“Post your comments here” …
…he declared and waited for the complex world to pour their heart out and tell him what they thought, felt, observed, loved and loathed about him. All this while conveniently hiding behind the garb of anonymity…
And the comments continued to fill up the box, just like the various spices continue to fall into the boiling pot and merge themselves into a complex concoction when the rustic indian chef prepares his curry… And the comments continued to appear- pungent n fragnant, savoury n sweet, soothing n spicy.
Each post he read made him wonder, made him sigh, made him elated, made him regret, made him laugh, made him cringe, made him moist in the eye..
Did they really mean what they said..He asked himself.. “Naaaa” said the mind.. “Or maybe yeaah” said the heart. Were these anonymous critics able to permeate an hitherto unexplored exterior and take a peep into what lay in the deep quarries of his persona. Was it something so obvious that he missed all these years.. he pondered..
..and he waited for more spices to hit the pot as he wondered…what kind of curry were the brutal anonymous chefs planning to create out of his unfolded recipe of life?
You are what you eat they say… Is it true he wonders…
Is it really more than a source of energy or a momentary wondrous sensation on the taste buds. Does what you eat really form part of your being. Does it connect to the soul just as easily as it connects to the body.
Whatever the case, it doesn’t get more primal than this. It’s fascinating how so much that happens on our tiny little blue rock is centered around the creation and dispensation of this need.
Food for Thought they say, but he was suddenly having a deep Thought for Food…
It’s 3pm on a working Wednesday afternoon… Looking down the street he finds a few kids returning back from school… Happy moms who are Happy to see their Happy kids… Is it so difficult to remain happy after all he wonders… where did he complicate his life…??
Sleepless nights have a certain amount of hype and misplaced brouhaha, he thinks to himself…What about the underplayed agony of blank , lonely and endless afternoons…?
The day is moving slower than a lazy cow crossing a busy metropolitan street…As he picks up and runs down his fingers through his idle mobile phone, he again thinks to himself…where did he complicate his life…??
The blank Wednesday afternoon refuses to come to an end…And neither do his endless, directionless and wayward thoughts…
An unusually silent day is coming to an end..
No longer do weekdays look different from weekends..
Mondays and Saturdays are like distant sisters who now suddenly live in the same locality..
The cellphone sighs a forlorn smirk and tries to remember when it last sprung up with rythmic notifications.. a long playing chaotic orchestra is gradually hitting it’s last notes..
An unknown source of peace prevails as he finds himself in sync with life’s symphony….
The clock is ticking towards what is soon going to be the end of a 11 year old frenzied saga.. Follow me as I take you through the elation and despair of a weather-beaten soul who is at the crossroads of his journey…
Here’s to humble endings and hopeful beginnings…Cheers!