A divine orgasm
There have been a spate of events which have generally kept me buoyant and finally led to the state of mind that i find myself in, on this friday evening.
(a) The evening that brought the chills out & kicked the heat out of the city. Last Saturday, to be more specific. The day started off (lazily, since it was a Saturday) with a typically Dilbertesque meeting with my boss and super-boss in which we spent a lot of time going over what we all knew and finally deciding that we will meet yet again after a period to review and take things forward (i.e.,typically call for yet another meeting to review, bitch about the other departments, prepare yet another fancy presentation, take some poor chap's case and talk global gyan). The good thing was, right in the middle of the meeting, my mind wandered and i could picture myself as yet another caricature in the world of Dilbert. The thought was so funny that i could not help but laugh. Thankfully, my boss had just then cracked a joke and hence my laughter fell in sync with the general reaction of the team.
Good food, post meeting. Good food always lifts my spirits and i found myself looking forward to the Sunday.
(b)In this frame of mind, i found myself walking towards my bike, when the gods decided to pitch in with their bit. The erstwhile hot climate suddenly changed. Cool winds from the Arabic Ocean started sweeping through the city. Simultaneously, the sun was setting. The visual metamorphosis in the horizon was striking. The sky turned bright orange with the sun moving towards his evening dwelling. The cool breeze from the ocean was soothing. And then i knew why poets get inspired by nature. It was a delight to the senses. My eyes were feasting on the changing colors of the sky. The skin was embraced by the breeze. The birds were returning to their nests and the attendant chirping was music to the ears. The aroma of the oxygen exuded by the trees was exhilirating...
The whole scenario reminded me of a song from a Tamil movie, "Nizhalgal". I generally avoid translations, as the original beauty is often lost in transit. But i shall venture to do so, in this case. The lyricist draws a comparison. He says that the sky is a beautiful maiden during the day, but she reserves the best of her beauty for the night.. and he says that dusk, being the intervening period between day and night, is when the maiden changes her attire and wears her best clothes. True..Very true..It was truly a voyeuristic experience to watch the heavenly maiden change her clothes!..A divine orgasm, if i may risk claiming.
(c)"Sophie's choice": The book that i'm reading now..Set in England during the 2nd world war..I'm barely 25 pages into it and i know it is going to make my weekend worth remembering..I can barely wait to get my hands back on it.. Ah! the sheer joy of knowing that a virginal book is waiting to be explored..Ready to be interpreted in a thousand different ways..Waiting to paint a million pictures in the mind's eye..A fantastic weekend waiting to be savoured.
To paraphrase Richard Bach, "Life is not to be measured in terms of the number of years one exists, but in terms of moments lived"..Yessireeee.
(a) The evening that brought the chills out & kicked the heat out of the city. Last Saturday, to be more specific. The day started off (lazily, since it was a Saturday) with a typically Dilbertesque meeting with my boss and super-boss in which we spent a lot of time going over what we all knew and finally deciding that we will meet yet again after a period to review and take things forward (i.e.,typically call for yet another meeting to review, bitch about the other departments, prepare yet another fancy presentation, take some poor chap's case and talk global gyan). The good thing was, right in the middle of the meeting, my mind wandered and i could picture myself as yet another caricature in the world of Dilbert. The thought was so funny that i could not help but laugh. Thankfully, my boss had just then cracked a joke and hence my laughter fell in sync with the general reaction of the team.
Good food, post meeting. Good food always lifts my spirits and i found myself looking forward to the Sunday.
(b)In this frame of mind, i found myself walking towards my bike, when the gods decided to pitch in with their bit. The erstwhile hot climate suddenly changed. Cool winds from the Arabic Ocean started sweeping through the city. Simultaneously, the sun was setting. The visual metamorphosis in the horizon was striking. The sky turned bright orange with the sun moving towards his evening dwelling. The cool breeze from the ocean was soothing. And then i knew why poets get inspired by nature. It was a delight to the senses. My eyes were feasting on the changing colors of the sky. The skin was embraced by the breeze. The birds were returning to their nests and the attendant chirping was music to the ears. The aroma of the oxygen exuded by the trees was exhilirating...
The whole scenario reminded me of a song from a Tamil movie, "Nizhalgal". I generally avoid translations, as the original beauty is often lost in transit. But i shall venture to do so, in this case. The lyricist draws a comparison. He says that the sky is a beautiful maiden during the day, but she reserves the best of her beauty for the night.. and he says that dusk, being the intervening period between day and night, is when the maiden changes her attire and wears her best clothes. True..Very true..It was truly a voyeuristic experience to watch the heavenly maiden change her clothes!..A divine orgasm, if i may risk claiming.
(c)"Sophie's choice": The book that i'm reading now..Set in England during the 2nd world war..I'm barely 25 pages into it and i know it is going to make my weekend worth remembering..I can barely wait to get my hands back on it.. Ah! the sheer joy of knowing that a virginal book is waiting to be explored..Ready to be interpreted in a thousand different ways..Waiting to paint a million pictures in the mind's eye..A fantastic weekend waiting to be savoured.
To paraphrase Richard Bach, "Life is not to be measured in terms of the number of years one exists, but in terms of moments lived"..Yessireeee.
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