'Come back’ oh how much I would love to come back to my first
love.. Did I feel the familiar symptoms.. heart beat increasing.. hurrying for no apparent
reason.. panicking or even hurried short breaths.. no not at all… all I feel is
curiosity, anticipation and even despair.. when at this moment I decide to come
back to my first love.. to write.. again..
But will I be remembered after all these many days.. I have
been gone an awfully long time when things changed around me.. why would I be
etched in your memory? What sort of credit do I have compared to others that
makes me stay there?
What is the use in seeking
others esteem… people create, to quench their own thirst don’t they? Then why
anticipate?
An artist.. a writer.. a performer.. they live survive in the
understanding and admiration that flicks on the audience eyes.. without that
the thirst will always remain…
How much of truth is
there in those words..?
But even if I find the truth what would I write about..
There are hundreds of things to write about but still one topic is hard to find?
Let me write about the current social conditions.. but what is the use
in performing autopsy on something long dead and ever decaying? Am I not one of
those little birds that sit around the corner and feed on the ashes deluding
myself that it is a fruit.. or slumping down without even the strength or
ability to think and know that ashes are not meant to be eaten..
Or I could write about my day to day life.. but that would not
take more than a page.. the tiring life can be put in an endless loop with my
life time as exit scenario and keep it rolling copying from each page and into
each page the same old words.. the same old life and the same old actions..
Despair and self-loathing
suits well with poetry.. than short story.. I think
I could blend in the truth and fiction plating them up
together into long braids until the point of what is reality and what is fiction just vanishes.. and I could sit there and watch my own life in my own words..
Is it possible?
Why not? I could write like this..
“Today as I came home from office yet another tiring day.. I
looked unintentionally but as I do every day to the right side of the big highway..
where the Swampland of the state lay neglected with only a dilapidated board
saying that the property is taken care of by the government.. just like the way
our life’s are taken care of.. hanging helplessly with the iron plates corroded
and eaten by the fat ass rust, waiting happily for a big wind to come in the
way to fall off with no care to the marsh and blend-in with the earth and soil.
And there at the corner of the Swampland, behind the tree hidden
from the normal view but visible to those who seek.. stood a girl just like the day before and the
day before. She wore bright saree that glittered in the street light and had I smelled I would have got the wimps of the jasmine flowers
in her head. Men if they want her would slow down the vehicle and she would get
in.. within a second like she was with them even before they stopped the
vehicle. I had seen this for few days now and today involuntarily I looked again… but was met with her gaze.. I averted my eyes in too short a jiffy and kept them to the road.. and at the very second when i crossed her again.. I looked.. and saw in her eyes the look of..”
It is easy once
started.. just have to keep going and writing that is all..
No its not that easy.. also i may not be politically correct If i go on wiring...also that would be too serious one to come back to writing
with.. I could write something hilarious.. a poetry per say? Like the Muddlehead..
What a muddle head
was he,
That man who lived in
Petushkee!
He walked upto a tram
one day
And climbed in very
sprightly;
Conductor thought
that he would pay,
Instead he said
politely:
"Parding your
beggon,
Kister Monductor,
I'm off for a week's
vacation;
I stop you to beg
your cramway tar
As soon as we reach
the station."
Conductor got a
fright
And didn't sleep that
nite.
What a muddle head
was he,
That man who lived in
Petushkee!
I could write it to suit current times..
The man I met today
looked very serious
And told me a story
of a divorce that was precarious
When he finished I
felt it was hilarious
Coz his wife ran-away
with his attorney whom he thought was a genius
Is that hilarious? Is that not? Well that is what is
happening now a days..
“Forget reality
fiction suits life better” says a friend..
Hmm then I can sit around and write about two lovers who
never propose and brood “if only”? A lady sipping her “monsoon coffee”
forgetting her real life? Or about “The Dusty cupboards"! Like the way you write..???
“Shut up.. If u wanna write.. write! stop criticizing
my works..”
So saying I started to walk away cursing my decision to sit
through this discussion with a friend who wanted to start writing again.
“Hey I am sorry.. I was just kidding you.. come here” he called me
back..
I forgave him at that instant, for he was a good writer.. and after few deep breaths
to calm myself I said..
“You talked about many things now.. pull any one of those
and start writing…”
He looked at me with a puzzled gaze and asked..
“About what..!!!”
{Fiction}
Phew that was an irritating encounter.. what did you think?
Any way.. I am back too!
How are you guys.. I missed you all…! :)
How are you guys.. I missed you all…! :)
First impression about "Soliloquy": (Yippeee...am I the first to comment here???)
ReplyDeleteGood start - nice way to start writing. Quite poetic in parts. Don't
let your talent go waste. So, start writing!
And don't worry...all your pals will be back here...just give them a few years :-)))))))))
Hello mashe,
DeleteIn fact u r the first and only one so far to comment. Thanks a lot for commenting means a lot to me. :)
So hw r u? ;)
hahahahaha... that was THE MOST random post I've ever read !
ReplyDeletewelcome back... and keep writing... once you strt writing, everything falls into its place...err...or atleast u'll get the idea of whats not falling into its place ! :P
and a soliloquy always does wonders ! :)
Cheers !
Hey Aditi,
DeleteThank u! :) glad to see u here gal!! he he! Indeed a soliloquy always does wonder to us, and even gets us some weird glances! ;) but is this really one?
Cheers,
KP
Ah! This was a pleasant surprise, welcome back to the blogging world KP. Ten months is a long time, I am glad to see you re-kindling your first love. :) I had your blog in my blogroll all this time, was very happy to see you at the top for a change. :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful writer like you can write just about anything, so write away. :)
Keep blogging. :)
Hey Akshay,
Delete:) wow! Hw r u? Thanks a lot for keeping me still in the roll and supporting me!
We ought to come back, especially if the passion is true rite? :)
Thanks again.
Regards,
Kp
Hello there! I have missed you so much!
ReplyDeleteWelcome Back!!:)
Dear Sam,
DeleteOh I missed u too! But I used to visit ur blog once in a while! Did not comment though :)
take care! :D and thank u!
Hi dear,
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long time! Welcome back! Missed you here:)
So writer's block huh? That itself lead to a post! So plough it....the soil becomes apt for you when the mood weather favours:)Happy to have you back:)
Love and regards:)
Hey Dearest Nasnin..
ReplyDeleteI missed u too!! U and ur poetic nostalgic writings! :)
Yep it seem to be the block is clearing out! If nt I would go see a doc! ;)
Thank you for the support and geting back here! Bt u r a few days late.. Hmm I can adjust that! :D
Take care dear
Woha..that had so much..i am still soaking in the words err emotions.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how does it happen but it does that once what use to come to you with ease is now hard even to think about.Even i wrote something today after ages.
Nice to see you back :)
Hello Alcina..
DeleteLong time no see.. how are u?
Thank you for reading my stupid err.. random ramblings..!
Take care dear..