REVIVED FROM THE TRASH CAN

I was going through the list of my unpublished posts and found this really short one. Guess I wrote it when I was fed up with my previous job. Here it goes:

To quit or not to quit is the question. I know Shakespeare just turned 360 degrees in his grave. But then its time we contemporise him a little, or rather remix him.

Coming back to the question.

Why is it so difficult to just leave it?

To stop and then start again.

To act like we are playing a game.

Pause and then choose to restart.

A new day, a new life and a new game.

EMPTY MINDS II-STORIES

The only people who really believe all my stories are my nieces (5 and 2 years of age). As of now I am their hero. They listen to my stories with big bright eyes, taking every word in. I don’t really know what they think of me, but am sure they think am close to their age.

Soon they will find other heros. Someone with better stories. Then they’ll look back and think what was so great about her stories? Why did we like them?

I need to collect better stories now. Write them down so that I don’t forget them. A person can be judged by the stories she/he can tell. How many new ones does she/he have. I realised recently that I have quite a few stories to tell. But now am getting repetitive like a lot of really old people I know. Time to find new stories before I grow stale and boring.

EMPTY MIND 1

Empty heads make a lot of noise. Here's some noise from mine. Blame the flight delays and airports for this ramble. As the title suggests, there is one more.

Characters. There are so many of them waiting to be discovered, observed and told about. A man having lunch alone at a busy restaurant, commuters waiting at a bus stop or just someone trying to cross the road. Each one of them has a story to tell. Each one of them is a protagonist. Not in a story that matters to you or me, but a story which is very important to them.

Sitting at a busy Bangalore airport on Christmas morning all I could see was interesting faces. Interesting characters. Most of these people had probably spent a lot of time at the airport due to flight delays. Tired and hungry they had no option but to wait. Like I said in a very classic phrase to my room mate the other day, 'the waiting is killing'. It's my copyright, don't mess with it.

Coming back to the point, travellers are the most interesting people to observe. There is one set which is all keyed up and ready to just keep going, the other would rather be home. While the romanticism linked to the idea of travel appeals to one, the other does not find it romantic at all.

So, does the bus driver driving an inter-city enjoy travelling or he has to travel because someone who enjoys it has to travel. The daily wager also travels from his village to the city on a local train or bus. Catching the train on time or finding out the correct platform is not adventure for him. So, is one person’s romance another's despair? Or one person's obsession another's aversion?

WINTER SUN

Winter has to be my favouritest season. Monsoon is close, but winters are way to beautiful. You might not agree with me if you come from a part of the world which is always cold and laugh at me when I say I dream of seeing real snow someday. Well all I have to tell say is each one to her/his own.

The best part about winter is the sun. It's almost like half of the sun's rays take leave during winter. So, its warm and soothing. For once it's welcome. Everytime I sit and soak Vitamin D, some very distant but clear memories come to back to me.

It is almost like the sun switches on some button and I see myself in my mothers house. There is a big open courtyard there and I see myself lazing on an old armchair in the sun. This has never happened before. Maybe it has. The winter sun just gets this image in my head and I dream of the big court yard and the blue swing.

Or perhaps trapped in the concrete comforts of a so called city life, some part of me still yearns to be in a quaint, dreamy countryside. Where life is paceless and beautiful and you feel every moment that passes by. Where a nap in the winter sun does not make you lose anything, it just makes the season more beautiful.

This could just be a very romantic illusion of a city bred person, maybe all that quaintness has something disturbing in it. But isn't that the beauty of anything romantic? It rides over all the maybes and creates an illusion of its own.

So I have to make a confession that Shaw's Bluntschli made, "I suffer from an incurable romantic disposition." Blame it on the loveliness of the winter sun.

A FACE IN THE CROWD

Do I know you?
Your face looks familiar.

Did we ride the bus together?
Or maybe we hailed the same cab?
Were you there at the cinema hall?
Or the queue for popcorn?

I know I know you.
I have seen you somewhere.

Am sure it was not a movie poster,
nor was it the TV.
Was it the book fair last evening?
Or at the coffee shop on the street curb?

Before I could find out,
the elevator opened its mouth,
and you stepped out.
Another face lost in the crowd.

COLD, FULL of FEELINGS and VERY VERY DARK

This is the era of the undead. The creatures of the night are back. Not that we ever left, we have been around way before the oldest human but this time our presence is extremely difficult to ignore. We are improved versions of our former selves but that has not affected our attractiveness. Instinctively we are bad, and bad is good.

Some of us have rings which help us walk in broad daylight just as you do. There are others who are not harmed by the sun at all. They avoid it only because their skin sparkles and might give you humans a complex.

I have not glamoured or compelled (whichever one you understand, if you don't then we will come and show you how it's done), the person writing this blog. She is already in love with our kind. So she just let me write this one post for her. She tells me that her blog is the least famous, but we don't like making a show of things ourselves.

We talk to you haters. You are silly mortals and you talk silly. When we will bare our fangs, you will not know where to run. Some of us are mind readers we will know where you are the moment you think about it. We hang out with foreseers so we will know where you will be even before you know.

We stand up for those who like us. Ask Bella, Sookie or Elena they belong to these times. So keep your hate to yourself and stop bothering those who don't agree with you. If you do, we will take the pleasure of ripping your heads apart. We don't want your blood. Sure it sucks.

TROUBLE IS AN END

This year seems to have slowed down. The rate at which it started it should have been Oct 2011 by now. But I guess it suddenly wants to enjoy itself. The last few days it has. What a pain!

This brings me to my new theory and like always it is so true. Whenever something is coming close to an end, it gives more trouble. The other way to put it is when something starts troubling you a lot, you know it is going to end. Take a few minutes and turn this over in your head. The good part is that now we at least have a sign which will tell us things are going to end.

Easiest example is death. We become more troublesome as we approach death. Pain, stubbornness, illness, it all heightens before everything ends forever. Am sure you will have arguments to nullify this. But I am not saying there aren't any exceptions.

Pick up a thriller or a movie. All the problems hit you one after the other and you know its time for the end. Even pain for that, when it reaches its highest point and becomes unbearable you know it has no option but to end.

Lets find more stuff:

School: Before the term ends you have exams and board exams before school is finally over.

Relationships: (not an expert but generalizing): Horrible fights and boughts of doubts and mistrust before you finally call it off

Ketchup bottle: You know it's getting over when you have to shake and shake to get whatever is in it to move.

Soap: The dying soap bar will slip out of your hand and make you chase it on the floor.

Pregnancy: It ends with labour pains which lead to the beginning of another pain.

Shit: It takes all your energy to get rid of it (ie if you are constipated). The last shot is the toughest one and then it's done for the day.

The last crunch: You breathe in, your muscles revolt, your sides hurt, but you have to do it. Phew! and it's over.

Now am going to spend all my waking hours even the non waking ones think of what else can go up on my list. If you have come with me so far, am sure you can't but help thinking of more classic cases. Or it might get you thinking about situations which led to some kind of an end.

In case you do come up with something, leave it on my page. Please! am not forcing people to comment on my post. How lame is that. I will write even if you comment asking me to stop.

Remember, things, people give you more trouble before they end. :)