Sunday, February 1, 2009

Wind

There was no wind .

It was a chilly day. Not a bristle moved on any of the trees that lined the road. Trees which became conspicuous only on ardent observation. It was not like there was no activity on the road. In fact, there was an abundance of it. In the morning, it was a whore to the countless people using it for their morning walks , their morning squats and their morning solitudes. Only the shabbily laid footpath knows the number of love birds it played host to , the number of make ups and break ups it facilitated. Hawkers slowly creep along its length as the Sun grows stronger. It becomes busy , or so it would want us to think, as the asphalt becomes hotter and shade becomes meagre. But the actual business , like on most roads like these , starts only when the brighness wanes. Hawkers one by one give way to hookers. Ordinary shops become opium dens. The trade that goes on can be done only by the night. The world sleeps at this time, or chooses to look away, conveniently blaming the darkness for this so called filth. The road does not understand the reason, nor does it ask for one.

Amidst all this activity, no one notices the trees. Their only shot at perceptible recognition is when the wind blows and a leaf quivers , and nature willing, falls on the road.

But still,
There was no fking wind that day.

15 comments:

sandeep said...

though u delibrately used some words which do not add much to the work, i say u did a fantastic job

avinash said...

nice one ... liked it

Swathi said...

well........:)
try using some subtle comparisons da...anyways i kinda liked it

Raj the Chu boy! said...

Stud da! Why all this senti all of a sudden! I dont really get the symbolism :D !

Anupam Chakilam said...

@pachi, pd: Thanks mama

@Swathi: And here i was, thinking the comparisons were overly subtle :D . Thanks but...

@chu: Gen da.. we have this course called world literature, where one guy called Kafka writes like this only, albeit in looong sentences. was inspired by his style.

Mudrakarta Pramod Kaushik said...

No matter how much you score,
it don't matter no more.

Check out Frank Miller, he's in your club.

Kutraj said...

Gennest!

siva said...

what was the road referring to...
a person's everyday life?

whatever i liked the way it was brought about

Tarun said...

drugged when u wrote it without doubt, but why was the title wind?

Anupam Chakilam said...

@pramod: Checked. I am the influenced product of all those great men :). And amen to that it dont matter no more part.

@kutraj the cow: _____ and T

@Siva: yeah man. life only :)

@Tarun: No dude, was not doped. Was in the sanest of senses. Sudden enthu came when there was no wind on Tarams road. Hence wind.

Kutraj said...
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Vivek Bharadwaj said...

Endi mava idi...maa lantollaki emardhamavutundi :P

Anupam Chakilam said...

haha, ante maaku peddaga ardham kaale tirigi chadivithe.. edo, manasuku tochindi baitiki vachindhi type kotta , anthe :)

NeEt said...

mm...its been long since i last peeped into ur blog but this piece was too good :-D and m sure m going to hang out here for a li'l longer;-) :-P...keep goin buddy,great work :-)

sarin said...

nice pam.... but i bet you must have bought some stuff from the dark road before you wrote this eh...