Thursday, December 15, 2005

Moonstruck!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005
1:02:41 AM

“If you miss this train I warn
You will know that I have gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles………………..”

I never knew my college had so much beauty hidden in its enclosure… this blend of déjà vu: the Dirty fella’s choir music and the little guy almost resembling an elf by the moonlight, the light just beside shadowy corners and the winter…the non-existent Giant… leaving me more eve-struck than moonstruck…Moonstruck has a bit different mushy kind of meaning in the Oxford Dictionary, which I don’t intend to refer to…

Have I come such a long way for this, and this alone??? I must keep walking, though, like Johnny Walker (I know that’s a very bad pj, but couldn’t help it)… this can’t be all…

I pretend that I am 500 miles away from home… “Is it that far???” Well, it’s so far that it’s pointless to even estimate… Do I have a home anyway?

No, no, no…I don’t mean I want a family…hell, no…I just need a place to call my own…with no one to dictate, no one to advise, no one to roll their eyes and no one to order me around…so I can sketch, sing, or just read a book whenever I want to, without any interruption…or simply write…or just delve into motionless activity of the mind – think!

I wish they didn’t linger their talk about Ayn Rand at such lengths…it was frustrating, and didn’t keep pace with the cadence all over the field and the sky… I wish they could talk of how Dirty looked so bright… I wish there was a stormy Caribbean sea just outside the back-gate, so our Dirty could deal with the pirates with exquisitely flowery usage of English… I wish the moon would really magnetize the poor guy who rocks and would take him away with a large spider-web so I didn’t have to live with his never-ending urgency to be absolutely right about anything and everything…It’s so annoying that it can put you back to senses and ready for an argument even if you are high on LSD…you could even get annoyed right at your deathbed… Death can wait so long as there is an argument to continue…

Argument makes death nervous…

I know there’s someone not too far who would interpret all of this as a reflection of my sadness deep inside (no ‘sad’ implications puhleez, no pun intended)…but trust me I am happy and privileged…than many others starved of Life and Twists and Surprises…Surprise always brings happiness, even if it’s inside a packet of sadness…
Delacroix’s portrait is looking good…there’s not a man like that in college so I can pass my time staring at…and really be moonstruck, with all implications of the word in the big fat Oxford Dictionary…

4 comments:

Delphic Oracle said...

did i spell Ayn Rand correctly????

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Delphic Oracle said...

thanks for ur comment...i do respect anonymity...but just wondering who u might be following my blog and comparing my older and newer posts...

havent written much lately, but thanks for the inspiration, although i dont really believe in comments that do not come with illustrations/examples...LOL

never mind, happy reading!

btw do u have a blog that I might read as well?

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