They are all there. They are all cheering, hands in air. Roars and Applauses. He is the light at the other end of this tunnel. They are taking His name. The one in the red turban and an unkempt beard is a bit over the board. He's joining both his hands in an inexplicable manner so as to devout himself. The lady with the slightly unhooked blouse is screaming like never before. Their hands are dirty and their hair is rough and messy. The legs are weak and the feet are bare. Its scorching hot. They do not feel an ounce of heat. These are the winds of change.
"What the blip happened to the the picture quality?"
They are all there. Some new as well. Some did not make it.
He's blurry eyed. He can't see them clearly. The noise has risen like anything. They need their rights. They need their dreams fulfilled. They want back a part of themselves that they gave to Him. They do not seem to get it back. Why does this always happen?
They are all there. They are a JPEG image from this high. They are colours. The red crowd there - in the middle of the left row: He has to take care of them. They keep Him happy. He loves being happy. Everyone loves being happy. The chamiya loves the pearls, too. They have wild sex, every night. Its wild for Him at least. The blue in the right row do not even know the red are there. They have their own deals. They have their own ideals. They need to be listened as well. Do you have a friggin's clue what how many pixels they are and what their pixel size is? Be wise. Be calm. Be careful.
They are all there. They have assembled again. Long time back. Many centuries back in time. They are silhouttes. But not silent. They have voices, equally strong, equally shrill, equally loud and equally clear. The heroes are in white neat robes, fresh from their burial, not a long time back, together, all at once. They are taking Him to the gallows.
"Plug the earphones out, you bugger."
Its silent as death. Am I deaf as well? Its dark. Am I blind as well?
"Achcha, match shuru hone wali hogi na"
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The above post was written and saved after six glasses of bhang. There were patterns in my mind. Of crowds, of cheers and of a hero. This is how I interpreted them. This is an unedited copy (punctuation and italicisation aside).
My mind was at complete rest when I started reading this..What do you expect when somebody kept on thinking thousands of things the whole night...and discussed those thousand things with some unknown, unheard identity since morning!!
ReplyDeleteAnd I started reading this.....without any expectation or idea..
I got confused about what it wants to say..really confused. S I started rading it again...just after completing the 1st para..I started all over again.
And It came to my mind as if it is the cable TV which is being explained...or may the currnt ad of Airtel vs usual cable..about how the dots as pixels keep on fighting..
Please tell me that is what it is...It isnt my absent mind which thought it to be this way!!
you know wot, try it out once again...it aint that abstract. i read it when i was sober and i got it at once...its just some pent up frustrations and the noise within me!
ReplyDeleteI have gone through this post but nothing came out clearly. But very soon when i gone through the underlined para, i got it man.
ReplyDeleteonce again incredible writing after six glasses of Bhang.
thanks man :)
ReplyDeletehmm
ReplyDeleteIt makes some sense now I guess...But that comparison of this writing with the picture of Cable signals and DTH signals makes sense to me even now!!
Either I have gone too mad or u were...wen u wrote this!!
hehe...dats another dimension...you are free to add as many dimensions as you can...:)
ReplyDeletei went mad for sure...baqi tu dekh le!
Of all the posts I have read here on this page, this one scores way ahead of others. this one is different and as sneha said, this one has got simensions. it fits so beautifully with the indian democracy.
ReplyDeleteand the white robe thingy from the burial was a stroke of genius. i am afraid it will get lost on a majority. but for the people who will understand, they will remember this post for some while.
intoxication does connect you with your true self.
And i loved the picture quality wala bit also. And the last paras. amazing. dat shows how indifferent we have become. Our conscience is not dead but we just chose to be aloof.
ReplyDeletelovely. why don't you try to get it published?
@ prajakta: thanks a ton :) :) you made my day!!!
ReplyDeletenever thought someone would relate this much!
hmmmm...wot the blip was that?
ReplyDeleteits really wat a perfect abstract random arbit article is called....perfect combination of picture....pixel picture quality was easily understandable but still this article needs an standing ovation.....
ReplyDeleteP.s intoxication sutta vodka r the needs of every writer n 4 yrs in Nit makes them even more so important for proper connection with self(airtel or 3g broadband yeah next abstract ki topic ho sakti)....
@ akshhar: tu load na le :P
ReplyDelete@ raj: thnks man! dude m not at all promoting intoxication...its left to discretion of the individual...so no comments on that! :)
Like others in this post, I too read and then read the short note at the end and then smiled at the fact that you wrote a decent abstract post even under the influence of bhang :))
ReplyDeleteKudos !!
:) thanks for reading, appreciating and taking time out to drop in a word :)
ReplyDeleteunder bhang ka nasha,not bad at all. for better understanding of the readers, separete each episode(or part, as you might say) with a parition.
ReplyDeletewas consumed for a while myself. but got the hang of it slowly.
Thanks man! To be honest, I did think of it. But then, I decided to keep the copy unedited. I did italicise, though, for better understanding.
ReplyDeleteFair enough!! Its like keeping the evidence untouched at the scene of crime [:D]
ReplyDeleteby the way, i loved your use of the same crowd to start each episode [:)]
good one! :)
ReplyDeleteand considering the fact that i was a different person then, i too love it :P
abey nashey mein toh har koi schizo hota hai...
ReplyDeletedoes that have anything to do with your play red-black? coz it seemed so from the trailer.
ReplyDeletekeep on "scribbling shit" - as you call it. love reading your blog [:)]
well interesting...it had quite a resemblance with the play!!! :) :) thanks :)
ReplyDeleteRAD DUDE! RAD! LOVED IT! DIDNT GET SHIT FROM THE FIRST TIME! READ IT AGAIN! MASTERPIECE!
ReplyDeletepost se zada comments parh k samaj aya ki kya solid lika hai :P :P
ReplyDelete@ sfs: thanks man...glad u liked it!
ReplyDelete@ shahenshah: samajh mein aya na...bas changa hai...thnx :)
Bhang can do wonders to ur writing..
ReplyDeleteAaj maine ye sika :P
Hello Varun. I thoroughly enjoyed the article. How it showed the helplessness of the common public who can awake to deliver justice but are nipped in the bud!
ReplyDeleteI suggest you to write similar stuff.
@ dipa: :)
ReplyDelete@ shyam sir: thank you, sir! i'll try (if i can - holi toh ek saal door hai abhi)
kitney pixel wala rang chada tha bhanga ka?
ReplyDeleteab holi ka rang chadana humein pasand nahi toh bhang ka rang hi chadaa liya!!
ReplyDeletewow. that was soemthing to think about and the fact that you wrote that under the influence of bhang makes it all the more awe inspiring [:)]
ReplyDeleteglad u liked it :)
ReplyDeletethis is was something reely different.
ReplyDeletehavent read something like this before.
beautiful.
keep getting drunk!:)
this is was something reely different.
ReplyDeletehavent read something like this before.
beautiful.
keep getting drunk!:)
@adrija and adrija: thanks! :) i sure will!!! :P
ReplyDeletePhew! I took time to interpret but when i did, aha. I hope I interpreted it right.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't matter. You did, that's all.
ReplyDelete