Thursday, May 31, 2012

The cloak of a cloche!


Ashes strewn around,
embers falling off,
plastic flowers around,
losing their scent again.

Halo splits up,
trident goes underground,
water fists around,
livid gaze stares.

Coagulated in time,
keeping my blinders on,
thoughts get wet,
running in a loop.

Evading haphazardly,
only to fall down,
open fists, open invisibility,
a tornado spins around.

Uncontrollable fire,
burning from within,
chortling with pain,
falling with a din.

Worry, numbness, scattered spark,
racing ahead, racing to leave time,
darkness enters, bland walks,
all under the cloak of a cloche!

Monday, May 21, 2012

One last time-part 2

 Read 'One last time' - Part 1



This familiar city, this sweet tantalising fragrance, this cool breeze, these talking waters... Been 5 years now... and nothing had changed. Everything was just as she had left it... except...

      Seated on the bench watching the hustle and bustle of the water, listening to the soothing music of the breaking waves and sitting amidst a grey ambiance with strangers everywhere, she was loving the rainy environment. Reminiscing on the past, trying to let go things off her hands, she still had a smile on her face... smiling just to be back home.

     Having derived enough pleasure on her first day of being back, she got up, took a deep breath of gratitude and decided to leave. Little did she know what or rather who would welcome her back, she turned and bumped into someone... a familiar stranger.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said without looking at who it was.

"But I'm not," came a cocky reply.

"Excuse me," she said in alien amazement and looked up.

That familiar face, that familiar tone, that warm smile, that mysterious glint in his eyes, that kid always jumping somewhere inside of him... it is him... after all these years... it's him.

"Excused...not...not this time," he said mockingly and hugged her tightly.

"Whoa. Daniel? Uhm how are you?" she asked, her eyes fixed at him as if no one else existed around them.

"I have been good, you tell me. It's been quite some years... you haven't changed a bit. How's your uhm better half?" he asked with a visible hesitancy.

"Yeah well, change is not always visible," she replied with a lost grin, "and he's... he's doing... good, yeah, how is your girlfriend doing?" she indicated looking at the girl standing next to him talking on the phone.

He was so lost in gazing at her that he had almost forgotten who he was standing with.

"Oh hey, this is... this is my... girlfriend, Jenna.. who is obviously on a call right now," he added when Jenna gave him a stern look while on call.

Wow, hah so he finally has a girlfriend. Well great, so we weren't meant for each other after all... thought Emma. Meanwhile, Jenna got off the phone and greeted Emma in an I-don't-know-what-went-on-here kind of manner. Feeling awkward herself, Emma thought of leaving his sight as soon as possible to avoid any more interrogation by him about her past five years.

"So I guess I should be leaving now, it's getting late and the weather looks pretty angry," she said.

"Yeah I guess the weather understands the situation too," he said sarcastically while hinting on the emotion they had last left on before she got... married.

Jenna unable to comprehend what was going on, tried to handle the situation and interrupted in between by wishing Emma goodbuhbye.

"So where should I call you now? You know, just to catch up and all?" he kind of called out to Emma when she started to leave.

"Uhm I still haven't taken a number. So why don't you give me your number and I'll contact you. How 'bout that?" she said.

He agreed and took a card out from his jacket and handed to her. Their fingers touched, cold, soft, warm... A tingling sensation ran through both of their bodies. It felt magical, mysterious... something felt different and yet something ignited the feelings that were lost in their hearts.

"Your girlfriend :@?!" said Jenna while spanking Daniel on his head when Emma was gone.

"I'm your cousin r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r," she said in sheer amusement. But all Daniel could manage was a smile in front of Jenna; trying to get a hold of his racing heart.

Emma reached home but couldn't stop thinking about him... Daniel... he's... he's... grown... and he looks mature :S?! she couldn't help but smile. She looked at his card on the bed, but she didn't want to call him. She felt uncomfortable, an alien in his territory. It's not like the old days any more, times have changed, status of their relation has changed too, she thought.


