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Posted on: Oct 12, '08


 Dancing to the Beat of Life....




I want to tell you a story again today. Like all my stories, this one too is a leaf from the pages of life... mine... yours... it hardly matters, does it?



There are two characters in the story. A man.. um... lets call him Deb and the woman... lets call her... Jenny. Though I've brought in Jenny... this isn't really her story. This is Deb's story.



Deb is an army doctor. Over worked and under appreciated. With a personal life about which the less said the better. He has a son on which he dotes. The solace of his life... the cornerstone of his existence.



But there is more to Deb than that. Army Doctor is an inadequate handle to give to anyone. It leaves out a whole load of vital things. What things...? Oh stuff... you know... personal stuff... what he is... what his STYLE is... What his THEME of soul is... That kind of stuff. Army Doctor. Yeah right...!



How does one define a love of life which takes one by storm just to witness? How does one describe an intellect which is sharper than one of Deb's scalpels..? How do I tell you of his utter total absorption- his complete OBLIVION- to the task in hand...? How do I explain to you the ease with which he could switch from one task to another and back to the first at lightening pace and no loss of momentum or concentration? How do I tell you that the feeling he gave one was that of being with a laser beam... powerful... accurate... focused..?



Can I tell you that even when drunk he would never show it at all? If there is an operation to be performed and I had a choice of doctors... one being a drunk Deb and the other a cold sober AVERAGE surgeon... I'd vote for Deb any day.



Enough about Deb. I see poor Jenny languishing in the corner.



Jenny... hmm... Now this is a bit more difficult. You know how it is, don't you? Average people are almost impossible to describe. Specially when one has had a laser beam directed into one's eyes... it takes time to see a 40 watt bulb. But I am being unfair. The contrast isn't all that bad. She is no laser beam our Jenny... but not a washout either. A 1000 watt bulb at least... hmm... good... 1000 watt is good...



The difference between the two was only of degrees of brilliance. In all the rest... they were well matched. At the most you'd say that Jenny gave one the feeling of living in the partial slow motion world of under-water. Her reactions a mite slower... her intellect a mite duller... her focus a mite diffused. But for all that... the THEME was the same.



They met ultimately. Actually... God maddens me...(Yeah I am digressing... if I can't rant in my own story... where will I rant...?) I have questions to ask him... pointed questions. I strongly suspect he will take a couple of years of sabbatical when I die. In the hope- mistaken of course- that I will have forgotten by the time he gets back... or will have been mollified. You think he is right...??? I agree with you. He SO doesn't know me yet.



They met about 20 years too late. Now don't say this was God's plan or I'll burst a few blood vessels. But they met. Yes. Naturally they clicked. They had to, didn't they..? What do they say in math...? Sub-set... superset... something like that. Ok.. so I never liked math though I am a physics postgraduate. Kill me.



When they met it was as if the whole world... at least the cocoon they were in... couldn't keep still for a moment. It pulsated with life. They talked as if they'd been walking on the burning sand for years and had now found the oasis they hunted for all their life. The beat of life... the intoxicating insistent crescendo... beat in their blood. Compelling them to dance.



I see you sliding back in you seat... relaxed... waiting for the happily ever after. I am sorry to disappoint you. There isn't one.



Why? That isn't an original question. This is one of those I want to ask God.



Because she hasn't much time left. What do they call it..? Malignant growth...? What a stupid expression. How can a stupid expression have the power to wipe out a life... that too this kind of an ALIVE life...? If you've heard anything more gross please do let me know. For me, this is the grossest it gets.



Three years. And he has to sit by twiddling his thumbs... and him a doctor. Cheerful thought haan...? Yeah.. don't you see me in gales of laughter..? Yes I am angry. I hate this. There are so many INSIPID people who could have been... Oh damn...!!!



