"Yes, finally they arrive."
"Yes, indeed."
"I love the monsoon. Though you don't seem to share the sentiment."
"Nothing like that. I do too. Quite a lot."
"Then why aren't you as excited?"
"Yes, obviously I am not as excited."
"And why so?"
"Does any statement here merit any reason?"
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Should there be?"
"There definitely is something. What is it?"
"Receding hairline."
"Ha! Why old man, that shouldn't bother you. What's wrong with acquiring age?"
"Everything, apart from- no, everything."
"I don't care now.. I just want to enjoy these rains"
"Go ahead."
“I can go on about how rains make everything seem so beautiful and romantic-”
“That’s the problem- going on about what seems to be what- too many movies and novels I say”
“That’s not true- ”
“Obviously not!”
“Yes, obviously not!! People love rains!”
“They say they do”
“They say what they feel. Don’t you feel these things?”
“People feel too many things. What things are you talking about?”
“Oh rains do these things to me….I feel... Let’s go out for a drive.”
“Why don’t we just stay in and help you out with these things instead?”
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing and everything. Now, let's see what the rains are doing to you..."
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Argentum Abbadon's Wall
Argentum Abbadon thought the world of photography and the art. He knew no joy other than having his own little universe of framed lives. People were his favorite subjects, so charming and delightful. He knew he liked the idea of people more than the actual entity of people. He also knew that they were best in that moment when light and chemicals froze them on paper. He travelled frequently, meeting people and getting to know them till they agreed to pose for his camera. Today he was in the countryside, waiting for his customers.
They arrived. Your urban happy family of five (that included the dog) visiting the countryside to have themselves shot against the scenic backdrop. The man stood with the baby cradled in one hand and the other wrapped around his wife’s shoulder. The six year old girl was on her knees with the giant of a dog, his fur gleaming golden in the soft light. The scene was perfect.
He said the c-word. The man, wife and girl said the c-word, the baby yawned and the dog twitched his nose. Cheese. Click.
Out came the photograph. The baby started whimpering and the dog was barking loudly. The man came forward but couldn’t walk beyond an invisible barrier. His expression turned into worry and anger and disbelief. He knew these reactions. Most people behaved this way in the beginning. They got used to it in time. They have no other option, and besides, they have so much for company.
He took the photo and hung it on its assigned space on the wall. He needed a happy family next to the sorrowful young woman. The old couple could also do with some company. This was his treasure, his collection of people, their smiles, their laughs, their expressions and their lies. He didn’t capture mere memories, he captured their lives. The wall full of portraits and people, smiling, staring vacantly, sitting glum, weeping, laughing deliriously.. so charming and delightful.
In an ignored column on the seventh page of The Times, one found the news of a family of four and their dog gone missing since Sunday afternoon.
They arrived. Your urban happy family of five (that included the dog) visiting the countryside to have themselves shot against the scenic backdrop. The man stood with the baby cradled in one hand and the other wrapped around his wife’s shoulder. The six year old girl was on her knees with the giant of a dog, his fur gleaming golden in the soft light. The scene was perfect.
He said the c-word. The man, wife and girl said the c-word, the baby yawned and the dog twitched his nose. Cheese. Click.
Out came the photograph. The baby started whimpering and the dog was barking loudly. The man came forward but couldn’t walk beyond an invisible barrier. His expression turned into worry and anger and disbelief. He knew these reactions. Most people behaved this way in the beginning. They got used to it in time. They have no other option, and besides, they have so much for company.
He took the photo and hung it on its assigned space on the wall. He needed a happy family next to the sorrowful young woman. The old couple could also do with some company. This was his treasure, his collection of people, their smiles, their laughs, their expressions and their lies. He didn’t capture mere memories, he captured their lives. The wall full of portraits and people, smiling, staring vacantly, sitting glum, weeping, laughing deliriously.. so charming and delightful.
In an ignored column on the seventh page of The Times, one found the news of a family of four and their dog gone missing since Sunday afternoon.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Apple You Kept Away
It's like what happens to a cut apple, you know. When it's cut or part-eaten and just left out in the open and it goes all dark and spoilt. It shrivels and seems to die, as if it was alive while feeding you. Strange, innit? You leave it unattended for a while, and when you're back it's almost wounded, of no use but to be thrown out. Why would one do that,do you know?
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