Monday, November 30, 2009
We are dreamers.. we live half immersed in an ocean, seeing reality only through a periscope. We live in a submarine of hopes. We float in a tide of intoxication. We swim in the sea of wisdom from heartbreaks. We drown in the abyss of detachment. Its a massive bubble in the universe and we fear if it would ever burst. We seek the island of Man Friday. We. All of us inside my head. in a blue trance, immersed in the blueness of the blurry horizon with thoughts swirling like a whirlpool in the anticipation of love, life, money, power and happiness. And then the ocean sweeps it all away in an eternal silence.
Posted by arkana at 5:43 PM
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Late for office, yet again. The bitching about life and work peaks and ebbs as I step on the gas and steer my santro violently on the ahmedabad streets. My thoughts halt, and so does my car as the traffic light turns red.
A rare and beautiful sight catches my attention. A little slum girl, with tattered clothes and uncouth hair looks at me, and there is a spark in her eyes and she smiles at the world. She is beautiful. I turn away thinking that she would come closer for begging. I was wrong, she was blissful in her world.
I turned to look at her again. She was dancing. She raised her hands and joined her fingers in the air, dancing away the agony of not having a roof over her. She did little somersaults and sprang about in the pavement. Her younger sister came running with a bag of garbage. My slum child dumped her hand into the garbage bag and closed her fist with the garbage dust and hurled it in the air. She danced away the misery of poverty.
All this while, I was watching her, my car music acting as beats to her dance. I couldn't help but smile at her and she smiled back. I can swear that she was happy, joyous in her carefree unawareness of the politics and trivial nothings of this world. The lights turned green and I was no longer bitching. The rest of the ride was blissful in the after glow of the slum child's dance.
Posted by arkana at 10:41 AM