Three years and a lifetime to live. I think sometimes that we are allotted our share of life... like candle wax you know. You burn it a bit at a time and make it last a lifetime.... For all your hoarding... you have most of it left when you are dying.... Or you burn it prodigiously and create an astounding flash... but you use it all up. Mostly, the second is better. No? Oscar Wilde says... Most of us go to our graves with our music still in us. Maddening thought... isn't it? I'd rather be played out and used up than leave half of my life un-lived... because I was too busy hoarding. Bah...!!!



Yes... this is how I console myself. You try it.. maybe it'll work for you too. It isn't working for me really. But I am trying.... real hard. And if you ever remind me that I am crying now... I'll kill you. I will... give me an excuse...!















Tags: love, life, dance




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painterofbeauty said:
again, a bit late in the day, but hell...
u rite wth a lot of feeling...as u shd...

lifes like dat, & all v can do is grin and bear it even if its a sock to the jaw...or worse...

November 02, '08


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Garret2000 said:
if this is funny, then God plz give the man some cardiac cells.. he needs it the most.. and a lil brain too...Dagny , u wrote it very very well..

October 26, '08


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Titan71CAP said:


October 25, '08


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binduhu said:
how cud i miss this blog of urs ya?
nice one
but then i was in delhi..so may be..

kudos to ur writing style
am all for u



October 24, '08


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manisha_bhattacharya said:
Dagny, I didn't comment till now cos I felt I had nothing really relevant or meaningful to say... what to do, how to deal with life is up to Deb and Jenny in this case. And if one can't change a situation, what use cursing God or fate? Frustration is inevitable I suppose, but if we can step back and take an objective look at situations, we might find better ways of dealing with them...

October 18, '08


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dagnysharma said:
Bindas... how much can you open..? Shall I tell you my personal choice...? I open up freely... on issues close to my heart... not necessarily on my identity. That prudence I do maintain. But there is so much I have learnt of life.. for I found that when I open up... others open up too. So it turns out that I am living not one life... but many.

Sazz... I read your scrap.... and I broke down too... It seems besides the point to console you... the expressions would sound hackneyed and cold even to me. Pain of this kind cannot be eased with words alone.

Sending you a huge hug sweetheart... hope you feel it....

Cheers,

Dagny

October 14, '08


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sazzyme said:
ds..right attitude..however hard it maybe, purposefully upbeat is the way to go...faking is not the real thing! but it could sometimes be the best attitude under the circumstances.

when the malignant growth stuck, we managed, one day at a time. one chemo at a time, one radiation at time,one surgery at a time. FAKE we fake for him, i dunno if he faked for us or if he was genuinely ok with it all at the tender age of 16. but no drama,no melodrama.death? of course! when the painkillers merely turned out to be killers not of the pain but of everyting else. looking back, attitude helps a lot!

gudluck,perhaps ...just perhaps..all is not lost



October 14, '08


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BindasCorner said:
I Wanted to post but, this was your post all the way.....
I cannot and shouldnot post...it was too personal. I and my wife we read it together and we decided to walk away with no comments. this actually gave us food for thought on 'How much can you open up in the virtual world'?
thanks for sharing..............

October 14, '08


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dagnysharma said:
Lata... yeah.. better late than never... but it is small consolation...

Soni... sometimes doesnt the memory of good times hurt worse than anything else?

Harsh... You caught it well pal... and with room to spare... the last 2 lines of your comment show that...

Solar... and I know why you felt you needed to elaborate on the comment. Thanks for the compliment.

Cheers all,

Dagny

October 13, '08


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solarflare said:
laughter is for sharing -- pain is not! no need to tell the one I love how much I love and no need to tell others 'coz its not them I love! it's not a publicity campaign. And a personal loss is personal! It's ones own and their own alone! Why burden others by that? And others will understand only by analogy and some parallel but not the true depth of it and eventually forget about it - it's only the one who has lost that will carry it. sometimes the words "till death do us part" may not mean just the other person but the memories of that person - the memories shall be lost only by death -- hence funny.

October 13, '08

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