew thin and then finally died down on their own, assimilating perhaps in the nothing. Sun once again shifted it stance and now hung close to his head, right above him.
His turquoise eyes saw his shadows cast over the surface of the nothingness, some even piercing deep inside it. His eyes had seen a lot and held even more. All that; the cave, those yellows, that ember and all else was a part of him, his eyes and this nothingness.
He lifted his eyes, away from his shadows, away from the nothingness beneath him. Over his shoulder hung the sun, who was to die soon one more of his eternal silent deaths. Far away in the distance was the peak and in between lay the valley. All of them were silent, listening to the melancholy which was his, looking at his somber turquoise eyes and his face on which had arrived the shades of rainbow,

An Indigo sad in the company of a Violet
A Yellow and A Red, part of his nothingness, adopted and parted with
An Orange of the dying evening Sun
A Green of that jungle, that lied buried in the Blue
A Blue that was eternal.

His turquoise eyes looked around, casting themselves on the Sun, the valley and the peak beyond, the bridge; his eyes looked at them all. And then they looked down again at the nothingness smeared with his shadows.

From above the rainbow bridge, he opened his arms and jumped to the embrace of nothingness.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

The Dream (The One of Turquoise Eyes - 3)

They passed through the skin

as they marched towards the cave
with their sharpened teeth
cluttering vociferously.

The voices within
and around
have long been dead,
silence resided there
with fellows no one knew;
but they were not the explorers

Hungry shadows lurked around
shadows without sun
shadows that knew no moon.

They might have been singing a song
out of tune
and soon they were
in front of the cave.

He saw them go inside
one by one
cluttering their teeth
singing their song,
he saw them go inside
with his Turquoise eyes,
Those eyes of his
that shed green tears,
He saw them
one by one;
hunger ,
All were for his Turquoise eyes
to behold.

There’s a cloud
a sun and a moon as well,
day and night
the Cave;
dark and silent it was,
dark and silent it might be.

He moves away
slow and staggering
crushing his shadows repeatedly
eyes open to himself
but closed to vision.

Do watch him go
Do keep an eye
Warn him

“But I have no fear”.
“From whom”?
“I won’t”?

“Then, perish”.

“I will”.