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Exit stage left or right
I don't know if you have been noticing but time and in the form of days,weeks,months and years has been slipping past real fast and gathering pace it seems to be getting faster and faster.
It is like i am sitting in a movie hall and in the dark and the only light comes from the red of the exit sign.
I remember this song called " exit stage left" by a rock group called Rush and i see people getting out not only by the left exit but also through the right exit.
I sit and wonder why they are leaving since the climax is not over and the title have not begun to roll but i guess they are in a hurry to get back home and to avoid traffic congestion.
Like that scenario,i sit sometimes in the beach thinking of people who have died suddenly,died after valiantly fighting cancer and other fatal diseases and wonder why they had to leave so soon,before their time is over and i guess the reasons are their own reasons and his,God the great joker,master of puppets.
A year since Seshadri left after battling cancer and it was only yesterday i wrote about him and his death and here i am still writing about his death.
The word Death loomed large in everyone's minds for the cancer had come back with a vengeance after fooling him with a few years of remission and i met him in those last good years and i met him and became friends with him on the beach.
Looks like most of my friends are from the beach and early morning hours and almost all of them are in their 60's and 70's.
Secretly,i absorb all of them and also capture them through my mobile camera and store away the memories for a better day or even a bitter day for someone has to write,reminisce about the good times when we laughed at incosequential and cliched matters and shared,debated life's mundane ways.
I am the self appointed bard of the crypt,singer and teller of days gone by and of lives lost.
On wings of flight and cloaked in invisibility i fly and enter houses to see my late friends smiling in frames and like mona lisa they too are trapped in that moment where the smile is a question and an answer in itself.
And the smile denotes " i am glad it is over" and it can also be understood as " W*F,so soon,but i just got started and so much more left to do."
It is back to the darkened hall and sometimes i see people leave in a hurry and the movie of life has just started with the first scenes of introduction and as always i think to myself " either they know something or they are missing a good film " and the film here is our lives.
Maybe like on stage,the actors are exiting the stage for a change of clothes and a change of character even,who knows,god knows.But who or what is god.
And so life goes on in the darkened hall of life and seats are being filled and seat are getting empty and holding on to the arm rests tightly i look both ways and it is half empty or wait is it half full.
I don't know if you have been noticing but time and in the form of days,weeks,months and years has been slipping past real fast and gathering pace it seems to be getting faster and faster.
It is like i am sitting in a movie hall and in the dark and the only light comes from the red of the exit sign.
I remember this song called " exit stage left" by a rock group called Rush and i see people getting out not only by the left exit but also through the right exit.
I sit and wonder why they are leaving since the climax is not over and the title have not begun to roll but i guess they are in a hurry to get back home and to avoid traffic congestion.
Like that scenario,i sit sometimes in the beach thinking of people who have died suddenly,died after valiantly fighting cancer and other fatal diseases and wonder why they had to leave so soon,before their time is over and i guess the reasons are their own reasons and his,God the great joker,master of puppets.
A year since Seshadri left after battling cancer and it was only yesterday i wrote about him and his death and here i am still writing about his death.
The word Death loomed large in everyone's minds for the cancer had come back with a vengeance after fooling him with a few years of remission and i met him in those last good years and i met him and became friends with him on the beach.
Looks like most of my friends are from the beach and early morning hours and almost all of them are in their 60's and 70's.
Secretly,i absorb all of them and also capture them through my mobile camera and store away the memories for a better day or even a bitter day for someone has to write,reminisce about the good times when we laughed at incosequential and cliched matters and shared,debated life's mundane ways.
I am the self appointed bard of the crypt,singer and teller of days gone by and of lives lost.
On wings of flight and cloaked in invisibility i fly and enter houses to see my late friends smiling in frames and like mona lisa they too are trapped in that moment where the smile is a question and an answer in itself.
And the smile denotes " i am glad it is over" and it can also be understood as " W*F,so soon,but i just got started and so much more left to do."
It is back to the darkened hall and sometimes i see people leave in a hurry and the movie of life has just started with the first scenes of introduction and as always i think to myself " either they know something or they are missing a good film " and the film here is our lives.
Maybe like on stage,the actors are exiting the stage for a change of clothes and a change of character even,who knows,god knows.But who or what is god.
And so life goes on in the darkened hall of life and seats are being filled and seat are getting empty and holding on to the arm rests tightly i look both ways and it is half empty or wait is it half full.
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