Today, I saw the sun set.
It was on a horizon of chrome and glass, littered with tall, obnoxious buildings and filled to the brim with screams from the street below, - stinking all over of civilization, but......it was after a long time.
As I was leaning against the railing of my sixteen storied office roof, in a long time, I felt the air crystallizing around me. In a long time, the evening was not thrust upon me by the office boy taking orders for the afternoon snacks.
It was a strange feeling actually. I was intensely conscious of someone whispering in my ears, but breathing so hard that I could not make out a word.
But somehow, I knew the voice of dusk. It was tired, it was panting and it was struggling to tear away........... from the polish all over me.
I know this sounds as prosaic and cliche as they come, yet it felt like a whole new realization at the moment. We all know that long back, we have moved far away from nature in the urban life. But perhaps we don't realize, that now, we have moved far away from the urban life as well. The 'urban life' may be the extract of diesel smoke, concrete dust and taxi horns, but it has its own strip of sky, - no matter how obscure it seems, or how grey it looks.
But, that strip has long gone.
Today, too much of sky hampers the concealed lighting, the first raindrop smells of traffic jam, the green fields soil the shoes, and a breeze ruins the crease of the shirt before an 'extremely important' client meeting. (as if there are any other types)
Today, our latest crush is the new girl in the HR, latest reading is the witty forward received last week and latest relationship - with a Belgian girl on Facebook.
The world has become small no doubt, but the earth has become smaller.
I promise all my posts won't be so predictable. But some truths are never told enough, especially when the ears have become so comfortably numb.
Today, i thanked god that I feel a pang for not being able to see a dancing daffodil.....
Soon enough I guess, a generation won't know the difference.
8 comments:
da post 2 me came as a reminder of my impendin work lyf...:P
think u r lucky tat u made it(not only da post bt also still bein able 2 feel those "niche"feelins)and me too coz still i cudnt make it to dat palce u r :P
Yes Rangan... what kind of breeze was blowing over sector V that evening or twilight, as u said... but ya, I'm surprised just to know that the breeze still exists here, here, here, on the roof off tall city buildings, while we tried to put it away... to find it out, to rediscover it in someplace else, in somwhere more exotic and not in any ordinary way...
And yes Rangan, SOME TRUTHS ARE NEVER TOLD ENOUGH but not only when the ears are comfortably numb.
Hope u will appreciate this lil diff of opinion coz that only shows that ur words has made a stir inside me... or some others..
While all of what you have said is quite true, deep down inside, perhaps it is us who have moved away from nature. All that chrome and glass is merely representative of what we have become as well.
It is always easy to lay blame on another. We no longer allow nature to dictate our lives. We are all culprits. Our focus, our material needs and comforts are all responsible for the destruction of our own Neverland.
Neverland never left us and finding it is only as difficult as we want it to be... I think.
@ConfusedScorpio
Ratun, of course I agree with you all along. In fact I didn't understand why you thought I'm blaming someone else for taking away nature (or urban life, so to say) from me. Its me who smell traffic jam in the first raindrop and no one could have possibly convinced me to do something like that.
I just feel a pain when I realized that I didn't notice this change for so long. It is because of myself and partly because I have become a part of this polish.
That's what makes it all the more painful.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those ... moments will be lost in time, like tears...in rain. "
- Blade Runner.
The beautiful are fleeting, but beauty is permanent. When daffodils don't dance under the stars anymore, then the stars themselves will open up and take us in. Beauty such as we have never seen will reveal themselves to the generations to come. Chrome and steel will gleam, but beauty cannot be washed away, because nature is too large, to high, and too strong. All generations will know beauty, it's only the sights that will change. The daffodil will be lost...like tears in the rain, but the northern lights will still play their rainbow sonata. When that is lost, the child will still smile at his mother's touch. When the child is lost, the stars will still twinkle. And there will always be someone to look up in awe and realize "I am blessed, for I have known beauty". The moments will be lost. But time will be eternal.
beauty has a way of Passing Accross the barriers of time, of generations, of values, of differences of opinions, of villages, of cities, of oceans, of deserts. It is, at the same time, extremely personal and extremely universal.
S.B
I regret pickin'/and not pickin'/violets...
All I can say
At end of my day..
As I passed my eyes through your words...
At the end of the day...
Tired and messed...
Still felt like starting a new canvas....
khub bhalo Bedda...akta notun chobi aNkar inspiration dile bhai..dhonnobad tomake...
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