Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Wonder Years

Let us deviate from the tried and tested script for a while and talk about life. You know life, the moments that you just can’t forget and the moments that you wish never did happen and everything else in between. Just the other day you were the kid who would hop in the school bus to meet his Winnie Cooper and then you were the boy who would stand on the bus stand waiting to catch a glimpse of the elusive one across the road and now the guy sitting by a fire place and typing this post out. High school was like a spork, a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it was just plain useless. Growing up is full of big moments. Some of them you can see coming from a mile away; and some you can't see at all.

Things never turn out the way that you thought they would, neither do you go on to become a pilot which was the first thing you wanted to be nor do you even remember what you wanted to be after the whole pilot phase fizzled out. You just wish that the best in you is still up your sleeve.

Just the other day there were only two channels that you had only two channels to choose from and today you have a dish on your roof that would bring in all but the two you want to watch. From watching the Byomokesh Bakshis a few years ago now you can’t wait to get your hands on the latest sitcom out in the US. I remember a time a place when kids use to leave the playing field for the Sunday evening movie; I remember a house like a lot of houses a locality like a lot of localities and how it felt to grow up among people and places I loved and most of all I remember how hard it was to move away for college. Sometimes I just look back and wonder.

Life is like a scrap book. Most people have just 20 pages, but what you are looking for is the one with 50 pages with some extra magenta pages thrown in. I fancy myself as a 50 page scrap book though I have got a few missing. It’s ok though coz I got some nice olive pages at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I seem to bump into a lot of 20 pages. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 50 pages type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"”

We shall resume normal transmission from next post (or not!).

Have a lovely weekend.


Agent Agony said...

Great post. Totally different from what you have been writing. Though I lost ya from the magenta n 50 page scrapbook onwards :P

newagescheherazade said...

hehe..i get you. and people who don't get magenta (or any colour you mean) are infinitely disappointing. which is why you should read samit basu. maybe you've read him already- this wow new author of the simoqin prophecies?
restores your faith in kindred spirits, it does.

Steph said...

Well I for one loved this post and seeing another side of you.

More please!!

crackfire said...

Yea you can get lost at that part

I have read the Game World Trilogy, just waiting to get my hands on the third volume.


Why, thankyou Steph. I shall indulge you on this one.

MannC said...

Nostalgic post! :P Though I don't understand why you think that most of the people are 20 pgs type.. I mean, everyone has their own memories and sometimes, they might not even remember remembering them, but they're there, somewhere at the back of the mind. But well, most people are dense and find it hard to put everything in words, that's all. ( Or maybe I, like that girl of yours, misunderstood your point. ;D Oh well. )

After reading this, it seems as if this was the prologue and 'It is summertime' a first chapter or something... You could go on with this sorta writing for sometime. :)

Amiya said...

Hm. Loved this post. And amen to this: You just wish that the best in you is still up your sleeve. May the god of magenta be more generous to the world.

crackfire said...

@ Mannc

Yea I guess you are the 20 pages type :P

@ Amiya

Amen indeed.