Monday, December 31, 2007
Walks and Life
I have this thing about walking. Walking has never been just a part of my system or a chore which you do it unconsciously. It is not that I am conscious and aware and go gaga over the fact that I am walking. Again for me it is not just a utilitarian system of transporting one’s body from point A to point B. It has been idiom of life itself; reflections of various moods and shades of life; that of the state of my life. My pet quote; my Plea; my only expectation from those whom I love; has been; Love me or hate me- fill with me life or kill me – but don’t walk over me. It is different matter, that besides my mother every one of them has exactly done so. Anyway, like quickening of heart when you are in love; my feet have been spring footed when in love. When in anxiety like heart skips a beat; my foot step mis-steps a step. And I have observed that when you see that someone special and your hearts just skips a beat; my foot has skipped the act of taking that step.
I look back and I see my life changing and so has nature of my walk. I was young and really in hurry, in hurry to take on life. I would climb stairs two to three steps at a time. I was always one who walked very fast and if walking alone would take short sprints in between. Life was like spring and so was my walk springy and sprightly. That was the phase in life, like million others I was single. And in life full of never ending hurriedness; unquenchable thirst to quickly grab the life in all shades with stars in my eyes that every youth has, I would be hurrying around with life. My steps matching it in pace. Then all of a sudden a clinking laughter would make you pause in your walk. Steps would freeze in wrap of time. It would on its own turn to seek that laughter. Or a quick glance of eye which has thousand meaning has the capacity to level you with one look; can freeze your legs, make you turn and make you hurry to catch that same bus.
Then you fall in love. And find the magic of leisurely walk. A walk on most crowded of streets but you’re oblivious of it all. Your steps match the warmth of your heart and take light small steps. Your feet’s are attentive at the same time so that you can quickly clear any obstacle in your beloved’s path, clear the way and guide her. Or that careless walk where you invariably swerve closer to each other and then slightly brush with each other. Then move away a bit again to come back. I don’t know the reason but maybe the design of feet’s itself to enjoy the magic of courtship. You feel so contented, so elated. The careless leisurely walks with its slight bodily brushes, elbows and arms brushing each other as warm conversations flow. Dreams are dreamt and beautiful world created. The magical world takes shape. When you drop her back home you come back with spring in your foot (when elated); slowly (when you contemplate); brusquely (when had a tiff) and extra slow oblivious to world; tripping and colliding when dreaming.
And now, when it is over and not over. Over as she is gone but not over as feeling has not gone; would never go. For first time you actually watch your feet as your heads and shoulders keep drooping. It is absolutely purposeless, defeated, dragging and morbid walk. You do not care. But it is not careless elated walk of youth. It is slower than slow motion. It is a chore. You have to walk on as you have to. It is dull, choice less, and purposeless. Dragging walk as your any way dragging life.Then a day would come when your feet would freeze forever. Waiting for that day. I don’t want to leave footprint of mine on sands of time. I have spared my feet from this difficult chore. Anyway who has been able to leave foot prints on sands of time. Only footprints which remains is that which you carry in your soul and heart. Sometimes it is beautiful soft touches sometimes it is trodden upon.
Posted by Critical Sophist at 6:32 PM
1 comments:
Rishi.... said...
tum jo chalo to hum bhi chale saath phir kya khabar ki din hai ki raat bas main nahi rahenge jazbaat tum to sanam humare chalo saath.......... awesome peace.... me too feel like walking for the sake of it... not been fortunate enough to drop her home.. to walk ever beside her or feel the walk u r talkin abt... :)
January 7, 2008 1:06 PM
Walks and Life
I have this thing about walking. Walking has never been just a part of my system or a chore which you do it unconsciously. It is not that I am conscious and aware and go gaga over the fact that I am walking. Again for me it is not just a utilitarian system of transporting one’s body from point A to point B. It has been idiom of life itself; reflections of various moods and shades of life; that of the state of my life. My pet quote; my Plea; my only expectation from those whom I love; has been; Love me or hate me- fill with me life or kill me – but don’t walk over me. It is different matter, that besides my mother every one of them has exactly done so. Anyway, like quickening of heart when you are in love; my feet have been spring footed when in love. When in anxiety like heart skips a beat; my foot step mis-steps a step. And I have observed that when you see that someone special and your hearts just skips a beat; my foot has skipped the act of taking that step.
I look back and I see my life changing and so has nature of my walk. I was young and really in hurry, in hurry to take on life. I would climb stairs two to three steps at a time. I was always one who walked very fast and if walking alone would take short sprints in between. Life was like spring and so was my walk springy and sprightly. That was the phase in life, like million others I was single. And in life full of never ending hurriedness; unquenchable thirst to quickly grab the life in all shades with stars in my eyes that every youth has, I would be hurrying around with life. My steps matching it in pace. Then all of a sudden a clinking laughter would make you pause in your walk. Steps would freeze in wrap of time. It would on its own turn to seek that laughter. Or a quick glance of eye which has thousand meaning has the capacity to level you with one look; can freeze your legs, make you turn and make you hurry to catch that same bus.
Then you fall in love. And find the magic of leisurely walk. A walk on most crowded of streets but you’re oblivious of it all. Your steps match the warmth of your heart and take light small steps. Your feet’s are attentive at the same time so that you can quickly clear any obstacle in your beloved’s path, clear the way and guide her. Or that careless walk where you invariably swerve closer to each other and then slightly brush with each other. Then move away a bit again to come back. I don’t know the reason but maybe the design of feet’s itself to enjoy the magic of courtship. You feel so contented, so elated. The careless leisurely walks with its slight bodily brushes, elbows and arms brushing each other as warm conversations flow. Dreams are dreamt and beautiful world created. The magical world takes shape. When you drop her back home you come back with spring in your foot (when elated); slowly (when you contemplate); brusquely (when had a tiff) and extra slow oblivious to world; tripping and colliding when dreaming.
And now, when it is over and not over. Over as she is gone but not over as feeling has not gone; would never go. For first time you actually watch your feet as your heads and shoulders keep drooping. It is absolutely purposeless, defeated, dragging and morbid walk. You do not care. But it is not careless elated walk of youth. It is slower than slow motion. It is a chore. You have to walk on as you have to. It is dull, choice less, and purposeless. Dragging walk as your any way dragging life.Then a day would come when your feet would freeze forever. Waiting for that day. I don’t want to leave footprint of mine on sands of time. I have spared my feet from this difficult chore. Anyway who has been able to leave foot prints on sands of time. Only footprints which remains is that which you carry in your soul and heart. Sometimes it is beautiful soft touches sometimes it is trodden upon.
Posted by Critical Sophist at 6:32 PM
1 comments:
Rishi.... said...
tum jo chalo to hum bhi chale saath phir kya khabar ki din hai ki raat bas main nahi rahenge jazbaat tum to sanam humare chalo saath.......... awesome peace.... me too feel like walking for the sake of it... not been fortunate enough to drop her home.. to walk ever beside her or feel the walk u r talkin abt... :)
January 7, 2008 1:06 PM
1 comment:
For first time you actually watch your feet as your heads and shoulders keep drooping. It is absolutely purposeless, defeated, dragging and morbid walk.
Do that ever again and i'll walk all over you..and i'm not mamma..you know that..you also know i'll do it..
Walk, head held high, with pride, long , confident steps..
Walk, with me, the lover's leisurely walk, holding my hand, the touches and brushings never an accident..
walk, the cild's free walk..
The world is yours..
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