Friday, December 10, 2010

City, shadows and...



Why don’t I wander in the light? Am I not afraid of the night?
For ages I have lived in this city. A city which doesn’t see the sun any more. Which has been living in the shadows of the buildings. In a city where the sun feels congested, amidst buildings that penetrate cloud cover, I think that is smoke.
I forget things, and then they come back suddenly, but only sometimes. Friends say that I have some form of dementia, I don’t remember the name most of the time, forget about getting medication.
I like it though. Forgetting things, names, faces, places, lists, numbers, days, time and myself sometimes. I think it is good, keeps my life from being monotonous. 
This city is too monotonous. I think I know why. When people think that they know enough of each other, they don’t pay attention any more. Then, they stop knowing at all. And there comes a drift. I think of this city too, to be drifting. Where people are lonely even when they walk hand in hand. It isn’t growing. It’s collapsing, under its own aegis, within its own shadows.
My friends tell me that when I started business in this town, I was ambitious. They too were. They asked me once, How much closer do I want success to be, to me? They tell that I said that, I want success so close, so close, that...I can see it like a mosquito on my nose. So close, that the line between my vision and success is blurred. It is ironical that my vision is blurred without glasses today. How close did I get to success? The town grew with me, it grew younger, and I…
I was overjoyed when I saw the first grey on my head. I believed what everybody said. I believed that I was growing wiser. Strong. Wrong! I was ageing, growing older. Wisdom, it often finds itself in misery. In this city, loneliness being one of those miseries. The town grew into a city, and I grew into an old man.
Sometimes I too have wished to pen down some thoughts as they came, but the moment I tried picking up the pen, they were gone, resenting to be scribed on any form of parchment... This forgetfulness, its not new to me, just a bit more redundant nowadays.
Once my son, glaring out of the car window, had watched the lush green pastures. I had pulled over the side to roll down with him over the slope of green pastures. He liked it, I liked it too. But today, he too joined them, like I did. Rat race, after cheese. He does not understand what I have to tell, what he’d find at the end of this track. But I am an old man now, forgetful, half out my mind. Maybe my grandson would understand in the beginning itself, he loves rolling o’er those slopes of green, just like his father. He is scared though, of shadows, sciaphobic. He wants to run away. I too want it sometimes, away, where there are no shadows.
Have you ever feared that when the clock strikes noon, when the shadow is just beneath you, forming a small dark patch, that patch may just swallow you?
Shadows look more like a crime scene. Mischief is what is in their minds. These are dark places, devoid of light after all. This city is full of those, shadows!
This shadow, it’s the place created when object obstructed light from reaching there. This object has this capability to block light, I wonder. This object seems very dangerous to me, it can take away light, like it could break a lifeline. I fear this object. They tell me that I am this object. But then, really?
I wished my shadow could leave me. I would have left it alone on a train going nowhere in some foreign lands and never would have cared to know what became of it. But I guess that it knows my intentions too well. Darkness is where I can’t distinguish it from myself. So long as I behave, it behaves itself too. It follows me closely, watches every step, and monitors every move. I wonder if it wants to leave me too.
Someday I’ll walk over a ceiling less place with sun glowing under me. There will be no shadows, and I will move into light. It won’t be this city, it’d be some other place.
I guess this is the gift that this city gave me, this habit of forgetting. Names, faces, people, events, lists, numbers.  What was the name they give to this condition again? Ah, Alzheimer’s it is.  It’s not just any city that is crumbling. It is people who are breaking, forgetting.
It’s been a long time I tried reminiscing about this city, and it’s about dawn. I guess I should sleep. Good day!

34 comments:

Beyond Horizon said...

Oh...wat beautiful gripping description of thoughts in a mind...loved d para abt the shadow...
well done...

Madhu said...

wow..uve written this so well..:) i loved reading everybit of it..:) :)

Neeha said...

Excellent post..
I loved the pic too 'shadow of Enigma'....

Mehak said...

a masterpiece.
why do i wander in the night? am i afraid of the light? :P

M said...

This has a very Jonathan Livingston Seagull feel to it, or maybe its just the background adding to it.

Alka Gurha said...

Beautiful...with a Big B.

Have you read The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks? If you can get it do read it...

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Beyond Horizon
That was a quicky. Thank You.

@Madhu
Thank You, am glad you did.

@Neeha
=) Thank You. That's the only one I had for this.

@Mehak
=)
I doubt the first one.

@M
I haven't read him yet, but I surely will if you say he's good.

@Alka Gurha
No I haven't, I will when I get my hands on it.

Tanvi said...

Shadows are actually your soul's silhouette :)

Wonderful post!

Cheers,

Sourav C. Pandey said...

