Shoelaces tightened in a solemn bow across your feet...
Over-stuffed mouth of your leather suitcase, stifled with a loud snap!
Halting before the mirror, your image makes you jump...a comical red bindi sits smugly on the clearing between your brows...but on a closer look...ah! the red rogue is not on your forehead..it is on the glass!
The otherwise dispassionate man-in-the-radio, chokes on his words everytime you pass by him...you hit him angrily on his head, twist his ears, make them go red. The 'roads to avoid' section of his narration becomes gibberish...a messy concoction of clogged lanes and roads holding rude sign-boards screaming 'no entry!', with the teary man-in-the-radio standing in the midst of it all, the clueless traffic police.......Sniff! Screech! Phut!.......and you pull him out of the socket. Silence...complete.
Hurried bites on the toast as the untouched cubes of butter stare at you...hurt, again...you ignore them everytime...why?
" Because i have no time", you say...
Time! Time! You remember then....strap the black ticking appendage to your wrist...wind yourself up...a human time-bomb...ticking away....
So you leave, your squeaky shoes rolling in dust like naughty children, the wind shooting arrows through your well-combed hair...arrows that burst into grains of dust and rain down on your head.
You board a bus...no place to sit....a tight fit, you are. Again and again you bring your hand down to your pocket...the bulge of your wallet assures you- 'im there!' A stranger in grey and white makes a pillow of your shoulder...you do not complain...maybe the man's formidable snores frighten you into submission.."it doesn't matter"- you console yourself...
You walk on and on...
On and on...you walk.
Through overflowing vats of concrete and sand, metal and man...you walk...
Finally,you arrive...
A tired sustained ring on the bell......
I open the door....
You smile...for the first time in the day....
' I would like to believe that this is what you prepare yourself for every morning....that this is what you travel towards...this where your journey ends...'
I close my diary...the only recipient of these loud thoughts- my red bindi sitting smugly on the face of the mirror....tomorrow, it will make you jump again...
10 comments:
okay!i deleted the last comment coz when i first read it,i thought u were talkin about a woman!!but voila....now i see it is a man and a woman!!bhery good!!this is the first of ur blogs that i read and felt its happy!!!!!!
p.s. is this some kind of prolepsis??????!!!i hope not ;)
It is more like a hope that this inevitable prolepsis won't occur in my life...but sigh! it would...this is life...the quintessential spoilsport...so,it is not a 'happy' blog....just a hopeful one...
thanks for your comment....finally you make it!!!!
i've loved this post:)
Very well-written post.loved it.
:)
gimme ur skills for a day, dammit! i'm tired of praising them each time u blog...one day,,,only one
@ ragmuffin...Deal!!! we exchange skills...coz i love the striking simplicity with which you state truths...
striking simpliciy!!?? my dear shayeari!! who wants that in an english honurs class. but still....take watever strikings u want....just gimme your pen and brain....pleeeejj.
I would like to believe that me and my comment were the only things u were waiting for.....
"The roads dart away,
While i wait and wonder,
of moles and curls,
and wisdom and curls,
The man kisses your dank slips,
Lighting your bindi and lips!!!"
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