Monday, March 26, 2007
Excess baggage
Your train leaves the railway station on a limpid, blue afternoon. Quite the opposite of your state of mind. You sit by the window staring outside, bearing wind in your eyes, asking yourself only one question – will the thoughts you long to leave behind, ever leave your side? The train paces up. More questions now. Why don’t the thoughts slip by as briskly as the town you are leaving? Like life outside the bars of your train window, why can’t everything just go blur? The train comes to a gradual halt. Oh hell! What you desperately wanted to leave behind has travelled faster than you. As you step down, your thoughts are waiting to grab you, in the form of the early morning sun, a certain shade of blue someone is wearing, or the smell of musk - all unforgettable associations. You wanted to leave your baggage? Unfortunately, the only thing that got left behind was the railway station.
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It's good that you haven't been able to shake off things you wanted to. You are a sum total of all your fears, insecurities, inhibitions and every other thing that's happened to you till date. And you write so well only because they are all there with you.
Strip away the excess baggage…
The way one’s shoulder stiffens up after a whole night of watching television. The taste of oversweet tea which you hate but drink nevertheless. The daydreams of one day playing cricket for the Indian team though you know you are too old and suck at cricket anyways. The secret desire to sit down for coffee with Johnny Depp. The need to shake Kerouac’s hand – so what if he is dead. The days of exercise you have missed, years really. The cigarettes you never should have had. The way your favourite pair of shoes fit you and the fact that you don’t throw them away though they are old and scuffed….
When you have stripped yourself off all this, what will you be left with?
Bhavna, if I were a guy, I would have fallen truly, madly, deeply...
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