Synecdoche, New York

What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone’s everyone . . . All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this.


As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…

Gone.

–Charlie KaufmanSynecdoche, New York

“The Hidden Music”

My frustrations, my troubles are my handicaps that make me lose myself completely and make me feel weak… In such a moment of weakness one day I decided to pack my bags and go some place away from everything… even myself… And so I just had my bags packed and left… I took a bus to place I went an year back…

I got down at the station… it was late in the evening and so I couldn’t find anything or anyone to take me to the hotel… so I started walking towards the hotel… all the while I felt as if someone was following me… For a long time I couldn’t find anyone… and then at one point I looked back and found a man at one corner… It was getting dark so I could barely see his face. I stopped for a moment and then carried on… towards that hotel…

Some fifteen minutes of walk and I was there… I went to the reception and finalized a room for myself… the receptionist called up the room attendant to help me with my luggage… I looked at the guy… a handicapped man struggling to walk or even stand… there was something wrong with his back… I looked at him… he took my back sack and started walking… the room was at the first floor… Seeing that the guy was struggling with my luggage, I offered to help but he declined saying, “it’s my job!”… I didn’t insist! He opened the door of the room and got in… I looked at the room- it had one big window at the centre of one wall opening to the street in front of the hotel… he opened the curtains… I went to the window, looked outside and asked him,” Do you belong to this place?” He said no. “It’s one of the things I love best about this place. Everyone came from somewhere else.

“I hope you’ll be very comfortable here. Please call down if you need anything.

“There are no flowers. Is it possible to get some flowers in the room… violets? Or… I love violets. I am not expecting you to buy them of course if you don’t have ‘em.”

“I am sure I can find some violets!” he said and left smiling…

After a while he returned with a big purple flower.

I was surprised and asked him, “how did you do that?”.

“I didn’t do anything, you must have requested them. They were downstairs in the lobby.

“No, I didn’t!”

“All the better”.

“Incredible”, I said… looking at the flower.

“So you’re lucky. These violets were waiting for you.

He smiled and asked me, “Are there any other miracles I can perform?”

I looked at him and said, “Oh, I doubt it!”… with a sigh…

He stopped smiling and turned away and suddenly fell to the ground… I rushed to him and helped him sit. He was bleeding. I took a tissue and helped him clean the blood coming out of his nose. “Are you alright? Put your head back. Are you in pain?” I asked. I stood up and went to the toilet to get some first aid. I returned but he was gone. I looked at the door for long…

I went for a shower, got dressed… took the flower and looked in the mirror. I was thinking about all that has happened in the past… all the struggles I had to go through… I was lost in my thoughts when someone knocked at the door. It was the same guy.

He looked at me and said,” I have something for you!”.

He entered with a coffee tray.

“The mystery of the violets is solved. My father is manager here at the hotel. He’s very happy you’ve returned to the hotel. He admires you sir. He says he heard you sing last time when you were here.

“Please thank him”, I said.

“Delhi is a place I wish to visit.”

“Would you like me to serve coffee, sir?”

“Perhaps.” And I closed the door.

“Would you join me? Please…” I asked.

He accepted and smiled pleasantly looking at me while pouring the coffee in the cup. All the while he was looking at me and by the look on his face I felt as if he was trying to hear something… some kind of music probably…

“You seem so sad. No one so young should be so sad.”, I asked looking at him.

“Do you sing?”, he asked.

“I used to but not anymore. I lost my music!”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I would have loved to hear you sing.

You are too cold. Surely! How can you bear it? Don’t know how you can bear it?”, he said and went to the window to close it.

I was smiling looking at him… moving away… He faded away into the light coming into the room… I could see him no more… and then I heard a thud… I rushed to the window and looked down. He was lying there on the street… bleeding… dead!

It took some time to get a grip of myself… I called up the manager.

“I can’t see anything, sir. Did you see something in the street?”- asked the manager.

“Would you like me to close the window for you sir. It’s very cold in here.”

