Showing posts from November, 2010

The Creaking Chair - Part I

21 December 1997 This is just a veritable diary entry of an old man, so if you are sneaking through in anticipation of some covert tell tale, I suggest you turn to the diary entry on 16 August 1953 All that you'll get here is Cognitive Content.... Its already quarter past 6 in the morning, and in anticipation of the newspaper I follow my regular treading on the veranda... "Kamal !! Babuji is again outside,this early, Make him come in, you know how susceptible he is to the cold" I can hear bahu in her cajolery tongue, trying to wake Kamal from his morning slumber... When I was his age,I used to be up and running like a steaming engine by this time. I was in Bangalore then, at the center of a mushrooming entrepreneurial hub.. My mornings were mainly consumed in charting out the days work And by 7 I used to be onto the streets, riding on dreams, enterprisingly spirited.... "Dadaji,its cold outside,come in, I'll get you the paper when i

The Negative

It was a blessed chance I stumbled upon the negative, for years was it buried in the diary.. I had little remembrance of the puerile verses I had written in it, The only memories still intact were the nights the soliloquy were pend... Someone told me the law of attraction, 'The Secret' was it where I read it? Damn!I should have believed, A die hard rationalist I dun believe till I endure.. 2 weeks, 2 Kodachrome, Is it any sign?? Was it years back or just days, seems like a distant motion picture running in the backdrop... But I must come back to where I began, the negative... My dream.... Often i dream of a face that smiles, shaking me violently of my slumber, ever so subtly does the ambiance pass through my senses, spreading such tranquil, I dream again.... Good Morning.... As she ebbed closer, whispering mischievously in my ears... Before the first rays  of the morning sunlight, could dilate the pupils of my eye, her magnetic,intoxicating scent fills my senses, '