Monday, March 10, 2008

Not Entitled to Title.















My days are becoming something like the magpie's fondness for collecting shiny things. Being pulled back from bewildering dreams early in the morning, you finally realize that you don't want to lose yourself to sleep for reality feels better. Shards of sunlight throw patterns on the wall, on my skin, still softly dissolving music and a few moments of stillness before the pace of life quickens again.


Its been quite a while since my last post, hasn't it...and I am growing to be regularly irregular. But between the headlines and cups of coffee, between the hurried scribbles about whats keeping the world on it's toes and psyching myself for the upcoming 20th May exams, I have tried to catch my frisking thoughts but...words don't do my bidding anymore. And dear reader, try as I may, I could never give my mute expressions a voice.

And yesterday, someone turned the hourglass upside down. Going to the book fair, sifting through books I grew up reading, leafing through titles I have been wanting to read, and holding works I never knew I never knew, it felt honestly good. I felt like the six year old again who was bewitched by her first volume of Russian folktales...
Came back home with Tom Holt's Falling Sideways and a coloring book for my baby brother. Its mostly filled with pictures of grisly prehistoric monsters so I think he will be very glad when he gets it. [ by the way, Macademia what are Beyblades? I feel like a square peg in a round hole with kids these days...]


But what I wanted to talk about was going back to my flute. After nearly twelve years, I fell back in love. I thought when I played half remembered half forgotten tunes of long lost years, that it couldn't get better. But with N. Autist around to help me pick up chords[ yes, chords] on the flute and his D harp for company I am glad to say I was wrong.


Its growing dark here already...and the fireflies flash across, a piece of the night bounded by window panes. And the moon arched just like a soft smile on the face of heaven...life is good.

17 comments:

Noisy Autist said...

:) life's good, eh?
but honestly, when did i help you with your flute? i don't know the 'f' of flute :P ... all i did was to give you my dusted and neglected D harmonica.

Saptashaw C said...

Baah, nicely expressed feelings, leaving so much unsaid :D.
Hatsoff to the fellow who taught you to play chords ont he flute :P.

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

Life's got you talkin again.

Nice post.

Antigone said...

@ N. Autist- what! u didnt?

then who told me that i could use a perfectly tuned harmonica to figure out a roughly equivalent note on the flute? hmm, this is serious..someone is impersonating as you...and doing a bloody good job. :P


@ Saptashaw- thanks and it was real nice meeting up with all of u that day :)

maybe we both should keep our hats on for now the fellow says he hardly helped me :p


@ WIAN- but,when did i ever quit talking? i know if i do there will be some peace& quiet but i am hardly that considerate so...8)

Amazing Greys said...

its kinda reassuring that at least someone's reality is good enough to not want to sleep. i would give anything to sleep all day & all night :)
& see, it doesn't take much to write your blog more frequently, it doesnt always have to be angsty poetry (though that is nice too)

Macadamia The Nut said...

Know what? These days even I'm been fighting sleep. :D I sit up and read for hours, hoping against hope that since I don't sleep, morning will never come. talk about twisted logic :D

P.S. Beyblades are some kind of tops. :| beyond that I'm clueless.
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Saptashaw C said...

@ Antigone, it was nice meeting you too. And my Better 3/4ths say "Hi" to you :P !!

quietlittleshything said...

after crying and complaining and throwing many tantrums, i didn't, finally, go to the token bookfair this year. somehow, it had lost its inescapable pull.

Antigone said...

@ AG- my cerebral jam doesnt let me come up with angst-y poetry even. :<

@ MaC- but, I love the sound of your logic..trust you to come up with something completely out of the blue...:)

@ saptashaw - :)

I would have asked you to tell them 'hi' from my side too but i am keeping that for the next time we meet.

@quietlittleshything-

Since I was more keen on the company, I wasn't complaining much this year. But I came by nothing that you can't get in the usual book haunts around the city.

Macadamia The Nut said...

And you disappeared....

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little boxes said...

chanced upon your blog...
its a nice space and i loved this post.
about going back to things you love,its always a great feeling.
beautiful expressions :)

Guitar George said...

i have always had a special liking for flute players....hope to catch u playing sometime....

Madhuri said...

Life sounded gorgeous, especially with the "shards of sunlight" bit... Beautiful piece, more power to your pen, Antigone!

Altamont said...

Nicely written article and the photo is very classy too :)

Antigone said...

@ MaC- to reappear again...as they say, back like a bad penny...

@ Wireless- :) why, thanks...

@ Little boxes- yeah, spot on..nothing feels better and thanks for dropping by...

@ guitar george - i reckon you are a musician too...eager to hear you some day too :)

@ Madhuri- lady, you pick me up with your words. inspiration is running dry here...so feels good that someone has faith in your pen.

@ altamont- classy,eh? have i told you lately that i simply love you?:p

Crimson Feet said...

so one may expect higher frequencies of the mercurial thoughts post 20th may?

that pic IS classy!