Another face in the opaque crowd searching for some translucence to diffuse and project his myriad thoughts through this utterly abhorrent state of lame rigidity.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Letter

Dear I,
I wonder why I didn’t write me or myself or just simply my name Sayak. Maybe I have an affinity towards the vowel ‘I’. You might think I, that’s also you, are a narcissist; maybe I am, or may be not. Let’s drop it, it’s not important.
Look at me, look at how lame a thing I am doing, perturbed by the hallucinated repercussions of self established, self demolished melancholic felicitous ode of insularity, noisily ranted in the harshest possible voice. Why don’t I sit for a while in solitude and get over with this conversation? Ah, I can’t strain my vocal chords to yell my quirks at you, or even if it is a mute conversation I can’t vex my mind to do the talking; I am too lazy to do that, you know. But I can do the typing; it comes to me almost involuntarily.
We hardly talk nowadays; and to speak the truth I don’t feel bad about it, rather I don’t have the time to feel bad about it. I am always busy doing something or the other and more often than not I am in the company of friends. Not that I am all ablaze and lost in hyperbolic hysteria while I am apparently and technically not alone, I do feel solitary at times, I glance at your silhouette, try to speak up, then reject the notion and lapse into the prevalent marooned numbness of temporarily anaesthetized inertia of the fake frivolous presence, the thing called fun, joy and very loosely life.
Sometimes, I feel like that small bird perched on a high tension wire, oblivious to and free from the facts of science. I don’t even realise what flows beneath me, grazing my feet; just like I let the relentless waves of time flow, disdaining and mocking that dimension altogether.
Nothing concerns me nowadays, not even you; I stay afloat and adrift on the turbulence of the jittery ocean of interminable nonchalance. But you are indispensable to me. I might burn out, but you are like the Amaranthus plant, which never withers, never fades away. You are the soul, the energy; which can neither be created nor destroyed.
I shall cease my speech now. I hope to talk to you soon, although, seriously I am not very hopeful about it.

Yours sincerely,
Sayak

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" The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves. "  - Eric Hoffer



17 comments:

  1. aah, the TurbulentMind smells turbulence..it is always a good thing to keep in touch with the inner self..And great quote by Hoffer

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  2. Yes, an insane turbulence of nothingness it is. :)

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  3. The mind is chaotic. It takes a great degree of patience just to discern what's going on in that deep dark well of a brain and then coming to terms with it takes a lot more work.

    Well written, mate. And the quote is highly apt.

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  4. Spellbound yet again !! :|

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  5. well then, our friend in within ourselves always welcomes us with open arms, go back again and it starts off as if nothing happened before.

    Its not the time to break down.

    Regards
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. Yes, that's exactly what I am doing. :)

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  7. great quote at the end...
    and i loved this bit: "perturbed by the hallucinated repercussions of self established, self demolished melancholic felicitous ode of insularity..."

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  8. Okay so this it. No comments on the language this time. I'm more worried about the content.

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  9. 1)Look at me, look at how lame a thing I am doing, perturbed by the hallucinated repercussions of self established, self demolished melancholic felicitous ode of insularity, noisily ranted in the harshest possible voice.......this sentence is not consistent tense-wise....doing is continuous....the rest of the sentence is not.

    2)Why did you finish with such a weak last sentence...? the ending of an article always has to confirm the point you are making..so that it is etched in the readers minds.

    3) You are talking to yourself...yet you dont get to it till the 3rd paragraph why is that...?

    4) you borrowed a quote..right...you should try to cite it..other wise you could be charged of fraud...its true... publishers are extremely conscious of that

    Bro..me knows I am your harshest critic..but you do write well..definitely talented..you can do so much better..! good post

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  10. Twisha, I'll talk to you later.

    Anish, criticisms help me. I am not perfect, and as a human being my views are partially biased, more so when it's something about myself. And I can take criticisms. :)
    I see my mistakes, I'll surely try not to repeat them; but I'll let them be, this time.

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  11. I second Twish. The contents belie an underlying torrent of dark and destructive emotions.

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  12. Haha! Sumit, those emotions shall never be severed from me. :P

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  13. nice post definitely one should be having time for having a word with oneself.
    introspection is a must for the inner peace :)

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  14. Yes, Megha; right you are! :)

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