(another day in the life of a jobless)
Its not white and furry. And its most definitely not cute.
Its brown and scuttling. And I most definitely do not like it.
I do not like mice.
I do not like this mouse.
It doesn't like me either for that matter.
No peaceful co-existence this.
The electricity went off for a bit in the morning. A cup of tea, I thought.
Sugar, milk, water, tea....I am all ready. And then it danced away merrily on the shelf on top of my head. I shrieked to an empty house.
The morning cup of tea..lost and given up.
Darn.
I think of the animal lady in some now-forgotten childhood story. Pigeons on her arms, mice on her shoulders, rabbits clinging to her legs and a whole army of other cute animals around her. Now, if I catch this mouse by its tail and swing it to and fro, will it curl itself up into an elongated ball and try to regain control of its tail?
It peeked out of a black shoe a while back. That shoe was M's concession to being a part of the corporate world for a bit. Now it gathers dust. Not that I care, but did the mouse peek into the corporate mind and dust trapped in that shoe? In that world (of high heels, perfumed clouds and poker straight hair..and yes I do generalize) they would have shrieked with much more style and elegance.
Darn this life.
I clapped to shoo it away. It jumped and scuttled back into temporary invisibility.
An hour goes by. Nothing.
No furtive dash across the room.
No squeak.
Funny....
Is it alright?
Twiddle thumbs a little bit.
Roll my eyes around.
Talk to M...rather type away furiously through the chat window and grab all the space before he returns from tangerine oranges of an imagined Italian summer to a bright Smirnoff-ian green apple vodka..
Walk up to the mirror...face looks alright. No signs of...
Ha! and its back.
I look at the mouse and it looks right back at me.
No. No game of who-stares-without-blinking...this is pure power play. Needless to say who wins and who comes quietly back to sit on the bed and do a little more of "twiddle your thumbs".
I am morose.
I can hear a snigger from that dark corner by the washing machine.
Darn this life.
And the "men" bit of all this?
The "mice" bit of this appears to make the everyday life of the "men" bit seem (and I quote) "mundane, in a nice sort of way".
Fancy that.
Without this mouse perhaps I would be inconsequential.Nothing.
Darn this life.
Between mice which give meaning and men who find the meaning, I, apparently, am turning into a comic book character.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Fractured Mundane
To what end are we here?
Living and loving together….
Endless threads of ourselves intertwining everyday.
Twisting. Turning.
Knotting. Opening. Re-knotting.
Scattered through people and cities….and the world? This world spins on maniacally on an axis I know not who controls.
From dizzy spells I’ll disassemble and dissolve into a million fragments someday.
In that distant winter afternoon you brought me to the ruins of this fort…and today I sat still as you left me sitting on that same broken bit of its rampart….the last defense of a lost history.
I watched your retreating back for a minute and then willed you to look back just once.
Look back at this girl here…hair disheveled in the wind…..a book half open in her hands..
Still and quiet she sits.
Look back at me and think this…she looks beautiful in this small space of a glance.
I willed you to think.
I could do only that.
We sat wrapped up in a shawl together through one song.
An odd three minutes. But I never heard the song. I won’t remember it.
A world just two people big.
Its enough isn’t it?
There are no incurable romantics here.
But I could say it’s the universe and you.
You tickle me as I read.
I don’t mind it at all. You are here then with me.
The more I know you, the more I fall through dreams of wishes.
I spin words out from a mundane vacuum and throw them out for you to hold on to…
You claw through air. Empty air.
I am thinking of you in your voice. I can hear you in my head.
I forgot a little bit of you today.
You forgot a little of me.
A thread snapped somewhere today. But I found a lovely blue spool of thread in you today.
A fractured mundane…
But run your fingers through the blue that stitched it together.
Living and loving together….
Endless threads of ourselves intertwining everyday.
Twisting. Turning.
Knotting. Opening. Re-knotting.
Scattered through people and cities….and the world? This world spins on maniacally on an axis I know not who controls.
From dizzy spells I’ll disassemble and dissolve into a million fragments someday.
In that distant winter afternoon you brought me to the ruins of this fort…and today I sat still as you left me sitting on that same broken bit of its rampart….the last defense of a lost history.
I watched your retreating back for a minute and then willed you to look back just once.
Look back at this girl here…hair disheveled in the wind…..a book half open in her hands..
Still and quiet she sits.
Look back at me and think this…she looks beautiful in this small space of a glance.
I willed you to think.
I could do only that.
We sat wrapped up in a shawl together through one song.
An odd three minutes. But I never heard the song. I won’t remember it.
A world just two people big.
Its enough isn’t it?
There are no incurable romantics here.
But I could say it’s the universe and you.
You tickle me as I read.
I don’t mind it at all. You are here then with me.
The more I know you, the more I fall through dreams of wishes.
I spin words out from a mundane vacuum and throw them out for you to hold on to…
You claw through air. Empty air.
I am thinking of you in your voice. I can hear you in my head.
I forgot a little bit of you today.
You forgot a little of me.
A thread snapped somewhere today. But I found a lovely blue spool of thread in you today.
A fractured mundane…
But run your fingers through the blue that stitched it together.
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