CONTEMPLATIONS OF A LOST LIFE
-this is dedicated to all those people who once walked on this earth…
Please take time to read this, so that you may fully understand the spirit in which it was written. I hope this brings a change to the way each one of you think.
As the sweet tweeting sound flowed through the air hole opening in my room, the soothing sleep seemed to slowly pull itself away from my mind and body, filling me with the warmth of life. Yes, I was feeling awake, and unusually fresh. I opened my eyes and looked at the same ceiling that I’d been seeing every morning for the past 3 years. Even though I’d noticed that the distemper was fading a bit over the last half year, the ceiling looked unusually bright and welcoming today.
“One of those feel-good days it must be…” I said to myself, in a bare whisper. I wrestled with the idea of jumping off the bed but wisely decided against it. Stretching my hands above me, and feeling the energy flow through my body, I folded my hands under my head, and smiled to myself - something I’d forgotten how to do.
‘Today must surely be a great day!’ I thought to myself as I was enjoying the effect which the smile gave me mentally. I lifted my head and turned it the other way to gaze at the clock. It read 5:43 AM. ‘Not time for anyone to wake up yet…’ I realized.
I decided to spend sometime on the bed while I waited for them all to wake up. After all, what use was me being awake with them still fast asleep? I pulled myself into a sitting position, placed the two pillows behind my back. The touch of the soft pillows on my back gave me a sense of security. Or rather an odd sense of reassurance. Even though I wasn’t too sure why, I enjoyed the care the pillows provided me. I tugged at the curtain wire on the side of my bed, drawing the curtains apart and letting a stream of the sun’s first rays into my room. I looked around the room and had to acknowledge the beauty of every item which the rays touched. Each and every corner of the room looked pure. I looked at the length of the rays as it streamed under the couch opposite my bed-the couch that I never sat on. I wondered why it was put in my room, especially since I never sat on it. And then I remembered - but today morning, not painfully. ‘Hmmmm…that’s odd.’ I thought as I fought to ward off those thoughts.
I looked outside the window and fully appreciated the reason why god had created a sunset. If there was no sunset, how could god have brought this truly beautiful creation called the dawn, the sunrise into effect? Somehow, all of god’s creation looked arresting in the morning light. I also had to appreciate the wondrous creation called residential apartment buildings, because had I not been on the 7th floor of this apartment complex, I would not have had this great a view. I thought of my dad, who gave me this room and put my bed in this precious position. I silently thanked him-for this and for everything else he did for me…and for the things he still does.
As the light grew brighter and the morning older, people started taking to the streets, for their daily ritual of jogging, walking, playing, socializing and so on. I noticed that same old man who walked 4 dogs at the same time. With the youthfulness of those puppies, I could see that it was becoming increasingly difficult for the man to handle them. But everyday, at around the same time, he carried out this practice without fail. I noticed the girl, the one with the long hair and big round eyes. She was waiting at the bus stop. ‘Hmmmm…what’s she doing so early?’ I thought. Then I realized that today was Saturday, which meant she had her singing lessons. Yes, she was a singer. I’d heard her sing for the apartment’s anniversary celebrations. Again, unfortunately, I never had the luck to see her perform because she started performing only a year ago - which meant I was already two years late.
I fought to tear my eyes away from her and looked at the group of kids running into the play area. The football was already bouncing across the field. There was so much glee in their faces, laughter in their voices and happiness in their hearts. I watched on as they did their ‘odd or even’ procedure and went on to divide themselves into two teams and soon the game started. It was fun watching them, and I could almost not restrain myself to jump off the bed. I almost did, when something happened in the ground which brought me back to my senses. A boy, the one with the red t-shirt and specs (guess red was his lucky color, he always wore them for the morning games) twisted his ankle and fell to the ground. I winced in pain as I saw it and my mind flooded with memories. In an instant I was sweating and breathing heavily. But, as I saw him laugh at himself, slowly pick himself up from the ground and jump around I felt a sense of calmness, almost as if my heart resumed its service. A thumbs-up gesture from him gave his friends and me enough assurance that he was fine. And so was I.