 Read 'One last time' - Part 1

Friday, May 11, 2012

The Devotion of Suspect X - Blogadda Book review



The title sounds like a total mis-match. I mean one would think what the hell is ‘Suspect X’? And what’s ‘Devotion’ got to do with the story and the title. And you wouldn’t really be able to fathom the true meaning of the title until you are a little more than half way through the book. I think that’s the beauty of an interesting book.


‘The Devotion of Suspect X’ was actually written in 2005 in Japanese by Keigo Higashino, but it was translated and printed in English in 2011. The main characters are Yasuko Hanaoka – the female protagonist, Misato Hanaoka – Yasuko’s daughter, Shinji Togashi – Yasuko’s abusive ex-husband, Tetsuya Ishigami – Yasuko’s neighbour, a brilliant mathematician and ardently in love with Yasuko, Manabu Yukawa – a physicist (more like a Japanese version of Sherlock Holmes) and an ex-classmate and long-lost friend of Ishigami, Shunpei Kusanagi – a detective (a Japanese version where Watson-meets-Lestrade) and Yukawa’s friend; and of course Kudo – Yasuko’s love interest in the book. I know the names have a funny sound to them (but hey it’s Japanese!!! What do you expect?!) and they prove more like a tongue twister than anything else.


Anyways, so the story starts with Yasuko and Ishigami shown living their routine lives, doing their routine chores when suddenly one day Togashi finds out where Yasuko is. He comes back in her life and in an attempt of a desperate freedom from Togashi, Misato and Yasuko end up killing Togashi. Ishigami – their next door neighbour deduces all of this through noises and conjecture and offers to help the mother and daughter with the murder and the body. This might appear as any other murder-mystery novel but that’s when it gets better. Every crumble of clue left in the path leading to Togashi’s murder, sends Yukawa and Kusanagi into a spiraling confusion as to who did kill Togashi. Ishigami’s character is shown using his brilliance, his logical and analytical mathematician brain and his intelligence to not only hide the murder and keep the Hanaokas’ clear of Togashi’s murder, but also plants and plans the entire sequence of investigation in such a manner so as to let the detectives and the physicist think and believe only what Ishigami wanted them to think and believe. The anti-climax was very predictable but it was the climax that was the brûlée on the crème! The murder-mystery was solved – all thanks to Japanese Sherlock Holmes – Mr. Yukawa!


So on and all, it was a nice read. Interesting on the whole and very intense and gloomy. The devotion of suspect X was aptly brought out in the book. I’m glad it wasn’t a kiddish and yet-another investigative-mystery book with no strong plot and no gripping supportive clues and misleading paths. But every book has its cons. The story in between felt like a drag, a bore and felt as if it was being stretched again and again like noodle dough being twisted and turned incessantly to make noodles. I almost, as if talking to the book, said ‘Just come to the point, will you?’ I think since this book was meant to be so intelligently intense towards the end, a fleeting humour here and there would’ve helped to hold on to the book a bit better. And the cover of the book – please, if you are depicting your female protagonist to be beautiful, admirer-gatherer and timid – the least you could do is create a cover and get a model that fits the bill!

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Monday, May 7, 2012

A dour abyss...

 
You think you might know,
but you are proved wrong,
you think you might believe,
but your sanity is long gone.

You think you might yell,
but you stop your own self,
you think you might fall,
but you have nothing more to lose.

You think you might wallow,
but you are already rolling,
you think you might dissipate,
but you are already fragmented from within.

You think you might drown,
but you are already, in your tears,
you think you might burst,
but you have collisions every day.

You think you might swallow,
but your pain resides in you,
you think you might trip,
but you are waiting for it.

You think you might surrender,
but you still stand tall,
you think you might leave,
but you are held by something small.

You can think and think and think and think,
but you can't do a thing,
because you are stuck in a puddle of black,
where redeeming is only resulting in drowning.

And the threads will break one day,
the force will reclaim its hand,
the safety net will be reduced to tatters,
the leash will be sent back to hell.

And you will appear to have moved on,
when you think all of it has happened,
but the remnants will stay in the quick sand,
where the threads, the force, the safety net and the leash will still exist.

Living with something that will never happen,
is a hill, a grey cloud, a pain unbearable,
living without something that will never happen any more,
is a chasm, a mountain, a dormant thunderstorm, an agony.