Thursday, August 18, 2011

WAITING -The Deconstruction of G - Part #no

G loved times spent in waiting - waiting for airplanes topped the list, followed by waiting for the destination, waiting on a wooden bench watching the rain and reading a Maugham, waiting for steamy spicy pasta after running into a bistro from the windy outdoors, waiting for a blissful cup of coffee amid the wafting tantalizing scents, for a cool draught of beer, for the first light, for the pink dusk, for the velvet night, for the deep poignant darkness of 3 a.m. Waiting was the most beautiful, the most charming, the most benevolent of times, and G was waiting.

For Godot? Maybe. 

But the wait is worth the wait.

:)

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

CHOICE - The Deconstruction of G - Part #no

For months now G had wrapped herself in a life whose ultimate purpose was the fulfillment of the bare existential necessities of each moment. G had always imagined that such a bland and banal routine would have inundated her with a flood of the daily misery of regularity and the further misery of quotidian tragedies - sticky hair that a comb despairs of, tearing a button, finding always one of pair be it socks or earrings, stepping in a puddle, missing a bus - so on and so forth - things that require us to be heroes daily. 

But, the Year (well, almost) of the Quotidian Tragedy, as G had christened the era of her foray into the mundane, was surprisingly, less like an annoying toothache that has you shaking fists at the universe and cussing at Creation every five seconds; and more like a warm fuzzy blanket that dulls you into slumber and slyly fools you into hitting Snooze every time your much maligned alarm clock attempts to wake you; which of course, would lead you to sticky hair, tearing a button, finding one of a pair, stepping in a puddle, missing the bus...

Oh! But that warm fuzzy blanket!

:)