I turned and looked at the clock again. It read 6:50 AM. “That’s’ odd!” I said to myself. I should have got my bed coffee along with the rest of the package by now. It was unusual for mom to be late, especially since the rest of the package was of prime importance. I fiddled with the idea of calling out, but then that would raise something of an alarm for my parents and they would come rushing into my room, with their faces and hearts flustered. You see, I’m their only child! I decided that I’d wait for a couple of more minutes before I’d call out to them. I looked out to the garden, and saw the automatic sprinklers switching on exactly at the right time, just like every other day. I looked ahead of the garden to the see Mr. Ajay's black sedan move out of the parking lot - so damn punctual. It was almost as if he waits for the sprinklers to switch on. For the last 3 years, he hasn’t broken this trend even once. I looked down to see the garbage van pull up into the compound, and move beyond my vision to the back side of the building. I knew, by routine, that it would return in exactly 4 minutes. That’s all the time it took in clearing the garbage deposits of the entire apartment.
Now, I knew that the streets would get busy, and as I was eagerly waiting for the green colored private bus to arrive at the stop, I was disturbed from my morning observance by the sound of someone fiddling with the door knob. I knew that fiddle so very well. It was mom standing outside, with the tray in one hand, balancing it and opening the door. I knew exactly what kind of emotion filled her heart when she was doing this. I also knew what expression her face had then. But every time she entered the room, all I saw was a smiling face. And today was no different. She moved gracefully across the room, masking any difficulty which she may be facing, physical or mental. She kept the tray on the tea poi and drew it close to my bed. She looked at my face and gave that warm smile, which showed nothing but love.
“What happened today amma?” I asked her out of curiosity.
She said “I’m sorry son, the milkman was late. You know you have to drink milk everyday, right.” Saying so, she sat close to the foot of my bed, and kept her hand on the mattress at a place where she couldn’t have kept it 3 years earlier. ‘Only if it hadn’t happened.’ I thought.
She looked out of the window, and didn’t say anything. I looked out with her and both of us spend sometime that way. Then, almost as if shaking away a trance, she shook her head and stretched out to the tray and got me the glass of milk. I smiled at her, and she returned it with great difficulty. I knew what was going through her mind. As I sipped the milk, she took the things which constituted the very important package that was customary with every meal I had taken for the past 3 years. She fiddled with one of them and handed it to me without a word. She didn’t even look at my face. Even I was better off that way. I took it from her hand silently, placed it in my mouth, brought the glass to my lips and with a gulp of the milk I swallowed it…the tablet.
“One down, 7 more to go!” I said, faking a laugh. Amma tried her hand at giggling but left it mid-way, knowing for a fact that she was no good at it.
-this is dedicated to all those people who once walked on this earth…
Please take time to read this, so that you may fully understand the spirit in which it was written. I hope this brings a change to the way each one of you think.
As the sweet tweeting sound flowed through the air hole opening in my room, the soothing sleep seemed to slowly pull itself away from my mind and body, filling me with the warmth of life. Yes, I was feeling awake, and unusually fresh. I opened my eyes and looked at the same ceiling that I’d been seeing every morning for the past 3 years. Even though I’d noticed that the distemper was fading a bit over the last half year, the ceiling looked unusually bright and welcoming today.
“One of those feel-good days it must be…” I said to myself, in a bare whisper. I wrestled with the idea of jumping off the bed but wisely decided against it. Stretching my hands above me, and feeling the energy flow through my body, I folded my hands under my head, and smiled to myself - something I’d forgotten how to do.
‘Today must surely be a great day!’ I thought to myself as I was enjoying the effect which the smile gave me mentally. I lifted my head and turned it the other way to gaze at the clock. It read 5:43 AM. ‘Not time for anyone to wake up yet…’ I realized.
I decided to spend sometime on the bed while I waited for them all to wake up. After all, what use was me being awake with them still fast asleep? I pulled myself into a sitting position, placed the two pillows behind my back. The touch of the soft pillows on my back gave me a sense of security. Or rather an odd sense of reassurance. Even though I wasn’t too sure why, I enjoyed the care the pillows provided me. I tugged at the curtain wire on the side of my bed, drawing the curtains apart and letting a stream of the sun’s first rays into my room. I looked around the room and had to acknowledge the beauty of every item which the rays touched. Each and every corner of the room looked pure. I looked at the length of the rays as it streamed under the couch opposite my bed-the couch that I never sat on. I wondered why it was put in my room, especially since I never sat on it. And then I remembered - but today morning, not painfully. ‘Hmmmm…that’s odd.’ I thought as I fought to ward off those thoughts.
