Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Died Him

The recollection of reactions, which culminated in boarding the running train, brought a wry smile. He was left behind at the platform long after the train was gone, even if only in spirits. At least he wanted to be. He adjusted his lens and cleared his vision. He peered through the window as another train passed his thoughts in a flash. The images moved backwards, as he saw, with the pace only matched by the speed of conflicting thoughts in his brain. He was stationary and everything else moved back. Everything else! The train moved on. He moved on. Life moved on? All that was left was a series of moving images. All so beautiful and filled with fragrance and none he could touch, none he could reach out for. None would freeze! They kept moving, and he kept alone. It was an amazing coincidence. At least, he tried to wriggle himself free from this wrong revelation. He wanted to hold it all so tight to himself. But it was not to be. It had to move on.

But then many of his self defined parameters had failed to quantify happiness the true meaning of bliss. His playlist didn’t give him the lift. Music also failed the litmus test. But then he realized the transition hasn’t been all that sudden. He hadn’t laced his football cleats for days. He hadn’t blogged for ages. He hadn’t found movies to suit his taste. The journey was inevitably coming to the climax. He wasn’t prepared for it. It was not sudden. The part of dying him died gradually. Maybe, it will rise from the ashes; the phoenix might infuse and re-find itself.

Even if he re-gathers the situation, fighting with the circumstances, he is sure not to find the same passion. It would be a new team, a new world. Maybe, just maybe he is jumping to conclusions all too soon? Like a divine intrusion, he came out of this thoughts-land. The wheels were screeching to a halt. The siren paraded the senses of hearing. The images were no longer moving backward with the same agonizing speed. He believed they weren’t far from his reach, this time. Lo and Behold! He could reach out to the images, and feel the strong reality of it. The train stopped! The life stopped! Just another parking in life? He would move back to the destination. He moved his hair back. He adjusted his spectacles, cleaning the dirt that had been blocking the vision. A deep breath and the life in his hands brought the gleam in his eyes back! He leapt in joy of life!

14 comments:

Sashu... said...

Ah! How I can relate to this...! The gradual fading away(i'd use fadin away rather than dyin) Movin on is somethin we do, not wantin to at times..not realizin it, at other times..n sometimes,, with all our effort..no matter what, when one era ends, there begins a newer more exciting phase!! n somehow, changes are always always beautiful experiences, when taken in de ryt spirits!!

so, go get the world, prabhu :)

Aayushi Mehta said...

it was great reading this one...one of your first posts i've read...loved the images you created...the thoughts...its like giving us an insight into your mind...and the positive ending:)

vaneeta said...

oieee..vy do u get senti n evrything...try 2 be positive..u gtta njoy evry moment f lyf..fr dey dnt last forevr..so its tym 2 njoy d new chnge..gear up buddy.

Mahita said...

Every halt is the beginning of a next step:). The uncertainity will soon fade away bringing in a breath of fresh air, driving the despair and gloom out of life. Good luck with the beginning of ur new adventure! Loved reading this post as well... (I tend to repeat myself, right?)

Anindita said...

:)

Marvin said...

Incomplete sentences ka use kam kara karo. Warna poora effect kharab ho jaata hai.

Malavika said...

Nice post...use some complete sentences,incomplete is good..but overdose is a killer!

pseudo intellectual said...

beautiful.and so uplifting somehow!

Bhasa said...

phoenix will rise!

Marvin said...

Also, time's out. Move on.

Chandni said...

Came here after so very long and was greeted by this. I found it quite well written. But the last line? "He leapt in joy of life?" Anyway, all the best for the leaping and the joy and well, life!!!

rabbit said...

trust me dude, write a book.

this was so good...i was so busy all these days and i really connected to this.

thanx for writing this mate.

tc and hugs

NUTS 'n' ASHES said...

The dynamics of time fail at justifying all the moments that an instant later are called memories...
We walk, fumble, fall, rise ...and its an enlightening experience...to move on to bigger and better things
Love the way you write :)

Marvin said...

For all those whom he can not tell himself:

Pinky won't be able to post for quite sometime now since Infosys does not allow its employees to access Blogspot.

hyuk hyuk hyuk.