So this guy ambled down his stairs quite early this morning. As expected, the sight of cursed old men ambling alongside in thigh-high obscene shorts attempting to achieve immortality in the ruse of good health greeted him. These old men generally look the army types. One could also come across cursed old women of the similar cut, only that these women look the homely baniya household types - ones who accidentally struck gold on the tele in the form of Oprah or Ellen DeGeneres while deep frying their aloo, deep frying their bhindi, deep frying their baingan, deep frying their dal, and maybe the rice too.The huge purple and the yellow flowers were something better to fixate on. But, alas, urban walks have the factor of too much too soon. All urban existence is based on that, to recollect: all pleasure elements are transitory and non-experiental. Too soon were the flower beds left behind; only a dull drape of green on the listless bungalows furnished the way.
A chance sighting of a lizard with a crimson neck (much like the crimson-flowered tree it was around) brought stirrings to this guy's heart, not because of the crimson neck, but that this was the same lizard that tried committing suicide under his motorbike yesterday evening. Alongside, he was disappointed to find that what he considered a striking camouflage was just a random color pattern - the silly lizard roamed around everywhere with a crimson neck which made it all the more identifiable.
Out the tiny crack between the chained unguarded yellow Sec 30 gates this guy went.
More old men. More young men. More middle-aged-wannabe-young emplyed-in-IT-industry-type men. All of them haphazardly jogging about, pushing themselves to their limits and trying to look cool at the same time. In their moments of losing their steam this guy could overtake them in his constant stride, humming the counts of the world with every clone step - un, deuooo, trois, quattre, vangt, sissss, sept, veet, neuf, dissss; eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn; एकं, द्वोऊ, त्रयः, चतुरः, पञ्च, शत, सप्त, अष्ट, नव, दश; ich, nee, san, shee...
The sun was barely evident, and it lazily climbed up into the sky from the east, throwing long shadows stretching towards the west; shadows much to relief of this guy who was out with no inclination to let his body to process Vitamin D in the sun's presence. In these comforts he allowed his mind to split away into braveheart fantasies of how good things would've been had he been there. (Would it be possible to imagine someone who would dream of how good things would've been had he not been there?) These, perhaps, were the infantile days of his narcissism. These were also the infantile days of his musings into these new surroundings. पुराने पुरुष की नयी दास्ताँ |
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