I looked outside the window and fully appreciated the reason why god had created a sunset. If there was no sunset, how could god have brought this truly beautiful creation called the dawn, the sunrise into effect? Somehow, all of god’s creation looked arresting in the morning light. I also had to appreciate the wondrous creation called residential apartment buildings, because had I not been on the 7th floor of this apartment complex, I would not have had this great a view. I thought of my dad, who gave me this room and put my bed in this precious position. I silently thanked him-for this and for everything else he did for me…and for the things he still does.
As the light grew brighter and the morning older, people started taking to the streets, for their daily ritual of jogging, walking, playing, socializing and so on. I noticed that same old man who walked 4 dogs at the same time. With the youthfulness of those puppies, I could see that it was becoming increasingly difficult for the man to handle them. But everyday, at around the same time, he carried out this practice without fail. I noticed the girl, the one with the long hair and big round eyes. She was waiting at the bus stop. ‘Hmmmm…what’s she doing so early?’ I thought. Then I realized that today was Saturday, which meant she had her singing lessons. Yes, she was a singer. I’d heard her sing for the apartment’s anniversary celebrations. Again, unfortunately, I never had the luck to see her perform because she started performing only a year ago - which meant I was already two years late.
I fought to tear my eyes away from her and looked at the group of kids running into the play area. The football was already bouncing across the field. There was so much glee in their faces, laughter in their voices and happiness in their hearts. I watched on as they did their ‘odd or even’ procedure and went on to divide themselves into two teams and soon the game started. It was fun watching them, and I could almost not restrain myself to jump off the bed. I almost did, when something happened in the ground which brought me back to my senses. A boy, the one with the red t-shirt and specs (guess red was his lucky color, he always wore them for the morning games) twisted his ankle and fell to the ground. I winced in pain as I saw it and my mind flooded with memories. In an instant I was sweating and breathing heavily. But, as I saw him laugh at himself, slowly pick himself up from the ground and jump around I felt a sense of calmness, almost as if my heart resumed its service. A thumbs-up gesture from him gave his friends and me enough assurance that he was fine. And so was I.
I turned and looked at the clock again. It read 6:50 AM. “That’s’ odd!” I said to myself. I should have got my bed coffee along with the rest of the package by now. It was unusual for mom to be late, especially since the rest of the package was of prime importance. I fiddled with the idea of calling out, but then that would raise something of an alarm for my parents and they would come rushing into my room, with their faces and hearts flustered. You see, I’m their only child! I decided that I’d wait for a couple of more minutes before I’d call out to them. I looked out to the garden, and saw the automatic sprinklers switching on exactly at the right time, just like every other day. I looked ahead of the garden to the see Mr. Ajay's black sedan move out of the parking lot - so damn punctual. It was almost as if he waits for the sprinklers to switch on. For the last 3 years, he hasn’t broken this trend even once. I looked down to see the garbage van pull up into the compound, and move beyond my vision to the back side of the building. I knew, by routine, that it would return in exactly 4 minutes. That’s all the time it took in clearing the garbage deposits of the entire apartment.
Now, I knew that the streets would get busy, and as I was eagerly waiting for the green colored private bus to arrive at the stop, I was disturbed from my morning observance by the sound of someone fiddling with the door knob. I knew that fiddle so very well. It was mom standing outside, with the tray in one hand, balancing it and opening the door. I knew exactly what kind of emotion filled her heart when she was doing this. I also knew what expression her face had then. But every time she entered the room, all I saw was a smiling face. And today was no different. She moved gracefully across the room, masking any difficulty which she may be facing, physical or mental. She kept the tray on the tea poi and drew it close to my bed. She looked at my face and gave that warm smile, which showed nothing but love.
“What happened today amma?” I asked her out of curiosity.
She said “I’m sorry son, the milkman was late. You know you have to drink milk everyday, right.” Saying so, she sat close to the foot of my bed, and kept her hand on the mattress at a place where she couldn’t have kept it 3 years earlier. ‘Only if it hadn’t happened.’ I thought.
She looked out of the window, and didn’t say anything. I looked out with her and both of us spend sometime that way. Then, almost as if shaking away a trance, she shook her head and stretched out to the tray and got me the glass of milk. I smiled at her, and she returned it with great difficulty. I knew what was going through her mind. As I sipped the milk, she took the things which constituted the very important package that was customary with every meal I had taken for the past 3 years. She fiddled with one of them and handed it to me without a word. She didn’t even look at my face. Even I was better off that way. I took it from her hand silently, placed it in my mouth, brought the glass to my lips and with a gulp of the milk I swallowed it…the tablet.
