Small things left in the corner
Blog :Delirium- the madness saves me.
Date: 11/18/2011 10:06:00 AM
Sometimes I cant help but notice small things around me. While doing something else, going somewhere, our attention simply wanders there and the mind takes it in. Small insignificant things, such that you never know how they might come together and build a mosaic to make a picture unto themselves.
Things, like two college friends talking to one another, one telling the other about an exquisitely beautiful girl that travels in the morning train with her everyday and describing the girl’s beauty to the other. A group of 3-4 kids in the compound of a building discussing gadgets and mobile phones/I-phones and talking about how the ‘bhaiya’ or ‘didi’ uses Samsung galaxy to surf the internet and do work on it also. A middle-aged Muslim woman in the train admonishing her son-in-law and talking about how her daughter was suffering and how it is getting unbearable for her…there is not much you make of the conversation and tiny bits you hear, but like unrelenting little bits of food, simply remain lodged in some corner of your brain.
A woman berating the call centre executive of Vodafone over her huge phone bill…another telling her friend in a bus how to take bribes to get work done and the various techniques. A group of friends gathered about one friend who is crying at the station and consoling him and angrily cursing the guy who bullied him to such an extent. An emotionally-charged conversation of a Malayali lady with her mother on the phone talking about the treatment received at one of the relatives and their attitudes in furiously fast Malayali, but enough to understand the gist of the conversation. An assistant director meeting his ex-colleagues and telling them about the anger/professionalism and the workings in the latest film he has worked on. A man telling his friend on Juhu chowpatty about how ice-cream cones are made, the processes that go into it and how much a factory makes and its profits and technical nitty-gritties.
These are just some of the bits that I forced out of the comfortable crevices in my mind and they are beginning to take a shape….perhaps an idea..perhaps a story…