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Saturday, 18 June 2011

The Rainbow ROADS II

Past tense

I still hadn’t come to terms with what I wanted to attain in life, sure nirvana is a cool enough concept, but where was it gonna lead me? What I loved about the drive was the open road, the wind in my hair, and the amazingly strange people I met and the stories that unfolded. Every dawn was a new story, a new character waiting to unfold and a new reason to live on.  And writing, it had always been my passion, and getting compensated for what I love just added more pleasure to the unwinding.
I’d met so many people along the way more insane than sane, and believe me you, crazy was not the word. Makes me think, if being loco was the new sane.  I’d always felt that this was the only way I could sustain. For someone like me who’d always been a loner, who’d always wanted to shy away from strained relationships. Even in a room filled with my best mates I’d feel bemused. And this, this never ending trip was perfect, relationships never grew long, people never got on your nerves or vice versa and no one loved you to hate you.
Along these rides, many times I’d fall in love, momentary pleasures. You had to; it was the law of the nature, those waterfalls, the long open roads, the tender cold nights. The scenes just made you fall in love. But sooner or later the music would just fade away. The intoxicants, they took me to places I thought never existed. They’d taken me to heaven, hell and beyond. We’d danced naked around the fire, free as the wind. No qualms or sad stories to tell, no start or end point to contemplate.
I’d made friends along the way, people who’d hitchhiked all their lives. They would come and go, some stayed, and some found people, places, and reasons to stay back. And others joined, in search of their portion of nirvana. I dint find it too hard to make friends, and it wasn’t too hard to get by for the first two years. I’d my backpack full of my savings of the past 6 years. I’d been a successful corporate executive, but one day it hit me. For how long, how long would I lead this mundane life? Suddenly the faces, they dint mean anything anymore. What they preached was utter gibberish to me, what they sold, I wasn’t buying.

Jesse, my wife, I feel sorry for having left the way I did. But this was always bound to happen with our dreams and aspirations always clashing, it was bound to be a freefall. She was building her castles in the sky, and I wanted to escape, from reality, from all the strings. I’d send her postcards from every city I visit and she’d tell me tall tales about her new found boyfriend or her new set of heels whenever she called. Got to appreciate one thing about the woman, she never cried, she never succumbed to depression, she always found something to clutch on to.
So I decided, to leave, everything of what I had made of the past 26 years. I bought the car of my dreams, and headed away from that place called home with nothing more than a camera, my laptop and dreams that scorched the sky. I wanted to do it all, jump off a cliff, swim with the dolphins in the ocean, listen to silent harmony of the night, to write...............

Sitting at my desk now from my broken down shack, sipping scotch I gaze at the wide open lake, looking for inspiration. I feel this urge to see myself in the mirror, it had been a while. I rummage around all the debris that lay around, through the clothes that lay around. And finally I find it; it shines too brightly that makes me shy away. I muster up the courage to pick it up again. It’s crooked and dusty; I find a piece of rag to wipe it clean. It works, the mirror, it always works. I don’t remember for how long I stared at the man that stood before me. He looked old, and ragged, I gust out circles of smoke from my cig. I marvel at the grey circles that form. The mysterious shapes they always amused me. I breathe deeper, until the smoke engulfs me. A gentle breeze caresses my face and I turn to see the big green lake glimmering under the sun, inviting me. I dart directly towards it, and I plummet, hoping, it would wash away all my sorrows and sins. The instant you soar, those few seconds before you crash into the bitter blue, you feel a sense of calm. And then it strikes you, it hits you hard and you mellow down, deep into the waters. It’s calm again, I shut my eyes and I see a wide open road, it’s under the water, it’s all green, even the big blue sky is now green. I see a person standing at the end, far away, I start walking to him, it’s hard but I know I have to see him. But he keeps stirring farther, I start running as quick as I can, with all the strength that was embed in me and then he turns.
His eyes shining, his face radiant, he’s happy, he’s smiling. It was me from another epoch.

Saturday, 4 June 2011

The Rainbow ROADS

I walk through yearning fields
I see people
I feel their sorrows
With nothing more than a broken down camera
I capture the moments
That’d be forever lost in time.
I’d ride straight
Into the shining sun


On the road
I wake up to a mad rush of silence, I can see the commotion, I can see the horror in their eyes, but none can I feel. I’d been riding high on hash and barrels of whisky and beer. At times I sink into this darkness, when I feel that the whole world is trying to swallow me, all the sorrow in the world, it engulfs me. The night it only adds to the misery, I must have been driving at well over 100 miles per hour...Driving straight for that big red wall.
People say I was at the hospital for over 2 months, with more than a month in a coma. But I survived it, I’d surpassed it. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t do it again, it was just not the pain that bothered me, it was the dependency, even if I had to go to the loo I had to depend on those strange people with white frocks. They smiled at you when they delivered pain, they watched you sink into silence; they gazed at you growing old. I’ve always hated the feeling, having to use a crutch.
The accident did come with its fair share of side effects, I’d been scarred in my face, my beautiful face was nothing but a broken mirror now, but I’ll have to confess that many admitted to having found it a turn on. I had this never ending shiver in my left hand, which forced me to keep it in my pocket at most times, not a way to attract girls I must say. And the medicines, they just wouldn’t work which meant that I had to be drunk almost all day to ease the pain in.
But they gave me dreams; beautiful enticing dreams which made me ride, made me write. At times they appeared in different colors, blue and violet and bright green. I envisioned people; they were all glee, bare and dancing. Some told me stories of horror and courage. 

The Red trance

I fiddle with my car keys, trying to bring the engine back to life. I look around and it’s barren, for miles to come. The wind carries the dusts of the wandering spirits. Finally the engine, it jerks, as I thrust the throttle and off we go again.  There’s nothing else in the world I’d love more.  Cruising away, in my red 1967 Pontiac Firebird, leaving everything behind. Driving adrift, with no destination to seek, letting destiny find me.
It’s been over two years since I’d started living this wild fantasy of mine. To see the world, to meet new people, let the world change me, to attain nirvana, search for my true calling. I’d watched the world through this narrow window all my life. Now, I dint want a sneak peak...I wanted to experience it for myself, I wanted to see it for myself, and I wanted to live it!
I’d lost my way over and over again...I tried finding my back...But it was always too darned hard. And this time … I had no destination, no looking back, and I dint care if I got lost...As long as there lay a stretch of road ahead of me, and a bright ball of fire greeting me.

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