Monday, August 22, 2005

Zahra (Part I)

Submerged in the grandiloquence;
I strayed into those deluxe shops, catching a glimpse of the grand juxtaposition of the luxury goods. The foreign ones, that people use to decorate their affluent Indian drawing rooms.

I’ve been here before, many a weekend; in fact just the last week.

But yet every time i get here the fragrant richness of the milieu, the extravagant embellishments, the noisy families, the eccentric metrosexuals, the maddening rush in the food courts, the window shopping chweet teenaged girls; amaze me to no end. And taunt me. To get here again and again; week after week .To enjoy my calm in the chaos, to smirk at the ludicrous arguments of the couples, to picture myself clad in the gagras of the mannequins.

And to write; as i marvel the noise, gape at the anomalies of the often stereotyped groups and seek inspiration from the intelligentsia & the morons-alike.

After an enervated walk through the poetically jarring crowds, the best place to rest is the mellow coffee shop at the corner. Smelling the aroma of the Italiano.Sipping into the piping hot coffee, elegantly with pride. Alone; as it gives a high! That of my life being flavored with a nestling fondness, of having a sumptuous living.

Of sculpting the little calligraphic letters into words, relishing the adorable cacophony-inside and outside.

Of an enlarged bliss at the anticipation of creating my own word child, being born from my ever etching pen;

Of embroidering the plainess of my paper with streaks of creative black ink;

Of braiding the plaits of imaginary characters chosen from the real world;

Of fabricating haphazard words suspended in the air into picture stories;

Of garnishing mundane conversations with enticing emotions;

Of adorning the bland lives of millions styling them in an exotic fashion;

And enriching the life of the simple people around me by giving them a place–in my paper, in my story, in my creations.

Ah awww, what bliss can the written word grant! A hypnotic trance like one. An amplified feeling of stupor, at my own perceived talents. And this invariably results in a nostalgia; the recurring painful memories begin to haunt me, if only for a few minutes.

Exactly when such thoughts spread through my senses, I noticed her;
My Husband's Wife!

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( Zahra - Beauty)

The word bud will bloom..

8 comments:

musafir said...

I've often found that the more I try to create an "atmosphere" for writing, the more words fail me. You've nicely captured the ethos of the mall(?) - the sounds, the smells, the people, their idiosyncracies...this was delightful: "And enriching the life of the simple people around me by giving them a place–in my paper, in my story, in my creations" -- if only they knew!;-)

Hope part 2 follows quickly :-)

Ram said...

well, while reading i could picture myself walking into that ever-crowded Forum Mall in Blore and doing exactly what your lead was doing.. that says a lot about your writing..

and you enriching the life of simple people.. isn't it more the other way round ?! :)

Paul said...

Yes, I've found writing very pleasurable in similar ways. But I can't help myself: "meterosexuals??"

I thought I knew all the words for this stuff! I think that's one they don't have in the US!

Does this involve wearing some kind of meter? And for what curious purpose? Maybe this is something that can't be discussed on the blogosphere, but it gives me certain hilarious images! Like maybe you put a quarter in the meter and get something? Or maybe you wear an "attraction meter" so when you meet someone they can read how attracted you are to them - or not! That would be handy if the meters were accurate! Avoid a lot of confusion!

I think something like this could catch on in the US. We seem to have just about everything else...

Anonymous said...

Good one. Brings back a lot of memories. But these days when i sit in a coffee shop and reflect back the way i used to be in college cant help myself laughing at the Idiot i was. At times i wonder if at all i can get those days back.

Jus curious as to what would be in Part II. :)

Avi

Sindhuja Parthasarathy said...

Musafir & Avi ------> i've added an extra line towards the end,keep guessing wot the part 2 has in store for u!;)

Ram--------->When i was writting this i was constantly thinking of forum mall(Infact this is to a gr8 extent inspired from wot i feel when i walk in the midst of the crowd there)
Thats called writer's pride ;) Gimme these little pseudo pleasures ram!

Paulllllllllllll------------->iam crazy or am i?i will never learn spellings!!Actually,I missed my junior classes you see...it has to be Metrosexuals(corrected it there)And man ur imagination,i must say is hillarious........so much for Meterooooosexuals!!thanks for pointing out btw.

I can empathise with u on this avi ...........Avi who?

Ram said...

:)

who am i to deny life's little pleasures, Samudraa.. go ahead, write with even more pride and you know what, the pleasure is ours !

. : A : . said...

Ah, beautifully written. Nice imagery.

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