The Stranger in the mirror
I was already late for office today and to add pain to sorrow, I realized I’m still to shave off myself. An ‘Australopithecus’ is too embarrassing as a comment to digest. I hurriedly went through the painful task. As I washed the soap from my face, I was surprised to see somebody else in the mirror. The face seemed vaguely familiar and I was having a tough time recollecting it. When asked who it is, the fellow just smiled which definitely carried a deep meaning in the small curve. The mirror seemed to blur. You are right... The same way as they show in Bolly movies to indicate flashback...
Since yesterday it had been full of surprises. I was watching TV. Something which I was allergic to, since childhood. Think the reason lies in the definition itself. What is a TV? A TV is an electronic device which ‘does not’ store data or information. The definition might sound familiar even to a school going kid new to learning computers. This was the time when my mobile started making its presence felt. I was surprised, shocked, moved, etc, etc. I couldn’t mistake the voice at the other end. The compressions of her voice remind me as if I’m talking to a woman of age nearing 35 and the rarefactions as if I’m talking to a kid of 16 (excuse me for the so called scientific terms since sound is a latitudinal wave). Whatever the condition is, you can feel the ripples the same way you feel the plain thin waves touching your feet at the shore side. In all, put together with the content, its always pleasing to hear from her. It left a smile on my face which existed for a long time even after the line went dead. I couldn’t stop murmuring my favorite lines:
“lamha lamha intzaar kiya, jis ek lamhey ke liye...
wo lamha aaya bhi to,
bus ek lamhey ke liye...”
All the memories of Mangalore right from Day1 flashed in front of me. I just wondered what’s the state we have reached. Today we need to ‘find’ time for our near and dear ones.
The second surprise came in the form of a missed call as a result of my talking to the first. It was she who had lost contact with me for almost a year. Particularly since the day she was about to be engaged. I was getting regular news from a friend of her. I knew this would happen. People are supposed to devote their 100% to their married life. But it was a wake up call for me when one of my real close friends played a joke on me by pretending that she’s getting married. Though she had no idea what impact it would have on me. I learnt something which was very difficult for me to implement and I learnt it the hard way... ‘Keeping things to myself’. It’s well said among shayars:
“shero shayari karne se kya fayada...
Ghum hai jo dil mein, batane se kya fayada...”
Seems to be an irony though.
I was too attached to her to survive loosing contact and I needed to improve. What I fear is something which is inevitable…
People had started remembering me all of a sudden. Top it all, all at the same time. That was too much to accept. Mankind has always fancied the idea of a time machine. What they fail to realize is that God has already created one, with an unalterable velocity (both in magnitude and direction... excuse me again for my science but couldn’t find a better isotope of the word). I always wish if I could turn the mighty wheels back to my beautiful past. Right now its just me and The Stranger in the mirror...
Since yesterday it had been full of surprises. I was watching TV. Something which I was allergic to, since childhood. Think the reason lies in the definition itself. What is a TV? A TV is an electronic device which ‘does not’ store data or information. The definition might sound familiar even to a school going kid new to learning computers. This was the time when my mobile started making its presence felt. I was surprised, shocked, moved, etc, etc. I couldn’t mistake the voice at the other end. The compressions of her voice remind me as if I’m talking to a woman of age nearing 35 and the rarefactions as if I’m talking to a kid of 16 (excuse me for the so called scientific terms since sound is a latitudinal wave). Whatever the condition is, you can feel the ripples the same way you feel the plain thin waves touching your feet at the shore side. In all, put together with the content, its always pleasing to hear from her. It left a smile on my face which existed for a long time even after the line went dead. I couldn’t stop murmuring my favorite lines:
“lamha lamha intzaar kiya, jis ek lamhey ke liye...
wo lamha aaya bhi to,
bus ek lamhey ke liye...”
All the memories of Mangalore right from Day1 flashed in front of me. I just wondered what’s the state we have reached. Today we need to ‘find’ time for our near and dear ones.
The second surprise came in the form of a missed call as a result of my talking to the first. It was she who had lost contact with me for almost a year. Particularly since the day she was about to be engaged. I was getting regular news from a friend of her. I knew this would happen. People are supposed to devote their 100% to their married life. But it was a wake up call for me when one of my real close friends played a joke on me by pretending that she’s getting married. Though she had no idea what impact it would have on me. I learnt something which was very difficult for me to implement and I learnt it the hard way... ‘Keeping things to myself’. It’s well said among shayars:
“shero shayari karne se kya fayada...
Ghum hai jo dil mein, batane se kya fayada...”
Seems to be an irony though.
I was too attached to her to survive loosing contact and I needed to improve. What I fear is something which is inevitable…
People had started remembering me all of a sudden. Top it all, all at the same time. That was too much to accept. Mankind has always fancied the idea of a time machine. What they fail to realize is that God has already created one, with an unalterable velocity (both in magnitude and direction... excuse me again for my science but couldn’t find a better isotope of the word). I always wish if I could turn the mighty wheels back to my beautiful past. Right now its just me and The Stranger in the mirror...
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4/27/2006 09:47:00 PM
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