The past two -three weeks nothing much has been happenning on the work front. Things have been cold and for the first time in life I have not been 'too busy to breathe'. Sad, I like that kind of a life, that pushes me, lures me, calls me towards a trap of a vicious circle of morning to night, night to dawn and again till I know not where the year went by. Of course, William Henry Davies - the guy who wrote "What is this life, full of care, no time to stand and stare' would be turning and twisting in this grave while I write this but what he forgets is that What makes me appreciate the boughs, the flowers the trees is when they are luxuries, when they are unattainable. If i had all the time to stand and stare then I might not ever find them interesting. The fact that I have been too busy to look and stare at them when I catch those stolen glimpses at nature is what makes it beautiful, more exciting.
Sadly, I have been caught up in another vicious circle- a circle of 'the living off the dead'- ok before anyone takes off on interpretations- what i mean is i have again gone back to the mundane, sick, complacent, indifferent me! Not a good thing, this kind of sickness prevents me from having a purpose, a reason to live, engulfs me in its cloud and gradually stifles the human spirit out of me.
It sometimes causes what I dread the most- A silent but loudly echoing scream....
the person who wrote this is not the Rashmi i met last. . . and as anyone could guess, i love the one that suffers from the so called "verbal dysentry?? "
ReplyDeleteAaaah..I wanted to reply to this post. But now I guess anything I write wud be too stale...so will wait for a new one to come up. Btw loved the 2nd para...its so u..each word embodies u so much!!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how few people have souls and how many of the ones that do keep fighting to disprove that they do.......
ReplyDeleteenjoy the pain wench, it almost makes up for the vacuous happy moments