Free Fall

Free-Fall

Prologue: It was an exhausting day started at 2:35 in the night and it had almost been a twenty four hour tear! Jay had barely enough in him to make it through the day or so he thought, as he hit the sack to call it a day!  Favourite music in ears, favourite book in hand, that was his way to turn off - Pg 59 of the translated version of "Parthibhan Kanavu", and eyes lazily rolled over to Page 60  …

"He was standing on the precipice of a cliff, wind in his hair, tear in his eyes, flowing to the command to the breeze. His whole life had been a lie! It was going all so perfect! He had met the women of his dreams; against his wildest expectation; it was she who had come forward with her love - and all he could manage was a dazed nod! But they had blown hot and cold! It is but a mystery, why two people who were tailor-made for the other could find it so hard to remain together! They had not been together for two years now! May be it was the fear that if they were ever broke up again, the toll it would take on them would be something which they would find it impossible to recover from, despite the healer - Time. Or is Time the antagonist, eating away life, love and everything else!

He saw perched on a cliff at the other end, small mother with her infant. He could notice, that the mother was blind, unable to realise as the child moved towards the edge. The child was about to fall.. "Hey lady, your child, your child is about to fall off the cliff, stop it. Hey lady,...". The waters beneath roared thunderous melodies, putting out all other sound. He cried aloud, gestured wildly, to alert the lady, crying his eyes out unable to bear the thought of what was to follow, but it was too late "Hey......."!

Epilogue: He woke covered all in sweat!! The alarm clock kept beeping out loud, he turned it off. He shivered still as he opened his mobile to take his mind off the present. There was this one message from HER - "Hey HRU, was just thinking about you, about us J&K. Miss you so much. Can we meet sometime - Love Kay (sent at 2:30 AM)". As he typed back, he knew that she was the perfect foil to his life. He would complete her and she him. It was with her that he was the happiest. Plain reason would tell him that she belonged with him. Tear in his eyes, breeze in his hair he wrote, "Miss you more than you can imagine, why were we apart all this time, can i come over and meet you now?". The crying stopped and anger was quick to fill that void. But she was the one who moved away. And where was she all this while. Hadn't he heard that she was with another guy. How much that had hurt him? How much had she hurt him? His finger was just an inch from pressing that "Send" button. All he had to do was to press it and they would be back together.

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The Veiled star

The Veiled Star

Look out yonder window, is that a star we see in distant sky Veiled by passing cloud?

The star that bought us where we are , through eons far whence thoughts shroud

Stardust that dwells in you doth dwell in me, begets hope that we are one

And tis hope and hope we shall that though we tarry asunder through empty vales and distant lands where streets crowd




-Dedicated to the person who gave me my latest inspiration to write after a long time indeed

Here spake a champion

Prologue:

http://www.matgetsaudacious.blogspot.in/2010/01/here-walked-champion.html

He stood there on the cliff. This electric night, with its bright full moon acted spotlight to a picturesque range of wizened mountains, and more so a spotlight to a Champion. Amidst loud cheering from the people of KHAND there spake their Champion

"I belive...(He starts In his inimitable deep piercing voice) ... (Loud cheering continues . . .) I belive in a world filled with peace, hope and fulfillment. A world out of the clutches of war, poverty and misery. Where one comes home to warmth of one s beloved and fall asleep lost in passion. You need not find sleep in such a state, it comes naturally, borne
out of the satisfaction of a hard day's work, borne out raw passion, out of the hope of tomorrow. That is all i seek. Not a life filled with all the treasures in this world, but a life filled with just three things . . . peace, work and love. Is that too much to ask, i ask you"

(Loud chorus: "No,No,No,no,no.....)

"too long had we let our lives be controlled by them! Too long had we sat back, failing to address that which matters most to us, yet that which feared to face. But not anymore. This is the day we overcame our deepest fears! Our deepest regrets. This is the day we fought. And this is the day we won!"

(Loud cheering "Wooh Wooh Wooh . . . .)

