Perspectives

Forum ! The place for um! stuff

A drizzling sunday evening. The water spheres travelling with the wind splashes across the already smooth, cool and wheatish cheeks, making it even more slippery for the already slipping men kind. Resisiting Falling down (well! not literally ) along with the water droplets on the sight of such a face from a member of the fairer sex is not simple. I was one amongst them, of course. And I didnt have the slightest idea that this was just the beginning. The best is yet to come.

And it did come quickly as we walked along the wet but clean foot paths of a flat straight black road which just got bathed itself, not after a long time. Mother rain took utmost care to anoint this sweet child and made sure that she got rid of his deposits that the makers and the caretakers forgot to remove.

The carefully laid stones that constituted the pathway , was a regular hexagon. Here and there the inscriptions , “BDA” , made sure that the there is irregularity in this symmetry. The walk wasnt long. And we reached the “Forum”. The place I was not very keen to go until i went there.

The carefully built structure, most of which is glass and transparent, made me look at it with awe. It is not a civil engineering miracle or something, but what it is, Only your eyes and not english can convey. The carefully selected shades of color adds beauty to the already beautiful building. The majestic apartment skyliner nearby, the white color of which is just as majestic looks intently at the flashing cars and roaring bikes that fly past from the parking lots.

The first things that slaps you as you get into “The Forum” is the fresh breath of clean air from air conditioners. Before it could seduce me, I forcibly came to the conclusion that air that green leaves breathe out is only air, and I will only let them seduce me. Suddenly the thought that usually stikes me, whenever I get a little philosophical, is that “Not all things that doesnt biologically have life, doesnt have life ” crossed my thought river in a flash. I wanted to worry why I didnt take my camera with me. But, not yet.

They say “light” travels faster than anything else. But the sweet aroma from the westside outlet, the cool breeze probably from the bluestar machine, the fresh faces of well dressed sveltes, all these somehow managed to reach me much quicker than the rays from edison’s suns. The mixed white and yellow light gave a silver and golden look to all the faces inside. Added with the natural glow emanating from deep within, it was indeed a spectacle. Half my time went wasted in thinking if I should focus on retails of bizarre designs or the stuff inside them which were equally freakish.

Skepticism crept in now, when the tall fresh Palm tree stood erect in the centre and refused to bow to me to show it’s head even as I went floor over floors. It took me a while before I succumbed to nature, there are things that are “larger than life”, surely. Now then, it was time to remember biology. Only when I started admiring the way the palm leaves swayed, I recollected from somewhere in the corner of my evanescent memory that trees need the original sun and not Edison’s. OH GOD, this is a synthetic tree-oid. Not having time to even bang my forehead with my palm (oh! it’s palm again !!), I started exploring the possibilities of lightening my loaded wallet. Well ,it is not an herculean task, but still it takes a good mind for me to just give up easily on “unloading the purse”. Not for clothes. But well, Not this time.

John Lennon has been eluding me for a long long time. Well, Infact he eluded all of us and a few of my previous generations. But

” Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe”

Said John Keats. Not only does it fit the “Grecian Urn” but also men Like Lennon. This is my belief and I saw a T-shirt maker had it too. Without giving a glimpse at the Price Tag , I grabbed the Black T-shirt with a print of the most arrogantly drawn lennon’s face. Well for a Non-John lennon ( In this context,in world lives only two kinds of people, Lennon and Non-Lennon ), It was just free hand lines. But for me it was a picture of him taken with the costliest possible SLR with the maximum possible resolution. Just to add to my Imagination, I thought the Shirt maker was brilliant enough to make me his customer and not someone who just gives a smile at the shirt and shys away. All he had to do was to put four lines from “Imagine!”. Although I had 20 versions of this song on my computer and will almost chant it even when I am sleeping, These lines via the unsymmetric font made me look at them with intent like I have never heard of such a thing called “Imagine”.

Not every question in this world has an answer.

Simply, if U ask “why !!??” to that statement then I can only try answering. If U are not convinced with the answer , then get convinced with the truth value of that statement. Because I am Done.So this blog is a little tricky. Read on, only if U believe in that statement and not otherwise.

Of course I am not going to elaborate on how U cannot ask “where God is?” ,. “What is the answer for the ultimate (Douglas ) Adams’ Universe, Life and everything” question and more such. Not because they all have an answer, but only because we all know that these are not questions to be asked at all! .

Adams came up with 40 pages of blurb and he was messing with it all over, more so because he knew even before he started thinking about “HitchHiker’s that He has to keep up hooked to the book ( Well all authors know that!). He also knew He was writing about something that He will himself want to ask someone given an oppurtunity. Lets cut the crap.

Now that we have reduced the subset of all interrogations from the set of all English statements that terminate with a “?” to only those , that can be asked at all , (If the idea didnt get into ur mind, then…forget it, because anyway I cant answer u, and u can stop reading as I am already succesful ) , I just cannot resist getting into this labyrinth now. Hopefully I must get back with an answer! ( PS: NOTE PUN HERE. ) .

So , Getting deeper , some of those practical and logical questions , I realise need not be answered rather than cannot be answered. Why because, U can conclude conclusively that such questions are put up, more so because the human mind wants a virtual satiety that it has asked the question that it wanted to….Most cases the interrogator will not bother his brain parser too much at the answer at all…Why the hell must ur close pal ask u ,

especially when u gift him with something that he has been needing for eons , ” Why da, Any need for this now ??”

There are numerous such statements ( I refuse to call them questions anymore !) in my database, but not many are blogabble.

I am sure each one of us can come with a pageful of such ones. Ask Urself How many ? But dont expect an answer!