26 Nov 2004
Posted by krits in
Writing
| 4:29am
Born Free… to follow your heart...live free, the world still astounds you each time you look at the stars…and life is worth living only because you’re born free.. Frank Sinatra
Free to step beyond yourself and go as far your mind will take you. There are as many possibilities as there are thoughts; each thought opening a pathway to the thrill of the unknown, the un-tread.
And each moment in time you are standing at the two-roads-in-the-yellow-woods Frost immortalized with his words.
But you know what? I’m always glad I took the other. I really am. The road, like they say, hasn’t always been like an endless expressway, but the journey has always been a reward, for better or for worse.
The thrill I guess always comes from knowing that it was my way, and no one else’s - the thrill of knowing that the road was taking me somewhere, that there would be pleasant stops on the way; coffee breaks watching the sunset; hours spent looking out the window at blurred somethings – the colors creating a dreamy canvas for a tired mind.
And the road goes on - some jump off; some are pushed away because they fear the others whizzing past; some finish the journey too soon because they accidentally dozed off while driving at night – even when they were the best travel companions ever. They leave behind them a cloud of painful numbness; never to go, never to disperse even with the brightest sun.
But the road goes on – it stretches into the nothingness that you could only visit with your mind, and in time, it becomes the mind. The journey becomes the mind. Taking you where you would want to go, subconsciously, unconsciously, wide-awake.
’free…as the wind blows… the world still astounds you each time you look at the stars…and life is worth living only because you’re born free..’
Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: something stupid
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28 Jul 2004
Posted by krits in
Writing
| 7:38pm
The guy who was born with a mobile phone (with inbuilt camera + 10,000 name phone book memory + colour screen that changes with your mood..) in his mouth. Whose mommy took him around the neighbourhood, not in a pram, but in the latest 4 wheeler to hit the market at that point. And, like they say, childhood traumas have a habit of surfacing in your adult life every now and then. (More now than then, actually)
His day-span extends not from sunrise-sunset-sunrise, but from sleep-hangover-sleep. And between that, his memory supports no other memory of any other activity.
His vocabulary is all but 250 words wide, and this pinnacle was reached sometime in class 8. Then it was doomed to freeze at that figure for all eternity.
You can expect a call from him when there’s a party in town where all the ‘babes’ are expected to be. Of course, it is futile to tell him that babes stopped interesting you after that particularly embarrassing lesbian-crush incident in high school.
If your life is suddenly threatened one day when you discover the all-depressing maxim ‘change is the only constant’, this is the guy to call. With him around, it’s like time has stood still since the time you were a chubby schoolgirl who actually giggled at his so-called wisecracks.
He’ll all-too-willingly handhold you through stories of people you have left behind, jokes you left behind, “books” you left behind, and of course, haircuts (you thought) you left behind.
While you’re battling with the major decisions of life - like where you want to spend the next 5 years, and what you will do everyday to support Project Tiger, this guy provides a welcome relief when he shares his angst over not finding his favourite aftershave (when he went shopping for the 5th time that day) or the fact that he couldn’t attend the party because his newest favourite-est car wasn’t delivered on time from the showroom.
To put it graphically, he’s like Joey – minus the ‘ooh’ factor.
However, it is wise (and horribly materialistic) to keep him in your good books…he’s not a thrifty one with birthday presents ;-)
And therein ends the tale. For some particularly charming cajoling, I might even add the all-important tale-end.
Current Mood: Feeling Better
Current Music: Yellow
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