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Posted on: May 16, '09

abs off tract ...= abstract ...

He was sittin there .. scratchin his head ..He wanted to write … u know become creative … I don’t mean cre8ive …. Lookin for something abstract .. he was deliberately abstract , an asshole and a donkey … he read that again …. It said u r a donkey , an asshole and deliberately abstract … not necessarily in that order … he pictured it… 4 limbs two which were tied,.. hopping along the roadside. . big ears.. one up one down …. A sad tail… an even sadder mouth …. Big liquid eyes conveying the dope effect… Grey … adorned with a sound bray … And then he tried to superimpose an asshole on that .. no matter how hard he tried … it didn’t work …. Voila he thought .. what could be more abstract than a donkey, and an abstract asshole, His mind began to work … it scarcely worked.. it always conserved energy …. But it worked this time .. or so he thought …. He was onto something he thought …. But then he thought all wrong .. thinking was unfamiliar territory …. ASSumptions were better …. They come easily and they don’t go .. they stick .. they color the thinking … all of that makes a nice abstract painting …. A painting that will fetch millions 100 years after the painter is dead … coz its only then that a factious story can be made around it ..Painting is a ting with a pain as prefix …. Ting .. says the dictionary is a word with its origins in 1602 .. it means … “high pitched sound like that made by a light stroke on a crystal goblet ….”(goblets and wines go hand in hand, or maybe hand to mouth) … and Pain says the dictionary is a word that means … oh well I guess .. I should let the pain Just Be .. on second thoughts .. Just Bee … what should I right about … excuse me write about .. ting or the pain he thought … pain sells better .. especially if it’s the emotional kind …. It really sells … garners so much empathy that it becomes unbearable in itself ..sorry an addiction.. it becomes a vicious cycle … it becomes sweet pain … sweet pain … sweet pain .. sells more than physical pain .. nobody .. he thought .. is interested in … meaning like really interested in….. again he thought … how many places is a bone broken .. everybody is interested in how many places is a heart broken …. Analyse this … what would you empathise with .. me .. not necessarily me …am aware of my number on the popularity scale … .. with my femur (thigh bone) broken in twenty pieces .. or me .. that’s not necessarily me .. with my heartbreak … u know … with my pain of heart break … the pain of being in a doomed relationship …living together apart ....... the pain of being in a relationship that was meant to be and at the same time, not meant to be … the pain of being of being in a relationship that exists survives thrives and dies at the same time … the pain of being alive one moment and being dead in the next …. And coming back to life again in the next … one word for that .. contorted .. maybe structured like a spiders web .. no getting out … no will to get out .... what would you like .. riding the crests and the troughs of a relationship .. or running your hand on a plastered leg … huh… hmmm he thought .. he thought at your peril … emotion sells … here is a story ….. it may sell … it was May … he was on leave .. he was riding … he was more than a hundred miles away from home ….. 800 miles actually .. are you interested in how many kilometers would that be .. or what happened next .. next ,… It was six in the morning … cool breeze as he rode the roads of the ravines of the Chambal …. 130kmph, his bikes odometer read or is that speedometer..…. He had been riding for two hours …. Thinking of a break at a picturesque place … he caught the glimpses of the river as he went up and down on the road … her road …he had a wild imagination he could turn a monkey trail into a 8 lane GT road that ended right at her door…. he was dressed to ride .. back pack, leather and boots … helmet and gloves … shades ... inhis pocket .. it was six in the morning remember... He had her in his head … he was invincible…. That evening eons ago was fresh in his mind ….. … they had a plan of going out …. It began to rain .. then it turned in to a downpour … the evening on the riverside view was appearing to be a wash out … it was going to be their last evening together … and it rained and rained and rained … he called her … she said ask for the rain to stop .. he said ….ya! just blew the cloud to smithereens .. she said .. when you ask for something with a true heart it happens … well.. it nearly happened .. the down pour turned into a drizzle …. She was laughing .. and happy … she said she had a special Top for the night .. the pink top .. he had been hearing about it since they had clicked in that clicky kinda of a way…. a way.. he knew he wasnt gonna click with anyone .. The top .. she wanted to him to see her in that Top … it was dark and drizzly .. she had a jacket on … they changed their riverside view rendezvous to a disc …… a hulk as big as the door stood in their way as they reached the disc .. it was interesting to see him literally melt away as she walked through that door …. She still had the jacket on … they had the music on … one tequila , two tequila three tequila .. floor …. She was naughty that night … she was smiling a lot … she was happy … and he requested a song for her …the DJ was a prick .. he played it an hour later … but he was nice.. he came to their table to tell them that the song was on … it helped .. he was lost in her smile…it went .. its in your eyes …. And they danced … she danced .. like she had never danced before … wicked and sensual … then she did away with the jacket … the pink top .. she had the grace, the poise, the elegance, the anatomy to make that pink top into somethingelse…. not your usual pinky ha ha ..he was thinking of that moment …… and smiling … six in the morning …. He was thinking of her on the road .. riding at breakneck speed … the music in his ipod blaring in his ears …. Its in your eyes …. The water in the river that accompanied her road was sparkling ….. he was back in the disc again … back to… sitting across her on the table …. Slowly moving to the music … talking in whispers …. Sipping on the alcohol …. And then dancing again ….. they danced and danced … and then finally sat together with their heads together .. not saying a word … just sat there … in complete harmony with their silence …. The music had turned electro by then …. He was holding her hand …. It was nearly two in the morning .. it was time to go … she was tipsy .. tipsy made her even more beautiful .. she had naughty smile fixed on her face … her cheeks in a perpetual blush thanks to alcohol .. her eyes twinkling sparkling …. She got up .. wobbled .. wobbling never seemed so elegant.. … it was time to go … and that pink top .. .. it was doin things to him … he put his jacket on her shoulders …he didnt want no one else to see.. her tipsy black eyes suddenly glowed even more … he put his arm around her waist .. they got to the lift .. she decided she wanted to go by the stairs … three stairs down .. she sat down … smiling … a lady passing by .. asked her .. u ok girl? .. she just nodded her pretty head and smiled even more .. the lady looked at him and said .. you look after her.. ok … he said sure … he sat beside her … … ten minutes later she decided it was time to go …. They rode back .. close to her house … it was still drizzling …… he cupped her face in his hands … she was smiling … her eyes glowing …. Just testing your resolve boy .. don’t get ideas… he wasn’t going to kiss her .. not yet … He took her hands and kissed them .. walked her to the door … they stood there lookin into each other’s eyes for a long long time …. … a pressure horn from a passing truck brought him back to the present …. he was on a bridge now …. Mighty river down below …. Sparkling blue …. Quiet and powerful … he stopped in the middle of the bridge …. He stood there lookin at the two banks … bridge ….. bridge …. He lit a smoke .. leaned on the railing … looked down at the river …. He watched the circles of his smoke disappear in the clear early morning sky … he had found her … the impact of that truth made him shiver ….it was more powerful than a touch of bare bodies…. he stood there alone in the middle of the bridge … .. he was going to make his own road ….. he is still making it … she is all but gone …… or is she …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. in the meanwhile … the abstract .. got back on the track …. The donkey was braying …. …….. …….. ……. …… …… ……..

