A Mute Orchestra
(For you - Oshi)
Oshi, you live in a beautiful world. Of such marvelous music and silence. Now I know why you do what you do. And why don’t what you don’t.
Now I know why you resent the rat race, and why you can't stand the aggressive people. Now i see the entire point.
Oshi, this morning I realized what a relief you are among this mob of conventional, pseudo, ingenuine women out here at work. Don’t tell a soul; at times I wonder if I end up being one of them, as much as I hate to be.
I don’t think I have interacted with such people before. Not in the intimate way I did last evening. Dont get me wrong,i call them “such people” since they deserve to be slotted separately. Be placed on a higher pedestal among such boring,empty,inarticulate people. Oh,such warm hearted men and women; i wish i were one of them.
And thanks to you for not giving me time, I was forced to entertain myself with them. Such engaging conversations, inhibited fun and noisy repartees.
It is quiet strange the way it is, considering that I so love word play, and that I generally relate to people that are wordy.
I realized that some most intimate relationships needn’t be the ones in which we communicate verbally. Ofcourse I had known it before, in respect to some men who don’t talk much. However in such cases I do the talking. Or some others in which the person is not physically close to me, so the relationship is predominantly maintained through mails. But yet, we have conversed a lot at some point in time. There have been times I become so judgmental and reject candidates who can’t communicate well verbally. And times i write off men and women who can’t match word to word with me.
And this day, I suddenly I realize how foolish I have been. The image of their eloquent eyes and poignant lip moments remain chiseled in my heart. I look inside and see how I have failed to hear and say things I have wanted to. They call me normal.
Thanks Oshi, for taking me to that world. This is all I have to say;
Oh thy hungry eyes,
And muted lips;
Yes, they tell me all,
by saying least.
Such bashful smile,
And reticent hugs;
Yes, you hold me captive,
by such tacit jabber.
Oh thy generous love,
And radical spirit;
Yes, you inspire warmth,
by just being you!
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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8 comments:
Lovely. Nice story. and a great title.
V - story? is there one? did u get wot iam talking about,i guess not
as usual, like the vintage-samudraa poetic touches, and also because it's shorter :)little doubts:
1. does the protagonist (or you?)like Oshi's world or does she/he detest it?
2. what happened on "this day" and why is she/he "foolish" ?
-sg
Hey SG - the protogonist has myths about "oshi's world" before she got introduced to them. There was love/detest earlier but now there is "love".
On this day she met them-the deaf and dumb,to make it explicit.She interacted with him.And her idea/perception of them changed entirely.
She is foolish cos she thought "spoken word" is it.
if u have more questions,pick up ur mobile and dial my number :)
it has to be "There was NO love/detest earlier but now there is "love".
oh.... :)
-sg
Last I checked, the book was available at both Crosswords and Landmark...
On words, yeah the ones that make us cry are invariably better than the ones that make us smile but given an option to choose only one and never come across the other one, I'd choose the latter.. what say you?
oh tough question my dear friends friend.
Words that make u cry can either make u sad or happy.I will choose the latter.obviosly!
which basically means i choose the former!
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