“One down, 7 more to go!” I said, faking a laugh. Amma tried her hand at giggling but left it mid-way, knowing for a fact that she was no good at it.
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I turned my head and looked at the clock. It read 8:34 AM. I was again alone in my room, gazing out of the window. There was nothing much other than this and reading books for the last 3 years. What more can a person with no legs do?
Everyday for the last 3 years, I’ve seen the world flow in front of me. Everyday I sat and watched it, being able to do nothing. Everyday I tried not to curse my fate, the same one which took my legs in an accident. Everyday, I tried not to see the pain in the eyes of my parents’ when they had to come with all my meals to my room, along with the tablets, which I took for no reason that I understood. I’d lost it right, then what’s all this for? There are days like today, when I wake up early, and have no choice but to lie in the bed or look out into the world, waiting for my parents to come to me.
Only if I could walk, I would have gladly carried them their breakfast like a dutiful son. Only if I could walk, I would have taken them on morning walks, instead of sitting up on my bed and watching the world walk by.
Only if I could walk, I wouldn’t have had that couch in my room, which was meant for the visitors to sit and view me and express their sorrow…
I turned my head and looked at the clock. It read 8:34 AM. I was again alone in my room, gazing out of the window. There was nothing much other than this and reading books for the last 3 years. What more can a person with no legs do?
Everyday for the last 3 years, I’ve seen the world flow in front of me. Everyday I sat and watched it, being able to do nothing. Everyday I tried not to curse my fate, the same one which took my legs in an accident. Everyday, I tried not to see the pain in the eyes of my parents’ when they had to come with all my meals to my room, along with the tablets, which I took for no reason that I understood. I’d lost it right, then what’s all this for? There are days like today, when I wake up early, and have no choice but to lie in the bed or look out into the world, waiting for my parents to come to me.
Only if I could walk, I would have gladly carried them their breakfast like a dutiful son. Only if I could walk, I would have taken them on morning walks, instead of sitting up on my bed and watching the world walk by.
Only if I could walk, I wouldn’t have had that couch in my room, which was meant for the visitors to sit and view me and express their sorrow…
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…and so he lived…he lived out his life, creating happiness from every other random thing he saw with his eyes. Any regret he had, any sadness, it stayed inside him. He still strived to bring a smile to his loved ones’ faces…
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When you spoke about football and stuff i for a moment thought you would run down and have a game yourself.I must concur that the manner in which the cripple was disclosed kind of stunned me.I had a funny feeling when u spoke about 3 years quite a few times but i dint expect it to turn out this way.Anyways well written dude.
I started reading, and I thought:
"This looks straight out of a Jeffrey Archer novel!"
The lines were so awesome - these descriptive narrations. I read on...
Somewhere in between, I felt a tear in my eye, I don't know where, maybe it was around the end.
As I finished, I couldn't resist but give a standing ovation to you! My aunt (who stood nearby) thought I'd gone mad, and she was partly right.
Suggestions*The story is Moving, but inconclusive to a certain extent.
*The context borders on the cliché. Yet, the impeccable style makes it appealing. Kudos!
* The spirit is excellently portrayed. Yet, a couple of gram errors tend to rock the boat during its smooth ride.
*"Mr Ajay's sedan..."
Self reference? ;)
That's all!
The blog really had an emotional touch to it, creatin a wave of emotions in the minds of readers. But still it leaves me wonderin who the "i" is.... well lies the success of an articlein (makin the reader think wonderin or rather thinkin again and again abt the article)
great stuff...i like the flow of emotion...very steady...you've brought it out well. i was thinking - more often than not we tend to take certain things in life for granted, don't we? be it our eyes or our legs...it's sad that it takes something painful, something that might deprive us of what is our basic right, to jolt us to our senses and make us realize how valuable these things - or even people - are. so all ye people out there: today, make an effort to appreciate even the smallest of things, or even the dearest and nearest of people around you; coz strange are the ways of this world, and nobody knows what tomorrow brings. :) and to asquare,keep it flowing :) like hari said, there are a few turbulent moments here and there, to be taken care of. good going otherwise!!