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tamizhachi said:
luci, believe me was reading 5 times to comphrend this... i was telling you na.. all thiese brainy abstract thingie tooo much for pea nut size top floor... hehehe... luci boy, what a comparision about pain, physical pain or emotional???? i felt my pain threshold was better when my love of life left me, but this tooth pain oh my its unbearable doc sigh sigh... now i realize that i don't have pain threshold at all

May 21, '09

sazzyme said:
not to undermine the essence of ur writeup dear..but ehhh methinks 'ting' cud well serve as a last name - an oriental ehhh ahem..u get it na..asian..ehhh..u get it na..last name..

the core blog...i still have to come to terms with men pining over a gal..seriously!!! i mean..ur friend garry writes such stuff..and i was skeptical..and now u too? i am darn more skeptical..

men i thought..when gal gone,pitch for another..na? after all there are too many fish in the pond eh?
u mean to say u guys actually FEEL? like pain n stuff? i mean cmon..who we kidding.

but that aside, the language..i darn fall for..u have it in ya..

May 19, '09

SPIRITUALS said:
I FIND SOME COMMONALITY IN THE WRITING STYLE OF DOC GARRY AND YOU .THE JAGGED PROSE , ENABLES NOT TO LOOSE THE FLOW , THE GRIP ON THE THEME OR WORDS INTENDED TO BE PLACED AND PERMITS THE THOUGHT AND IMAGINATION TO RUN RIOT...
A SELF DEPRECATORY HUMILITY IN CALLING HIMESLF "ASS ...", IN TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING TO CREATE ,TO"WRITE"ABOUT.... THEN ROAMING ABOUT IN QUEST OF INSPIRATION AND TOPIC AND THEN THE STORY POURS OUT....

REMINISCING ABOUT THE EVENING ,WHICH SEEMS TO BE "EONS" AGO , SPENT IN THE COMPANY OF HIS LOVE THE DISCO ,THE DANCE , HER VIVACIOUS AND SEDUCTIVE ATTIRE ET AL.. CULMINATING STRANGELY ,UNBECOMING OF HIM ,LEAVING HER AT HER PLACE WALKING HER TO THE DOOR , WITH ONLY "A GENTLE KISS ON HER HAND" !!! THE REVERIE IS ABRUPTLY BROKEN AND HE SUCCEEDS IN HIS MISSION BY "PAIN-TING"; THIS WRITING !!!

May 18, '09

Natasha999 said:
I do not understand the abstract ,even more so when it is written in a lengthy draft without paragraphs.

May 18, '09

bablee66 said:
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances....
good philosophical musings...yet it seems that deep in the heart u'r Scared to confess what u'r feeling - frightened she'll slip away.

May 17, '09

chandresh6333 said:

May 17, '09

A-L-I-Lion-Hearted said:
VERY NICE BLOG

Thanx for sharing Garret Sir

May 17, '09

ladyinred17 said:
wonderful read luci boy.
see reflections of many familiar things here. some writings do inspire. isnt it.

believe in the "wishing with a true hrt and it shall happen" too. it keeps hope alive.

the donkey superimposed with an asshole?...hahaha:thumbsup:

the "trip" was fabulous. the ride, the girl, her road, the river, the meandering thoughts.....fantastic. loved the last few lines....the depth in the so called abstractness...

:thumbsuptc.

May 17, '09

ASYLUM said:
what a trip! to be aware of her being there somewhere, her memory was all that he needed.. could there be anything more beautiful? i'm really hoping this was NOT fiction(but who am i kidding), kinda restores faith in people in some way.

but the start was a bit.. readers might give up & miss the best part. feel like chucking the donkey out too.

May 17, '09

rollercoaster2001 said:
i love that luci boy....kya baat hai...

reminds me of howard roark! 'the fountain head' ( ayn rand)

u kept me gripped.... no flatter...i did read it all...!! great stuff dude!!
aisey hi likh yaar

May 16, '09

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