INTO THE NIGHT, WITH THE ICE-CREAM

I have just found out that whenever I begin writing, it usually begins with the word ‘It’, I do not assume to have a soft corner for the word but reading through all the unwanted things I have written till now usually begin with it, for example ‘it was unlike every other unlike day’ or ‘it is not everyday you wake up and say in a loud voice ‘Welcome to the Borneo International Airport’

Such was the case when I ditched the word for good and have made a positive start towards myself thereby stating the English equivalent I.

Being positive really matters take for instance the numerous film publicity function that I force my family to watch in the middle of an ongoing feud, comes up the director “This is a different movie with an X-feel to it also encompassing the Y elements along with the unusual fights at the local harbor, three songs shot in the highest of the mountains found in South America, in fact our crew is the first in the world to have shot in locations like Nauru, Seirra Leone and other forgettable locations in Africa and the south east which are not even found on the Unbelievable guide to Unbelievable world , nevertheless we have also incorporated the mother-sentiment along with all this” this is what I would call positive attitude or should I say height of it, suddenly from somewhere the microphone would find it’s way to the heroine who would look pale as was the case with most heroine who thought it is quite fashionable to look pale and say “I play a bubbly character in this movie and this whole set was like my family we had a ball…” can someone explain to me what in the world bubbly is? It’s been the most used word according to the Debutante’s Guide to the ever evolving World of Bullshit Cinema.

Totally giving up on what would other normal human beings call ‘world friendship day’ , I sat down to watch what would be one of the most memorable moments of the life I have yet lived. Annie Hall, undoubtedly the most thought invoking seriously funny movie by the New York loving genius Woody Allen, if someone asks me (which I am sure no sane person who stands in the really red hot sun before a poster shadowed theatre to buy first day tickets for ‘Kuselan’ would do) on what movie should I watch to get a taste of what life really is. But then leave it, everybody have the right to have their own opinion and I am not here to force myself onto any person

Moving on after a good one hour of the movie and for the fact that I had been let alone for the day and that goddess Earth couldn’t provide me with natural food, I churned up a plan to all up everyone I knew for dinner, as all man-made plans this one too failed.

As usual I was left to myself singing 80’s hits to myself in a loud voice so that I could convince myself that I could to a mutilated Xerox copy version of SPB’s ‘Idhu oru pon maalai pozhudu’

I walked, to the nearest of a popular multi chain restaurant and was involved in one of the boring activities called eating, it’s really a sin to eat alone, a sleazy news article on how a particular actress had caught herself in the web of revealing videos caught both my eyes and my hands followed in quick succession what was next to follow were a few fun filled minutes at the local new agency, I was still alone and nothing to do and the whole of night before me, and then God said “Have an ice-cream”, I obeyed to the voice without further question on what flavor it should be, the vendor already knew chocolate.

Satisfaction, the ice cream kept me company on the return journey, it has been the most interesting thing that has kept me company, all through the walk it said nothing when I asked about how you feel when you melt, poor thing.

But then we all melt, at some point of time, I am just trying to be ‘the dejected poet’ in suggesting such things but then ‘the dejected poet who writes about the hope to come’ image doesn’t suit me one bit. ‘The failed comic having a second helping’ would describe me perfect.

There is still to come, I am waiting with the ice-cream into the night.

Satyeki