04th October, 2014.
The title is of a poem by Whitman and I suppose it makes sense for me... My spirit as of now is soaring high...
The effigy was finally on fire and the eternal symbolization of good’s triumph over evil was stated in a very obvious way. Yes I mean it was dusshera yesterday, and as much as I wanted to write this yesterday only, tiredness got the better of me. I was hoping that there would be a glass of a blender’s pride or Seagram’s, but alas, I don’t drink anyway, so let’s just substitute it with tea and get on with the rant of no apparent relevance.
I would be entirely truthful here; I was not expecting the pujo to be of any fun this year. A slight miasma of a dismal feeling and the slight discontent that was there last year led to this conjecture and frankly enough I was not in a very festive mood. Maybe it was the feeling that the “past repeats itself” which by the way is totally stupid, has made its way in my mind, but then, I’ve been wrong so many times! (Human nature people, we are stupid anyway!). I had this notion formed that this year too, I’d be disappointed by everything and everyone, but a sleight of hand, and I were in for a truckload of fun.
I would like to go into serious details of what kind of fun and stuff I had, but I think we are better off without it (seriously, we don’t have that much patience to listen to rants). Rather, I think the focus over things most illuminated will be much better.
If none of you has seen the emotion of happiness metamorphosing into an ethereal entity, don’t sweat! For obvious reasons, you’re not high on acid or other mind numbing drugs. Neither is I, or was, but then, I guess after a series of dismay and boredom, a whole lot of happiness does takes a form of a walking creature. No, there indeed is no ball of pure light that passes through you, or a semi transparent gel like substance never protrudes from your chest to lead you to happiness (believe me, that would be eerily haunting), but there is this feeling of a massive, enormous inexplicable thing that keeps walking around you. This year’s pujo was something like that. The whole week was like one giant colossus with an armload of joy. Not for one moment was there any lethargy in the ambience. What it turned out was euphoria for me (and a slight nostalgia for my parents, something I intend to write later).
What’s more interesting was that there were no break in the words. Some pseudo promises were made and were kept. Bewildering for me as it was, I guess these subtle things kept the week going on its own accord of joy ride (I’ve no idea what this means, maybe you can figure it out, you incessant lot of reading dweebs! Heh)…
Pujo for me always meant a time to rejoice and meet friends from yesteryears, so it won’t be out of order if I mention that I met Trisha (school friend) after a long gap. It was a plan we made to meet and I guess it was worth the wait. No really! Confirming it for at least two times a week became a habit and the finality was basically worth the wait.
And how can I possibly forget! The mention of the person here is the mark of this ridiculous rant I call blog. Now if I were to recall, last year was pretty much in dismay due to the person’s absence and her inabilities (I shall refrain to go any further in details regarding this, it’s none of your interest anyway). But this year, her presence was not only unexpected but also a huge element of surprise and joy’s corporeality to the festivity. I mean I can go on and on and on about her. Her beauty, her laughs the way she looks at things and the maturity she has with the childlike innocence and that’s all about this pujo, but I guess, no, I know she won’t be very much happy about her mention, she even may stop reading this as soon as she sees her this (please don’t), so I shall stop (shyness is her one attribute I never understood! It’s silly you know). What turned out to be a bonus was the book she gave me. “Perks of being a wallflower”… the final mark was the overwhelming minute moment of her embrace I’ve been longing for so long! It was small and quick (I needed a long one dammit, next time I want one tight) but it was a feeling only I can explain and I won’t explain. I’d just say, it was warm. The pujo ended with her lovely touch and a meaningless laugh that I am still hearing. (again! I'm not high)
So to conclude this utterly ridiculous long blabber, this year’s pujo was great by all means. There was not one time that it made my days dismal, no plastic smiles and unintended wrongs and I am happy as a tripped up, stoned hippy high on LSD… yay!! And I guess I should thank everybody… so thank you…
Go have some tea, or a drink maybe. Watch some porn now, you've read for too long! (Or a movie I guess)
Regards.
