Sunday, September 4, 2022

UNSUBTLE ART OF GIVING A FUCK

You don't need to smile
To say to the world it's fine.
Don't listen to words like:
'That curve sets things right'

Hoping on people online
May not have been the best.
Those who became close
Faded as soon as they came.

Ones there since long
Pushed you into corners.
Out of sight it was, 
Turned out into out of mind.
At least some were honest, 
Accepted priorities changed.
It's for you to realize
Goalposts have indeed moved.

Ones near, not so dear
Took offence to casual words.
Labelled you thankless 
Maybe they were right.
There was no acceptance
Nor recognition of presence.
Those condescending souls
Never saw you as their own.

You need to stand fort
And not let apathy triumph.
They will remember you
Once they need something.
Then they shall forget
Of all things they forgot.

Let this bitter thought
Be nailed into your brain.
Years down the lane
The day you breathe last.
Only that day would matter
Not one you breathed the first.

Saturday, August 20, 2022

Once upon a time.....

This is by far the most clichéd beginning to a story. Just like "There once was a king..", "Long long ago.."
 
But it's interesting to note that "You know what?", "What happened was..", "I woke up in a hospital bed", "On the first day of ĀshāDa" - beginnings such as these have found their way into public memory.

Everyone and everything has a story to tell. Long/short, comic/tragic, monotonous/pulsating, bland/eventful - it really doesn't matter, as long as the reader forms a bond with the words.

Grandparents' bedtime stories or those stories from friends which inadvertently creep into a combined study session or the stories from the beloved over latenight phone calls or texts; stories which enlighten or entertain us or the ones which push us towards slumber; stories of travels, or the twists and plots within a book; or the ones enacted with liveliness on stage or the ones narrated with a crisp screenplay on silver screen or those that blend themselves into the notes of melodies to transform into an audiovisual spectacle of a ballad - each of these barges into the creative consience of the audience and rules their imaginary multiverse, sometimes for eternity.

A well written book, a crisply narrated video, a meticulously scripted film/play, an artistically articulated mime show, sometimes even a manic monologue - all of these potentially have tales woven into them. A simple knot of a shoelace or as interwoven as scripts of Christopher Nolan's films; assuring as the harness of a bungee jumping rope or annoying as the entangled wires of earphones - there's variety aplenty.

A linear fairytale brimming of optimism like Cinderalla or a long drawn tragedy like Hamlet, a layered anthology of kings and kingdoms like Kathasirithasagara, the One Thousand and One Nights (aka Arabian Nights) with the accompanying narrative of Scheherazade - each one has an intrigue of its own.

All in all, stories define us, by mirroring who we are, by presenting a periscope to the society around us, by turning into a telescope to explore a distant world. They are capable of teleporting us across space, time and perspectives. Stories transcend every certainty and lead us to a realm of unknown.

Stories aren't just liesure. They're experiences, learnings, warnings which add to our education. They're our collective heritage, to be pondered, discussed, cherished and treasured upon.
Stories are a tradition to be passed on, to be reinvented and retold, across generations and epochs.

Not all of them need the air of finality. The creators' subtlety allows us to understand, and form our own conclusions. To resonate better with this, we have writings of Tagore, Ruskin Bond, and Saki; or a film like ಉಳಿದವರು ಕಂಡಂತೆ (Ulidavaru Kandante) [As seen by the rest].
For the rest, there's always "They lived happily ever after".