The Ringside View

My attempts at writing have always been stacked up in old diaries and scraps of yellowing paper.Time,neglect and phylum insecta however, always ensured that the gibberish i scrawled, never would see the prying gaze of an alien eye.Years later, i still scribble once in a while - this time in word documents stored in some obscure folder somewhere in the innards of my C drive.I am unearthing some of them and opening them up for the interested.To get what i call - The Ringside view.

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Friday, June 15, 2007

Full circle

Nine out of ten I sleep with the curtains wide open and the sun would playfully seep into my room every morning with that ‘Wake up you unlucky bastard’ kinda smile. I rub the slumber of my eyes and shuffle for the mobile to check the godforsaken time. Five thirty or some such obscene hour it reads. Now that’s both good and bad. Good because of all the extra hours you can sleep before reality and office time kicks in and bad because it still is a godamn interruption to some quality REM sleep.

But what strikes me most is not the bloody regularity with which I forget to keep curtains drawn, but the simple fact that the seasons have gone around one complete cycle and are back where they were one year back. I remember coming to Norfolk one hot sunny July day, black jumper clad and all that surprised at the long vigil that the beaming sun was putting in. And in the melee of finding a house, finding a room mate who can cook (he does not read my blog so it’s ok) and finding the nearest Sainsbury’s, a couple of fleeting months slip by. Trees shed leaves, temperatures drop and one fine day you walk into M&S and invest in a leather jacket with a fleece lined collar. It rains that very evening and a fleece lined collar begins to like the dumbest idea ever conceived to man.

Bare trees, even lower temperatures and a distant memory of sunny summer days. Long faces, black jackets and the women in tank tops whom you saw in July have all disappeared. You feel home sick and bored and soak in the bloody gloom like a sponge bar. Christmas brightens things a bit. Lights, a sprinkle of snow and a hundred innovative ways to burn a hole in your pocket. You buy, you binge, you endure and finally one day you see flowers on the once bare trees. The big heavy jackets get strung up on hangars and trees blaze a flaming red and violet in celebration. Jeez, its spring.

A couple of bank holiday weekends and the girls in tank tops are back on the streets. The hem lines have dropped, the neck lines are dropping and sun lotions are jutting out of the racks back at Boots. I am sitting here rubbing the sleep of my eyes as the sun gatecrashes into my bedroom. Godamit. It’s been a year.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yayyy! You're writing again! Yayyy!!!
- Lals.
PS - Is the one year going to become more than one?

June 16, 2007 5:59 PM  
Blogger lakshmi said...

great to see you blogging after quite a long break dude..thanks to Dhane's scrap..found out that you finally managed to blog again :)

June 17, 2007 10:36 AM  
Blogger Sharad said...

wake up ya unlucky bastard! UK doesn't sound like fun anymore

June 17, 2007 5:59 PM  
Anonymous Meera said...

Well written.
I guess you have to go through the gloom of winter to appreciate the cheery summer.That way,full circle to a summer which u appreciate better now than you did an year back,ain't it?
Draw ur curtains.That's the easiest solution not to be reminded of a year gone by quickly:)I shall drop in a word to Prad,if needed:)

June 19, 2007 3:59 PM  
Blogger sankechita said...

There's something called winter amnesia. In summer we don't bother remembering winter, rather we just don't remember. But in winter, one yearns and yearns for that lil green leaf.

Do write more. You do it pretty well! :)


June 22, 2007 8:47 PM  
Blogger Suresh C H said...

As I read this blog, pride and happiness swell through my chest making me look like Mallika Sherawat!
Neat work on the blog here bro.
Haven't read the last 3-4 pieces, but promised myself I will in leisure, as and when Pimpri is willing to let me go. :).


July 02, 2007 9:40 PM  

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