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Monday, July 5, 2010

Occurence


Its always hazy.

Occasional pin points of dull, lazy, colored dots waft through an almost monochromatic vision. The middle of the night is never sepia; almost always monochrome. It begins with black, and then the white slowly washes over, tingling the rods and cones, as it invades the castle of your eye. The ground feels cold, almost frigid underneath the bare soles. You are still trying to focus. Reality is acting like a bitch that it is, refusing to perch on the twig of your consciousness; flitting ceaselessly in and out of your imaginarium. Look closer.

Its still hazy.

Dragging the mass of a human body, you feel your emotions rise; the sense of direction is finally coming back to haunt you. Being directionless almost seems like a boon, now that the path of unforeseen agony lies before you. The metallic demon isn’t clanking anymore, aware of the fact that its silence is going to rouse your intrigued self. It does and how. You lurch towards it, the task in hand beckoning you like gnawing hunger. The objects around you are finally starting to filter into your consciousness, making you feel aware of your surroundings. They seem strangely alien. In the bright light of the daytime, all of this would have passed off as the dullness of the everyday existence, but not now. Not with the quiet monster inches away, not with the set, concrete, ‘Now’ hammering realism into your slow, dormant awakening. You have set the illumination in place, which now offers a clearer understanding of all forces involved, and in the moment, you place your hands on the hide of the metal monster.

The haze explodes.

A brilliant bolt of energy, races through your body, almost tearing your body apart. The point of contact is warm now, almost scalding, but you can’t let go; it won’t let you. ‘This is probably how enlightenment feels like’, you wonder; healing yet painful. An act of will is the only way. Let go before it consumes your soul, leaving behind a sorry pile of flesh and bones, devoid of anything that ever resembled the living, let alone human. You must let go now. NOW!

The piece of hide clangs to the floor now, complete realization finally settled upon the brow. Everything is totally in focus, the haze gone. The wound on the palm pulsates with white pain; but it would fade, eventually. The moment is over. All that is left to do is go back to the monochrome. Go back to the black. To the dark.

Before the haze…

[inspired by my cooler, which shocked me out of my senses a few nights back. Thank you for the moment of Nirvana.]

33 comments:

Senorita said...

Yeah!...finally get to post the first comment...

"Dragging the mass of a human body, you feel your emotions rise; the sense of direction is finally coming back to haunt you. Being directionless almost seems like a boon, now that the path of unforeseen agony lies before you"

Pure Magic:)

Pooja said...

This is enchanting!

Pavitra .... said...

Wow....A roller-coaster of emotions...You made my imagination run wild! I loved the post!!
Lovely blog! :)

Anonymous said...

See this is called constructive writing! Who would've thought a traumatic incident like that could be weaved into such a lucid piece :)

Swetha

Disguise said...

Ooooh, amazing post. :)

Tamanna A. Shaikh said...

OH.MY.GAWD. Was this really all about the cool shock wave from your cooler?? Hahaha I couldn't guess it till the end!! Really good writing here! :)

Zlaek said...

I don't understand whether I'm on the same page as you and therefore it's as though I'm reading myself in the first few lines, or if it's because you've done that perfect a job of it- but the words "Occasional pin points of dull, lazy, colored dots... as it invades the castle of your eye" completely consume me... like a first hand experience.

About the next few lines, I'll let you know.

The second half of the piece builds (with the help of linguistic tools), a mood that carries a focus of the nature and degree that is comparable to that of the growing focus in the essence of what your words stand for. And that is what makes it a successful piece for me.

It's always hazy...
For a second time, and a third... It's growing on me.

Sovina said...

heya

thanks for stopping by my blog..looks like great bog you have here..honestly haven't read much of your posts..but i will do it very soon..and would share my opinion on them..

sovina
http://weddingonthecards.blogspot.com

Scribblers Inc said...

Senorita: Thank you so much for the kind words...do drop by again! :)

Pooja: Glad you like it!

Swetha: aw, you exagerrate! and I make spelling mistakes...

Disguise: haha, thank you so much...your blog kicks great as well! :)

Scribblers Inc said...

Tamanna: Thank you so much...glad to have you around! Do feel free to skim through other stuff as well! :)

Zlaek: Aah, great to have you back here! And even better, appease to your senses! :)

Sovina: Do temme what you think of the writeups!And welcome to my blog! :)

The (un)Common Woman said...

Whoo! Something to get inspired from! Cool.

I will just say - Awesome writing.

And yeah, thanks for stopping by my blog. Cya around ;)

Sovina said...

so i was reading buried under all the emotions and the heavy stuff and ...then ....cooler..wow!!! can cooler really inspire? very very powerfully written..

"Being directionless almost seems like a boon, now that the path of unforeseen agony lies before you"..and this is so true sometimes..why do we always need to go somewhere..why can't we just go without thinking about the end ..

sovina
http://weddingonthecards.blogspot.com/

Scribblers Inc said...

Pavitra: Hey! Your comment was playin some strange game of hide and seek, which is why I couldnt get back to it earlier...thanks for the compliments...do come around again!

The (un)common: Thanks for stoppin by and I am glad you liked it...and yes...see you around! :)

Sovina: I am glad you came back! and thank you for the kind words...do come again for more! :)

Akasha Savage. said...

Hiya. Thought I'd pop over and take a look at your blog....glad I did. It's funny the things that can inspire us to write. You've made the mundane, fascinating.

Nu said...

Hey,the story has got an end..you might like to check :)

WarmSunshine said...

hey you! you were one of the first bloggers to inspire me when i started blogging 2 years back... its GREAT having you back on my blog after so long and still liking my stuff ... me is happy :)

Happy Blogging !! :P

lakeviewer said...

You're deep in a nightmare!

Jadis said...

very ELECTRIC!! :D

Nevine said...

Well, it's a good thing I decided to pop in and take a peek. And what a fascinating write! I do love all writings related to sleep so this one hit home in a familiar way. Amazing how our imagination can be triggered in the most unexpected ways...

Thank you for stopping in at my place... and for leaving your trail. It was a pleasure to read you.

Nevine

rainboy said...

This was inspired by cooler lol :D

very nicely thought out post.


take care

Mystique said...

So I hear you got published? Congrats!

After a period of laziness when it comes to blog reading, I'm back, i have much to catch up on.

Hiba said...

your expressions are so complete... its like YOU ARE COMPLETE... u need nothing more.. great piece of work :)

പ്രണവം രവികുമാര്‍ said...

Super! :-))))

Kaalicharan/Calvy said...

mesmerizing post! :)

Anonymous said...

Your twitter username is inked on my arm. And since we have common friends it's kinda creepy.

AlooFar said...

Nice writing.

Anonymous said...

Wow, your little assistant was quick to inform our common friends that I posted here about my tattoo. Weird, when my query was perfectly justified. Now if only you checked your blog as often as your flunkies.

Anonymous said...

p.s. I didn't come here to demand anything, only request. Man to man. ;)

Cheers!
Me.

Scribblers Inc said...

Dear Anonymous,

What is it that you request?(albeit man to man!)I shall only try to comply once I get the question! :)

Scribblers Inc.

Anonymous said...

I'd rather mail you... it's your gtalk id at gmail.com, right?

Scribblers Inc said...

Yes indeedy!

Scribblers Inc.

Samantha Rose said...

great narration, and refreshing to read! i'm liking your writing.

Blots Of Ink said...

INTENSE! It hits you somewhere.

I think everyone might have a different way of interpreting this.

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