Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The script, the plot


I wish you were here. Or I were there. Or both of us were somewhere. The high gardens of my imagination lie barren. I need to talk to you. About words. About restlessness. About fear. About an injury in my knee. About Frangipani. About the bright green tint of a Carlsberg beer bottle. About sleepiness.

The other day you came to the café. I spoke a little out of anxiety.

Baat karne aaye ho kya?”

I looked at you, inside you. I went silent. You stirred your coffee. You cried silently. I later told someone that we had met. He enquired about you, wanting to know whether you were happy. With you one never knew, I told him. He nodded. He understood.

Happiness is not for us. We are seekers – of what lies ahead of happiness. Of what lies beneath it.

Frangipani can only exist in our imagination. The high gardens of our lives will stay barren.

That is the script; that is the plot.

15 comments:

आदर्श राठौर said...

I love the way you express your thoughts and feelings
great!!!

Sarika said...

It's sad, too sad. Like several of your earlier posts. Painful, yet beautiful. Like several of your earlier posts.

Karan said...

Rahul, I dont know how you conjure this magic. You really need to write more often - I believe that was one of your new year resolutions..

Rahul Pandita said...

Thank you, Adarsh. Sarika, painful, yes.
Karan, man where have you been? You just disappeared. Wrote me a mail long ago. and then what happened?

Karan said...

Rahul, I have been intending to write to you and hear your thoughts (and hopefully get some help :-)) on something small that I am starting. My website should be up and ready in a week which will give you a better idea on what I intend doing. Will write soon. On a separate note, hope to read more stories soon.

Aditya Raj Kaul said...

That is the script; that is the plot.

awesome rahul :)

Mye habha chukh che kharab karan, bhe habha bhaaya travay weny activism.. lekhun hasse chu weny hechun mye..:)

Waiting yet again for more brilliant ones coming our way brother..

skiradz said...

its really beautifull, painfull yes but the pain is so well captured in words....i really admire your writing....Radhika

nikhil's ankahi said...

Touching....

Rahul Pandita said...

Thanks, Adi, Nikhil
Radhika, thanks. You work with the tourism industry, is it?

skiradz said...

yes i work with an adventure travel firm Rahul...how did you get to know?? I am also a kashmiri...born n brought up there...simply love your words

Vaijayanti said...

this is amazing. seriously.

Rahul Pandita said...

Thanks, Vej...

Neoriz said...

Mystique. Nice piece. Bring on some more dude. Loved this one. ;)

Shubhra said...

Rahul... its a treat to the soul. Where have u been and how have u been?
:)

P said...

R -
i stood in front of the three panels of Monet's water lilies and thought of you.
When I saw the swirls of van gogh's postman, I forgot who else was with me and i thought of u.
we meet through paintings and poetry. paint and ink. hugs and muses.
is this a love note?
i donno. maybe it is?
what love? another figment of my imagination?
maybe.

- P