Tried so hard and got so far. In the end it doesn't even matter
Fiction
You drew the circle. Someone needed to be left out. You did not change the radius. I have never asked you why. You choose me. I was your best bet as the person who would understand. And of course I understood. My conscious self did. But inside somewhere something broke. Without a noise. And you are the one who is disappointed. How and Why?
Back to Fantasy
While watching the world cup final, I was wondering if I could be any person in the world cup whom would I be. Before going further let me concede that ed I am quite the football lay person. Was debating between the referee and the goalie, and within a second the choice was clear. I would so want to be the goalie. A team player, with individual glory. And if I was to be a part of rock band, I would want to be the drummer.
Reality
I was in Bombay when the blasts happened. We were in a 5 hour jam from Ballard Estate to Bandra. I was pleasantly surprised to see people stopping vehicles and giving out water and biscuits. And I thought to myself how this would so not be the case in Delhi. And no. Not because delhites are a less compassionate people , but because we have far too many inhibitions. However Bombay pays a price, and a high one at that, to get their uninhbitedness. More on that later.
posted by lemontree @ 5:43 PM
11 Comments:
I was thinking of you when the blasts were reported. This evil is so sad.
You were in Bombay? Why didnt you holler, babe! Anyway, glad to have you back on blogosphere...
And that article on joys of being single absolutely rocked!
Thanks ;)
'tis been a long break for you... glad to see you posting again and also glad to know that you got back from Bombay unscathed.
Hi Lemon, thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you are OK. I know you are trying to say something in this post - but maybe you have made it intentionally obscure - was it aimed at a friend or a lover?
lemon! u know i came and read your post 3 days ago and i couldn't figure out the first bit. i mean i understood it but i couldn't understand why it was titled fiction.
so i thought i'd think about it and come back.
still confused...
about the last point...i was just having this fight with my boss who claims if the blast had happened in delhi or b'lore people never would've helped. I find that so unfair and sort of hurtful! i mean, aren't people everywhere just people? with hearts and compassion?
why do delhi-ites have such a bad reputation?!
Oh I loved the bit on Fiction......And how I hope it isnt real!
:-)
Lemon, do you know if gutter is OK?
And you've been tagged too...just to ensure you keep the posts coming!
:)
vanessa: thank you. for your concern. makes me feel warm.
vij: hey that artcile did rock! and am going to do the tag next.
seashells: thank you. and i too am glad am posting again. was almost thinking i hope its not a fad that fades away now.
jenn: the reason i kept it obsure is because it is neither aimed at a friend nor a lover. it was just a triffle incident which sparked off a spiral of thoughts- but the intensity came from the thoughts and magnifying them - out of context -not really from the incident
pink: even i am wondering now why i titled it fiction, but i guess really to prevent people people from assuming it was about them ;)but i guess i tried too hard. hehe
i know delhities do have a bad rep, and i feel especially bad, since i am and i love being one
iris: thanks! i too think it was the best bit. and no its not real, atleast not the intensity
jenn: i dont know gutter, but checked with a coomon friend and she said she was fine
Thanks Lemon.
i would love to be the drummer too and I so wish I was.
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