Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Stranger in the night

                                                      Part I

She was cold...she was wet....she stood still under the street lights...its been one hour she had been waiting to get a rick to get home...the cell battery had run out...
 
The darkness of the streets crawled under her skin....she shivered...she knew she should have asked her Boss to drop her home...but the "new city" still had not taken away the "hesitation"...she thought she could manage her way back...
 
She started walking...down the lane...it was getting late...suddenly there was a flash of light...a thunder somewhere...she blinked....screeching tyres...and suddenly everything was silent...she opened her eyes..there was smoke...though the rain lashed around...she could hear her loud heartbeats thudding in her ears...
 
She saw the car that crashed to the light pole ahead...the engine sound still hummed in the stormy night....she slowly walked around to the driver's side....the wipers moved rapidly on the windshield...in the darkness she couldnt see anything inside...she tried opening the door...it didnt budge...
 
She tucked few of the loose strands of her wet hair behind....and looked around...the lane was silent...the lone watchmen  at the nearby building was nowhere to seen in the rains....she thought to leave...to call 911 from a nearby pay phone...if available....but then turned back on a second thought...one last try...and she tugged with her might at the door handle....strangely it opened....
a dark form...a man......his head on the steering....a scream rose in her dry throat....was he dead....
 
Slowly she raised her hand and tried to shake him...he didnt move....she couldnt make out his face in the dark...she could only see he was alone in the car...."hello...can you hear me..."....she finally voiced her thudding heartbeats....."are you all right? " "hello....can you hear me....".
 
Unsure...totally drenched...she stepped back a little...maybe she can walk little ahead..and get some one around the corner of the next street...she had just turned...when suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist....with a start she turned back...he stirred....his head was still down....but he had reached out...and held her wrist....a cold sensation....he was cold...more than her...a shiver went down her spines.....and then a deep voice....."can you please wait...".....and he lifted his head slowly.....
 
Lightning flashed....it thundered hard....the rain lashed the world around....

Exploration

"Rebel"...and thats how I define "me"...how my surroundings define the nature of "me"..."me" is a mirror of changing seasons...that sees the world when is was candy-floss, when it sparkled in the bubbles...."me" then saw the summers where frienships were etched,when sun shone on the green meadows of life...."me" saw the rebel in the season when it was chained down with physical blows...when the world seemed deceptive and those whirlpools of temptation were strong....I saw the rebel drive the "me" to the hearts of passion....that ignited the winters of love that grew to be a blackhole...where you can only fall deep....deeper....deepest....never to resurrect back....."Me" could then still be blown by the thunders of a new world and hail storms of new dreams....thats why the world still rotates every moment...revolves with each breath...cause I explore, I fall, I rise, I "rebel"...but the "I" may pause...I may tire....the "me"...never ceases...its always randomness....searching its own reflections....unknown....un-explored.


"The World is indeed a mixture of truth and make-believe.Discard the make-believe and take the truth."
                                              Ramakrishna

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In the skies....

Mind mirrors a vast universe...randomness of thoughts,plans,actions,decisions...it's an epicentre of function...that controls our dynamics...

And when I try to analyse mine...I find randomness...mostly chaos...abstractness in its interpretation....but always in motion..there are days when I find answers that it works even when I sleep...and then there are days when I find a symphony to my thoughts....there are days it's just "static noise" and it screams back at me..the body tires,but never the mind...and there are days when I have silent conversations with it...to understand its "behaviour".

It wants to do scores of things in a day...sometimes the laziness of the mortal body doesn't synchronise to the wants of the mind...some days the laws of nature...rules of the universe...and the "time" in a 24 hrs day doesn't support it's whims...but every day it tells me one thing repeatedly..."touch me...try capture me....I am vast...I am rapid...I lie beyond the skies...I fly in the skies....hold me..." and then I tell myself...fine,today I will start putting some words to you "my mind"....but everyday I fail....

And then suddenly I wake up...I am 27....the world around me is changing....it's nothing what I desired...but then again somewhere its everything which is "ideal"....I never made goals...I never thought ahead....but always took it as it came...it shook me always...but then I always swam with the tides...somewhere,someone "in the skies" have always been looking over...always held me whenever I fell...and mind you,I have had some mighty falls....but still my world seems all right...if I see from outside....but then today when I step in this new pages of my life...I realise He who looks over has finally decided me to "streamline" my life ahead...

There can be death in the next bend, unchartered waters to rock the boat in next curve, storms to wipe away all the "abstractness" that the mind conjures....so somewhere it's time for me to "voice" some of these randomness to start with...

Let me see what is there to touch "in the skies" when I put words to them in a routine....I do not like "set" nature of ways of life...bores me...the "unknown" excites me....so can't say this Blog will follow a set theme or nature...but it will certainly follow the "motion in abstractness" that my mind loves playing music to....so tomorrow when I disappear in the oblivion...these words might give me some form....though I know I am as vast as the universe beyond...so words can't define...but it certainly can find some shades of grey and some more shades of the rainbow...that makes my "thoughts" to stage the daily opera !!!