I think this is the first time u r writing something tht is not from ur own life rite? it was nice. i especially loved the concept of the couch and its multiple meanings... very professional! i like the fact tht 'u' hve moved on from the depression of sumbody who is handicapped , especially since u had legs once upon a time. If u had focussed on tht it probably would have been a cliche. Another aspect that bowled me over was tht u wished u had legs coz u wanted 2 serve ur parents, to take them out on walks, not coz u wanted to play football or run around again. That was truely selfless. Mr.Ajay and his car was a nice bit. But it has been 3 years now. Shouldnt u be thinkin of moving on... Find something to do rather than accept what has happened to u? Isnt it time u fought back against ur fate? To win back what life has snatched frm u? I guess CAT class is making me over critical.lol...
PS: I love your work. Keep posting! cheers!
really touchin...it has certainly brought bout a change in the way many of us think n thanks to the writer for that...When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude...
n cheers to scorpion's comment..well said..
it was a nice post....a really god one....n...asquare....4 d boy whom u wrote abt can only DREAM abt walkin..playin...takin care of his mom n dad....but cannot take tht ashis AMBITION.....hope u gt clear..wht i meant..:-)...anyways...keep writin..ur writin is awesome...:-)...
beautiful !!completely so.i was first surprised wen i read abt "luking out from 7th floor" coz til den i thot it was abt ur own day dt i ws reading..marvellous job and i luved ur style..im eager to read the next:)
Most of us take our lives for granted... Isnt it a blessing we actually are able to do whatever we want? When we step into the shoes of the lesser fortunate souls, like the one u mentioned... It makes us to rethink, where we are heading.
Nice post dude, i could see myself sitting on the couch you described..
It's bin 3 years...n still the couch is der???but not for those odd thoughts of him,it shud hav bin moved...
cuz, the way he sees life around is awesome...but wen he sees the couch,he ll hav to think abt himself,his constraints...
But i shud admit, in tat case,the story is incomplete...perhaps the couch acts as a catalyst in raising the emotion levels...moreover i'm no person to comment on such a gifted writing prowess...
I am glad you told me about this today :D That it is beautifully written is a topic beyond debate...and very emotional too, you know, in this regular, traditional kinda way that you know to be more genuine that anything else. I wish you hadn't brought out the accident part out so bluntly in the end though, an oblique reference would have fit more with the general grace of the story...because through out the first part you had given enough hints to show us that the person is using this routine to hide his craving to be a part of it and that behind all this happiness from'watching things happen' from his window there is a tone of nostalgia and regret. You chose to underestimate the intelligence of your readers, Mr Asquare :P
And hari, he is better than joker jeffrey archer :P
da its very very well written!!!!
kudos,man must say tat ur bcumin very very professinal dude!!
no wonder u tol me this was ur best one...
dai the thing i like abt this s the way u have detailed all the minute things esp the mornin sun ,the apartment details and stuff!!...and the simplicity and lucid nature of ur entry has also helped tat has been one area of concern 4 me daa,cos in some of ur earlier entries i sometimes lost the plot due to too many TOUgh words HEEHEE
no probs here!!
its THOUGHT PrOVOKING!! cos in the mad dash called life we tend to forget about the life of those 'less fortunate people'!!
its avery touchin in ceratain parts like the amma and mon scene,the part wen he watches the kids playin ball!!
da this was a very very gud read but knowin ya and ya potential i am waitin 4 somethin even better and TAT IS GONNA B SOME ACHIEVEMENT!!heehee
thank u so much for ur kind words of appreciation..n thx for the corrections too...thts what i need the most...im glad u all like my style of writin...n hari, dude, the comparisons with jeffrey archer r way too high..it goes without sayin tht he's one of my most fav authors...but i'm glad my writin reminds u of tht great author...its an honour..
im still tryin to work on making my blog updates more regular, but thing is i write only of those things tht im most passionate about..things tht utterly move me...
anyways thx one n all..keep reading whenever this blog's updated and please keep the criticism, corrections, opinions flowing in...its all very much appreciated...
ciao!
U told me abt it wen u wrote it, bt it took me tis long to finally come & finish reading it.. and if i hadnt i wud have missed something worth reading.
You wudnt be wrong to say tis s one of ur best (like u claimed then), bt i hope u better this soon.
No wonder..he was too satisfied(?) for someone leading a normal life. I knew all the positivity was heading to something like this...i watch too many movies, what can i say?!
Nice write up.
'Only if I could walk, I would have taken them on morning walks, instead of sitting up on my bed and watching the world walk by'...da my eyes were filled wid tears after readin dis...nice one da..keep writin..waitin to see more from u..
great work...loved your style of writing...a very touching posy indeed...:)
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