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.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Year.N

(i) This is an experiment, somewhat like Odd Even.ts.
(ii) There are 12 parts, each part consisting of as many words as the number of days in the mentioned month. Like JAN.gle - 31 words. APR.on - 30 words.
(iii) There are 3 sets - the parts with 31 words each| the part with 29 words| the parts with 30 words each
(iv) The parts or the sets are not necessarily in the correct order of occurrence.
(v) On an unrelated topic - My Blog turned a year old at 8:09 pm(IST) on the 27th of April, 2011.

 Year 2008.

“And as we wind on down the road 
Our shadows taller than our souls.”

JAN.gle
The metal bar slid over the strings of the lap steel guitar. The screech hit his eardrums – coerced his impotent hands to cease the rendering of mellifluous music turned noxious noise.

**FEB.rile
The smack and the coke in the same syringe.  He was speedballing. He was shivering with fever. Was he insane? She saw him and knew she had her story.

MAR.ijuana
The beige cloth draped around the cherubic chillum had turned feuillemorte. Inhale! His sore throat bled. The diffused smoke ushered the diabolical entities to their alveoli seats. His hands shook compulsively.

“In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, 
And the voices of those who stand looking.”

*APR.on
She loved the acetic acid stains on her apron, the vinegar odour, the light through the red filter, the negatives and the photographs. She knew she was ‘developing’ a story.

MAY.hem
The crowd was going insane. They should have been oscillating in unified trance then, with the reverberating rendition of liberating verses and psychedelic music. An hour gone. The stage was empty.

*JUN.cture
She stood still, stupefied. He excavated her words from the locked chest kept safe in a dungeon, and sung them. She knew, she should’ve captured. But she didn’t miss anything.

“And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune 
Then the piper will lead us to reason.”

JUL.iet
He changed the tuning from standard to open E, for the song “Juliet”.  His voice echoed – faded to the sounds of saxophone, piano and drums. He waited for his guitar solo.

AUG.ment
The crescendo lingered. Lights changed colours like the chameleon – their long tongues ensnared him. The succeeding diminuendo got lost in his handcuffed silence. He recovered, improvised; then ended the song abruptly.

*SEP.ia
She wanted the photographs to live longer. She wanted them to speak the language he speaks. She wanted the story to be warm and brown. It had to be sepia.


“In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, 
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.”

OCT.opus
As his opus terminated, the tentacles of an octopus like creature swung before him. From the heavens descended 'Cthulhu'. He clung to one of the tentacles and wished to escape doom.

*NOV.ice
It was probably her last chance to click the conclusion of her story, given his wretched appalling condition. She didn’t have a pass. She was a photographer, but a novice.

DEC.adence
As he lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling fan, he wondered about Juliet and “Juliet”. The crescendo and diminuendo were dead. All that was left – the sound of shutter.

“Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run 
There's still time to change the road you're on.

Do we learn?
Do we earn?
Do we Year.N?
Y/N?
 ---------------x----------------
“And if you listen very hard 

The tune will come to you at last. 

When all are one and one is all 

To be a rock and not to roll.”

The quotes are from the song - Stairway to heaven by Led Zeppelin.

P.S. - Lethargy and the El Clasico forced me not to proofread the post. I apologise for the brazen and imbecilic mistakes.


18 comments:

  1. I thought '*JUN.cture' was the best till '*SEP.ia' took my breath away.. the effect of your creativity and variegated language on readers is almost psychotomimetic :)

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  2. Just loved the flow, the stops and inter junctions at the right point!!

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  3. I would not concur with this comment being a cure for the lunatic that you claim to be.

    And of course all geniuses are lunatics in a way.

    So well, firstly a happy birthday to your incredibly mind boggling blog and keep up the good work that makes for such brain-teasers etc! :D

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  4. That's a very smart post, Shayy. Very well put. And congrats to this lovely blog for its first birthday. :)

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  5. Oh, this is no cure for lunacy but still I would try. You create an otherworldly effect with your Easter eggs and enigmatic riddles. The plot just builds up relentlessly.The experience is akin to watching a David Lynch movie.This one was a delight.

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  6. Loved "JUN.cture" and "AUG.ment" ....

    This is really cool! Brilliant idea... And the way you work it... :) Amazing!

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  7. Why would anyone single out a single month?

    I like them all, all of them, from Jan.gle to Dec.adence.
    Awesome post, awesome work.

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  8. Aria, I would like to believe that this was acid induced, but it's not. ;)

    Giribala, thanks.

    Viyoma, thank you!

    Dimitri, maybe, all geniuses are lunatics but all lunatics are not geniuses. I am sure that I am not a genius and I sure that I am a lunatic. :)

    Di, thank you! :D

    Siddhartha, that was too extravagant a compliment for me. :)

    Matangi, thanks.

    Anshul, thank you!

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  9. oh so much of praise
    must have given you an erection
    haw haw haw

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  10. back to you:

    the 'libertine vegetables' open their mouth,
    clap their hands and praise the uncouth
    they bleat till their blood clots,
    and when the little creatures faint they see tiny little black dots

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  11. Oh no! I like real erections more than figurative ones. Mu ha ha ha :P

    And fake imps trot on the land,
    Stopping by to rest, as they've run out of breaths.
    They excrete on the roads and forget to cover up with sand-
    Inhaling the stink of their own excrement they summon their deaths.

    p.s. - That would be mouths and mouth/uncouth do not rhyme. ;)

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  12. wow! This was just genius. Really. And like Blasphemous Aesthete, I can't seem to choose a single month. They all took my breath away. You make me learn lots of new words by the way :)

    Happy Birthday to your blog.

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  13. This is super creative... Awesome work...
    Belated happy birthday bloggy.... :) Keep posting....

    Tanishka...

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  14. I don't know why I never commented on this post earlier. But now that I am doing so, I must say that it was one of the most mind boggling posts I have ever read, even from you, Sayak.
    So, a very belated happy birthday to your blog and may you keep writing such entangling posts! :D

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  15. Hey buddy. Here I am again. To award you with another relayed blogger award. Congrats! :D

    Check it out here.

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  16. Awe-fabulous.....gibberish which makes absolute sense

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  17. I chanced upon to view your blog and found it very interesting. Great ... Keep it up!
    Tech Mentro

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