Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Hello, it’s just another (fine?) day just like any other. See nothing seems changed things are just as they should be, the computer is still allowing you to type, instead of just trying to kill you. Then why exactly do my hands feel like balloons too, I am rather sure nobody understands. All I can hear is the emptiness of my silence, though it extrinsically seems taciturn and almost lenified, its not.
Just yesterday was my birthday, I remember I was watching Aladdin and, yes sir, I could do good with a personal genie too, yes absolutely. I remember father asked me what I’d wish if I had the genie. I remember wanting to be at least twenty years of age with a nice education and a nice bike, oh yes sir a nice bike. All I know now is till a couple of minutes ago I was twenty I am not anymore, another year already? I am sure some people aren’t working as they should there surely is some anachronism about this year business. Well, let’s see what all do we expect this year, oh I know…, you’re not reading this woman, I know that too, but I’ll allude nevertheless.
Retrospectively speaking things surely seem changed, but change has been gradual, the pen and paper vanished but it took a whole lot of time I really don’t know how it would feel to write with a pen again. A mad guitar player and a self proclaimed athlete evolved where no such possibility existed at one time. A raconteur of alien fantasies entwined with dragons and gothic women emerged. The passion for science has attenuated, not inexplicably though; but I believe will rise again.
However, the will to live forever just won’t budge, and neither does the hope for such a task.
Juxtaposition all the above and that is the metamorphosis of yesterday.
Oh, talking of yesterday.
You see somewhere a genie got a hint of me and decided to grant me my wish after all, well damn the sneaky bastard, I was just twenty for a while, nothing more. Well, what also I don’t seem to understand where did rest of the years that were supposed to be in the middle of yesterday and being twenty for a while go?
Oh did I forget to mention yesterday I was, if I remember correctly, eight.
Sudhir Sharma
Hello, it’s just another (fine?) day just like any other. See nothing seems changed things are just as they should be, the computer is still allowing you to type, instead of just trying to kill you. Then why exactly do my hands feel like balloons too, I am rather sure nobody understands. All I can hear is the emptiness of my silence, though it extrinsically seems taciturn and almost lenified, its not.
Just yesterday was my birthday, I remember I was watching Aladdin and, yes sir, I could do good with a personal genie too, yes absolutely. I remember father asked me what I’d wish if I had the genie. I remember wanting to be at least twenty years of age with a nice education and a nice bike, oh yes sir a nice bike. All I know now is till a couple of minutes ago I was twenty I am not anymore, another year already? I am sure some people aren’t working as they should there surely is some anachronism about this year business. Well, let’s see what all do we expect this year, oh I know…, you’re not reading this woman, I know that too, but I’ll allude nevertheless.
Retrospectively speaking things surely seem changed, but change has been gradual, the pen and paper vanished but it took a whole lot of time I really don’t know how it would feel to write with a pen again. A mad guitar player and a self proclaimed athlete evolved where no such possibility existed at one time. A raconteur of alien fantasies entwined with dragons and gothic women emerged. The passion for science has attenuated, not inexplicably though; but I believe will rise again.
However, the will to live forever just won’t budge, and neither does the hope for such a task.
Juxtaposition all the above and that is the metamorphosis of yesterday.
Oh, talking of yesterday.
You see somewhere a genie got a hint of me and decided to grant me my wish after all, well damn the sneaky bastard, I was just twenty for a while, nothing more. Well, what also I don’t seem to understand where did rest of the years that were supposed to be in the middle of yesterday and being twenty for a while go?
Oh did I forget to mention yesterday I was, if I remember correctly, eight.
Sudhir Sharma
posted by Sudhir Sharma at 6:10 PM
2 Comments:
good blog keep writing ...
Hmm... I know the feeling you're talking about.
Its as if you just grew up, not having the opportunity to relish your childhood. Its the feeling you get when you realise that life didnt turn out the way you had anticipated. Its the feeling you get when all those precious childhood dreams of yours have been marred. As if your vision was something distant on the horizon.....
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