Monday, July 13, 2009

Beautifully Implicit

Most things in life are done out of compulsions – few explicit, most implicit. Being punctual to office belongs to the latter (if you are into HR). It’s a usual morning. After snoozing for approx. 20 minutes, I finally push myself out of the bed. As I slowly descend from the astral world, I realize the only thing “usual” about this morning is the eternal internal conflict of “to bunk or not to bunk”. The sky is gloomy, rains haven’t stopped pouring since last night, the air is fresh and cold – it carries a fragrance better than the one trapped in nina ricci bottles….it is ideal – a hot cup of coffee, my bed and day full of “nothingness”…but..

I give in, I have to rush – the corporate butchers do not understand that there’s much more to life than to earn a living….do I?...may be not! none of us do …guess the “implicit compulsions” are more potent than the explicit ones.

At 9 in the morning one of the busiest roads to travel in the city is the “hi-tech”, where thousands of techies drag themselves to work each day – decked up, wearing the rectangular access/ID cards around their necks which reduce each one of them into a number, but does give them some sort of “identity” we all crave for.

The traffic is totally jammed. I am happy as it gives me some more time and a valid reason to reach office late. Still at the same spot as I was 10 mins ago, the music in my ipod starts giving me a headache. I put it off and look around...

A pretty girl in a rickshaw doing and re-doing her make-up with complicated colored pencils…impatiently looking at her watch time and again…An old woman wearing a faded saree in another rickshaw...contemplating in silence, in no hurry to reach anywhere…

A white school bus stuffed with kids- all of them tearing each others clothes apart….a group of younger children happily selling flowers, thanking the traffic jam to give them maximum client exposure.

A black Mercedes (something to die for) and a disturbingly handsome man on the back seat (something to live for: P) …too engrossed in his palmtop to notice anything around… A cycle with 27 chickens on each side tied upside down …the fastest one to twist and turn and make its way out of the commotion...

A “formally dressed” mid- aged man on a pulsar continually convincing someone on phone getting ready for his sales target …. A old bike - 3 friends , adjusting themselves on a red caliber having the best laugh of their lives…

A rainy morning….a standstill corner of a fast paced city made us all look like the “self- absorbed” characters of a similar story – ever flowing , ever moving from someone, something, somewhere to someone, something ,elsewhere. It is few explicit stops in life like these , when I wonder how everything around is indeed beautifully implicit!

15 comments:

Isha said...

nice observation...good to know that you know that most of the things we want are implicit and the ones which are explicit, we realize after a long time that, they weren't that important.

A.T.Raghu Nandan said...

You know what, a flowing river never comes back to the same place and so is life's moments...we keep moving forward discovering things as we flow in the river of life...

:-)

kk said...

Amazing and finest obsevation. this indicate pooja deep thought process.In one word i say" Superverb" keep it uppppppppppppppppppppp

ani_aset said...

Is that hyderabad :(...the city very close to my heart...

ok ok very well written :D..does that pic belong to you...its very well shot

Nithya said...

I love the way you make me visualize the entire scene. You are very descriptive in your writings, which is the best part.
well about the content- i would say the most tough part is to figure out wat is implicit and wat is not. if we figure that out half the battle is won. :)

pooja said...

@ sha and kk thanks !
@ raghu ...yes indeed its ever flowing , wish we cud hold it still fr sometime
@ ani_aset ..yes thats hyd ..the pic is courtsey google :)
@ nithya..thanks , u never miss out reading my blog and then making a fine point always after that .thanks :)

unforgiven said...

..right, which is why I often say,

Live life, as an action, not a reaction.

DestinyFavChild said...

Imagery of the finest order! I do not know if you have done some course on literature but as a student of literature I must tell you that your writings as as visual as it can get...keep them coming!

pooja said...

thank u.. m relly flaterred :) cing u after a long long time!

yogesh said...

well blog after long time.bt nice one as usual ;)we always realize late thin line of difference b/w implict n explict ;)

ur descriptive writing makes the reader enjoy the same atmosphere for few seconds...

pooja said...

Thank u :)

radiohead said...

Amazing n very observant !!

One of the best ones that I have read so far..
:)

Raj said...

rectangular access/ID cards around their necks which reduce each one of them into a number, but does give them some sort of “identity” we all crave for.
irony.

after reading this post i think i finally undrestand a little about you too.
you like to just stop and kindoff smell the roses in a way.
like here, the description of all the people, noticing the various traits (mercedes, auto, the old lady not being in a hurry) everyone would not have otherwise.

delighful. :)

you do notice just so that you can write about it dont you? (hope not) :P

ps: the question is actually out of question. you notice everything. and then write about it. writing is a part of it right?

ok. i m not beautifully baffled. :P

Ankur said...

At the end of each line in this post, I wanted to hear a sound: CLICK! :)
Would have loved to capture each of them with my camera!

Rag said...

Awesomeness!!!!!!