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A moment frozen in time..

  • Dec. 23rd, 2008 at 2:07 AM
Muse....
A moment frozen in time....  Oh so many years ago.  I remember it almost like it was yesterday.  The main difference though, was the fact that I was a lot closer to the ground when standing at my full height.  If I were standing next to me today, I'd be able to rest my head on my hip.  (A ghastly visualization that!)

A tree, with fish swimming between its branches, cloaked in lush green, such as can only be seen through fresh young eyes.  Nothing so brightly green has lain within reflecting range of the sun for the last decade or so.  Not naturally so anyway.  I remember the feel of dry red earth crumbling between the soles of my soft feet, and the soles of my slippers.  The promise of fresh rain, having coaxed the tender shoots of grass out through the cracks in the fields, a vision of life enchanted....

One could hear the feathery snap of wings as a peacock took to rhythmic flight in the nearby grove.  The sun reaching the highest point in the sky, before lethargically descending from its rise....  Shadows grew small and then long again.  It was like Déjà vu, only not the same.  Just a ripple of a flood on the verge of caressing the familiar past of the day before.  Each day had an inescapable commonality stretched through them all.  Peace....

As the sun moved toward the horizon, the sounds all around would change.  The lumbering lethargy of the sharp-shadowed noon would give way to crystalline sounds, sharp and clear.  Parakeets squawking as they foraged for berries, the bright red rings around their necks would forever be a reminder of the wrath that had beheaded them, and later come to repent.  The scar of an ancestor, passed down through eternity....

The breeze, a gentle caress against a glowing face.  Burning up from exertion, the muscles in the legs quivering from effort.  A gleeful smile with all of the face, and not just the lips.  Wispy clouds drift in idle serenity, their gentle motion snagging on the sun, a temporary blur....

The crickets would soon begin their chirping, as shadows darkened around the observer.  The Moon, glistening like a good spirit come to life, bearing scars from a fractured past unknown....  Dripping with a sheen of glazed brilliance, it would be followed in flushes, by the timid twinkling of gentle stars.  The temperature dropping the air into a cool caress against my skin.  Little lights flashing back at the stars from the roots of the taller trees, the fireflies would always amaze me.

An early dinner would add to the warmth, the comfort of love provided.  I would never want to go to bed, but once under the sheets, the rhythmic sounds of nature would beg sleep to drift in and take us.  To fall asleep with a smile on the face is a joy I have'nt known in oh, so long, I'd virtually forgotten what it felt like.  Waking up in the crisp, clean air....  Eyes groggy, but startlingly clear..  Oh, the utter beauty of it all.  I wish I'd loved it as much then, and I miss it now.

What have we done to our planet?  Find me another, and I'll show them how it's done.  Just keep your ghastly inventions to yourselves.
Right now, I belong to another.

Kaydeeyoh!

Comments

(no subject) - rechristened - Dec. 23rd, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)
I did'nt mean to turn it into a post as such.. It was just something I wrote in a moment of weakness. I hope it was a picture, as lovable to you, as it was to me. Those were the days.. The good old days. :)
(no subject) - rechristened - Dec. 24th, 2008 03:40 am (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 24th, 2008 04:30 am (UTC)
sepiaverse wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 05:52 pm (UTC)
*ghastly visualization*

if one was to imagine for the kid, instead of a ponytail, two pigtails, it wouldn't be so bad ;)

...or are you just worried about the competition your past would give pitched right next to your present? coz if its that, join the clan :)

angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
That would be horrific indeed! :-)

But my past was certainly better than my present in many ways.. I would'nt give up the present for anything in the world. I've learned so many things, met so many wonderful souls.. But I do wish the world of my past lasted still, into the present. :o)
(no subject) - sepiaverse - Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
inspirethoughts wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
Beautiful! May I ask which place have you described? I mean it is a real or fictional place?

I wish I lived in such one.
angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
It was(was) real.. I grew up on a 480 acre farm on the edge of Bangalore. Today, it's almost in the middle of the city.. It used to be the largest organic farm in Asia once upon a time. They later switched to fertilizers and then concrete.. :(

Having lived there, the rest of my life (since I left) has been a sorry one..
inspirethoughts wrote:
Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
Aah I C...reminded me of my grandfather's farm. It used to be so beautiful. It is not longer now so. It is barren and untaken care of. :(

Sad to hear the demise of the farm you lived in. I hope I wont do that to mine any time in future.
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - inspirethoughts - Dec. 23rd, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 24th, 2008 04:31 am (UTC)
(no subject) - inspirethoughts - Dec. 24th, 2008 04:32 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 24th, 2008 04:51 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - inspirethoughts - Dec. 24th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 24th, 2008 05:04 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - inspirethoughts - Dec. 24th, 2008 05:10 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Dec. 24th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - inspirethoughts - Dec. 24th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
subtle_blues wrote:
Dec. 24th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
I was born in the city and grew up for the most part without ever watering a plant. But until I reached my late teens, I used to spend my summer vacations at my grandparents' place. Idyllic and peaceful place. I used to work with my grandmother all morning beginning 6 am or so (the house was small, but the yard was big and needed some maintenance), napped in the afternoon and went around the village in the evening, playing. At night, we'd make our beds (lay the cot and mattress) out in open air before dinner, wait for the sheets to cool in the evening breeze while we showered and had dinner (sometimes under the moon light) and then lie on our backs on the cool beds. There were frequent power cuts which meant dinner by the dim light of the lantern and of course there would be those hovering guests that the flame would invite.

