Saturday, September 16, 2006

fiction minus 1 (a prequel to fiction)

She stood there, waiting for me to leave. And there was this thought in my head brimming over to reach my mouth.
'Want to come along?'
I smiled a smile I know can knock the socks off any woman.
'Go away'.
It didn't work. Ouch.
The machine cranked in. I pretended to think about the engine sounds but one half of my mind was waiting for her to change her mind.
'Or you could...'
She was gone.

My body and mind synced with the thump of the beast. The sudden change in weather brought in the ocean breeze that blew in a radical change in my perception of the day. I needed to so badly free myself from something; that had turned me into someone I never wanted to be. If I can unshackle myself from that element, I can make a headstart somewhere. Why am I so dependent on an event to change my life? Why can't I just decide to do something and just go ahead and act on my plans?

I rocketed onto the highway with a heavy head. I was just beginning to enjoy the cool breeze when my phone rang. Had to pull over.
'Yup.'
'Needed a website designed and wanted to know if you could..'
I passed on the job to someone who did that much better than I did, tucked in the gadget and rode on.
The thing rang again. Hold... hold...
'Yup.'
'Dude, I need designers for...'
Hoping someone benefited from my reply, I blasted on. I could feel the raw end of the nerves in my head now.

Suddenly, I had an agenda. My eyes narrowed as I detoured towards the altitudes.

fiction minus 1 (a prequel to fiction)

She stood there, waiting for me to leave. And there was this thought in my head brimming over to reach my mouth.
'Want to come along?'
I smiled a smile I know can knock the socks off any woman.
'Go away'.
It didn't work. Ouch.
The machine cranked in. I pretended to think about the engine sounds but one half of my mind was waiting for her to change her mind.
'Or you could...'
She was gone.

My body and mind synced with the thump of the beast. The sudden change in weather brought in the ocean breeze that blew in a radical change in my perception of the day. I needed to so badly free myself from something; that had turned me into someone I never wanted to be. If I can unshackle myself from that element, I can make a headstart somewhere. Why am I so dependent on an event to change my life? Why can't I just decide to do something and just go ahead and act on my plans?

I rocketed onto the highway with a heavy head. I was just beginning to enjoy the cool breeze when my phone rang. Had to pull over.
'Yup.'
'Needed a website designed and wanted to know if you could..'
I passed on the job to someone who did that much better than I did, tucked in the gadget and rode on.
The thing rang again. Hold... hold...
'Yup.'
'Dude, I need designers for...'
Hoping someone benefited from my reply, I blasted on. I could feel the raw end of the nerves in my head now.

Suddenly, I had an agenda. My eyes narrowed as I detoured towards the altitudes.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

fiction

The only sound on the entire hill-side comes from my heavily chromed motorcycle as it bullets up with the sea breeze muffling it. I park a little away from the winding road and head towards the cliff edge on foot.

It's a two-kilometre trek till the edge and the surroundings change here. The earth is carpeted with tall green grass like a brat with a haircut overdue. Then comes a thicket of pine and cedar trees. A waterfall trickles to break the silence. The sounds come from a cricket and birds. Now all of a sudden, there is a clearing. All you see is the blue sky and the ocean. This is Resolution Cliff Edge and it gets it's name from the mind-altering, natural surroundings juxatposed surreally with the ocean. Spending a few hours on the green patch here under the big blue would help one clear the head and self-introspect.
I walk up to the edge. Two hundred feet below, the violent, voofamoozing ocean makes me rethink if it is the right thing to do. I pull out my phone and imagine the splash it would make. It feels heavy. 'Think about it. You need to connect with people.'
I walk away from the edge. 'I'm a social animal; can't just throw my phone away like this. It didn't come cheap either.' I clutch it tight in my hand and walk back towards my beckoning machine. I stop halfway.

My mind blanks out and I turn around to run towards the cliff edge. I am thinking nothing. The edge is just a few feet off now... one long step, one hop, Fling!

Cerebra-fried, I stare at the receding object as it zipaswishes till it disappears into the surf with a small pling. I feel stupid for an instant. Guffawing helplessly, I drop to that wonderful green carpet with a thudarelief. I look up at the awesome big blue. A little birdie flies across. A squirrel hops around. A butterfly flits about. It's a beautiful day.

fiction

The only sound on the entire hill-side comes from my heavily chromed motorcycle as it bullets up with the sea breeze muffling it. I park a little away from the winding road and head towards the cliff edge on foot.

It's a two-kilometre trek till the edge and the surroundings change here. The earth is carpeted with tall green grass like a brat with a haircut overdue. Then comes a thicket of pine and cedar trees. A waterfall trickles to break the silence. The sounds come from a cricket and birds. Now all of a sudden, there is a clearing. All you see is the blue sky and the ocean. This is Resolution Cliff Edge and it gets it's name from the mind-altering, natural surroundings juxatposed surreally with the ocean. Spending a few hours on the green patch here under the big blue would help one clear the head and self-introspect.
I walk up to the edge. Two hundred feet below, the violent, voofamoozing ocean makes me rethink if it is the right thing to do. I pull out my phone and imagine the splash it would make. It feels heavy. 'Think about it. You need to connect with people.'
I walk away from the edge. 'I'm a social animal; can't just throw my phone away like this. It didn't come cheap either.' I clutch it tight in my hand and walk back towards my beckoning machine. I stop halfway.

My mind blanks out and I turn around to run towards the cliff edge. I am thinking nothing. The edge is just a few feet off now... one long step, one hop, Fling!

Cerebra-fried, I stare at the receding object as it zipaswishes till it disappears into the surf with a small pling. I feel stupid for an instant. Guffawing helplessly, I drop to that wonderful green carpet with a thudarelief. I look up at the awesome big blue. A little birdie flies across. A squirrel hops around. A butterfly flits about. It's a beautiful day.

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