Yes, I nodded. Please close the window.

“The manager is very happy that you are here again. He remembered your love for the violets and hopes you enjoyed them.”

“Please thank him.”, I said and smiled.

He left soon afterwards.

I thought about everything that had happened. My journey to that place. That feeling that someone was following me. That guy at a distance, I saw on the way to the hotel. The room attendant, his piercing eyes, the violet flower, the manager, the blood and death dancing on his face. I smiled thinking about it. I realized it was all but a figment of my imagination. That handicapped guy struggling to walk was the other me who follows me wherever I go. He’s a part of me who limps and struggles and bleeds...

At that precise moment all my troubles evaporated and what was left of them was just a smile… a pure smile… gently resting on my face… and I found my hidden music back… I was singing… and smiling… in silence…

I returned!

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For a friend... a brother!

The Dive...

"Song of Childhood"

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

- Peter Handke 
- from the german movie "wings of desire"

“Terrorism & Politics”

“If only we could go up in the sky and see the world from there, we wouldn't find any boundaries… It’s a pity that we can’t do that”

Long long ago on the planet earth the inhabitants used to speak & understand the same language… used to wear same kind of clothes… everything was perfect on the planet for they were all the same to each other… But then nothing is forever & so one fine day a small l’le company came to that place with an intention to rule… with an intention to sell their “product”… it was a garment company… no one knows wherefrom and how it came to that land… The idea was new and so the inhabitants looked upto the company and listened to that company in excitement… unaware about the intentions of that very company… The company used to produce “garments” of different colors- red, yellow, blue… Initially the company produced very few colors to the people… but with the success of the idea, the success of the product, the colors multiplied… The people had never seen such bright colors and so they bought the garments… The news spread and within no time everyone knew about the company and their product… those garments… The company introduced the word “different” to the inhabitants… it was a new idea… It was the first time that the people heard that word and so they listened in silence about that word… the concept of “difference”… the concept of “identity”…

So with time there were different sections of people different colored garments… different sections were formed on that land, the same land where once up on a time there was just one section… that is for all… one could easily identify who belonged to which section… People bought the idea of “difference” and so a difference was thus created between them… The employees of the company wore “grey” garments… The company arranged various lectures n’ seminars for those different sections… to educate ‘em about their idea… Each group n’ each section was convinced that their color was the best… they were all programmed to think like that… They became obsessed with their colors… with that idea of differentiation… And so that idea resulted in some boundaries between the people… some lines were created on that once upon a time boundaries less land… some divisions were made…

And whenever a child was born to those sections, to those communities, they fed him/her with the same idea, the same thought… the very thought of “differentiation”… of “identity”… of “color”…

Time passed and that very company grew with time… The company now had branch offices in each and every corner of the world with a number of outlets selling that fabulous product… that idea… a garment that should have clothed their bodies did much more than that… It now clothed their minds… That garment, those colors became their identity… Those company guys wearing grey colored garments were found everywhere selling that idea making those boundaries darker n’ darker… wider n’ wider… so wide that it was next to impossible to cover the distance… that widening divide…

The company then targeted one color out of those many n’ created one face- one image n’ pasted it on that color… and that image was passed on to the remaining colors in silence… It was a well thought, well researched idea that resulted in a program which the company made… The image created was so ugly n’ horrifying that the other colors were afraid of that one color n’ started hating it… Initially they were not convinced… but the program was so well made that with time they were convinced about that image of that one “color”… so with time that one color was looked down up on by the other colors… they were all scared n’ hated that one color… that one color n’ that image together made the company a worldwide success…

The company has huge expansion plans n’ the way things are moving on it’ll continue to be a success… The employees of the company are so devoted and hardworking that it’ll grow even more with time… people are so used to their colors, those suits, those boundaries, that thought process now… The company is like one big cloud covering whole of the earth, whole of humanity… it never goes away… and when it rains, there’s just one color everywhere… thick dark “RED”… the color that unites us all… the color of blood that flows in our veins… Irrespective of on what color it rains, the result is the same everytime… RED!!! The same color that united the inhabitants before that company came into the picture…

Only a miracle can save the inhabitants from that enormous cloud… I look forward to that miracle… But I also know that miracles don’t happen on their own… so rather than waiting for that miracle to happen, raher than standing n’ watching it all from a distance, making opinions, it’s time we should act now before it’s too late… It’s time to act!!!

