Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Don't ask me why, don't make me lie

I want to throw my phone away and go somewhere.

Someplace where there is no internet or television. Or annoying questions that I have no answers to. No, not like the Bigg Boss house. I don’t want familiar people around either.

No, I don’t know when I’m getting married. When I know, I’ll announce it to the world and send you the card, ok?

No, I don’t know how long I’m going to stay in this job. When I know, I’ll tell, ok?

No, I have no clue when I’m moving out of Pune. When I decide, I will mail you the scanned copy of my ticket, ok?

Till then, stop asking me.

No, I’m not going to get married and have babies just because my friends are. Herd-mentality galore!

Why do you ask so many questions? Was it your life’s secret ambition to become a quizmaster?

I want to go to some place where no one knows me or I don’t know anybody. Where people won’t have round-table conferences to discuss THAT girl is the most sought-after. Where I won’t have to meet deadlines or lie about why I didn't turn-up for the meeting. Where I won’t be forced to wear stupid formals and leather shoes just because it is the ‘dress code’.

I want to go someplace where I can sing at the top of my voice and no one will look weirdly at me. Where I can wear shorts wherever and whenever I want. I want to go to sleep at 4 in the morning, wake up at 11, have breakfast at 1, lunch at 5, margaritas for tea. Or maybe, not go to sleep at all. I don’t want to know what time of the day it is. I want to eat when I’m hungry and sleep when I’m sleepy. Not eat because I’m supposed to eat at a particular time of the day or sleep because I’m supposed to sleep at a particular time.

I want to go for long walks, just observing. No talking. Who will I talk to, if I’m going alone? Long walks with no set direction or duration. Just walk till my feet hurt. I will have a small notebook and a pencil stub in my pocket, with which I’ll scribble stuff that I observe during my walk.

I want to be at such a place from where I can see the sun rise and set. Where the wind is so strong, it messes up my hair and makes my eyes water.

I want to be at a beach that doesn’t resemble a parade ground. All I want with me is the sand and the waves. I want to walk on the beach with the wind in my hair and sand at my feet, and trace my name in the damp sand, hurriedly before the waves come and wash it off.

I want to spend the whole day writing and scribbling nonsense that I will never post or publish. Write with my hand, not type on my laptop. And then I will smell the paper to take in the fragrance of pencil.

I want to lie on my back and watch the stars and moon at night. Just watch them for hours, humming Rafi and Kishore songs softly to myself. Occasionally a “Hello darkness, my old friend”, maybe. And then when I fall asleep right there, I don't want anyone to wake me up and tell me to 'go inside and sleep', because I don't want to.

I don’t want to expect anyone’s arrival. Nor anyone to expect mine.

I don’t want to wait for anyone. Nor anyone to wait for me.

I don’t want to be answerable to anyone. Nor anyone to me.

I want to be some place where I won’t have to answer an endless barrage of questions.

Yes, this is a rant.
No, this is not aimed at anyone in particular. It’s aimed at everyone in general.

6 comments:

  1. So many questions, such a short life
    We want to be free, that feeling is rife.
    I would've asked, you wrote this why
    But I know this rant, I don't want to make you lie. \m/

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  2. Wear shorts!!! Hell yeah :) I'm tired of being a suit for 3 months...and plus its been too cold for shorts...

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    1. @Aditya - Imagine wearing full-sleeved shirts, trousers, leather-shoes and a damn tie all day in this heat! :/ Moreover, nobody except my society caretaker, is impressed seeing me all decked up at 7 in the morning!

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  3. Excellent post! Don't mean to be sarcastic by heaping praise on a rant, but you have a way of succintly summing things up. Brilliant.

    I can offer two options:
    1.Grow a beard. Become a writer.Perfect lifestyle.
    2.Turn entrepreneur.Be your own boss.

    All that apart, I do hope our collective miseries are put to an end soon! At least I hope we all don't have a typical 'grown up' life.

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