All we see is I guess a shadow cast by that which we do not see. Blame human minds, but we see the negative as more prominent, always!

For instance, can all the darkness of this world put out the light on one little candle?

Thought-captivating post!

Ria said...

Wow!! I am left without words...just so vivid. I love ur narration its so lucid.

Tanishka... said...

Very well written... Beautiful use of words.... :)

Irina said...

"Have you ever feared that when the clock strikes noon, when the shadow is just beneath you, forming a small dark patch, that patch may just swallow you?"

...yes, I did. Always.
Thanks for writing it down for many of us.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Tanvi
they are?

@Sourav
am not totally sure about that. Can you discard the words and read what the shadows speak? read between the lines?
and yes, darkness can put out the light of a small flame. Look it from a great distance. Plus, darkness has its friends too.

@Ria
:) Is it? thank you.

@Tanishka
:-) Thank you, you have a unique name.

@Irina
do you want to give in to its force?

Always Happy said...

wow!! what a nice post! You write very very well. I will spend some time reading your previous posts.

very thoughtful and meaningful write up. Will visit you again for your forthcoming posts

Deepika Vasudeva said...

"Someday I’ll walk over a ceiling less place with sun glowing under me. There will be no shadows, and I will move into light. It won’t be this city, it’d be some other place." the hope that keeps us going and always will.

if winter comes can spring be far behind...
cheers

Bikramjit said...

wowo that a thought.. ALL the best my friend .. and I hope and wish what you wish for comes true ..

Good post loved it

Bikram's

Saumya said...

Long time back I wrote
Mumoorson ki is mehfil ko
maahaul marghat kaa hi phab naa jaaye
hai darr mujhe!

Mumoorson:died people
marghat:cemetery
phab:appealing

tall buildings,ever evolving new technologies etc etc...aren't they really taking us away from LIFE?

anyways liked this piece!!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Always Happy
Welcome here, and thank you.

@Deepika
they too are inevitable

@Bikramjit
thank you, it will.

@Saumya
थोड़ी आंच बची रहने दो, थोडा तो धुआं उठने दो,
कल मुसाफिर यहाँ पर इसी बहाने आयेंगे...

Don't remember the author,
but hey, we aren't dead, no not here, not yet.

Palak Vasant said...

Anshul, a fresh perspective indeed!! love the way you have dissected thoughts and injected philosophy!

vivek said...

Hi,

very nice write-up.
A shadow so well described , thoughts are sometime so amazing, which you very well portrait.
Lovely.


With Love
Vivek

Enchanta said...

You have a lovely blog...
and these thoughts of yours, are thought provoking in itself !!

Glad to be a follower !!

D.A said...

:)
Gray hair is not a sign of aging...but stress :P Trust me..i know.
Loved the post. keep writing! :)

Tabitha Bird said...

Thanks for sharing. I used to live in a big city too. Hong Kong to be exact. I felt like this often.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Palak
Thank you Palak

@vivek
thank you

@Enchanta
I don't know, am glad if you find them thoughtful.

@D.A.
really, so if I keep out stress, I'll always have black hair? That would be easy, if it happens

@Tabitha Bird
Welcome here.

Purba said...

"When people think that they know enough of each other, they don’t pay attention any more. Then, they stop knowing at all. And there comes a drift" So true, so true!

The shadows that crowd his mind..made me incredibly sad. An evocative story, well narrated.

s said...

just one word- WOW!!!

vivek said...

hi,

from cold therapy I mean bath with running fresh water. .hehe
thats. it ;-)

take care

Alcina said...

Mesmerizing..Never ever in my lifetime have i read something so calm but yet rumbling from inside..

As awesome as it can get.. :)

And i wish more comes :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@Purba
thank you.

@S
I have two, 'thank you'

@Vivek
Got it, thank you.

@Alcina
I too wish the same.

aria said...

the narrator seems a bit like me.. I hit the sack when dawn strikes.. however I envy him for this forgetfulness.. its such a bliss.. memory is the bane of my life..
well written :)

Sayak said...

Woah! I like this. Not just because it is a wonderful story narrated flawlessly, but because it is strewn with metaphors, concealed implications, subtle ironies and careful mixtures of immiscible substances, entities.

MangoMan said...

Patch of shadow that could swallow you! Interesting!

Normally I'm staunch believer in minimalistic templates. But this time the birds' silhouettes in the backdrop were poetic. Nice job.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

@aria
you might, when you grow old, in time.

@Sayak
Thank you. And you are right.

@MangoMan
heh!

I never thought about the silhouettes though, shadows are tricky, you see?

Sushant Shekhar said...

Wow! My first reaction:)

Very intriguing, very metaphorical..loved it! :)

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