The clear skies, the sound of coconut trees swaying in the breeze, some odd bird making a sudden noise probably as it was about to slip off its nest and had caught itself just in time to prevent the fall, the bats flying over your head every once in a while but never touching you... and my grandfather snoring in the adjacent bed, those were the sights and sounds that lulled me to sleep.

We used to listen to Telugu shows on the local radio channel, some quite interesting and funny. I used to lay there every night on my back, palms crossed under my head trying to make out constellations and shapes in the stars. I even saw several shooting stars during those days. I slept on the same cot for years, even after I outgrew it. My legs would be dangling from the end but I slept sound.

I wish I'd loved it as much then, and I miss it now.

There is so much more... We (my grandmother and I) did so many things together over summer. Although my freedom was limited (me being a girl and all), I loved my stay in the village. As I grew older, I'd spend less and less time at their place (got sucked into entrance exams and all the jazz). I don't miss them now, though. The memories are incredibly strong in my mind. I miss the woman who made it all happen for me; My grandmother. I never went back there after she died.

Heh. That was a long comment. :) I like your post. But it leaves me with mixed reactions. I don't like what's happening to the planet either but at the same time I don't get what evolutionary gimmick created humans in the first place. Or why we are the way we are. I'm even skeptical of expressing my thoughts on this matter cause I'm more than sure I'll be misunderstood.

Edited at 2008-12-24 09:07 pm (UTC)
angiasaa wrote:
Jan. 2nd, 2009 09:09 am (UTC)
You know.. This should have been a Meme! :) With everyone who's tagged, requiring to tell us about their childhood lives and memories. :)

Your post shows how incredibly different both our childhoods have been, and yet, there's an underlying connection in the fact that we'll never forget those days. :)

Loved the little revelations, the thoughts. Thanks for sharing it. I'm sure it was'nt very easy to lay out over here, in black and white. But you did. :)

Misunderstood? Well, that's not a problem in my eyes. Where there's a chance of misunderstanding, there's always a chance for explanation, extrapolation and understanding. :)

As a dear friend of mine oft says.. You'll never know until you've tried it. :)
subtle_blues wrote:
Jan. 2nd, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
ah!
Your dear friend is very wise. You should listen to him/her sometimes. :)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:05 am (UTC)
sepiaverse wrote:
Jan. 3rd, 2009 09:16 am (UTC)
u reminiscing really warmed me up :) partly also coz i saw a lot of traces reaching back to my growing up..

many a moments, i have struggled to keep memories, sort worlds, make choices...and only now learning to let them be, live themselves out as they might..and i am beginning to see the choice in that...

oh, and i still sleep on that cot every other day...summers, coz its cooler; and winters, coz i mostly am too warmed up to leave to a new bed..but mostly, its an excuse...that cot is like a lap in itself, and i would rather not be anywhere else

thanks for sharing is actually all i wanted to say :)

subtle_blues wrote:
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:57 pm (UTC)
I spent a really long time living in memories, good or bad. Living in the past has the effect of crippling one's present. I realized that after a very long time. Even when I did realize it, I was resistant to change, to leave my comfort zone.

But then, I guess, there is that simple lesson everyone eventually learns; Time softens everything, evens out life.

I'm glad you could associate with the things in that post/comment. I complain all the time that my childhood was boring, so boring that I don't remember any most of it. I guess, it's not all true :-)

(no subject) - sepiaverse - Jan. 10th, 2009 08:08 am (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 11th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 12th, 2009 06:49 am (UTC)
(no subject) - sepiaverse - Jan. 12th, 2009 11:42 am (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 12th, 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 12th, 2009 02:49 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - sepiaverse - Jan. 14th, 2009 08:09 am (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 14th, 2009 02:23 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - sepiaverse - Jan. 16th, 2009 08:39 am (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 16th, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 12th, 2009 01:45 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 12th, 2009 02:51 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 13th, 2009 04:11 am (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 13th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 12th, 2009 06:52 am (UTC)
(no subject) - subtle_blues - Jan. 12th, 2009 01:45 pm (UTC)
(no subject) - angiasaa - Jan. 13th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
nikitamehta wrote:
Dec. 24th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
When I was growing up, visiting the national parks here in UAE used to be a norm every public holiday (eid and national day holidays)

These trips used to more of something to explore. The mountain climbing in Hatta, to the walking along deserted paths of Mushrif, these trips had many a beautiful memory attached to them.

Life now has become so mechanical hasnt it?

Id love to go back to raw nature...
angiasaa wrote:
Dec. 25th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
:) The ability to feel and experience nature, and to genuinely love it is so rare these days. I've been in beautiful places with people who could'nt care less for it. Who'd take out a camera to snap pictures of animals and such. All for what? To spread among their friends on Facebook or something.. Social focus. That's all life has left to them.

I hope to one day bring back the world that I'd lost. That we've lost.