Thursday, March 29, 2007

Let me ease out of this hallway please

If I say esoteric, people say it’s a word difficult to fathom. But then, I point out that exoteric—the well-known and the widely understood—stumps them too. Do these words mean anything at all?

When I drink, I smoke. And I try to maintain an optimal proportion of both, when in simultaneity. 3 drags and a swig. I’m never satisfied though. Therein lies the puzzle. I’m happy, but the niggling details refuse to let go. Too much for the lungs, too little for the liver, or viceversa. If I concern myself with the details, I just cease to enjoy the moment.

At bedtime, I agree that it has been a happy day. The hours conflate, translating into a balmy feel; yet, the analysis of the minutes vex me. If I choose, still, to be happy, the other me reminds me that there has been disregard of slights. Thoughts have not been thought over. The saner me says, “Rub those stains off for tomorrow, please. Or else they will notice and comment.” I’m many different persons while talking to myself.

So, smart and sprightly, up and running, I stand at the threshold of existence to welcome the daylight of life. Shuttling between existence and life though are the moments.

Between the perfectly done hair and new shoes lies a trepid heart, and beneath it are two cold feet.

She grew up by the sea with the rustle of sand-filled breeze. I step out and the blare of incessant honking and the cry of too many babies stupefy me. Reality distorts dreams many times over.

It has been seeping into me that no lesson lasts a lifetime. The agenda always outsmarts the plan.

14 comments:

Ergo said...

Beautiful writing. Even at work, those few times when I reviewed your papers, it used to be a delight to observe the way your mind worked.

satyajit said...

ergo: Thank you very much :-)

Nasal Crooner said...

wat the fukkk man!!!
somebody transalte in englezz pleeezzz :) :)

Charlotte said...

Lovely, Satyajit. I'm never able to capture stuff with the ease with which you've done here. Kudos, man :)

satyajit said...

sorry paka...the first few lines of this post make more sense now

charlotte: hail my reviewer! thank you

Tikna said...

to come with a smart comment for your blogs is an effort :)
but i can understand a little better as i am more and more aware of the cleavage within.. moulting hurts!

Nasal Crooner said...

wat abt the Remaining Linezzz?!?!?
wats teh analogy concerning 3 swigs n a sip?!?! :O

suhas said...

loved the line - "Shuttling between existence and life though are the moments."

satyajit said...

tikna: hang on

paka: chal suri bar..

suhas: thanks tiger

Candid Confessions said...

A gamut of my emotions expressed so well there! Its so comforting to know that there are like minded people going through the same thought process!

PritS said...

:( Could not understand a bit (a bit bole to any bit)
I need a tution.

satyajit said...

candid confessions: its all the more surprising to me when I've people who relate to what i write.. cos i just write what i feel like and sometimes its quite abstract; being, or still being, understood is like the icing on the cake (the cake being the actual process of penning down thoughts)..comments like yours makes me wonder if there are birds beyond the ocean with similar plumes

prits: i'm not sorry but i wish you had understood..you certainly don't need tuition :-)

sonika said...

will somebody pleeeeeeeeeeez tell ma wats dis bout???
really i neeed to knw...m feelin helpless...

satyajit said...

sonika: if you could just tell me which parts you didn't understand, I would be willing to explain the same to you. I intend no sarcasm or judgment; i only want to get what I've written across