And I begin my journey in2 the new year not 2009 but 2010 & whoa!! wot a begin to it.
I sit & watch as people come & go. Restlessness probably like one of my friends wrote as he started out on a new venture, probably something every human would try to at the begin of every year that seems to be new & promising. “ Manchaadikootam” he named it & so. He says its a collection of memories( naughty & not). And I must say he has written it most damn beautifully. This is when you feel that just like music, even ideas have no barriers I.e. language to be specifically pointed out at.
As he reiterated his experiences right from his grandma being an elegant & poise lady to the very fact that he still is growing into a nostalgic cyst of a creature waiting to break out from his shell to explore the newer horizons that probably this galaxy is worth more than. It is amazing though when you start to write, you wonder what,when, where, why you gonna begin at and it jus ends up as one heck of a creation that even you would probably rub your nose into & relise the anomaly this would probably unravel.
Its the shouts of glory & excitement that ushers in every 1st of January. Some wander around having absolutely no sense of whats going on in and around the same vicinity that one stands, still others sleeping their way into the new year.
Amazingly so, the human brain does end up instructing the heart to do what he/she loves to do at that very moment. The human brain too is a force to reckin with, rather NOT!!..lol... coz even the minimal amount of excitement prediction, medium quantities of smashing, maximum effect of sarcasm would be handled in different extremities of the very same prism.
The transition phase of the adolescence to adult could probably be the most difficult phases a human would live to see. I would categorize this period as anywhere between two years to 5 & a half years.
Nothing between these years seem right for some but for another sect of humans this would be the bible, yet another clan would call it the rest of the apple Mr. Adam ( Technically Father of the nation called earth) ate. The rest of the generation would just live it like they have lived it up for the past 22 ½ years.
Its funny sometimes all those influx of weird iddeas that come into the head at this point in time, the transition period i.e.. As I was watching a movie which spoke of three such humans who didn't think of sleeping or guidelines & cooked up this idea of “Why couldn't we just use pencils instead of spending a fortune trying to create an ink which wouldn't solidify in the absence of air”..lol.
When I was passing thro. The same phase, low waist apparels, jazzy belts, funky watches were the stuff thought to be the most sought after & to admit I was one of them & boy did I enjoy it.... oops forgot the hair stuck with glue ( Gel Humans called it). I still wonder how all of these mattered the world to certain humans ( Not excluding myself).
Call it Idiocy, madness, vanity..would come close to this phase. Probably when eminem, Tupas & puff daddy set the floor on fire. Wot did they call it den? “ Yo! Momma! Lets shake some booty Yo!!”...hahahah. The greeting note of “ SSSsssssup!!” stands strong to this day.
An ode to joy were those days if you'd ask me . A huge gang of people still waiting to ask their “ True Love” for a cup of coffee and still others enjoying their drink with complete random strangers who'l have a story to tell later on & so many other random characters knowing not where their life would end up & straining to live life for this very split second.
For most people this is either the time dey'd graduated from any course they were pursuing until this very moment. Some others struggling to rid themselves of the same very course enjoying everything except the books...lol ( I laughed at myself on this one)
Making my foundation strong would be my justification & I so love cheap thrills...lol.
But probably this was the time which inspired a no books, no authoring, no literature, confused idiot to pick up his pen & glorify these moments.
Broke many a bones & minds of millions of unnoticing bystanders. Confusion about where to fit in probably was the criminal...hahahha... (Again Cheap Thrills).
Me, my sis & my dad invented a completely new language , a new story to live in & it still holds strong as I write this too... I'd probably speak of it at a later point in time. This whole book wouldn't suffice for the sheer glory of that saga.
Awsome scintillating deodorants, perfumes, nicotine sticks would accompany most of the confused but blissful beings of that hour. Butterflies in the stomach when the alluring beauty of the opposite sez breezes by would add sum glamour to ice this note.
The feeling of the butterflies rumbling or much rather fluttering could also be gained outta a roller coaster but then it wouldn't stimulate your mind & heart alike as well.
Lotta notions put your mind & heart in doubt at this very point ( As rejection is outta the question & you've just been crowned Mr/Ms Universe or sumthin...lol). Some actually gather up all the guts to go up2 the best thing you've ever witnessed & say sumthing which would be an exact antonym of what one was planning an eternity on preparing. This phase could briefly be annoted & erased as “ The Making-A-Fool-Of Phase”. Brings back memories.??!...lol.
Later on in life when you look at stuff like these, they do definitely bring a smile ( The curve that sets things straight) back to your busy face....lol.
This Making-A-Fool-Of phase does turn out to be fruitful for some goin ahead & making a family outta it. Still others have many a more Making-A-Fool-Of & still manage to stay single at the end of it. Blissful bachelordom aint it?!...hahah
Till then I.le. When you do manage to get a “Yes” which delivers you from the “ Making-A -Fool-Of” phase, you find out that all the people who would've never glanced at you for a second time deliver n no. of glances makin your deliverer scan your ethics..lol. That too is a fun phase when you do actually fool around just to see that change of expression.
Having a gang, partying the night out do tend to leave nostalgic scars which even if tried to erase( which you shouldn't) just doesn't seem to leave you.
Millions of excuses made to your creator, screwing around with any living being to have set foot on earth,feeling the deep breath grazing your shoulders, the dryness of the throat, the butterflies in your stomach, the high speed thrill trips, the wildest of screams, the beautiful but real chaos of emotions, the want to do so much but falling short of time would sum up the fact that life ain't no pain, its pure glamorous....Oops! Glorious... CheerS!!