Writing Me

Just break the aura filled with prejudices and misconceptions. Listen to the surroundings; you will be surprised by the missing facts of ‘nature’- not that it’s all new, but you just missed it; it just flowed through you unnoticed.
I don’t know whether this is the right way to begin a novel or a story, if there is some thing well defined as the ‘right’ and the ‘ wrong’. I have been trying to write one for the past few days when a sudden flash of electrifying idea (that’s how I always define my ideas) came to me. I sat confidently before the computer and those were the lines typed on the ‘word’.
The missing elements in my life started dancing and singing before me; the singing of birds, the dancing of trees; the smiling of kids, the goodness in my neighbors, and of course, the inquisitiveness of my self. I wonder how could I miss this much in my life when these are the prominent and dominant facts around us.
It all started on an evening when my first cousin, who’s in ‘Std.II.A’ (in her own terms), came to me with her homework. She has to name the ‘cries/sounds’ of different animals. I could answer most of them easily, but still there were some I had to search. Then came her question, “ who found out all these stupid things? I just want to kill him.” We just laughed and laughed at her innocent but angry question. What else could we do? We just forgot the ways and means to explain her the importance of the question.
I was going through my thesis which has to be submitted soon. After some time it started raining heavily. I could clearly hear the sound of splashing raindrops outside. Suddenly the question came to my mind. How will I explain the sound of rain? How could I explain the feeling (nostalgic?) that crossed my mind as I was listening to it? As I was trying to find a satisfactory word/answer for this, a lot of sounds, sights and thoughts became clear to me. I was perplexed to find the number of words I had to find out.
I, then, thought of writing something on this where I could search an answer and here it begins: a beginning that might entangle the loops that surrounds me or entwine me again in loops of the still unexplored nature and human nature. And I begin:

Just break the aura filled with prejudices and, misconceptions. Listen to the surroundings; you will be surprised by the missing facts- not that it’s all new, but you just missed it, it just flowed through you unnoticed.

The Search

Debates; Malecdictions; Tiffs -
Words roll about,
Zooming in and out,
Spewing manifold jargons around.

Sometimes
Shattered words tangle up in
Romance,
But don't bother:
They get back to order soon enough.

Mysterious, still -
A Powerful lassitude burgeoned,
As '-logy's pressed forth.

Pages Yellowed;
History googled;
Scripts hyperlinked.

Now:
Language,
Devoid of Content,
Flapped this way and that.

Every second,
The world is shrinking.
Still, invisible clicks determine
The right and the wrong.

Question:
The '-logy' spirit
Rules me readily;
I sit quietly in the web,
Drawing patterns around,
The prey(?) is yet to come!

Of Colours, among Other Things

It's all about time - right time, and right decision.


She was looking at a girl, a ten year old girl with her crayons sitting under a tree with her aaya, while Ravi wistfully talked to her about their fraying relationship. Sometimes, he felt that he doesn't have enough words to articulate his feelings. After a while, he realized that she is not paying any attention at all to his words.


"You never listened. You..You will never understand what i think. You don't even give a try. I'm sorry Padma. I think it's time we re- considered our decisions."


She gave a sudden shudder. When she was back to her senses, there was none other than herself left in that nook of the park. She tried to piece together what just passed. The girl with her crayons looked very pretty in her pink out fit. Padma remembered how much she loved pink when she was a girl. Even now her first preference is pink; a soft, hallucinatory shade of it that mildly rejects all so-called realities, with a sad tingle. What else are colours for if not to enable your rejections of blacks, whites and greys? All of a sudden she felt that the whole world is laughing at her... at her unfitness. She started thinking that she is not the kind of person this world accommodates. As a hand touched her, she came back to her senses as if sucked outward from a dark well even as you were falling in. The girl in the pink frock stood by her side with her drawing book and crayons. There were tears on her face. Padma stared at her in puzzlement, and sat there, her mind completely blank and helpless to do anything, about anything.