You may ask now, what’s my color… what’s my identity… what section do I belong to??? What is the color of the garment that I wear???

I am but a thought… just like that company… though I don’t like this word “different”, but now that you ask me let me tell you that the color of this thought is very very different than the color of the thought sold by that company…

Let’s start a company just like them n’ make garments to clothe the entire humanity… let’s not give any name or color to this thought… this garment… let’s just sell this thought…

A thought… just a thought, changed the face of this earth n’ of its inhabitants… and only a thought can change it again…

“If only we could go up in the sky and see the world from there, we wouldn’t find any boundaries… It’s a pity that we can’t do that”

"Two Heads on a Pillow"

"Two heads on a pillow”

“Two heads on a pillow” caught the attention of a wanderer in a city that never sleeps… a city where so many dreams of varied shape, size n’ color breathe n’ fight to survive that enormous cloud of “reality”… some dreams die young… fighting… some give up, some continue with the fight n’ carry on… with a smile… with a hope… the one thing that keeps us all in the game… the game-o-life… n’ there are times when we don’t even know what exactly we are hoping for… we just hope… for a better tomorrow… for a better life… for everything better… n’ carry on…

One fine day while I was walking on the beach of life, I noticed a couple sitting at the sea shore with an umbrella, holding one dream in their hands… silently… I stopped n’ started watching ‘em from a distance… they looked lost n’ they continued with their silence for a long time… n’ I just watched ‘em from a distance… silently… they were looking at the sea continuously… ‘n in between towards that shining l’le dream in their hands…

Suddenly a strong wind took away that dream from their grip… into the sea below that enormous cloud… the wind was strong n’ harsh but still not that strong n’ so I wondered if they lost the grip intentionally… I felt as if they themselves gave the strength to the wind which took away their dream… they didn’t move for some time, looking at their dream struggling in the vast sea… trying to breathe… to survive… they were watching it all from the sea shore… in silence…

And then they got up n’ screamed n’ ran towards the sea… dived into the water together… fought hard with the waves… I noticed they didn’t know how to swim n’ so they struggled a lot… somehow they managed to reach their dream ‘n’ later on the shore… after the struggle… you don’t really have to know how to swim to swim… you just need to know that you can n’ you will… n’ so it happened… they managed to reach the shore… they looked exhausted… but one look at that dream n’ those waves of doubt n’ fear disappeared n’ they regained their strength… they returned to that very place they were sitting earlier… with that umbrella n’ that shining smiling dream in their hands…

The waves resurfaced after some time… they sat there for some more time… that happened a no of times n’ every time somehow they managed to rescue that dream from the waves… soon afterwards they walked away… together…

I sat there looking at the sea n’ I noticed a number of such dreams floating in the sea… struggling… fighting… n’ I noticed a number of such umbrellas at the sea shore… I smiled thinking about the sea, the waves, that enormous cloud n’ those shining floating dreams in the sea…

I smiled n’ continued with the journey… with an umbrella n’ a dream…
The waves followed…

And while I continued with my journey, in one place, below one roof in the city of dreams, two heads on a pillow were thinking about it all… with a smile n’ a hope… and there in one corner of that room, something was breathing n’ shining in silence… it was the same dream that survived the waves of doubts n’ fear n’ that enormous cloud of “reality”… that very night… it also survived those “two heads on a pillow”…

And in the other corner, something else was trying hard to breathe n’ survive with a thick layer of dirt on it…
It was “Faith”!