Comedy At Dawn
“The moon was blood”, the day the donkey was born. What happened when I was born? This ebbing question has now become a tidal wave lashing as I try to crack this riddle. Why must we even think about this unnecessary question you may ask? Rational minds think this way but the ones whose minds have been converted into a disco floor with strobe lights atop, for them it is a very pertinent question.
I have accepted myself as being life’s chosen audience for its shows. I have been chosen to witness the uncut version of life’s most original creations and situations. My groomed self tells me to look at things with indifference but my inner core, my true existence tells me to marvel at it. Since life has been honest enough to show me its innovative creations, I have no hesitations but to react to it in my true uninhibited style.
It was an hour before dawn when sleep is at its deepest that I could hear a familiar tune. It was like harp being played for me by the maidens of Eden. The music amplified and shook me out of my blissful world, sleep still dripping from my eyes like the last drops of dew before sunlight wipes it off. It was my cellular phone belting out a much hackneyed tune. What taste! I admonished myself.
Fumbling I picked up the phone and in a voice that had all the seven notes of the musical chord I said “Hello”. Silence from the other side and then a pair of voices broke in but I realized that none were talking to me. Even with a half active mind (the other half was still in slumber) the voices sounded familiar. I listened to their conversations through my routine hellos.
Eavesdropping never was my taste but here I was invited! Given a front row seat. This conversation was getting good by the moment. The couple was talking in the most disconnected way that only a master script writer could perhaps pen. I too tried my poor hand at it a couple of posts before. But this one had me in splits. No I am not spilling the beans. This pair was half the globe away totally unaware that there was someone other than the two in that car with them that evening!
If your mind is working over time to just imagine what the conversation could have been, do not bother. You cannot even begin to imagine. Let me help you. It was as if Jennifer Lopez was singing at the Opera House and Pavarotti doing a rap number. Or elephants doing a tango while the big cats chirped. It was as diverse as like someone putting sun tan lotion under moonlight and the other wearing a raincoat to prevent the harsh sun. While one was dissecting human relationships the other was engrossed with car mechanics and wonder buttons.
“Somewhere in my childhood or in my youth, I must have done something good”, to be woken up in this unusual way and have my sides aching with laughter. What a way to begin a day! One more of those special treats of life with the “only for you” tag attached.
“Good Morning” I winked at life and pulled the blanket over my head.
I have accepted myself as being life’s chosen audience for its shows. I have been chosen to witness the uncut version of life’s most original creations and situations. My groomed self tells me to look at things with indifference but my inner core, my true existence tells me to marvel at it. Since life has been honest enough to show me its innovative creations, I have no hesitations but to react to it in my true uninhibited style.
It was an hour before dawn when sleep is at its deepest that I could hear a familiar tune. It was like harp being played for me by the maidens of Eden. The music amplified and shook me out of my blissful world, sleep still dripping from my eyes like the last drops of dew before sunlight wipes it off. It was my cellular phone belting out a much hackneyed tune. What taste! I admonished myself.
Fumbling I picked up the phone and in a voice that had all the seven notes of the musical chord I said “Hello”. Silence from the other side and then a pair of voices broke in but I realized that none were talking to me. Even with a half active mind (the other half was still in slumber) the voices sounded familiar. I listened to their conversations through my routine hellos.
Eavesdropping never was my taste but here I was invited! Given a front row seat. This conversation was getting good by the moment. The couple was talking in the most disconnected way that only a master script writer could perhaps pen. I too tried my poor hand at it a couple of posts before. But this one had me in splits. No I am not spilling the beans. This pair was half the globe away totally unaware that there was someone other than the two in that car with them that evening!
If your mind is working over time to just imagine what the conversation could have been, do not bother. You cannot even begin to imagine. Let me help you. It was as if Jennifer Lopez was singing at the Opera House and Pavarotti doing a rap number. Or elephants doing a tango while the big cats chirped. It was as diverse as like someone putting sun tan lotion under moonlight and the other wearing a raincoat to prevent the harsh sun. While one was dissecting human relationships the other was engrossed with car mechanics and wonder buttons.
“Somewhere in my childhood or in my youth, I must have done something good”, to be woken up in this unusual way and have my sides aching with laughter. What a way to begin a day! One more of those special treats of life with the “only for you” tag attached.
“Good Morning” I winked at life and pulled the blanket over my head.
posted by Autumn Leaf | 1:42 PM
2 Comments:
I was your visitor No. 97, and will surely also be the 100th one coz i check your blog atleast thrice a day for any new posts. But I will make an honest confession, I prefer the previous simple yet says-so-much posts. Nowadays very often I feel I am missing the basic point in most of the posts. This is an earnest request from your ardent reader to bring the old magic back:) Will be waiting for a all-time-best post when I become visitor no. 100:)
Hello aunty. Really angry at Mrinalini. Why couldn’t she send me this address before? Its daft of her. I’ll visit regularly.
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Comments : Lovely. Would like to have known a bit more though. Seems trifle incomplete. About the person listening. There might be so much more, almost like two separate worlds colliding. Jennifer lopez actually has some experience in opera singing, and I’m sure Pavarotti is enamoured by eminem in his loo. The collisions can actually breed a new space beyond their own boundaries.
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