The title is of a poem by Whitman and I suppose it makes sense for me... My spirit as of now is soaring high...
The effigy was finally on fire and the eternal symbolization of good’s triumph over evil was stated in a very obvious way. Yes I mean it was dusshera yesterday, and as much as I wanted to write this yesterday only, tiredness got the better of me. I was hoping that there would be a glass of a blender’s pride or Seagram’s, but alas, I don’t drink anyway, so let’s just substitute it with tea and get on with the rant of no apparent relevance.
I would be entirely truthful here; I was not expecting the pujo to be of any fun this year. A slight miasma of a dismal feeling and the slight discontent that was there last year led to this conjecture and frankly enough I was not in a very festive mood. Maybe it was the feeling that the “past repeats itself” which by the way is totally stupid, has made its way in my mind, but then, I’ve been wrong so many times! (Human nature people, we are stupid anyway!). I had this notion formed that this year too, I’d be disappointed by everything and everyone, but a sleight of hand, and I were in for a truckload of fun.
I would like to go into serious details of what kind of fun and stuff I had, but I think we are better off without it (seriously, we don’t have that much patience to listen to rants). Rather, I think the focus over things most illuminated will be much better.
If none of you has seen the emotion of happiness metamorphosing into an ethereal entity, don’t sweat! For obvious reasons, you’re not high on acid or other mind numbing drugs. Neither is I, or was, but then, I guess after a series of dismay and boredom, a whole lot of happiness does takes a form of a walking creature. No, there indeed is no ball of pure light that passes through you, or a semi transparent gel like substance never protrudes from your chest to lead you to happiness (believe me, that would be eerily haunting), but there is this feeling of a massive, enormous inexplicable thing that keeps walking around you. This year’s pujo was something like that. The whole week was like one giant colossus with an armload of joy. Not for one moment was there any lethargy in the ambience. What it turned out was euphoria for me (and a slight nostalgia for my parents, something I intend to write later).
What’s more interesting was that there were no break in the words. Some pseudo promises were made and were kept. Bewildering for me as it was, I guess these subtle things kept the week going on its own accord of joy ride (I’ve no idea what this means, maybe you can figure it out, you incessant lot of reading dweebs! Heh)…
Pujo for me always meant a time to rejoice and meet friends from yesteryears, so it won’t be out of order if I mention that I met Trisha (school friend) after a long gap. It was a plan we made to meet and I guess it was worth the wait. No really! Confirming it for at least two times a week became a habit and the finality was basically worth the wait.
And how can I possibly forget! The mention of the person here is the mark of this ridiculous rant I call blog. Now if I were to recall, last year was pretty much in dismay due to the person’s absence and her inabilities (I shall refrain to go any further in details regarding this, it’s none of your interest anyway). But this year, her presence was not only unexpected but also a huge element of surprise and joy’s corporeality to the festivity. I mean I can go on and on and on about her. Her beauty, her laughs the way she looks at things and the maturity she has with the childlike innocence and that’s all about this pujo, but I guess, no, I know she won’t be very much happy about her mention, she even may stop reading this as soon as she sees her this (please don’t), so I shall stop (shyness is her one attribute I never understood! It’s silly you know). What turned out to be a bonus was the book she gave me. “Perks of being a wallflower”… the final mark was the overwhelming minute moment of her embrace I’ve been longing for so long! It was small and quick (I needed a long one dammit, next time I want one tight) but it was a feeling only I can explain and I won’t explain. I’d just say, it was warm. The pujo ended with her lovely touch and a meaningless laugh that I am still hearing. (again! I'm not high)
So to conclude this utterly ridiculous long blabber, this year’s pujo was great by all means. There was not one time that it made my days dismal, no plastic smiles and unintended wrongs and I am happy as a tripped up, stoned hippy high on LSD… yay!! And I guess I should thank everybody… so thank you…
Go have some tea, or a drink maybe. Watch some porn now, you've read for too long! (Or a movie I guess)
Regards.
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