I was walking down the narrow lanes; again wearing an outfit that resembles the whitest lies civilization taught us. To wear a mask, and to pretend. And the Austin Reed suit was really good in its job. I sat inside Barista and started sipping by double shot espresso Italiano. I opened my Notebook and started to punch numbers and make a power point about an industry in which I am supposed to be an expert.
Outside I saw a boy. Just across the street, sipping tea in a roadside tea-stall. I just started walking towards him. The bartender shouted…Avi…Mr. Avimanyu. Nothing was making sense. How could that be? I crossed the road. The boy was looking at me. He was about eighteen years, chubby cheeks. Smiled at me as though I made a Faux Pas. I asked him, “ who are you”. He answered promptly “ I am Avimanyu” . I told him I am Avimanyu too. He said “ I am you”. “Can I see that?”, I asked him pointing out the sketchbook that he was holding. “Sure”. So I opened and saw the sketches.
I did not say bye. I went to Barista and paid and took a taxi home. Went to my Chest. Opened the drawer, that was not opened in many years. I even forgot for how many years. Took out a dusty sketchbook. Cleaned it. The same sketches…
Have I walked to far from which there is no return? I see no footprints.
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WOW! u r gtn profounder wid each blog! this 1 brought tears 2 my eyes.... BEAUTIFUL story Avi. really, really NICE.
Brilliant
every man wears a mask.. some agree to it some pretend to not having it..
in wearing mask for every occasions one tensds to forget who he actually was.. but the fact is he is all of them.. actually there is a facade for every facet in a man....and thats what makes a man
a quote from T.S.Eliot sums up ur blog:
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,
I know the voices dying with a dying fall,
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?...
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;.."
any comments?
This was just Mind Blowing!!!!! It somehow resembles to every human being on this planet. Keep it up!!!!
Ranjan
awesome insight Dodo da. We are all actually walking too far towards where we "have to be" from where we would have "liked to be"
nope....does not fit in.
you still can not ask yourself the question "Have I walked too far from which there is no return?"
not until you open the sketchbook and try sketching. if you see the lines and shades just dont come anymore, then there is no return. else you just found the way back!
there are no footprints - they are just pointers in the mind. just take a pencil in your right hand and touch a piece of paper and your mind will guide it.
but my question is thus - its not about whether you can not return; it is rather what if you can? will you? can we? should we??
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