Saturday 4 February 2012

Rewind?

TWO posts in a single night? I'm on a roll, yo! =D Okay I'm going to make this short and quick, lest my mother[who sleeps with one ear aimed at my door, just by the way] should hear the chuck-chucks emitting from my keyboard. So this lady whose blog I like to follow[you should check it out sometime, really] has started this exercise. Which I may not have the time to elaborate on at present, but which I assure you, is downright amazing. In a nutshell, I'll be using a picture she posted as a stimulus to write something. So here it is.


Do you remember the time when all you did in life was to sit and fill blank sheets of white paper with whatever came to your mind? The blurry dream you had the other night, your house, your favorite swing in the park, your mother when she was all dressed to go out, your father when he picked up his car keys and left the apartment in the morning, and every single event that garnished the short span of time that you'd been alive? All you needed was a box full of paints and blank sheets of paper that waited for you to accept them as your closest confidante. And at times, you'd make a swift movement, reaching out for your mother perhaps, and unintentionally toss the little glass bottle of paint onto the sheet, smudging your master piece, and at times ruining a brand new sparking piece of paper. You'd be upset for a while, cry over it a bit,then come to terms with reality and start afresh. I, I was never that kid. I was the kid who looked at the wreckage for a while, and eventually found a way to paint my masterpiece either on it, or around it. Where are those days? Oh what I won't give to be able to cover those poured paint like mishaps of my life with a fresh coat of bright color, to be able to bury them under my masterpiece. What won't I give to be able to conceal the scars under layers of  sunshine yellow and sky  blue, and pretend as if they never existed, while people stand appreciating the ingenuity off my strokes. If you don't mind, can I please rewind?

Kanika at Sensitive Chaos has taken the initiative to inspire writers to write some more. Join us, ya fellas! It's fun, believe me =D

15 comments:

  1. I love how you have interpreted it ! :)

    Pretty exciting how the same picture can mean different things to different people.

    Much love <3

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  2. Thank you Vidhi! :) I know, right? While somebody thought it was symbolic of hope and magic, somebody else related it to their loves ones! It's great how Kanika's exercise is making so many people interpret a particular situation in every way possible :)

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  3. Absolutely loved reading this. Nostalgia, this. :)

    Where are those days? Sigh. Gone with the wind, or left somewhere in the Utopia where 12th grade was a myth :(

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  4. I feel like this. I do.
    Awesome you're doing the fantabulous february thing! I wish I had time to do it too D:
    Maybe a few posts soon :) Check my bloggie out tooo!

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  5. @Nil. 12TH GRADE! THAT'S what's ripped off all source of joy from my life, and I'm sure from yours too. Sitting idle for more that a few minutes seems like the biggest sin now. Thank you, Nilanjana :)
    @Koo. I am guessing you're in 12th grade too(Naw I'm kidding, I stalked your blog). Yes, you really should! =D

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  6. This is my first visit to your blog ..Nice post i have a different perception mate .. You coolers look awesome !!

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    1. Keep visiting then, mate! :) Thank you so much :)

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  7. Rewinding back and again.
    Stuck in the sands forever.

    If I told you what I see in the painting, you'd think I'm psychotic. Most people (including my girlfriend), think so anyway. But I would not have imagined what you chose to think.
    I would myself never go back in time and listen to the screaming in my head playing back and forth, all imagined. Doodling geometric shapes of little space-bound lethal machines is something I still do. I guess the childhood never leaves you when you decide that the wreckage was in fact, the masterpiece itself.
    Awesome stuff. :)

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    1. No no I NEED to know now! You must tell me! =D
      And again, thank you :)

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  8. hehehe ok :D
    The dripping paint thing in pinkish red made me think of blood. The painting made me think of a guy on a killing spree where every move was calculated and precise. He would then cut up the bodies in perfect shapes and sizes and play with the blood. :-/
    I know it's weird. But relax, I'm not actually like that. It's just my head. :P

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    1. No I think it's really cool :O
      PS. Been watching a lot of "Criminal Minds" lately, have we now? =P

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    2. hehe no, but I might as well start now. I was planning to watch 'Dexter'. I'll add 'Criminal Minds' to the list.
      As for the murders, they just come quite naturally to me. :P

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    3. Trust me when I say Criminal Minds is like the shizz B)
      Infact, I am watching an episode right now! :)

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    4. I will download episodes asap, then. Just wiki-ed it and it sounds pretty bad-ass, though I'm more inclined to watching Dexter (about a serial killer). I'll watch both! :O

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    5. Yeah yeah I watch Dexter too, but then Criminal Minds <3

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