Wednesday, March 30, 2011

End of imagination?

Boy: I Love you
Girl: You are attracted to me because nature wants humans to reproduce. Love and everything else is our imagination. That too is part of the plan. Through our imagination we keep justifying our existence and everything in it. So, shall we play according to the plan? I don’t know if there’s a choice anyway. We are already in the game. Let me think. If you fit into my imagination, I will ‘love’ you too.
Boy: You make it sound like there’s nothing special about it.
Girl: Special makes it appeal to our imagination. Like a shiny package. It increases the aesthetic value of the product. Let me see if I can imagine special.
Boy: You’re a cynic.
Girl: I guess I have lost my ability to imagine.

Monday, March 28, 2011

an old mail

When I started reading it, I tried to remember what it was. When I started remembering, I slowly recalled. Then I believed I had really written it. Then, I was embarassed to have written it. But I was happy to be embarassed because the very fact that I'm embarassed about it now is because I've moved ahead of what I was then, maybe a little bit evolved from then. So, the embarassment and delight go togther. Maybe I'll be embarassed someday that I wrote this. But I'll be happy about it all the same. Nostalgia is a waste of time. Nostalgia is biased. It only reminds one of the nice things of the past. If one tries to recall the not-so-nice things too, one'll feel things are fine the way they are today and one wouldn't really feel too great about the past or too bad about the present. Life goes on all the same gradually evolving as slowly as a centimetre of more water on an ocean.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Free?

As he puts the duster on the blackboard and moves it, it magically absorbs all those words. The words hide squeezing themselves inside the duster like small children in a closet. Books are shut without warning the air resting on the pages which then vacates the space with an escape cry. Clap! Weights are shifted from chairs to feet which then carry them out of the classroom. Freedom restored.