Just a Walk!

(Reposted from a write-up dated May 2, 2006)

I walked a lonely road, or was it a road that was walked by a lonely Me…..two sides of a coin i guess. But then I was looking onto only two sides, ignorant of the other. Not long away, the presence of another side was intimated to me by a total stanger with whom i had this apprehensive encounter of meeting once but comes repercussing to my mind for all times to come.

So as a lonely Me walked through the street also lonely as I, a distant energy hit on me. I wasn’t lonely afterall(neither was the street) and my eyes prodded to focus on a relatively (compared to me) small brute transfixed with his glazzies(eyes) on me. First shot, ran through my nerves clanging the alarm tone in my heart. Next 2 seconds, the apprehensiveness created a sort of paralysis and i stood like a statue. As the shock died down and a few milliseconds of involuntarily searching my built-in encyclopedia i came to know that the person staring so hard at me was a Dog!…..Of Course, what else could live by the roadside having four legs, with a long pointed head, sharp teeth and most distinctively a curved tail!. But then he seemed to look virtually gigantic. (I wonder how just a distinctive stare could kindle so many emotions!!)

So, is this guy gonna attack me?….He was staring at me so hard, it just paralysed me as if caught in a spider’s web. Racking my mind, time running out(i was so goddamn scared) i had to decide…Run! or Retaliate!. Run would have been the move, but then luckily my receptors being quite strong brought in loads of ‘Never run in front of a Dog!’ stuff. So i did not run, but Stood, rooted.

What was this guy upto?…I went searching for, When i had caused harm to such a fellow-ecological friend. I found None. The heavy adrenaline that ran through that column subsided..I was relieved. This wasn’t about Revenge. However the Coup was still on and i had to find the problem. Funny! that at times problems seem more important than solutions. But there was my head, suddenly more hot than the sun itself. What should i do now?… All my thoughts were running helter-skelter except one perceivable enough to understand, Escape!. But how?
Retaliate!…someone was telling from inside my ears. Bend down to pick a stone?….I didn’t. Not that i was a fan of the Mahatma, (I would have made HITLER sound kind instance) i didn’t know how this psycho would react to such an overwhelm of emotion. So i took the safer side…I stood still, rooted.

Desperation was at its forte…’React you monster!’ i shouted in the vaacum within me. I rationalised and decided to act, I wanted to take the upper-edge, I wanted to intimidate. So there came my first act of bravery. I closened my brows faking angry eyes and looked directly into the eyes of my adversary. Futile!!!. A grumpy sound that followed vibrated my eardrum and shook the nuts out of me. My faithful encyclopedia immediately decoded this to be the ‘bark’ with a detailed explanation of it symbolising Anger!. However there was my proud self still standing like Alexander, rooted.

‘Help Me’, I thought. ‘Damn’, I said….A couple of calm moments. ‘Face it’, I decided. Then came the history of my redemption, I took the first step….with my right leg. A pretty short one i guess, about half a foot in distance.

No reaction from my opponent!.

Then came the second step, my left seemed to co-ordinate. Good!

Still No reaction!. I refused to look.

Now the right came more easily. The left followed, then the right and left alternatively.

Within 10 seconds i reached the adjoining street, bustling with activity a long way from my resister. I saw him turn back, walk and take a place at the mound of sand that lay alongside the pavement. I walked my road – embarassed, shaken and relived.

‘What a damned escape!’, I thought. I was ashamed of having been beaten by a passive intimidator. “Sixth Sense!!”, I confounded myself, “No idea where that useless fellow of mine had gone. I was there competing with a dog with no use of my most valuble sense standing undecided what to do. The final way for my escape being a simple straight-forward Walk!. I smirked, irritated by my incompetence.

I took the stairs that led me to my destination. I pulled open the gates and entered the safe boundaries of my house. As i opened the door, my sister came running towards me.

“Did you see?”, she asked. I made a questioning look.

“The dog!..”, she said. “…down the road. Its gone berserk. Bit two men from the corporation who tried to capture it and even a kid who tried to run away from it.”

“Oh!.. “, I reflected “…I avoided it!”

“How?”, she asked with curious eyes.

I paused. A smile evaporated my lips.

“Didn’t care”, I guessed.

–  Tipu Vaithee Swaran

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Tipu V. Swaran

I think too much and thats my problem. Trying to think too much of what to write about myself, I tend to think too much and yet again of too many things of what I think I am... Oops, Sorry! I told you!! So let me put it this way - I am little bit of too many things... You call me, Emotional...yes I am! You call me, Rational...yes I am! You call me, Sociable....yes I am! You call me, Reticent.... yes I am! You call me, a Romantic... yes I am! You call me, a Cynic... yes I am! You call me, Brilliant...YES I am! You call me an Idiot...hmm, just dont say that out loud! After all, "Life's a box of Chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get" ***************************** ** "Gentlemen, tell you what. Don't just tear out that page. I want all gone - history. Leave nothing. Rip it out ! Rip ! Be gone, Mr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. !! Rip ! Shred ! Tear ! Rip it out ! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard !- We'll perforate it, put it on a roll ! It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this. Go on. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it. Rip ! Rip ! Rip ! Rip it out ! Rip ! Rip it ! Yeah ! Rip it out ! This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls. Armies of academics going forward measuring poetry. No ! We will not have that here. No more of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now, my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. I see that look in Mr. Pitts' eye... that 19th century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school. Right. Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking, 'Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions.' " "I have a little secret for you. Huddle up. Huddle up ! We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we stay alive for." To quote from Whitman: "O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life ? Answer: That you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be ? " ** - JOHN KEATING

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