"Yet won is the battle and not the war! The harder battle lies ahead. It awaits us, with open arms and bated breath. But as you have seen today, the hardest battle is battle within. The day you conquer you, is the day we conquer them. And it is how this war is won.

Today is the quintessential day. There is no past, which is dead, just like there is no future, which is yet to be borne. What is relevant is today.
What is relevant is now.So, People of KHAND, let us begin this ride, today, to hard ground, a harder battle, to a sweet victory and a sweeter life ahead!
Prepare for battle ... (raising his right hand) To waaar.....

(Echos of "A Wooh, A Wooh, A wooh")

Ironical he thought, that war was the path to peace. Yet this was the only path which was left.

As he walked about the cliff, surveying the frenzied camp, which danced wildly to the wild beat of deep rythmic drums, he was inclined to point in recognition to a man, drenched in sweat, swinging wildly a placard ...

"Fate is not without its cruel sense of irony"



P.s. The last line is a tribute to you (s) two (s) (the Wachowski brothers), or is most of the post?

Prologue: You suddenly look up at the evening sky, and find it throwing the most amazing visuals at you! Leaves you spell-bound and makes your heart sink in the beauty. You wonder where does nature get its ideas for all these beautiful paintings from?

The Delinquent Artist

One fine day, it was about the time when the sun was far near the western horizon. Two lovers deep in love were sitting on the balcony which was laced with a variety of shrubs and creepers and also a variety of herbs which proved intoxicating to the eye and the nose. They had lost track of time, looking into each other’s eyes, seeing their respective dreams realized in the other’ s. Unable to bear the excitement and the pleasantness of the dream, their senses provided them with the next course of action. The girl’s lip had a natural hue of pink which the boy could not take his eyes off. She could see him come very close, and soon could also feel him breathe. She moved her face closer to his. It started off with the boy gently kissing the lower lip of the girl with both of his. The girl horripulated, due to the sudden rush of blood to her face. Soon, they locked their lips with passion unbound by any limit. It was a kiss which lasted a life time in their reckoning. The girl’s lip started to present a tinge of purple, which then started to present orange together with the purple and then orange only. She also realized that her body was heating up and the heat suddenly reached her destinations. Soon the minute was over but they did not want the minute to end. Why would anyone want it to? But couples do break up a kiss. And in most cases including this, it was due to the fact that the girl’s comfort was disturbed by a sudden but sneaky feeling that someone was watching them. The girl withdrew first, and the guy was left face down with tears in the same place. Once they got all their senses back the girl laid her head down on the boy’s shoulder, who was resting on the side railing of the balcony and they together watched the sun set, and an electric night take over, in the same position.

Another artist was also sitting on a roof top of the town. He usually went there after 4 30 p.m. to look at nature and draw inspiration from her for his works. This day he would find the inspiration required to start his new work, the same inspiration that had eluded him for several months. It was around 5 55, and he soon realized that it would be time for moon light. He was seated with his face on his arms which rested on his knee cap from which bent down his legs. His position reflected his emotional state as well, a man lacking inspiration and a motivation to get to his works. He noticed albeit slowly the usually red brick of the floor, present a hue pink. He looked up to see that entire landscape had turned pink. He was very pleased to look at the landscape with this new beauty. He turned his head up to see the sky, a game changing moment it would prove in his career. He was begging to feel the climate change too, and the climate which was pleasant till then had begun to turn humid and hot. The sky together with its scattered mosaic clouds, had now turned a vibrant neon purple. When he looked up at the setting sun, he could see the same purple circling within its circumference. Soon he could see the entire landscape was vibrating purple. He had successfully reentered his world. He was also more aware of the growing heat. The sun was half sunk in the horizon, and now started to reveal a tinge of orange, and he enjoyed it slowing conquering and eventually dominating the purple landscape. This moment filled him up with inspiration which seemed to him would last a lifetime. He had not till then winked.

The artist closed his eyes for a moment and the landscape was now completely dark with the cool full moon prominent in the sky and with little fires lighting up the small homes of the town. The landscape he felt mirrored the starry sky. His orgy was complete. The artist took up his tools and began to write.