When yes became No
“Life is unknown. You don’t know. Nobody knows.” Hence Carpediem is the only solution.
It all happened in a matter of minutes. Yes became No. Concreteness became fragile. Invincibility became vulnerable. Certainty became chance and Hope became a distant dream.
Just a day before I was to set my foot into the amazing Lufthansa bound to Chicago via Frankfurt from Chennai, I got a phone call in the afternoon. Minutes after staying glued to the Nokia 6610, the one I had bought 2 years ago, the excitement of seeing Uncle Sam, dissuaded just the way stars would disappear into the black hole after the supernova. Dumb struck by what I had just heard, I proceeded for a pre-planned lunch rendezvous with my friend Sam. Stuffing my already filled tummy with few slices of pizza, I talked at length about my plight and my situation. After bidding good-bye, I speeded on my pulsar and headed straight to office to discuss the situation in more detail. Within minutes of hard talk, I was apprised that my chances of inhaling Chicago air within 2 days were bleak. After realizing that nothing was goanna happen, I came home, unpacked the samsonites and subsequently filled it with uncertain hope.
Shadowed by darkness, fatigued by insomnia, diseased by anger, obsessed by America, defeated by day-dreaming, thwarted by gravity, I thought, I would be provoked by madness for eternity, but nothing like that actually happened.
I spent the weekend watching night shows of 2 beautiful Tamil films (Something Something and Sillu nu oru kadhal) at the satyam theatre. Riding the sporty pulsar at 2 in the morning, Sriram and I raced through the decimated roads of Anna Sallai, thoroughly relishing the ecstasy of high speeding and zig-zagness that we performed on fear the black.
Am thankful to the situation that has strengthened my vigor and stimulated my speed. To fall is easy, but to rise taller after every fall seems to be more easier nowadays. As I write this note, am getting reminded that in case I need to fly in less than 2 weeks, I need to go to the barber shop for an hair cut once again.
Do you know how much pain is it to lose your hair twice in the same month? And still, I will stay excited for it.
It all happened in a matter of minutes. Yes became No. Concreteness became fragile. Invincibility became vulnerable. Certainty became chance and Hope became a distant dream.
Just a day before I was to set my foot into the amazing Lufthansa bound to Chicago via Frankfurt from Chennai, I got a phone call in the afternoon. Minutes after staying glued to the Nokia 6610, the one I had bought 2 years ago, the excitement of seeing Uncle Sam, dissuaded just the way stars would disappear into the black hole after the supernova. Dumb struck by what I had just heard, I proceeded for a pre-planned lunch rendezvous with my friend Sam. Stuffing my already filled tummy with few slices of pizza, I talked at length about my plight and my situation. After bidding good-bye, I speeded on my pulsar and headed straight to office to discuss the situation in more detail. Within minutes of hard talk, I was apprised that my chances of inhaling Chicago air within 2 days were bleak. After realizing that nothing was goanna happen, I came home, unpacked the samsonites and subsequently filled it with uncertain hope.
Shadowed by darkness, fatigued by insomnia, diseased by anger, obsessed by America, defeated by day-dreaming, thwarted by gravity, I thought, I would be provoked by madness for eternity, but nothing like that actually happened.
I spent the weekend watching night shows of 2 beautiful Tamil films (Something Something and Sillu nu oru kadhal) at the satyam theatre. Riding the sporty pulsar at 2 in the morning, Sriram and I raced through the decimated roads of Anna Sallai, thoroughly relishing the ecstasy of high speeding and zig-zagness that we performed on fear the black.
Am thankful to the situation that has strengthened my vigor and stimulated my speed. To fall is easy, but to rise taller after every fall seems to be more easier nowadays. As I write this note, am getting reminded that in case I need to fly in less than 2 weeks, I need to go to the barber shop for an hair cut once again.
Do you know how much pain is it to lose your hair twice in the same month? And still, I will stay excited for it.
posted by krishna kumar at 9:34 AM
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